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Chapter 537 Said: We lost (with righteous indignation)! (First update!)

Not seeing anyone, Izkar remained cautious. He and Aadman each led their own men separately again, searching along both sides of the road into Saudi territory.

Perhaps because war was imminent, Saudi Arabia adjusted its border defenses. They spent two hours searching the surrounding area, only to find a few empty outposts and traces of retreating remnants of the army near the border. They saw nothing else.

Back on the Saudi-Yemeni border, Izkar turned his back to Saudi Arabia and opened his mouth towards Yemen, breathing in the fresh air. The dry air at an altitude of 2300 meters entered his chest cavity with each breath, quickly cooling his lungs.

This also gradually calmed his wildly beating heart.

After calming down, Izcarra waved his right hand forward: "Uncle Aardman, you take your men and set up defenses along the highway. I'll take my men to clean up the battlefield!"

“Good!” Adelman organized his men’s ammunition and weapons, and led them to quickly cross the border and set up defenses along the border highway on the Saudi side.

On the other side, Izkar led the remaining men slowly toward Yemen along the road. After descending the slope, they immediately saw the battlefield being cleaned up.

The cleaned-up battlefield was divided into two areas: one in the depression below, and the other on the hillside in front.

From time to time, two songs could be heard from the battlefield on the hillside; they were mourning songs from the surrounding tribes.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Izkara didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Less than four hours have passed since they launched their attack.

The actual battle lasted only about an hour and a half, during which hundreds of people he knew were lost forever on that road.

He was lucky to survive.

To help those who remain on this road to keep going and keep looking ahead!
The people cleaning up the battlefield saw Izcarra and quickly ran up to him, whispering in his ear:

"We've captured over a dozen prisoners, what should we do?"

Although he was asking for opinions, the person asking for opinions spread out his right hand and slowly pulled it across his own neck, the meaning of which was quite clear.

The answer is execution, of course.

Izcarra did not immediately express his opinion, but instead asked the person seeking his opinion to lead the way so that he could see the prisoners.

Soon, in a corner of the battlefield, he saw a dozen or so Saudi soldiers surrounded together. They were pure Arabs, not Pakistani mercenaries.

These people either had injuries to their legs or bodies; in short, they were caught because their injuries were too severe to escape.

Originally, these people had their heads down, but after Izkara arrived, they all raised their heads and looked at Izkara with teary eyes.

Izkala wanted to kill these prisoners, to kill them, to avenge his dead friends.

But the rationality he had developed after this period of study told him that these prisoners had to be kept and taken good care of, as they would definitely be useful later.

He closed his eyes, calmed himself down for a moment, then suddenly opened them and said to the person in charge of cleaning up the battlefield, "Check their supplies for any medicine. If there is, give it to them immediately and treat their wounds!"

"Izkara!" Izkara did not execute the prisoners of war. The people in charge of cleaning up the battlefield immediately became anxious and shouted out, disregarding the hierarchy.

Hearing his voice, Izcarra slowly turned around and picked at her ear with her right pinky: "I heard you!"

"But this is a war, and we had the advantage of a surprise attack."

"Besides us, there is also fighting in the northeast direction."

“If any of our brothers are captured over there, these prisoners could be put to good use. If you kill them now, and the news gets to the Saudis, do you think our captured brothers will be executed immediately?”

After a few words, the person in charge of battlefield cleanup lowered his eyes and responded softly, "Understood!"

After responding, he turned to leave, but was stopped by Izcarra:
"Clean up their bodies and bury them on the spot."

Suddenly finding himself with extra work, the person in charge of cleaning up the battlefield let out a wail, but upon seeing the remaining supplies, he stopped wailing.

The battle in the northwest has ended, but the battle in the northeast has not yet begun.

Muya and his men blocked the entrance to Highway 556, while the target he was waiting for was still stationed on Highway 15 on the Saudi border.

In this direction, Saudi Arabia dispatched its 12th Armored Brigade.

This armored brigade was originally stationed near Mecca and Medina, and its main tanks were M60A3s.

According to Musa, this armored brigade should not be used. Using it now is too early and may alert the enemy.

However, Saeed rejected Musa's suggestion and insisted on having the 12th Armored Brigade move along the road and launch an attack from the northeast of Saada province.

His reason was that he didn't know how many of these 3500 people were still loyal to him, Sayyid.

After maneuvering to the border, the commander of the 12th Armored Brigade, Milt, refused to take another step forward.

As a qualified soldier, he knew very well what he had and what use those things were.

So once he reached the border, he began frantically calling on the rear command to coordinate with the air force to provide them with fire support. The air force would strike from above, and they would take the opportunity to advance from below.

The plan was designed to make them lose, so the promised air support from the rear command was delayed, and Milt on the front lines refused to move forward.

Especially at noon, when the fighting was raging in the northwest, he simply ordered the soldiers of the 12th Armored Brigade to rest and have lunch on the spot.

After lunch, it's time for an afternoon nap.

When he woke up, it was already 2 p.m. He was about to urge the command center again, just like he had done in the morning, when the command center called first:
"Come back! The Sixth Armored Brigade suffered a crushing defeat. The men came back alive, but the equipment didn't."

"Bring the equipment and the person back to me right now!"

Beep!
The busy tone on the phone continued, but Milt was stunned, as if struck by lightning, holding the phone and holding his breath.

Like his 12th Armored Brigade, the 6th Armored Brigade was a unit transferred from other places to participate in the war.

The 6th Armored Brigade's defense zone is along the Jordanian-Iraqi border.

Jordan, after its failed attempt to annex Palestine and the near-elimination of its royal family by Palestinian militants, chose to abandon its previous stance.

Iraq, during Saddam's time, was very arrogant, but even they had to abide by the laws of physics. If their army wanted to attack Saudi Arabia, they would have to travel along the few roads in the desert.

Therefore, the equipment of the 6th Armored Brigade is not very strong.

According to the plan, the main force of the attack in the northwest direction was a tank company with 12 tanks. Behind these 12 tanks was a mechanized infantry battalion of about 600 men, an artillery battalion of about 400 men, and a logistics team of 350 men.

But even if they are incompetent, they are still an army, a regular army.

It is still a regular army with tanks and wheeled armored vehicles.

There are at least 1000 people!

How could all the equipment have been destroyed in just one morning?
Is this a joke?
He chuckled and dialed the number back. As soon as the call connected, he eagerly asked, "Command, what's the situation with the Sixth Armored Brigade?"

The next second, Musa's roaring voice came from the phone:
"They've been ambushed!"

"The tank company's 12 tanks became separated from the follow-up troops. After entering Yemen, they were targeted and destroyed by rockets within just one or two minutes." "The remaining personnel were also suppressed and attacked due to the terrain."

"They fought back fiercely and killed many people, but when the mechanized infantry battalion commander Lakria gave the order, the logistics personnel behind him misheard it as an order to abandon supplies and retreat due to signal interference."

"They ran away!"

"The artillery battalion, follow them!"

"The artillery battalion ran away, and the mechanized infantry battalion at the forefront of the battle had no choice but to abandon their supplies and run away as well."

"We lost approximately 100 people!"

"The king is furious. You'd better take your troops and get back here right now."

After confirming the news with Musa, Milt was completely stunned.

M60a3坦克每一辆4个人，12辆就是48个人。

Under normal attack conditions, destroying 12 tanks would require at least a hundred people, and these hundred people would need anti-tank weapons. The destruction process would take at least half an hour.

After all, tanks are alive!
A standard mechanized infantry battalion has 600 men, a standard artillery battalion has 400 men, and a standard logistics battalion also has 400 men.

There were more than 1400 people!
Even if it were just over 1400 pigs, or even over 1400 sheep, running around in a herd would be quite intimidating.

How did these people lose?

They were utterly defeated and routed.

Is it...

In that instant, Milster thought of a possibility: the Iranian Revolutionary Guard's Jihad Brigade might have entered Yemen. Only in this way could they explain how they were able to destroy 12 tanks in such a short time.

Given the renowned reputation of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, he dared not be negligent. He immediately initiated an emergency assembly, had everyone get into the vehicles, turned around, and drove along the highway towards Najran.

Let's get out of here first!
In Riyadh, in the largest conference room of the palace, Saeed sat at the front, his hands on the table, his light blue eyes sweeping over the people present with murderous intent.

Ultimately, the focus shifted to the princes in the royal family who were responsible for recruiting and training new soldiers, namely Lahman and others.

He stared at the other person for a long time, then stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, and shouted confidently, "We lost!"

"You heard right, we lost!"

"We have an armored company, 12 tanks, along with a mechanized infantry battalion, an artillery battalion, and a logistics battalion, to take revenge!"

"Instead of avenging our grievances, we lost an entire armored company to the enemy."

"The remaining people even threw away their tools of the trade."

"If the 6th Armored Brigade hadn't been stationed on the Jordanian-Iraqi border, I would have suspected they were Yemeni spies, Yemeni agents, or fanatics of the Houthi rebels!"

"No!"

"Under these circumstances, we lost!"

"we lose!"

"Can you tell me why we lost? And why did we lose so badly?"

Lahman naturally looked away, as if it had nothing to do with him. Perhaps feeling guilty for looking away, he turned his head back and said, "Brother Said, you know we're just nominally in charge."

"The real work is done by the people below. They have said long ago that our country's conscription system has serious problems."

"But there's nothing we can do about it; it's a rule set by our ancestors."

"I can't change it, and I have no right to change it."

After saying that, he turned his head away with a wronged expression. Where Said couldn't see, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he was secretly overjoyed.

In this major battle, Saudi Arabia did not suffer heavy losses, but it was still a major defeat.

Next, Saeed only had two options. The first option was to overhaul the military, but the people of Saudi Arabia are different from those of other countries.

Thanks to various targeted subsidies, Saudi citizens do not have to worry about making a living. Without the pressure of life, the age-old rule of joining the army to earn a living has become invalid.

Not many people actually want to join the army.

Reorganizing the military will inevitably remove some people, and these removals will create vacancies.

When a position becomes vacant, one can take the opportunity to fill all the positions with the people one has chosen.

With their own help, these people can climb to the right position in just a few years.

Once Sayyid dies in two years, I can rise up in rebellion and seize power!
The second option is to maintain the status quo!
Maintaining the status quo is only temporary. All sides will put pressure on the military. If it is just a small defeat, the pressure will only be temporary and will make people want to fight.

But this was a major defeat, which will inevitably create continuous pressure, requiring the military to adjust itself and improve. Such pressure will only cause people to explode.

If the army falls into chaos, Saeed will die!

that's nice!

Across from him, Saeed pressed his hands on the table, head bowed, brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought after Rahman's words.

Knowing that the king was in a bad mood, the others didn't dare to breathe and could only watch from the sidelines.

And so, Sayed remained in that position in the conference room for about an hour.

Just when everyone thought he had fallen asleep, he suddenly raised his head and looked intently at everyone present:

"Gentlemen, I still cannot understand why our army suffered such a crushing defeat!"

"You know, those were more than 1000 fully armed men!"

"As far as I know, during World War II, more than 1000 fully armed soldiers could do a lot of things!"

"In June 1941, during the defense of the Brest-Litovsk Fortress, more than 3000 Soviet soldiers faced off against the German 45th Infantry Division at the Brest-Litovsk Fortress."

"Of the more than 3000 Soviet soldiers, fewer than 2000 were actually combat soldiers, while the German army had 17000, in addition to separate artillery and air force support."

"Despite such a large disparity in troop strength, these 3000-plus men resisted for nine days!"

"September to November 1942!"

"At the Pavlovsky Building in Stalingrad, a platoon of 25 men from the Soviet 13th Elite Rifle Division repelled multiple attacks by German 6th Army units ranging from company to battalion level!"

(End of this chapter)