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Chapter 578 Frenzied Sniping! (Second Update!)

On the border between Saudi Arabia and Jordan, Saudi Arabia built a border highway about two or three kilometers from the border. After driving onto the border highway, the expected attack still did not occur. Abraham shook his head decisively, his disdain even more pronounced.

After all 1000-plus people had crossed the border and found no one there, Abraham waved his hand and pointed northeast:

"All personnel, move northeast along the highway and take out the first city we see!"

The order was given, and the tanks took the lead, followed by the supply vehicles, and then the armored vehicles of the mechanized infantry battalion.

This large group of people marched north along the highway, completely unaware that three cannons were slowly aiming at them in the desert to the east.

In the darkness, Shereyev looked at the images captured by the infrared camera, at the row of tanks and people moving at high speed in the lens, and he couldn't help but put down the map and gently pinch the bridge of his nose.

To be honest, this was the first time they had encountered a regular Israeli army.

Previously in Kabala, I only encountered border troops, who were clearly bullies who preyed on the weak and had little real strength.

He had initially thought Israel's regular army would be better, but now it seems they're all cut from the same cloth.

If they were Russians, in this terrain, in such an open space, they...

Damn, it's hard to say!

Thinking of the terrible things his compatriots had done, Shereyev couldn't help but sigh. Compared to the abstract nature of the Israelis, his compatriots were just as abstract.

He gently pinched the bridge of his nose, noticing that the Israeli tanks opposite had moved out of range of their artillery. Shereyev pressed the microphone hanging around his neck:

"002, you fight the tanks with us. 003, you're in charge of taking down the men! Now, fire freely, fire immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, responses came through his earpiece from the other two tanks, and even faster came from the gunner inside their tank.

The moment the words "Open fire" were spoken, the gunner fired the first high-explosive shell. In the silent night sky, a bright light pierced through the darkness and finally crashed into the first tank in the tank team.

The gunner aimed at the middle of the tank, but because the tank was moving forward, the shell hit and exploded at the rear of the tank.

The rear section is where the engine and fuel tank are located.

Although tanks use diesel fuel, which wouldn't normally ignite, this is a super bomb from Xiaomi Heavy Industry. At the moment of explosion, it generates high temperature and pressure, more than enough to ignite gasoline.

In an instant, a bright fireball rose from the rear of the tank, engulfing the entire tank in flames.

Meanwhile, tank number 002 aimed at the last tank in the formation, in the same position as tank number 001. However, tank number 002 did not miss its target and hit the middle of the target tank directly.

The explosion lit up the sky, and the shockwave instantly penetrated the steel plates, hitting the people inside the tank.

In an instant, these people were instantly killed by the shock.

The target of 003 was the last truck of the mechanized infantry battalion, which was full of people who were humming a song before the attack.

The shell from tank 003 struck the truck full of people squarely from the side. In the instant of the explosion, the truck was torn to pieces, and the people on board were completely wiped out.

The gunner of tank 001 had no time to celebrate after the shot hit the target, because the fire control system had already locked onto the second target.

Before the fire attack system could even display a lock-on notification, a new shell was fired by the gunner.

The gunners on the other two tanks fared much better.

They were all frantically following the fire control system's lock and firing wildly.

Just as the gunner was about to cheer after taking down one target, he discovered that the fire control system had already locked onto the next target. He chuckled and pressed fire again.

Suddenly attacked, this once high-spirited Israeli army instantly turned into ants on a hot plate.

The tank frantically spun its turret, searching for any suspicious targets, but found nothing.

The surviving infantrymen quickly disembarked and prepared to use armored vehicles, the surrounding sand dunes, and tanks as cover.

As long as there is cover, they can use their guns to fight back.

These attackers were definitely Saudis, but the Saudi army is not very strong. Once they find their target, the tanks open fire, the armored vehicles advance, and they can crush the Saudis in one fell swoop with just one charge.

However, the enemy had too many artillery pieces, and their rate of fire was too fast.

Before the soldiers could put these ideas into practice, new shells had already crashed into the chaotic crowd, hitting tanks or armored vehicles.

In an instant, the hit tanks and armored vehicles turned into the brightest fireballs in the night sky.

The people on the tanks and armored vehicles that were hit were also completely destroyed in that instant.

The second volley of shells allowed the survivors to pinpoint the attackers' location.

But the night was too dark, and apart from a few stars, nothing could be seen in the sky, so naturally nothing could be seen on the ground.

They found nothing.

In the crowd, the commander Abraham, who had miraculously survived, used a night-vision telescope to survey the direction from which the shells were coming, but found that he could not see any people or tanks.

"Damn it!"

Abraham was not an ordinary man; his dream was to become like Napoleon, leading his own army to completely annihilate the people of the entire Arab world.

It wasn't until he was suddenly attacked, until the other side launched a frenzied attack and he was powerless to stop it, that he realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts had been.

Coming to my senses, my brain started working frantically, trying to figure out what I should do now.

Judging from the location and angle at which these armored vehicles and tanks were attacked, the enemy also used tanks, and in considerable numbers, at least nine or more.

Since it's a tank, the enemy's position is about 2 to 3 kilometers in front of us.

The only way now is for everyone to point their guns in the direction of the artillery fire and then charge forward to break through the 2-3 kilometer distance in the shortest possible time and at the fastest speed.

Once you've established a close alliance with the enemy, their artillery fire will become useless.

Without a second's hesitation, Abraham gave the order:

"All tanks turn around, head east, charge with all your might, at all costs, charge!"

However, the sudden attack and the reaction of his comrades completely thwarted Abraham's plans. Instead of launching an attack, they quickly used armored vehicles and tanks as cover, or simply hid behind sand dunes to avoid direct artillery fire.

Seeing this, Abraham was furious. He fired two shots in the direction from which the shells came, then turned to look at the people behind him:

"Charge! You will only die on the way!"

"If you don't die on the way to the charge, then you won't be considered to have died in battle. Even if you die, you won't receive any compensation or insurance." The words about not receiving compensation or insurance had an effect. Upon hearing the order, several vehicles of the mechanized infantry battalion quickly turned around and, together with several other tanks, launched an attack in the direction from which the artillery was coming.

The machine guns on the armored vehicles were firing forward, while the tanks on the side were providing cover fire.

However, their actions did not last long, because the vehicles that turned and charged were picked off one by one by artillery fire from a distance before they could get very far.

Seeing their teammates who had initiated the charge being eliminated, the crews of the armored vehicles and tanks that hadn't yet charged felt a strange sense of relief.

I'm glad I didn't launch an attack, and I'm glad I'm still alive.

Thus, Abraham's so-called counterattack plan completely failed.

Finding armored vehicles and tanks easy targets, the mechanized infantry battalion simply abandoned them and hid behind sand dunes.

As for the tanks, well, good luck to them!
Abraham was unlucky; while he was changing bunkers on the sand dunes, the truck next to him was chosen as the lucky one and took a hit from the enemy.

The truck exploded, and a piece of debris whizzed past his eyes. Before he could react, another piece of debris pierced his helmet and struck his brain.

Inside tank number 001, from the start of the battle, Shereyev's gaze was fixed on the computer screen in front of him.

He was overjoyed as he watched the footage transmitted from the surveillance camera.

An armored unit costs 50 yuan, and they've destroyed about 10 of them so far!

Destroying these armored units alone brought their 001 crew millions of dollars in revenue.

Unfortunately, the enemy had too few tanks, and their own ammunition was also scarce.

Just as Shereyev turned his gaze back to the air defense radar screen, the gunner beside him whispered, "Out of shells!"

"You're pretending you didn't get what you wanted..." Sheryev blurted out instinctively, only to realize afterward that they were inside a new tank equipped with an automatic loader.

There were only 60 shells in total.

It's over!
It's over!
They've used up all 60 shells; they can go back now.

Having clarified the situation, Shereyev pressed the microphone and quickly addressed the other two tanks:
"002, 003, we've run out of ammunition, we're preparing to retreat!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the replies from tanks 002 and 003 came through the earpiece:
"We've finished fighting, time to retreat!"

"So are we!"

Upon receiving the reply, Shereyev turned to look at the driver beside him, only then noticing that the driver had fallen asleep.

tmd!

He cursed under his breath and quickly kicked the driver awake. As soon as the driver opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol hit Shereyev in the face.

Even Shereyev was stunned. He grabbed the driver by the collar: "Where did you get this liquor! Why didn't you give me some?"

"Huh?" The driver was a little confused, not understanding why he was being offered a drink.

He raised his hand and slapped the driver twice, slightly bringing him to his senses. Shereyev then pointed to the monitor in front of the driver:

"We've used up all 60 shells, it's time to go!"

The driver didn't hear clearly when the shells were used up; he only heard that it was time for them to leave.

He nodded repeatedly, then skillfully unlocked the engine, reversed, turned the steering wheel, changed direction, and drove towards the military airfield to the northeast.

Because he had been drinking, his perception of speed dropped rapidly, and he drove faster and faster. In the end, Shereyev, the commander, and the gunner both had to fasten their seatbelts and hold on tightly to the pull rings next to them.

I was afraid that if I wasn't careful, I would be thrown into the air.

Not long after running out of the sniper position, Shereyev saw two more tanks on the monitor in front of him.

Seeing that his teammates had also escaped safely, Shereyev connected to the communication system and greeted the other two with a smile: "We've destroyed at least thirty armored targets!"

"Bullshit, there are only a few tanks in total. We took out 27, and there are still a dozen or so tanks and some armored vehicles left. Tank 003 is taking out armored vehicles. Where did you get thirty or so armored targets from?" the commander of tank 002 retorted.

This rebuttal struck Shereyev as particularly endearing, and he waved his hand dismissively:
"Never mind, we've already scored over 30 points!"

"Got it! Then we'll just have to go back and watch the video. Anyway, it's high-definition and the recording is crystal clear."

"Going back to see it is fine, who's afraid of who!"

The three tanks argued as they withdrew from their sniping positions.

The artillery barrage ceased, and the Israeli soldiers did not rush out from behind their bunkers, because no one knew whether this was a conspiracy by those bastards.

We'll just wait for them to come out from behind their bunkers, then we'll take them out with our cannons.

After waiting for another half hour to make sure there was no further artillery fire, they finally felt safe enough to leave their bunkers and begin collecting the bodies of their comrades.

Meanwhile, news of their attack reached Tel Aviv.

It's the same office where the Ministry of National Defense held a meeting not long ago.

The young staff officer, his body trembling, reported to the group of veterans before him, holding documents from the front lines:

"Reports from the front lines indicate that our troops were attacked by unidentified firepower after entering Saudi Arabia."

"The enemy launched an attack on us with heavy artillery, but their artillery was very accurate."

"According to the data collected from the front lines, all the tanks in this advance team were destroyed by heavy artillery, and most of the remaining armored vehicles were also destroyed."

"Fortunately, many soldiers did not die on the way to the charge. Therefore, we do not need to give them compensation."

"Based on the information we received, the time it took the attackers from launching the attack to finally stopping was just over 7 minutes."

"Report completed!"

After saying this, the young staff officer quickly closed the document in his hand and obediently stood aside, waiting for the senior officers' next battle plan.

Contrary to his expectations, after hearing what had happened, the bigwigs in the office did not rush to speak. Instead, they sat there in a daze with gloomy faces.

After a long while, a general who looked to be in his sixties closed his eyes and said softly, "The most urgent task now is to block this news and bring our people back. We should pretend that our people only went to the Jordanian-Saudi border and did not enter Saudi territory."

"Then they'll use the annals of history to portray us as victims and Saudi Arabia as invaders, so that nobody will pay attention to us!"

(End of this chapter)