Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 182 Everyone Will Face Their Own Ending (Part 1)

After a precise bombing, the seriously wounded Lieutenant General Aronmes was carried out by soldiers from the overturned and burning armored vehicle.

For the past three weeks, Lieutenant General Aronmes has led the 301st Masr Division in fierce resistance against the relentless attacks of the 161st Zion Armored Division at the Nukoshir outpost. The fighting has been extremely brutal, and despite the constant compression of their positions, they have yet to break through.

Until their radio communications were deciphered, Zion's forces used their "radio triangulation" technology to successfully pinpoint the approximate area of ​​Aronmes' mobile command post, and then called in devastating artillery and air strikes.

Lu Lin had been ambushed by this tactic before in Canham, but he was lucky that time. In addition, he was in the city center, where the dense buildings could greatly reduce the firepower of the artillery, which allowed him to escape unscathed.

The 301st Division's command post was exposed in open terrain with no way to avoid it. The chief of staff was killed on the spot, and General Aronmes was fatally wounded and in critical condition.

He was quickly taken to a field medical station set up in the rear, where medical personnel and staff officers immediately surrounded him. Among them was Brigadier General Ali, whose face was extremely solemn.

"I...I'm afraid...I can't make it..."

Aronmes gripped Brigadier General Ali's sleeve with all his might, each breath incredibly difficult to take.

"But we can't let Zion... let our soldiers... find out..."

"The radio... must be switched to a different frequency band immediately..."

"But...with my recording...perhaps...we can fool them for a while..."

Seeing that the general was losing consciousness, Brigadier General Ali immediately shouted to the medic, "Quick! Take the lieutenant general to operate! Do everything you can!"

Watching Aronmes being carried away on a stretcher, he asked Masr's staff officer with a serious expression, "What recording did the lieutenant general just mention?"

After a moment's thought, the staff officer immediately replied, "When the lieutenant general served as the Chief of Staff of the Masr Army, he presided over many battle situation analyses and military training sessions, all of which were recorded and distributed as teaching materials to officers of Arab League countries."

At that time, Masr was the big brother of the Arab League, known for having an "invincible army." After the Third Middle East War, Lu Lin was also invited to participate in a military simulation course within the Arab League (Volume 1, Chapter 67), and the main speaker at that time was Aronmes.

Does the division headquarters still have backups?

Yes! We've stored some.

The staff officer immediately sent someone to retrieve it.

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Meanwhile, Major General Elazar, commander of the 161st Armored Division in Zion, was observing the bombing area through binoculars.

"Damn it, can anyone tell me if I hit it or not?" Major General Elazar complained, frowning.

The soldier in charge of electronic warfare wiped his sweat and replied, "Triangulation isn't that precise, General. We can only roughly determine the location of an area based on the signals received by the antenna."

"Approximately how much?"

"The error is within fifty meters."

"Fifty meters?" Major General Elazar said unhappily, "My grandmother could easily slip through this gap on a motorcycle!"

"That's why we had to use artillery fire," the soldier said, sounding somewhat aggrieved, as this was standard procedure.

Major General Elazar appeared somewhat anxious. The 161st Division was moving lightly and hastily in order to bypass the Gulf of Yagoba as quickly as possible and cut off the Allied logistics supply.

But now, so much time has passed, and they are still stuck in Nukoshir. Major General Elazar is scolded by the headquarters almost every day. Even Commander Morda is very disappointed with his performance: "The Arabs are about to break through Galilee, and you are still eating sand on the edge of the Nevad Desert!"

Now, Major General Elazar only hoped that the bombing just now had blown up the enemy commander, who was as stubborn as a stinking rock in a latrine.

For the first half hour, the listening channel was completely silent. However, soon after, the familiar voice of the commander on the other end came through the radio again, and his words stunned Elazar.

"...The key to Nukhoshir lies in its flanks. If I were the commander of Zion, I would prioritize capturing the high ground at the valley entrance in the northwest..."

"What do you mean?" Elazar didn't react for a moment.

"Sir, it seems like the other side is teaching you how to fight," the communications soldier whispered.

Elazar's face turned from red to purple, and then a fierce rage burned in his eyes.

This is an utter disgrace! This is a blatant and utterly contemptuous provocation! Elazar roared in fury: "Get me the mobile forces! I want to personally command a charge!!"

“No, this won’t do,” the chief of staff quickly advised the enraged major general. “This is very likely a trap! The goal is to provoke us into leaving our fortified positions and entering their pre-set kill zone. Our armored vehicles are light but poorly protected. If our assault fails, we will completely lose our offensive capability!”

Elazar took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The chief of staff's words make some sense. Most of the vehicles they currently have are French-made assault vehicles and light tanks. Their advantages are high mobility and strong firepower, but their disadvantage is insufficient defense. A single charge might not yield any benefits, but instead result in heavy losses.

He finally gave a cold laugh: "Then let them keep cowering! The Maas are rigid and inflexible in their fighting style. At this rate, they won't last much longer. Let them be smug for a few more days!"

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"Don't play the complete recording. We need to extract some clips, preferably those related to command and operations!"

"Is it necessary to be so cautious? Anyway, the Zionites don't understand Arabic."

Sergeant Ahmed frowned: "Of course, we can't be too cautious, as this concerns the safety of the entire division! And I've heard that some of the troops in Zion, especially the high-ranking officers, are fluent in several languages, so they might be able to understand us!"

The corporal shrank back, not daring to argue any further.

Just as they were selecting audio clips to record, news of victory came over the public channel: "Battle report from the Supreme Command of the Arab Allied Forces: At midnight yesterday, thanks to the valiant fighting of our allied soldiers, we have successfully captured Quneitra, a strategic hub in the Golan Heights."

Everyone who heard the broadcast was stunned, then they looked at each other, their faces filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

"The front lines...we've won?! We've captured the Golan Heights!"

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When Elazar learned that Quneitra was gone, his first reaction was—are you guys kidding me?
Just two days ago, the high-ranking commanders in Zion were saying that the royal family of the Twins was staging a "nine princes' struggle for the throne," and that the offensive in Galilee was showing signs of weakness. How come the Golan Heights have been lost in the blink of an eye?
"Doesn't Quneitra still have Lieutenant General Sharil in command? What about his Central Army?"

"Lieutenant General Sharil was killed in the first wave of shelling."

The communications officer at the General Headquarters replied: "General Jeshavishen now orders your unit to immediately cease all offensive operations in Nukoshir and withdraw to the outer defensive line of Jerusalem. After the fall of the Golan Heights, the entire Galilee region is now exposed to enemy artillery range. We must consolidate our defensive line and execute this order immediately."

Elazar held the microphone and fell into a long silence.

Nukoshir, which he had been trying to conquer for three weeks without success, suddenly became a meaningless pawn.

A tremendous sense of powerlessness and utter boredom swept over him.

"Understood, I will obey the order immediately," he replied.

After hanging up the phone, Major General Elazar issued a concise order to the entire division: "All units, cease all current combat operations. Immediately switch to echeloned cover and retreat towards Jerusalem. Execute immediately."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"The Zionians... have begun their retreat?" Brigadier General Ali was taken aback at first, then overwhelmed with joy.

We've held on for so long, but we've finally made it through!
"Lord Aronmes! Lord Aronmes!"

He strode toward the field hospital, eager to share this incredible good news with his foreign colleague who had created a miracle.

But when they went inside, they found that Masr's officers were gathered around the hospital bed.

Alommes lay on his sickbed, barely breathing, as Brigadier General Ali leaned over and told him that Zion had already withdrawn its troops.

"I have only one request. Sinai Peninsula."

Brigadier General Ali gripped Aronmes's weak hand tightly and made his promise: "Although I cannot promise anything on behalf of the General Staff, I assure you with the honor of a soldier that I will truthfully report to His Highness the Prince and Lieutenant General Amir the heroic deeds of the soldiers of Masr in resisting Zion's invasion and attack on the land of Shuangzhi, and I will also report your request together."

Aronmes nodded very slightly, then looked westward toward his homeland.

The sun was setting, and the sunset was reflected in his increasingly unfocused eyes.

He stopped breathing.

(End of this chapter)