Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Inside the command post, Bahrami, panting heavily, slammed a walkie-talkie on the table.

"Karami is increasingly lacking in tactical judgment; how can he believe this kind of intelligence?"

Farhad stood two steps behind him, his lips moved, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

inside the house.

The three communications soldiers and the technical sergeant also kept their heads down in fear.

But everyone heard their conversation just now.

A tense and anxious atmosphere instantly filled the entire room.

About ten seconds passed.

Farhad finally couldn't hold back.

"Major, what... what should we do?"

Bahrami leaned on the table and took a couple of heavy breaths.

"What else can we do? Listen to command and hold our ground!"

Farhad stood still, his face pale.

"Major."

"Um?"

"If Captain Karimi is telling the truth..."

Bahrami suddenly raised his head.

Farhad met his gaze, his voice low but each word exceptionally clear.

"If this intelligence is true, our battalion will be wiped out after three waves of attacks."

The room became even quieter.

The signalmen slowed their movements, their ears perked up, awaiting Bahrami's final decision.

Bahrami's face turned ashen.

He is not stupid.

Karimi has been his partner for two years.

She's kind-hearted and a chatterbox, that's true, but she never talks nonsense.

Normally, Karimi is the kind of person who would rather remain silent than report something he's not sure about.

During today's conversation, his voice was anxious and he spoke very quickly.

If we analyze it from this perspective alone, it doesn't seem like it was made up.

But the problem is...

This information is absolutely outrageous!

Three waves of detailed precision strikes, including flight paths, impact times, attack batches, and weapon types!

How deeply must the US military command have been infiltrated to obtain such detailed information!

The problem is, their intelligence agencies didn't even get this kind of information!

How did a captain who was half-dead from a bombing in the city manage to get it?

Has their intelligence agency really deteriorated to this extent?

Bahrami gritted his teeth, his mind torn between two conflicting thoughts.

"Major."

Farhad spoke again, his voice more urgent.

"Captain Karimi said the first wave of attacks was at 15:38 PM."

He glanced at the military clock hanging on the wall.

"It's 15:33 PM now."

"There are less than five minutes left."

Bahrami suddenly looked up at the clock.

The second hand is moving.

One grid at a time.

Five minutes!

If true, five minutes later, sixteen GBU-53 missiles will precisely strike the two S-300 launchers and fire control radar vehicles.

There are still twelve people in the operations team inside the launch vehicle.

There were also six technical staff members on the radar vehicle.

Logistics personnel in the additional ammunition loading area.

This wave alone will cost dozens of lives.

But what if it's fake?

He ordered the entire battalion to evacuate the main position, and nothing happened afterwards.

At best, they will be reprimanded by their superiors for abandoning their posts; at worst, they will be sent directly to a military court.

In Iran, disobeying orders during wartime is punishable by execution!

Bahrami clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms bulged.

Farhad stared at him, but didn't urge him any further.

Everything that needed to be said has been said.

He was just a second lieutenant, and his words carried little weight.

Five seconds.

For a full five seconds, Bahrami stood motionless in place.

Five seconds later, he grabbed the walkie-talkie next to him.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth as he shouted urgently into the microphone:

"Attention all battalions! Attention all battalions!"

"I am Deputy Battalion Commander Bakhrami!"

"All personnel must immediately evacuate the main position! Repeat, evacuate the main position immediately!"

"S-300 launchers, disperse and move immediately from your current parking positions! Fire control radar vehicles, move simultaneously!"

"All personnel, move to the backup air-raid shelters!"

"Now! Immediately! Execute it right away!"

There was a moment of silence on the walkie-talkie.

Immediately afterwards, the channel exploded.

"Deputy Battalion Commander, the orders from above are to hold the line..."

"This is an order! Anyone who utters another word is fired on the spot!"

Bahrami roared back.

"All personnel from the first and second companies, evacuate the position area! Launch vehicle operators, disconnect and remain silent, then move the vehicles immediately!"

"Which direction?"

Someone asked urgently in the channel.

"As long as we don't evacuate together, it doesn't matter which direction we go!"

"Get as far away from the center of the position as possible! Quickly!"

The battlefield immediately descended into chaos.

The diesel engine of the launch vehicle roared to life.

Two massive S-300 launchers began moving in opposite directions.

The fire control radar vehicle was also slowly driven away from its original position under the operation of the technicians.

Soldiers rushed out of various fortifications and bunkers, scrambling towards the backup air-raid shelter on the west side of the position.

Farhad breathed a sigh of relief and dragged the two communications soldiers out by the collar.

"Quick, stop cleaning!"

"Let's grab some portable emergency communication devices and go!"

Bahrami was the last to leave the command bunker.

He glanced back at the map spread out on the table and the still-ringing radio, gritted his teeth, turned and jogged away.

The backup air-raid shelter is located on the back side of the hillside on the west side of the position.

It was a tunnel built into the mountainside; the entrance wasn't large, but it was deep enough.

It was originally built to cope with air raids, and the top is covered with a layer of rock more than three meters thick.

The soldiers crawled in one by one.

Some people were panting, while others looked completely bewildered.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, it was the deputy battalion commander who gave the order."

"Are we about to be bombed?"

"Nonsense, why would we come here if we weren't going to get bombed?"

"The problem is, we're an air defense battalion..."

Bahrami finally ran into the tunnel, grabbed the cave wall, and bent over, panting heavily.

After a short while, they began counting heads one by one.

"Have the first and second companies arrived yet?"

"We're here!"

"Where is the launch vehicle operations team?"

"Follow the cars! One car went south and the other went west!"

"Where's the radar vehicle?"

"They've left too, heading southeast!"

He forced himself to calm his breathing and glanced at his watch.

15: 37.

One minute left.

Hopefully Karimi's information is true!

If it's fake...

He dared not think about it anymore.

Nearly three hundred people were crammed into the tunnel.

Everyone remained silent.

The sounds of breathing and heartbeats were amplified several times in the confined space.

Farhad squatted down next to Bahrami, and neither of them spoke.

Fifteen seconds.

ten seconds.

Five seconds.

The mountain above suddenly shook.

then……

"boom!"

A violent explosion resounded instantly.

The entire tunnel was shaking, and fine sand was falling from the cracks in the rocks overhead.

Then came the second sound.

The third sound...

"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

The sound waves penetrated the rock strata, making people feel numb.

The explosion lasted for about thirty seconds.

Each sound was dull and deadly.

Farhad counted them; at least ten shots!

Each GBU-53 glide bomb weighs 250 pounds!

Sixteen missiles rained down at once, let alone three missile vehicles.

This level of force is enough to blow up a standard air defense position twice over!

Explosions were heard everywhere outside, but the tunnel was completely silent.

Three hundred people, not one of them made a sound.

Bahrami leaned against the cave wall and slowly slid down to the ground.

His hands were still shaking.

The back of his military uniform was completely soaked.

Farhad slowly turned his head to look at him.

Bahrami's face was expressionless.

He just sat there, his mouth slightly open, not closing it for a long time.

The intelligence is true!

The timing was absolutely perfect!

If he hadn't given that order to retreat...

The men lying in those shell craters on the battlefield right now are his own brothers.

"Major..."

Farhad's voice trembled.

Bahrami didn't reply; his chest heaved violently.

A full half minute passed.

"Falhard".

"exist."

"Send people out to search for the S-300 launcher and fire control radar vehicle, and check their status."

"Then."

He paused slightly.

"Contact Captain Karimi and tell him..."

"Thanks for his intelligence."

"clear!"

Farhad turned to make arrangements.

Bahrami turned his head and glanced in the direction of the cave entrance.

The gray smoke and dust outside were still pouring into the cave.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and the pungent odor of residual explosives.

Seven thousand kilometers away.

Qatar, Al Udeid Air Base.

U.S. Central Command Forward Command Center.

On the giant electronic screen, the images transmitted back from the satellite in real time are constantly being refreshed.

Infrared thermal images show that the air defense position in western Tehran is covered by thick smoke and heat sources.

Multiple impact points are clearly visible, and circular craters are distributed in a standard dense coverage pattern in the center of the position.

"BDA preliminary assessment complete."

An intelligence officer stood up from his terminal, his voice crisp and clear.

"TH-03B strike mission, all sixteen GBU-53 missiles hit their designated target areas."

"Fire control radar vehicle, confirmed destroyed."

"S-300 launcher number one, confirmed destroyed."

A low cheer erupted in the command center.

"but……"

The intelligence officer paused.

The next sentence instantly made the atmosphere subtle.

"No debris was found in the center area of ​​the impact point of the second S-300 launcher."

"Thermal imaging scans suggest that the target may have shifted before the strike."

"It is currently impossible to confirm whether it has been destroyed."

There were more hushed discussions in the command center.

Several gazes simultaneously turned to the center of the room.

Michael Martinson stood in front of the sand table wearing a standard multi-terrain camouflage combat uniform.

With his hands resting on the edge of the table, the star emblem on his cuffs was faintly visible in the light from the screen.

"Has the fire control radar vehicle been confirmed destroyed?"

"Confirmed, General."

"The infrared signature has completely disappeared, and the wreckage distribution area matches that of this vehicle model."

Michael Martinson nodded.

"Then it doesn't matter."

He straightened up, his tone flat.

"Without fire control radar, a single S-300 launcher vehicle can't cause any major disruptions."

"not to mention!"

He pointed to the timeline marked on the screen.

"We have two more waves of attacks to follow."

"The F-15EX formation arrived ten minutes later, followed closely by the MQ-9s firing the tail shot."

"Even if that S-300 hides, it won't escape our missile coverage."

"Notify the Gale formation to return to base."

As he spoke, he looked back at the screen.

Smoke is still rising in western Tehran.

He picked up the coffee cup on the table and calmly took a sip.

"Notify the second wave of attacks to proceed as planned."