Liao Shaoqing was right. Just as the Type 82 155mm gun group deployed in Horamshahr City was about to launch an attack, several gun groups that Iraq attacked the northwest fortifications of Horamshahr City began to extend firepower. At the same time, in the vast area three kilometers ahead of the fortifications, a huge tank cluster consisting of four Iraqi armored battalions, forty T-72 and sixty T-62, which had already gathered here, roaring towards the position defended by Soleimani...

"Dear Allah, I read that right, what is that..."

Through the smoke and dust raised by the shells, he used his glasses to look at the Iraqi armored cluster that seemed to fall from the sky, and slowly pressed towards his position. Soleimani couldn't believe his eyes, but then inexplicably cold sweat completely soaked the military uniform on his back. Then, without thinking, he turned his head and shouted at the communications soldier beside him:

"Quick~~Notify the city command center......Boom~~~~~~~"

The word "command" of Soleimani was just half said, and the other half was still brewing in his throat. Iraq's 122mm rockets laying the ground, just like its code name "hail", mercury was pouring on Iran's defensive positions.

In an instant, the entire position smoke rose, fires soared into the sky, violent explosions and powerful shock waves flattened the trenches and overturned the bunkers. Even four new tanks deployed on the back for counter assault operations and several magic-modified 59 "jaguar" tanks and "Chief" mk5 tanks were also hit by the storm-like artillery, which were scarred and unable to move...

At this moment, Soleimani, as the commander of the position, could only lie deep in the trenches, and was hit by the sand and soil raised by the explosion. In a blink of an eye, he buried him. Not far away, the bodies of Iranian soldiers who showed fear and were unwilling to accept it fell there in a row. The blood that oozed out of the gurgling area had dyed a piece of sand and soil bright red.

However, the frontier communication telephone, which was only a few steps away in the past, seemed to be thousands of miles apart at this time. Even if it was close, it was still far away, even separated by life and death. Looking at this scene, Soleimani, who was imprisoned in the trenches by artillery fire, his eyes were red, and his despair had spread all over his body. He blinked his heavy eyelids and glanced at the position that had long become a bloodthirsty hell. Tears of sorrow accompanied by endless accusations, whine deep in the position:

"Allah! Please open your divine eyes and see what have the evil pagans done? Are you really willing to let your devout believers perish like this...."

"Thank you, Allah, for giving me this opportunity to completely eliminate enemies that go against your will!" At the same time, similar words were spoken devoutly in the mouth of Major General Habid Mahmoud, the commander of the B cluster, but the enemy he was referring to was not the Iranian soldiers on the position, but the Iranian mixed armored battalion fifteen kilometers away.

When Iran used new tanks to launch harassing attacks on Iraqi infantry positions at the beginning of the siege, Major General Mahmoud was ordered to lead four armored battalions from the northern assembly ground to carry out the mission of supporting the siege infantry.

On the surface, they were trying to drive away or annihilate the Iranian armored forces that harass Iraqi infantry, and if necessary, they could also assist the infantry forces in attacking the city of Koramshahr. However, under this surface, as a loyal general who Petrov trained and promoted, Major General Mahmoud was given a top-secret mission by Petrov...

"The Iranians will never be willing to trap the beasts and the lonely city, and we do not want to suffer unpredictable losses in street fighting..."

"I judge that Iran's strategic reserves, or the defenders in the city, will launch a siege release..."

"At that time, your four armored battalions will form a B-cluster..."

"When we were fighting, we came out from behind and completely annihilated the main force of Iran outside the city..."

"Of course, you will get strong artillery support, and the rest is to arrive on the battlefield like a racing car..."

Petrov's words kept lingering in Major General Mahmoud's heart. He admired his mentor very much. Petrov's judgment and battle arrangements, but compared with it, he was more proud of his on-the-spot handling and decisive decisions. While fully carrying forward the principle of artillery firepower supremacy, he played a confusing role in the enemy.

Thus, the armored forces were assembled without realizing it. Now what he had to do was to step on the accelerator to the largest extent, rush through the already broken Iranian defense line, and rush out from the weak rear of the Iranian mixed armored battalion, completely submerge this elite known as the Iranian elite in the long yellow sand......

"Tell the rocket launcher group that the firepower can be extended!"

Looking at the Iranian defensive position ahead, which was ravaged by fierce artillery fire, Major General Mahmoud's tone was filled with pride. In his opinion, there was no longer any living creature there. Even a few survivors would be ruthlessly crushed into powder in the face of the steel torrent he drove...

"Hurry up, speed up..."

Major General Mahmoud kept urging forward through radio......

"If you want to win, just step on the accelerator to the end..."

Major General Mahmoud's passionate words continue to emerge in the headphones of Iraqi tank hands...

"Roar over and crush the Iranian tanks, and tonight everything in the city of Horamshahr will become your trophy..."

The arrogant roar stirred in the radio waves, and in an instant it even crossed a thousand meters. Major General Mahmood leaned out of the car, looking at the tank cluster rolling up wild sand, and an expression of irrepressible excitement appeared on his face, because in his opinion, the victory ahead was like a ripe apple, and he could pick it off with just stretching his hand.

Even the city of Horamshahr not far away is the same. No matter what, it cannot escape the palm of his hand. Perhaps only the many gods in the mouths of the pagans are blocking him. However, in front of the great God, they all need to crawl, just like the high-speed rotation tracks of the armored cluster, no one will die...

"Unless it is Allah that comes to heaven, but unfortunately Allah will only bless his devout warrior, and this warrior is me, Habid Mahmoud!"

Mahmud murmured again, saying a proud and pious prayer, preparing to lead the rolling armored iron stream to sprint towards the last two kilometers. But at this moment, a few sharp whistles suddenly came from the horizon. The experienced Major General Mahmud could judge that it was the sound of the enemy's shells falling. Suddenly, his thoughts fluctuated a few times, because he did not expect that the words he said just now were fulfilled so quickly, but in a blink of an eye, he returned to his calmness and then smiled with a self-deprecating smile:

"What's wrong with me? I actually scared myself. Such shelling is simply not worth mentioning for the armored cluster of steel and iron. It's better to say it's a robbery than a heavenly tribulation. Oh, no! Even robbery is not considered... Anyway, no matter what, Allah will always stand on his side... forever..."

"Pull the formation apart, don't stop, continue to accelerate. This little fire is not as good as a mosquito bite and rush..."

Major General Mahmoud is worthy of being a veteran on the battlefield between Iran and Iran. He judged that the enemy's firepower was not strong based on his voice alone. For this reason, he did not even enter the command tank to hide, and was ready to continue standing outside the hatch, ready to witness the final victory of the ferocious B cluster with his own eyes...

However, at this moment, the two shells at the forefront exploded in the air, allowing Major General Mahmoud, who was still immersed in the dream of victory, to wake up again, but then an uncontrollable laughter resounded in the depths of the desert:

"Hahahaha~~~What is that? A toy for children to play with? Or are you going to put a flyer for us? The shells shattered and some colorful parachutes spread out. Haha~~~ Iranians are really creative and creative... Haha..."

Major General Mahmoud's ridicule was unscrupulous, but what he didn't know was that just when he was jokingly ridiculing, the first two 155mm terminal-sensitive bombs, four attack sub-munitions split out, the search mode that had been turned on, the fierce heat of the Iraqi tank engine made the infrared detector in the ammunition capture its target at once. As the rotational deceleration parachute dropped rapidly, the components inside the ammunition began to operate at high speed. When the target was only one hundred meters away, the final detonation safety was opened, only listening:

A "dong~~~" exploded...

The energy-concentrating explosive in the "Explosion Formation Projectile Warhead" suddenly exploded. The drug-shaped cover at the bottom of the ammunition was forged by high temperature and pressure to form a thick and dense metal armor-piercing projectile, and then it bombarded at the top of the target tank at a high speed of 2,000 meters per second...

The entire operation process is extremely complicated, but it is indeed completed within a few milliseconds. Others just saw a wisp of black smoke falling from the sky, and tanks were swallowed by fierce fireballs...

"This...this...this...this...this...this...this?"

Major General Mahmood couldn't believe his eyes. The four high-speed rotating parachutes that he had just laughed at made three tanks completely scrapped in just a moment. However, before he could wake up from the shock in front of him, a scream like a god of death came again. This time it was not two, but a total of twelve dungeon shells and twenty-four bullets. In a blink of an eye, black smoke pillars rose into the air, just like the destruction of the world-destroying rain summoned by the god of death. In just a blink of an eye, more than ten tanks were knocked into scrap iron...
Chapter completed!