The makeshift RPG-7s, old "Competition" anti-tank missiles, and even bundled grenades have beco powerful weapons for taking out tanks and armored vehicles.
Wagner's snipers specifically target enemy officers, machine gunners, and RPG operators.
Machine gun fire then seals off the streets, severing the connection between tanks and infantry.
Every step forward by the rebels cos at a terrible price.
Tanks, unable to leverage their mobility advantage on narrow streets, often beco easy targets.
Infantry is caught in brutal street warfare, where every house, every room, and even every pile of rubble might erupt in fierce close-range gun battles, grenade exchanges, and hand-to-hand combat.
However, the rebels' superior manpower and firepower are still evident.
They disregard casualties and rush forward madly.
Tanks use direct fire to demolish one suspicious building after another.
Mortars and grenades constantly rain down on the defenders' positions. Heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft guns on ard pickups unleash deadly bursts, suppressing the defenders so much they can't raise their heads.
The governnt army's defense line deforms, retreats under pressure, but never collapses.
The soldiers uphold their vow, stalling for ti with their lives and blood, wearing down the enemy.
Inside the underground command center, the atmosphere is extrely tense.
Staff officers shout hoarsely, calling various units to understand the battle situation and convey orders.
The casualty numbers keep climbing, multiple positions lose contact, clearly having been wiped out.
Song Heping stays glued to the sand table, continually adjusting deploynts based on battle reports, plugging limited reserves into the most dangerous gaps.
His orders remain calm but are delivered rapidly.
"East Zone A Street has fallen, have the B Zone anti-tank group flank the enemy reinforcents!"
"Split half of the South Zone reserves to reinforce the municipal square direction; the pressure there is too great!"
"Where are our tanks? Those two T-62s, don't expose them in open ground, hide behind ruins as fixed fire points, fire a shot then relocate!"
The Chef focuses more on tactical details and Wagner group's reports.
"Set up the PKM machine gun on the second floor to block the intersection!"
"Use smoke bombs! Obscure the tanks' vision, let the anti-tank team get close!"
"Report the coordinates of that mortar position! Attempt to call for rear artillery coverage, even if only one or two guns can respond!"
Ti passes agonizingly in the bloody slaughter.
Halaib has beco a giant furnace, devouring the lives of soldiers from both sides. But the governnt army's strategy of narrowing defenses and luring the enemy deep is taking effect.
The rebels, though they've broken into the city, are caught in a war of attrition they least wished to face, advancing at a pace far below Abu Omar's expectations.
Similarly, the pressure on the defenders increases, ammunition consumption is staggering, casualties nearing a critical point.
Song Heping glances at the ti, then at the interlocking status of enemy and friendly forces on the sand table, suddenly saying to Admiral Jamal: "General, it's ti. Execute the 'Thunder' plan."
Admiral Jamal hesitates for a mont, then nods heavily, a hint of ferocity in his eyes: "Understood!"
The so-called "Thunder" plan is a counterasure conceived by Song Heping while shrinking the defense.
They secretly hid their one and only, most elite armored reserve—about 5 operational tanks, including two T-62s and three T-55s, and several BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles, along with two companies of Suicide Squad—inside several solid underground parking garages and shelters in the town center.
Their mission was not to plug gaps when the defense line collapsed, but to choose a mont when enemy offensive montum stalls, formation is most chaotic, and infantry and tanks are most detached, to swiftly strike out from the flanks or rear, piercing the enemy's vulnerable area like a dagger.
Then conduct a desperate countercharge aid at destroying the enemy's offensive capability to the maximum extent in a short ti, especially their valuable tanks, thus completely thwarting a major enemy offensive.
Now, the rebel attack line is entirely mired in urban street warfare, with leading tanks and following infantry disjointed due to the defenders' stubborn resistance and street obstacles, so tanks even isolated without infantry cover—a perfect mont for a counterattack!
Orders are swiftly issued.
Heavy isolation doors of hidden points swing open.
Tank engines roar back to life with a repressed fury.
Elite infantry climb onto the hull, their gaze resolute.
"For Siria! For Halaib! Charge!"
With the commander's order, this small steel flood, like the Poison Snake hidden in the grass, suddenly bursts forth, following the predefined relatively intact internal routes, stabbing fiercely into the rebels' attacking soft spot!
An even more brutal, yet decisive armored clash erupts on the burning streets of Halaib...
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