Regarding these discussions and doubts, Song Heping seed to turn a deaf ear.
He occasionally appeared at the position, sotis inspecting the fortifications, sotis observing the distant Hulmatu City through binoculars.
More often, like now, he sat on a folding chair in the command post, with a set of simple tea tools in front of him, leisurely brewing the remaining green tea.
The sunlight shone on his slightly dark face, he squinted slightly, his expression calm, even with a hint of comfort, completely out of place with the surrounding atmosphere of anxiety and tension.
Only his most well-acquainted subordinates, like Jiang Feng, knew what kind of stormy waves were hidden beneath this calm surface.
They saw that although Song Heping seed to be leisurely drinking tea, his eyes occasionally swept over the watch on his wrist or glanced in the direction of Mosul to the northwest.
He was waiting.
He was waiting for the long-distance strike of the Abu You Brigade to be in place, he was waiting for the five thousand troops of the Persian Revolutionary Guard to cross the border and et up with the Abu You Brigade.
He was waiting for Milosh's team to approach the enemy's heart silently like a deadly poison fang in the dark tunnels.
He was waiting for the ambush by the Haditha highway to lock the enemy's reinforcent or escape route like an iron gate.
He was waiting for an opportunity, enough to overturn Buckdadi's carefully arranged Hulmatu showdown trap along with his stronghold in Mosul!
In the lingering aroma of tea, ti ticked away second by second.
Inside Hulmatu City, the 1515 garrison, under the urging of Commander Basmo, widened their eyes, guarding against a possible imminent attack, their nerves were stretched to the extre.
And the outside world, along with all forces attentive to this battle, held their breath, watching the man leisurely sipping tea under the sun, not knowing what earth-shattering move he would make next.
The storm was brewing wildly beneath the calm surface.
Ti passed in the tense waiting.
Song Heping sat on his folding chair, seemingly resting his eyes, but his ears constantly catching every piece of information coming from the radio.
Suddenly, the communications soldier responsible for contact raised his head: "Boss, urgent call from Commander Salem!"
Salem, the commander of the thousand-strong reinforcent intercepting force in the direction of Haditha.
It seed the reinforcent force finally had so information back.
Song Heping took the communicator: "This is Song Heping, speak."
Salem's voice ca through the noisy radio waves, with a hint of urgency: "Boss, we've spotted a convoy! About forty to fifty various vehicles, including ard pickups and troop trucks, coming from the Mosul direction along the highway, flags show they are 1515, estimated force around a thousand! Moving towards Hulmatu! Two kiloters from our ambush zone! Should we take them out?!"
All eyes in the command post instantly focused on Song Heping.
If the thousand reinforcents entered Hulmatu, it would undoubtedly add fuel to the already difficult siege battle.
Samir couldn't help but whisper, "Boss, should we hit them? We can't let them go inside! There are already too many lunatics in there!"
Song Heping gave a clear order into the communicator: "Salem, listen, let them pass. Keep your n concealed, do not open fire, do not expose. Repeat, let them pass, maintain silence."
"What? Let them pass?"
Salem's voice was full of confusion, "Boss, this..."
"Execute the order!"
Song Heping's tone was undeniable.
"...Understood! Let them pass, maintain silence."
Despite being full of doubts, Salem chose to comply.
Ending the communication, Samir urgently asked: "Why let them in? The more enemies in the city, the harder it is to fight!"
Song Heping replied coldly: "What are you afraid of? Going in are just more mouths in need of food and ammunition, another group trapped in the urn in the city. Hulmatu is a trap, a net, I want them to concentrate their forces here! The more people here, the emptier Mosul will be, giving Abu You a greater opportunity. This number of people can't change the situation, but will make Basmo more convinced I want to forcefully attack Hulmatu."
No sooner had he finished speaking, before the wrench could digest these words, the communication from the forward observation post ca in again: "Command post! Command post! This is the forward observation post! Enemy activity spotted in the Hulmatu direction! About a company of troops, in more than a dozen ard pickups, leaving their outer defense line, seemingly... seemingly moving towards the rear of our right-wing position!"
"Oh?"
Song Heping raised his eyebrows, not only was he not tense, but he revealed a look of "here they co indeed."
"Looks like the people in the city can't sit still, trying to probe my reality? See if I'm a paper tiger?"
He imdiately switched channels, speaking rapidly: "Drone platoon, this is Song Heping! Imdiately launch the 'Ranger' drones, keep a close eye on these enemy forces, transmit their movents in real-ti, precisely mark the location of each vehicle!"
"Artillery command, listen up, drones will soon provide you with coordinates. Target, the probing enemy outside the city, all units, 122 mm howitzer battalion, 120 mm self-propelled mortars, prepare! Listen to my command, use the fiercest artillery fire to cover them! One volley should cripple them! Infantry not allowed to engage, let the shells speak for us!"
"Understood!"
"Received!"
The orders were quickly executed.
A mont later, a low humming sound ca from the sky, as two dium-sized 'Ranger' reconnaissance drones, like keen falcons, rose from the rear positions and sped towards the direction where the enemy had erged from the city.
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