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Bayji, the forr oil company building, now the city defense command center.
An LCD screen occupies an entire wall, displaying more than ten different images—drone live video, electronic signal heat maps, and intelligence summaries from the Tetrick war zone gathered through various channels.
In front of the screen, Song Heping reclines in a wide leather office chair, his legs casually resting on another low stool.
He holds a cup of steaming green tea, wisps of white steam rising from the rim.
His desert camouflage combat uniform has its collar open, revealing a black tactical T-shirt underneath, making him look as relaxed as if he's watching a sports ga at ho on a weekend.
Jiang Feng sits beside him, fiddling with an unlit cigarette in his fingers, spinning it around out of boredom.
His eyes are fixed on the largest screen in the center, showing the aerial footage sent back by drones deployed near Tetrick.
In the image, the brick factory area in the northwest outskirts of Tetrick is already shrouded in smoke and fire.
You can vaguely see ant-sized vehicles and crowds moving and engaging in battle among the ruins, with several major roads blocked by burning wreckage.
Further out, in the desert south-east of the city, a long string of small black dots is crawling along a dry riverbed towards the city.
"Huaqiang North's tech is really sothing!"
After watching for a while, Jiang Feng laughs.
"This thing isn't up to military grade, but it's not bad, either - the resolution is alright, the altitude is acceptable, but the anti-jamming capability needs to be improved."
"Hmm..." Song Heping muses: "I'll have to contact Old Demon later and give him so more technical requirents. By the way... there are drones in that batch of equipnt the Aricans gave us, right? Dismantle the parts, have Ferrari find a way to send them back, let them study and replicate it."
"Okay, no problem, I'll take care of this." Jiang Feng picks up his lighter, flicks it, lights the cigarette, and blows out a puff of smoke. After pondering for a mont, he adds:
"Tsk tsk, look at this situation."
He points with his cigarette towards the screen, "Colonel Kote's 'Balance Beam', the first step already landed in a pit of mud, what level... I'd really like to know which military academy he graduated from. Could it be West Point?"
His tone filled with mockery.
No wonder Jiang Feng would despise it.
A proper US Army Colonel, yet Song Heping played him like a fiddle.
Song Heping has only been through the training brigade and hasn't even attended a military academy!
Song Heping takes a sip of tea, never taking his eyes off the screen: "Intelligence error is the original sin. Thinking Tetrick only had twelve thousand stragglers, turns out they have at least thirty thousand, and a reserve force hidden."
"Look here."
Jiang Feng leans forward, pointing at the brick factory area's edge, "1515's pickup charging... now that's a savage tactic."
In the footage, you can clearly see waves of pickups rushing out from the direction of the city, charging towards the Kurd people's defense line at almost suicidal speed.
Although many vehicles are blown up during the charge, the succeeding ones don't slow down at all, directly plowing through wreckage to continue the charge, eventually wedging into the defense line, causing a full-blown lee between both sides.
"Savage, but effective."
Song Heping places the teacup down, cradling his hands behind his head, "Look at their timing for the charge—precisely during the gap when the US Army's first wave of air strikes ended, and the planes were returning for supply. This isn't a coincidence."
"There's a master commanding from behind." Jiang Feng squints his eyes, "Ahd... haven't really heard that na before. But from these moves, he's better than that previous Az."
Song Heping nods, his gaze shifting to another corner of the screen.
There displays a video, blurry but recognizable—several modified trucks briefly pause in the desert, elevating artillery tubes from the truck beds, and after a rapid burst of firing, the trucks imdiately move out. The entire process lasts less than five minutes.
"Mobile artillery, shoot and scoot." Song Heping says, "This tactic is familiar to us, used against us last ti."
Jiang Feng laughs: "Certainly, didn't think now it'd be used against Kote. Against this, fighter jets are inferior to drones."
"War is the best teacher." Song Heping's tone is calm, "Look at their artillery targets—not focused on the kill count, but specifically targeting gathering points and command nodes of the Kurd's second-tier units. This is typical 'disturbance' tactics, aid at slowing down enemy follow-up troop deploynt and disrupting command rhythm."
The screen just switches to an infrared thermal imaging screen.
About two kiloters northeast of the brick factory, a convoy of Kurd reinforcents is forced to halt, with soldiers dispersing and taking cover.
Evidently, they took the dispersal action due to artillery threats.
"Kote is certainly having a headache now."
Jiang Feng laughs gloatingly, "Can't use air superiority, artillery can't randomly bombard, ground troops are stuck... his 'information flow guiding firepower flow' theory is having a culture shock with the other side's 'human blender' tactic."
Song Heping doesn't laugh.
He stares at the screen, his gaze focused, as if solving a complex math problem.
"Kote's errors have three points."
He slowly opens his mouth, his voice calm like reviewing a battle case, "First, over-reliance on technical reconnaissance, underestimating the opponent's battlefield deception abilities. 1515 evidently used false targets, radio silence, and dispersal camouflage to successfully hide their real strength."
"Second, tactical assumptions are too rigid. Every step of the 'Balance Beam' plan was designed too 'perfectly', assuming the enemy would act according to his script. But war is not a drill, the opponent won't cooperate with you."
"Third," Song Heping pauses, "trying too hard to replicate the US Army's early 'surgical' mode used in Afghan and Iraq, forgetting the sufficiently large city range and complex city and ruin environnts of Tetrick. Here, technical advantage is diluted by the terrain."
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