Two nights later.
Madheh Army's Persian Instructor, Naxin, finally returned with his n, kicking up clouds of dust.
Although the wound on his arm had not yet healed,
he could no longer contain his eagerness to return and avenge his earlier humiliation.
As a mber of the Persian special forces unit, being effortlessly defeated at the Hassan Oil Field without inflicting a single injury on the enemy and injuring his own arm was sothing he simply could not bear.
Being Persian, he found it intolerable.
This ti, he brought back a full 240 n.
That was the equivalent of two reinforced companies!
There were only a little over 50 n inside the Hassan Oil Field.
Most of them were locally recruited, inexpensive rcenaries, and the most combat-capable were those seven foreign rcenaries.
In terms of troop strength, his were four tis that of the opposition.
Before returning to this heart-wrenching place, Naxin studied the map intensively for two full days.
He had never regarded the Hassan Oil Field so seriously before; it wasn't his first ti attacking the place.
Months earlier, he had led several raids, giving the stationed US Army and Illiguo ICDC troops a hard ti, with the final victory belonging to him as no forces managed to stay stationed there long-term.
Last ti, it was his carelessness.
At least that's what Naxin thought.
From the map, a force of just over 50 n simply couldn't defend an entire oil region.
Because this oil region was 18 kiloters wide and 32 kiloters long, even if that guy nad Song He placed sentries every kiloter, on a 24-hour, round-the-clock basis, it would still be impossible to monitor the surroundings of the oil field completely.
His own 240 elite Madheh Army soldiers could be divided into four groups, each consisting of 60 n, forming two squads for tactical cooperation, attacking the oil field from four different directions.
With the advantage in numbers, there would be no need to consider special operations, small squad raids, and other such tactics.
Fight!
Just a straight fight!
Ard pickups, large-caliber machine guns, RPGs, recoilless rifles, and various light machine guns.
Both light and heavy infantry firepower were arranged.
A pincer strategy of infantry tactics against the people in the oil field.
Those fifty-odd people, let's see which direction they can defend!
Tonight, there would be no clever tactics, the main strategy was to overwhelm them!
At this mont, Naxin was full of ambitious resolve to redeem his forr disgrace.
He recalled the China Person nad Song Heping, the owner of that "Musician" defense company.
He rembered the words he had spoken right in front of him, mocking that Persia, being such an ancient civilization, was so cowardly.
Cowardly?
Today, he would show him whether Persians were cowardly!
The convoy, taking advantage of the night, crossed the border, drove hundreds of kiloters with grandeur, and finally entered the vicinity of the Hassan Oil Field.
At a distance of ten kiloters from the oil field, Naxin issued orders over the radio to split up his forces.
The imposing military trucks and ard pickups headed towards different directions of the Hassan Oil Field, starting to maneuver for a surrounding encirclent on the outskirts.
Forty minutes later, Naxin received ssages from the commanders of the attacking groups in each direction.
"Blue Team is ready."
"Green Team is in position."
"White Team in position!"
Naxin pulled out his handgun and fired a shot into the sky.
"Attack teams in all directions, begin your attack! Machine gun cover, if you encounter defensive fortifications, hit them with RPGs, take them down! There are just over 50 people in the oil field, they can't defend the tens of kiloters of depth! Once the attack teams breach the oil field, imdiately set up explosives, ignite their fuel and start fires, keep them busy at both ends!"
"All units must report imdiately if the attack is held up, mark the enemy's fire positions, and the first units to enter the oil field should split off attack groups to flank their defenses, encircle and divide them, preventing their forces in different work areas from linking up, then take them down one by one!"
Naxin was an experienced commander, his orders for the offensive were clear and thodical.
These militants were all trained by his own hand, so he knew their combat capabilities well, and they were very manageable to use.
And at this mont, just like the first ti Naxin ca, the Hassan Oil Field appeared to be very quiet.
In the distance, the oil field was pitch black and deathly still, looking from afar like a giant ghost city.
Naxin's Red Team vehicles gradually arranged themselves into a line abreast formation.
It was a loose attack formation.
The vehicles spaced 30 ters apart from each other, heading out towards the oil field.
Because there were so few troops in the oil field, a line abreast formation would stretch the defender's front, and defending against this kind of attack would require dispatching even more troops for defense and obstruction.
And troop strength was precisely Song Heping's weakness.
They launched simultaneous attacks from four different directions, stretching the lines of attack to utterly collapse the enemy's defense and leave Song Heping and his small number of troops completely unable to cope.
Naxin couldn't sit still in the command vehicle anymore, and he half-erged from the sunroof of the off-road vehicle, watching under the starlight as the troops he commanded kicked up thick dust over the Gobi desert; he felt an imnse surge of pride, and victory seed within his grasp.
"Charge for , penetrate their oil field zone with the fastest speed, then begin dismounted combat once we enter the oil field area!"
Employing vehicles for high-mobility, high-speed attacks was the hallmark of Naxin's raid this ti.
The entire attack force was chanized, with several ard pickups in each direction. The pickups were equipped with Desheka heavy machine guns, each paired with a full two thousand rounds of ammunition. They could suppress enemy fire on the move, pinning them down so they couldn't lift their heads.
Once they entered the oil field area, the RPG would co into play should they encounter enemy fortifications...
Boom—
Suddenly, about 100 ters to Naxin's left, a fireball flashed next to a pickup truck.
The truck staggered like a drunk, lurching forward more than ten ters before flipping over, ending up wheels in the air on the ground.
"Land mines! Our vehicle hit a land mine!"
Soone shouted over the radio channel.
"Don't panic! This area is too big, they can't have many land mines; one explosion ans there won't be a second! Charge for ! Don't stop!"
Naxin knew all too well that stopping would an falling right into a stalling tactic.
He had to push forward in one swift strike into the oil field area.
As long as they broke through, the enemy would be defeated for sure!
Under Naxin's command, various vehicles floored the accelerator, forcefully pressing on head-on despite their trepidation.
True to Naxin's words, apart from one vehicle flipped by a mine, the lengthy stretch of road afterwards saw no more vehicles hit by mines.
The attack forces from all four directions soon entered within three kiloters of the oil field area.
That three-kiloter distance was just a matter of stepping on the accelerator a couple more tis for the off-road vehicles and pickups.
"Eh? What's going on?!"
Naxin suddenly felt sothing was amiss.
Because it was too quiet.
Could it be that Song Heping and his n knew they couldn't hold, so they had pulled out overnight?
Naxin gritted his teeth with a grinding noise.
So, withdrawing was okay?
Hiding was enough?!
If you are not here, then I'll blow up your oil field equipnt!
If you are absent every day, I'll bomb it every day!
Let's see how you will resu production then!
Whoosh—
Suddenly, Naxin heard a familiar sound in the sky.
He quickly identified the corresponding weapon from his mory.
"Mortar! Take care!"
Ka-boom—
A mortar shell exploded not far from Naxin.
The blast lifted a ball of fire that briefly illuminated the night.
A pickup engulfed by the fireball had its tires fly off, its windows shatter, flipping in the air like a stunt car before crashing heavily onto the sand.
Flas shot out from inside the vehicle, and after a few seconds, a secondary explosion occurred.
Boom—
This ti it was the ammunition in the vehicle exploding, more powerful than the initial impact of the mortar shell.
"Don't stop! Keep charging!"
Naxin knew this was the ti when stopping was absolutely not an option.
The enemy had mortars.
To stop would an death!
But where was their mortar position?
Judging by the blast just now.
It had to be a mortar with a caliber of at least 100 milliters!
Damn rcenaries!
They actually got their hands on such large caliber mortars!
I was careless!
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