Chapter Thirty-Nine: Change of Clothes

  "Sniper." Zhang Feng said: "First take out the guy on the tank, others, prepare for battle, note, leave one alive."

  In front of the turret of the tribal tank, a bearded Iranian soldier was stepping on the accelerator with all his might, but the tracks were spinning idly. Sweat dripped down his face, and his back was completely wet.

  "Bang!" A bullet came from somewhere and hit his forehead, blowing off the top of his skull.

  White brain matter, red blood, splattered everywhere, he didn't make a sound, fell down on his own post.

  The tank's engine was no longer roaring, as if it too had sensed that its master's life had passed.

  "Sniper, take cover!" The squad leader of the motorcade yelled, raising his gun.

  "Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the class leader fell to the ground with a large hole in his chest.

  Everyone fell into a panic, they were just second-line motorized infantrymen, their main task was transportation, and their combat effectiveness was very poor.

  If it's an elite unit, after the first shot rings out, they will judge the direction of the bullet and quickly dodge, then wait for an opportunity to find the location of the sniper and eliminate them.

  If there is a gunner in the tank, you can use the Chieftain's powerful firepower to fire a shell and flatten any threatening area.

  Success always belongs to those who are prepared, and victory only belongs to the strong.

  People were constantly being shot down and fell into greater panic. A soldier suddenly stood up and ran towards the sniper's hiding place.

  "Bang!" A bullet pierced through his chest, he spun around weakly, trying to grab onto something, but grasped nothing, and fell to the ground.

  "Who speaks Persian?" Zhang Feng asked: "Shout at them, surrender and we won't kill."

  Looking at this group of people without fighting spirit, Zhang Feng knew that capturing them would be too easy.

  Hades said: "I will."

  Just now in the battle, he had been itching to use an anti-tank missile to take out that Type 99, it would have been a great achievement, but the captain never gave the order, so he could only hold back.

  Now hearing that they are going to capture each other, they volunteer themselves.

  "Halt, lay down your arms and surrender. God is above, Iraqi soldiers do not shoot those who put down their arms." Hadi shouted in Farsi.

  It turned out to be true, they originally didn't have the honor of being warriors, now suddenly attacked, the squad leader is already dead, morale has collapsed, if it goes on like this, it's hard to escape death. Since there's a chance of survival, it doesn't matter that surrendering is an unglorious act.

  They all put down their weapons and stood in the open space.

  "We surrender, we surrender." They shouted, fearing the other side would fire again.

  The small teams on both sides rushed out and quickly surrounded these people.

  Malwan from the rear also rushed up and first saw the oil tank on the car shining in the sunlight, suddenly became interested.

  "Quickly, bring our oil cans," Marwan said, jumping down from the vehicle.

  He strode swiftly, ran to the front of the oil tank and opened the switch on the oil tank.

  His face changed from delight to astonishment, and then to anger. He grabbed a captive and asked loudly: "How can you be soldiers? How could the oil tanker run out of oil?"

  The Iranian was dazed and confused by his shaking head, only saying in Persian: "Officer, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

  "Malwan, let him go, you'll kill him," Zhang Feng said.

  Marwan released the captive: "Captain, or else, take out the oil from the fuel tank of the car and give it to our armored vehicle, we are running out of oil soon."

  "Why must we use an armored vehicle?" Zhang Feng said: "Isn't it more convenient for us to use this off-road truck?"

  Now that you mention it, Malwan suddenly realized.

  Does an oil tanker have to have oil? If it's coming from outside the swamp, it must have oil. But now that it's heading back, it's naturally empty.

  "Interrogate these captives." Zhang Feng said: "Hades, bring one out and ask some questions."

  When interrogating prisoners, they must be separated and questioned one by one. Otherwise, fearing future retaliation, no one dares to tell the truth.

  A young man who looked relatively honest was led out first.

  Ma Erwan drew out his own dagger and poked it at his chest, ready to stab anyone who dared to be dishonest.

  The young man was frightened and repeatedly said in Persian: "Sir, have mercy, sir, have mercy, ask whatever you want."

  Hades translated what the man said, Zhang Feng and Malwan both felt relieved, looking at the frightened Iranian youth, afraid that nothing could be hidden.

  "Which unit are you from?"

  "32nd Armored Division of Iran Revolutionary Guard Corps 52nd Brigade 4th Battalion Transportation Company."

  "Where is your main force?"

  "A base twenty miles from here."

  "Are all troops in the base now?"

  "The main force has already set out and is now engaging in combat with the 35th Brigade at the front. Only a small number of troops have been left to guard the rear."

  "Do you have reinforcements?"

  "This is unclear."

  Zhang Feng asks a sentence, Hades translates a sentence, and the other party responds with a sentence.

  As they listened to Hades' translation of the captive's words, they all gradually felt that this time, the timing was too good!

  The Thirty-Fifth Army had already clashed with the enemy's armored forces, and both sides were fiercely battling it out. Meanwhile, these men would stab them in the back by destroying the bases that stored fuel and ammunition, causing all the troops still fighting to suffer a crushing defeat due to lack of fuel.

  If the other side doesn't send out their troops, it's definitely not easy to successfully launch a surprise attack on such a large base. Even if they do manage to launch a surprise attack, the other side can still transport more troops over. Now that both sides have exchanged fire, the number of soldiers left to guard this place has greatly decreased. Destroying the base here will prevent the enemy's tanks from being refueled in time, and this is the best opportunity.

  Let the Iranians cry for their own reckless actions! Zhang Feng's eyes lit up.

  He aimed at the tank that had fallen into the swamp, if he could get this behemoth out, it would be even more reassuring.

  "Hades, re-interrogate a few more captives to see if their answers are the same. Malwan, Waleed, we want to figure out how to get the chief out," Zhang Feng said.

  The chieftain is a heavy fellow of over 50 tons, and it's impossible to move it with just two off-road trucks. Even if you add the Type 63 tank to help out, it's still not going to be easy.

  But just add an iron shovel and it's done!

  These Iranians are quite lazy, actually. To pull the tank out of the swamp, just using towing is absolutely not enough. Clearing all the mud in front of the tracks will greatly reduce the resistance when the tank moves forward. Then put some dry grass and branches under the tracks to increase traction, that's the correct method.

  The self-rescue and mutual rescue of armored vehicles is also a very profound subject, and brute force is absolutely useless.

  Of course, Zhang Feng didn't have to do it himself. He let Hades command the captives and start clearing the mud below.

  Soon, the area under the track was cleared and then many withered branches were found to fill in under the track.

  Finally, Zhang Feng also drove the armored vehicle over, two off-road vehicles, one armored vehicle, and three vehicles together towed the tank. With the addition of the tank's own power, the heavy Chieftain finally struggled out of the muddy pit.

  The captives saw this scene, and their hearts were even more resentful. If they had known that the tank could be taken out like this, why bother with so much effort earlier? If they had taken out the tank earlier, they wouldn't have been captured here.

  Marwan threw the corpse of the tribal leader into the pit, and several other corpses that had been shot dead were also thrown in.

  "Captain, what shall we do with these prisoners?" Marwan asked.

  Zhang Feng was in a dilemma, taking these captives with him would definitely make it inconvenient to act, releasing them would be even more dangerous, if one of them ran back, they would reveal his whereabouts, or...

  Zhang Feng shook his head. Executing prisoners of war was a violation of the Geneva Convention. If he did such a thing, how would he be any different from a devil who killed without blinking?

  "Let's tie them up first and come back for them after we've finished our task," said Zhang Feng.

  "Yes." Marwan revealed a faint smile that was hard to detect.

  The captives were stripped of their outer garments, and Zhang Feng had his soldiers put on the Iranian military uniforms. In this way, from the outside, it was impossible to detect that they were a group of Iraqi soldiers who had been switched.

  Two off-road trucks led the way, followed by a Hummer-style tank. Due to insufficient Iranian military uniforms, some special forces members who had not changed clothes hid in the truck compartments with their waists bent.

  A few special forces members who knew how to operate tanks got into the Chieftain tank, with Marwan crawling in from the front and driving it himself.

  As the two off-road vehicles drove away in front, Malwan started the tank and directly put it into reverse gear, backing up towards the tied-up captives behind.