Chapter 41: Raid on the Base

  The snake meat I ate this morning has been digested long ago, and now my stomach is starting to feel hungry again.

  Fortunately, there were some canned beef on the truck. The canned food of this era was not like the later generations, which claimed to be meat but actually contained flour and artificial synthetic substances called "meat essence". It tasted like meat, but in fact, it didn't even have a single bone.

  Nowadays, canned beef contains large chunks of beef and has been processed so that it doesn't get stuck in your teeth. After eating half a can, you're almost full.

  Zhang Feng sat in the front row of the truck's co-pilot seat, looking at a base that was gradually approaching.

  He couldn't help but admire how the Persians had found this place. It was simply perfect, with marshes all around, yet here was a small patch of high ground, with hard soil and relatively open space.

  Through binoculars, rows of neatly arranged oil tankers and ammunition cars can be seen far away. Those are all logistical support for the tanks to fight. As long as those off-road trucks are blown up, the Persians will have to walk back to Ahvaz.

  Because it is covered with a protective net, if viewed from above, only a single-colored swamp can be seen, and nothing else can be found.

  Only saw this huge logistics convoy, only one tank was seen undergoing maintenance, and a few scattered armored vehicles.

  Some guards are tensely guarding this base, with several heavy machine guns set up at the intersection.

  Zhang Feng secretly felt lucky. If they had come here on foot, it would have taken a lot of effort and they wouldn't have had the ability to blow this place up. Now it was different, they were regular "Iranian soldiers", driving an off-road vehicle with a tribal tank following behind.

  This base is their free dinner, with intentional calculation and unintentional gain.

  At this time, the sun had already set in the west, its golden light spreading across the entire marshland, casting a strange color over the base.

  "Halt!" The outermost sentry, two tall Iranian soldiers, had already begun questioning: "Which unit are you from?"

  "Third Battalion, 52nd Brigade, 32nd Armored Division of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps. Execute the brigade commander's order and go outside to rescue a Chieftain tank stuck in the swamp." Hadi said in fluent Persian as he drove the first fuel truck.

  The sentry took a look and saw that behind the two trucks, there was a commander-style tank following, with mud all over the turret of the commander, apparently it had taken great effort to rescue it.

  "You've all been fighting up ahead, how come you're just getting back?" The sentry said: "Hurry up and refuel the oil tanker, then go to the front line and give those Iraqis a good thrashing!"

  Look at his expression, he seems to be regretful for not going to the front line himself, and has handed over this desire to thrash Iraqis to the tribal chief.

  "Insha'Allah, we will go immediately," Hadi said.

  The sentry removed the roadblock and two off-road trucks drove into the base one after another.

  As Zhang Feng drove into the base, he found that those oil tankers had already started and were preparing to drive out in another direction.

  It's just in time! Zhang Feng knew that those oil tankers must be going to refuel the tribal chief.

  With the advance of large armored groups, fuel supply is a very important issue. If fuel cannot be replenished in time, the armored group will lose its combat effectiveness.

  In later years, Zhang Feng participated in military performances and knew the importance of this supplement, especially for tanks using gas turbines, which need to be supplemented every three or four hours. The most commonly used form is to use an oil tanker to refuel directly, with a corresponding oil tanker that is also special, equipped with fuel pumps, multiple long oil guns can refuel multiple tanks at the same time.

  More advanced is the laying of fuel hoses from field oil depots directly to the location, using pipes to transport oil. As a special forces team member, he had once been tasked with guarding this pipeline.

  Now, seeing those oil tankers preparing to leave, he knew that the chieftains on the front line had begun to starve.

  Want to eat? The door is not even open.

  "Malwan, take out the first oil tanker." Zhang Feng said in the wireless radio to the commander tank behind.

  At this time, the oil tanker fleet had driven onto that gray road. Because it was already dark, Zhang Feng did not notice that it was a temporary cement road.

  "Roger that." Malwan drove the Hummer, already entering the base. He had originally planned to make the Hummer being repaired his first target, but was ordered by Zhang Feng to go find trouble with the fuel convoy instead.

  The tribal leader's turret began to rotate, and the thick cannon barrel rose up.

  "Hey, what are you doing?" A sentry found something amiss. This tank hadn't stopped at its usual fixed position, but instead kept moving forward with the turret still rotating.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." The warriors on the second off-road vehicle all stuck their heads out and fired fiercely at the sentries outside.

  In an instant, he was beaten into a beehive shape.

  At this time, all Iranians knew that a battle had taken place and their base had been raided!

  The soldiers on duty inside the bunker were the first to react and immediately directed heavy machine gun fire at this location.

  "Boom!" A shell shot out of the tribal leader's cannon, but it didn't hit the first oil tanker. Instead, it landed on the empty ground beside it.

  Because none of them had ever operated Iran's tribal-style tanks before, the first shot was able to hit such accuracy, it's already very good.

  So they chose grenades.

  To deal with different targets, you need to choose different types of ammunition. To deal with enemy tanks, only armor-piercing and fragmentation shells can be used, while to deal with a large number of personnel, mainly high-explosive shells are used. Armor-piercing shells rely on penetrating armor to destroy the enemy, while high-explosive shells mainly rely on shrapnel to cause damage.

  If armor-piercing shells were used, as long as they didn't hit the oil tanker directly, there would be no casualties at all. However, it was different with high-explosive shells. Although the shell did not hit the target directly but exploded beside it, the huge blast wave had already overturned the first oil tanker, and the scattered fragments shot into the oil tank of the oil tanker.

  "Boom!" A massive fireball erupted from the oil tanker, which was loaded with diesel fuel and had exploded violently.

  Diesel is not easy to ignite, but in the oil tank car, there is already a certain amount of oil gas (volatile diesel and air mixture), so that it reaches the critical point of combustion, combustion will occur.

  Large-scale combustion in a confined space is an explosion.

  Vibrant flames, set against the backdrop of a sunset glow.

  "Bang!" Zhang Feng only felt a few bullets hit the off-road vehicle he was in.

  Fortunately, it was a military truck with some bulletproof capability. Zhang Feng shouted in the radio: "Attention, focus on destroying the oil and ammunition vehicles here."

  Two cars were moving back and forth, dodging each other's bullets.

  The commander finally came to his senses, the coaxial machine gun on the turret fired continuously at the Iranian infantry rushing towards him. At the same time, the cannon aimed again at the Chieftain that was stopped for repairs. At this moment, the opponent had already launched an attack and was preparing to confront him.

  This time I'm really in luck! thought Marwan.

  "Armor-piercing round, ready."

  Rajavi never expected that while he was fighting bloody battles in the front, a fire had broken out in his backyard.