Chapter Fifty-Three Victory

  The huge rotor of the helicopter creates great resistance when flying forward, so the speed of the helicopter is not fast. The cruising speed of the female deer is only more than 200 kilometers per hour. The rocket nests and anti-tank missiles hung on the external sling also increase the resistance to progress.

  So when the six female deer armed helicopter squadron arrived, the battle in the Susangilder swamp had already come to an end.

  The Thirty-Fifth Armored Brigade was beaten down yesterday, suffering heavy losses. This morning it was shelled again, only taking a beating without fighting back. Now, the time has finally come to show off its prowess.

  All tanks and armored vehicles started together, including yesterday's battle damage, only general repairs were made, and the main gun of the tank that could not be fired also went up.

  Iran's elite armored divisions are now utterly defeated.

  Faced with the aerial bombing, they put up a feeble resistance, managing to damage only one fighter plane without achieving any results, but were destroyed by rocket bombs from the sky, destroying eighty percent of their armored vehicles.

  The remaining tribal chiefs, knowing they were hopeless, chose to retreat.

  Rajavi wanted to organize a final attack, but by then his troops had stopped obeying him.

  The troops collapsed like a mountain falling down.

  The ground was littered with burning chariots, and the fierce blows from above finally made the chieftain lose his dignity of yesterday, and he fled shamefully.

  But in this swampy land, wanting to escape is not an easy thing either.

  Those days have already paved the cement road, but if retreating along the cement road, there is no doubt that it will be treated by armed helicopters in the sky.

  On the ground, elsewhere, everywhere was a swamp, and if you weren't careful, you would get trapped in it.

  Tank soldiers stepped on the gas pedal, can't care about so much anymore, escape!

  The armored vehicle in the rear saw that the tanks ahead had all retreated and naturally joined the ranks of those fleeing.

  Compared with the cumbersome BMP, the lighter M113 armored vehicle is easier to escape.

  However, they were all inferior to the Iraqi-equipped T-62 and Type 63 APCs with wider tracks.

  The situation on the battlefield has become one-sided.

  In the sky, an armed helicopter caught up with the armored vehicle running in the front and fired a rocket, blowing the armored vehicle into scrap metal.

  The US-made M113 armored vehicle uses aluminum armor, which will catch fire and melt when hit by a rocket projectile, with a melting point of only over 600 degrees.

  Behind them, the 35th Armored Brigade was like a shepherd driving sheep, chasing after the T-54 tanks with all their might.

  If the tribal leader counterattacks now, he will definitely achieve a good result, but their goal at this moment is to escape.

  Rajavi jumped off the armored vehicle, disregarding the possibility of being hit by stray bullets at any moment. He looked around at the situation, his eyes filled with despair. The morale of this army had already been lost, and it was too late to salvage it.

  The day before, he was still the majestic armored division commander, and with this battle, he could have a more glorious future, being promoted to lieutenant general, entering the core of the army, all were possible.

  But all his dreams were shattered in this swamp, from the moment an Iraqi fighter jet flew in from the sky, his dreams had been ruthlessly crushed.

  What hurt him the most was that his failure this time wasn't due to the incompetence of the armored troops, but rather because of the air force and certain plots.

  Even if Rajavi was stupid, he knew that his background Abolhassan was not liked by the spiritual leader Khomeini, and there were great differences between them. This task was commanded by Chairman Abol, and the air force dragged its feet because of some people's relationships.

  He was defeated by his own conspiracy, he was just a sacrifice of the power struggle, the whole armored division, were all sacrifices.

  This is a crime, this is blasphemy against the sacred Allah! Rajavi's heart was filled with anger and despair.

  He picked up his own pistol and aimed at his brain.

  As low-ranking soldiers, they could choose to flee; as commanders, and direct leaders, he could only choose to die for the country. Only in this way could his family members avoid being purged and get rid of humiliation.

  "Sir!" His bodyguard rushed up and snatched away his pistol.

  "Junior officer, dare you disobey orders?" Rajavi said.

  "Commander, you can't just die like this without a clear reason. You still have many things to do. This time, our entire armored division suffered a devastating blow and may be completely wiped out from the Iranian army. But our failure is not because of us, it's because of the heavens. Where is our air force? Commander, we must see the Chairman and clarify all this!" The guard said firmly.

  Chairman? Chairman Abel Hasan, I'm afraid it's also a bad omen. Rajavi looked at the guards in front of him, he and Abel were on the same front line, many of his soldiers were Abel's loyal forces, he could only make an explanation after seeing Abel!

  "Get down!" Suddenly, the guard heard the sound of a helicopter whizzing by and immediately pounced on Rajavi's body.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." A burst of machine gun fire hit near them.

  Rajavi pushed aside the guard, but found that he had already been shot in the head with a big hole, blood and brain matter flowing out, and was dead.

  Yes, he would get to meet President Aberl! Rajavi's heart was filled with hope once again.

  Now, wanting to break through in an armored vehicle is undoubtedly the most dangerous, on the contrary, a single person has a smaller target and can more easily escape.

  He looked at the chaotic battlefield and chose to head east, leaving the battlefield alone.

  This day will be recorded in the history books of the Iran-Iraq War.

  Due to Saddam's youngest son Qusay being lost in the Hawizeh Marshes, the military took notice and discovered this situation early on during Iran's raid. The 35th Division blocked the marshes at noon, and the next day, under Saddam's personal instruction, a large number of aircraft carried out a devastating strike against an Iranian armored division.

  But for some reason, the powerful Iranian Air Force, which had always dominated the skies, did not appear.

  It was an overwhelmingly victorious offensive.

  The arrogant 35th Army officers and soldiers, with just one armored vehicle, dared to capture a warlord's tank. The warlord's tank crew meekly surrendered, not daring to resist.

  One soldier with a rifle can capture an entire mechanized infantry battalion.

  Most of the surviving Iranian soldiers chose to surrender, and those who could escape were less than one in ten. With armed helicopters patrolling the battlefield from the sky, it was almost impossible to run away.

  However, the Thirty-Fifth Regiment's commander, Muhammad, did not have a single bit of joy in victory. Under Kusay City, he still had not found it.

  Through interrogation of the prisoners, especially several high-ranking commanders, Muhammad knew that this battle could be won due to the lack of ammunition and fuel among the Iranians. The shortage was because their bases storing ammunition and fuel had been blown up by a small group wearing Iranian military uniforms.

  If there is no shortage of fuel and ammunition, yesterday's attack started with a barrage from self-propelled guns, followed by continuous firing from the Chieftain tanks, fiercely pounding and charging forward. A small armored brigade could not withstand the Chieftain's offensive at all. After leaving the swampy area yesterday, they can reach Huzgan today and appear on the Karun River tomorrow.

  Muhammad knew that the attack on the logistics base was definitely done by Kusay. He also knew that after the explosion at the logistics base, Kusay was subjected to a crazy revenge from the opponent's helicopter. Is Kusay dead or alive now? Where is he?

  He knew that if this matter was not handled properly, even if he had won a great victory, it would be good if he didn't get demoted, and if things went wrong, he might even be purged by the president.

  Kusayyib, where are you? May Allah keep you safe.

  PS: Today is the last day of the new book period, Babylon Empire. Under the great support and encouragement of all readers, it has finally passed a month's time. Huadong Zhi Xiong would like to express his gratitude again!