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    My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where there are forests, coal mines, and soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains and plains.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªZhang Hanhui's "On the Songhua River".  ***************************************************  ********************* On the morning of January 27, the commander of the Iraqi 67th Infantry Division, Jaber Garabari, received information from the front in his command post.  The commander of the second battalion of the third regiment, which was deployed directly ahead, reported that Israeli tanks and infantry had entered the area and were preparing to attack. They were currently engaging in artillery battles with the enemy.  Jaber Garabari calmly listened to the battalion commander¡¯s report without interrupting him.  He was originally the commander of the 106th Motorized Infantry Division, but the commander of the 67th Division, Sa-Majid, was transferred to the General Staff Headquarters, so he was fortunate enough to be promoted to the top officer of this ace unit of the Iraqi Sixth Army.  The 67th Division's crossing of the river this time belongs to the first echelon and is responsible for the important task of guarding the 6th stage to resist the first wave of large-scale enemy counterattacks.  Hearing the news of the enemy's large-scale gathering, Jabir Garabari suddenly felt that his previous anxious mood calmed down.  His whole body and mind were attracted to the coming battle. He felt that his fate was no longer uncertain but in his own hands.  This is because he has a heroic army in his hands, a team that can fight tough battles and has the famous "Sasanian Heroes".  On the phone he could hear the sound of artillery shelling and rumbling explosions. He seemed to hear something else, that is, the words of General Qusay Abdullah that seemed to reach his ears from afar: "The fate of the entire campaign depends on you."  "When General Qusay said these words, he was still a little worried because he felt that he might have done something wrong: if it was too late to build fortifications, if he did not deploy good firepower, if he could not lay minefields under the enemy's fire   After crossing the river, he only had one thought running through his mind: "Hurry up hurry up get ahead of the enemy" But now everything is clear the enemy is about to attack, use the fortifications to defend the front, lure him into the minefield and blow it up.  The tanks intercepted and destroyed the enemy's infantry to hold the defense line Now the division commander Jaber Garabari is extremely clear about what he should do now and how to do it.  He spoke clearly to the battalion commander word for word like an experienced teacher speaking to students before an exam: "Don't be nervous. Don't rush to fight tanks and let them drive into the minefield and then ambush them. As long as the tanks dodge, they will definitely  If they can get through the minefield, use missiles and tank guns to shoot directly at the infantry. Use mortars to break up the formation and then use heavy machine guns to fire." At this time, there was a fierce sound in the phone headset.  of explosions.  "What's wrong with you? What's going on?" Jabir Garabari shouted.  "The shell exploded at the edge of the shelter¡ª¡ª" the battalion commander's voice came through the rumble.  "Just go ahead and fight, don't worry," Jaber Garabari said calmly, "Keep your eyes on the tanks and the air force will support us!" Six Israeli Merkava tanks were approaching the minefield in front of the second battalion's position across the desert.  Israeli soldiers in camouflage uniforms had left their jeeps and followed the tanks as they approached the position.  At this moment, the second battalion's mortar fired a row of shells, dragging white smoke and falling into the attacking formation. The infantry were blown up and turned upside down in an instant.  But the tank's progress continued unabated and rushed forward.  As soon as they rushed into the minefield, there were two blasts - the two tanks exploded almost immediately, their tracks were blown off, and their wheels were idling in place.  But the remaining four crossed the minefield and barreled forward.  "Anti-tank team - aim and shoot directly! Fire!" the battalion commander gave the order, and several anti-tank missiles were fired with a bang.  The thick smoke from the missile hitting the target and exploding filled the battlefield. After the smoke dissipated, the battalion commander saw two more tanks on fire.  But the other two Merkava continued to advance and began to bombard the Iraqi positions with tank artillery. They were getting very close. The Israeli soldiers also passed the minefield and ran towards the tanks.  "Fire¡ª¡ªfire for me¡ª¡ªthe anti-tank team gets closer!" the battalion commander roared.  The two anti-tank teams rushed forward with their launchers ready to occupy a favorable position and destroy the tanks, but the Israelis sensitively discovered the coaxial machine guns on their tanks and opened fire immediately.  Click, click, click¡ªa series of bullets struck both groups, causing all casualties in an instant.  With the support of tanks, the Israeli soldiers rushed closer and closer to the first line of defense. Both sides began to shoot at each other.  ¡°Damn it¡ª¡ªuse the rocket launcher¡ª¡ª¡± Before the battalion commander could finish shouting, the tank hit a shell with a loud bang and the sand fell down next to the shelter.  "The call of the battalion commander!" the correspondent shouted almost into his ear.  "Why don't you report the situation? How is it going with you there?" The voice of Katuman, the leader of the third regiment, came from the earphones.  "Kill four tanks," the battalion commander shouted, "but there are two more that are okay and have already rushed up!" Just in Israel.When the Iraqis were about to break into the Iraqi defense line, suddenly there was a roar in the sky and an Iraqi Su-25 attack plane flew high.  The double-barreled AO-17A cannon on the nose fired violently, and a series of shells landed on the tank, causing the tank armor to crackle.  The fighter jet roared past the tank, then made a turn and flew back again.  The Israeli tank driver did not know that the other side had fighter planes to assist in the battle and thought it was the machine gun of the Iraqi Army shooting at the tank.  They were still driving their tanks towards the Iraqi positions. At this time, the Su-25 had already flown over and entered the attack position. This attack no longer used cannons.  I saw a flash of fire under the wing of the Su-25. 8mm rockets screamed and rained down on the tank After turning the tank into a pile of burning scrap metal, the Su-25 fired the remaining cannon shells.  The medicine is poured onto the Israeli infantry. It is a bit difficult for the 30mm machine gun to hit the tank, but it is a bit of a sledgehammer against the infantry.  Two lines of fire poured down and directly exploded the Israeli infantry into several pieces of flesh and blood.  The morale of the Israelis collapsed instantly and the soldiers threw away their weapons and fled.  On that day, the Israeli Second Army launched a full-scale counterattack and was pushed back at multiple locations. The Iraqi Ninth Army had already begun to counterattack.  The leading armored units have joined the special forces paratroopers and the advancing infantry units.  Major Yasin Yarmouk's tank troops rushed forward along the road.  The tank's diesel engine rotates at high speed and transmits powerful power to the tracks and steel wheels.  There were faint bursts of explosions ahead. The turret rotated rapidly in four directions under Yarmouk's operation. He observed the somewhat foggy battlefield through the periscope.  "All units should be prepared for battle." Yasin Yarmouk ordered loudly, fastening his helmet.  Whoosh¡ª¡ªBoom!  A grenade exploded with a long vibrato on a mound not far from the road. The dust raised by the explosion fell on the tank.  After breaking out of the smoke, Yassin Yarmouk saw a small village where a firefight was taking place. An Israeli army was besieging the defenders.  "Okay, it's our turn! Armor-piercing bullets -" Yarmouk immediately gave the order. From the periscope, he saw several turning Israeli tanks.  The battle erupted in an instant - the automatic loader stuffed a sub-caliber armor-piercing shelling shell into the gun barrel.  The Israeli tank was about two kilometers away from Yarmouk's car. Yarmouk skillfully and calmly turned the sight and immediately turned the cross halo to trap the enemy tank that was still turning.  With an order, the gunner pressed the shooting button hard at the moment the target was located in the center ring.  Yarmouk soon saw that the tank suddenly trembled and was enveloped in a puff of smoke. Then a bright orange light flashed and the flames burned violently.  "Hit!" He shouted excitedly. Merkava's protection was nothing more than that.  Immediately, his sight was obscured by the smoke grenades fired from the tank. The driver drove the tank with a high lateral movement and quickly changed his position.  The tanks behind Yarmouk continued to enter the battle. This battle went very quickly.  In the twenty-minute tank battle, Yarmouk's team destroyed four Israeli tanks and five armored vehicles. The Sargon tank ran on high ground and demonstrated its excellent maneuverability and artillery stability in harsh terrain.  The defenders in the village saw the reinforcements coming and launched a counterattack and used anti-tank rocket launchers to destroy an Israeli armored vehicle.  Seeing that they were defeated and suffered heavy casualties, the Israeli troops retreated to the west.  Yarmouk did not pursue but drove the tank into the village. He had only enough fuel left to continue forty kilometers.  He couldn't risk an assault and had to wait for backup here.  "You came too soon and were almost wiped out by this group of Jews!" Hussein, whose face was covered with dust and whose military uniform was in tatters, looked at Yarmouk and said tiredly.  "It's amazing that such a small number of you were able to hold on to this village!" Yarmouk said in surprise as he looked at Hussein's exhausted group of men and the weak infantry firepower.  ¡°Haha, we are a team of the Ninth Army! Besides¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡± Hussein said to Yarmouk extremely seriously: ¡°I am a Palestinian and this is my hometown!¡±
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