Great Power Ship

Chapter 243 This is too fast

The fast-fired 122mm artillery shell pierced the sky, and immediately landed on the third line of defense of the 772 regiment, followed by successive explosions.

Lieutenant Colonel Jamal was awakened by this unimaginable explosion.

At this time, he was lying in the health center behind the third line of defense of the 772 regiment. The deafening explosion shook the health center, making Lieutenant Colonel Jamal, who was already dizzy, even more confused for a while.

But the next moment, Jamal felt nauseated for a while. It wasn't caused by dizziness, but the unpleasant stench from the side uncontrollably penetrated into his nostrils. Gamal looked back and couldn't help it anymore. Wow~~~ Spit it out with a bang.

It turned out that the war reporter who was with him not long ago was lying on the nearby bed, but at this time, the lower body of the war reporter had been blown off, and the colorful intestines were scattered on the bed. How disgusting was that appearance? nausea.

"Medical soldier~~~medical soldier~~~"

The unbearable Lieutenant Colonel Jamal hurriedly yelled at the outside. He wanted to complain to the doctors here why he, the majestic commander of the 772 regiment, was placed next to a dead man.

Maybe it was because the explosion made his hoarse voice unable to get out at all, or maybe it was because the medical soldiers outside were unwilling to answer at all. Lieutenant Colonel Jamal shouted for a long time, but no one came over.

At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Jamal panicked, because a bad premonition suddenly came to his mind.

As if to confirm his premonition, just as he stopped roaring, a burst of cheers came from outside, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

Soon several heavily armed Bosnian soldiers broke in.

Seeing that Jamal pointed the gun directly at his head, Jamal raised his hands wisely, and then shouted: "I am the 3nd Regiment of the 772rd Independent Division of the Mesopotamian Defense Forces." Lieutenant Colonel Jamal!"

The voice was loud, as if emphasizing his identity. Sure enough, the Bosnian soldier on the opposite side realized that he had caught a big fish and gave up a person. He came up to check Jamal's collar badge and ID, and then motioned for others to take him away.

When he was escorted out of the health center, Jamal saw that the area in the depths of the 772 regiment had been fully occupied by the Bosnian side. Needless to say, the three lines of defense of the 772 regiment had been completely broken by the opponent.

This is a defense line along the river with a width of about 12 kilometers and a depth of 8 kilometers. As a result, it was penetrated by the Bosnians in less than a day.

Lieutenant Colonel Jamal knew that such a defeat would be held accountable even if he went back, even if he was injured and withdrawn from the line of fire in the opponent's first round of attack, even if his regiment team was taken over by others, but a defeat is a defeat , As long as he, Jamal, is alive, he cannot escape from this pot.

Rather than face serious accountability, it would be better to stay on the Bosnian side for a while.

So this prisoner can be regarded as a peace of mind.

Just when Lieutenant Colonel Jamal took himself as a competent prisoner, he suddenly saw three Bosnian soldiers prostrate on a high ground not far away, and one of the commanders with a telescope pointed at them. A point of fire in the distance pointed.

Lieutenant Colonel Jamal naturally knew that direction. It was the adjacent defense zone of the 751st regiment. The firepower point was about 1.6 kilometers away from here. Looking at the posture of the Bosnian soldiers on the high ground, it seemed that they were about to knock down the firepower point there.

With a distance of 1.6 kilometers, what are the Bosnians going to do?
Suddenly, Jamal remembered his horrible experience in the first line of defense, and immediately asked a Bosnian officer who escorted him: "You have so many anti-tank missiles that they have been issued to the squad?"

The Bosnian officer who was asked was stunned for a moment, what anti-tank missile?Why doesn't he know?
Seeing that the Bosnian officer in front of him was puzzled, Jamal hurriedly pointed to the small high ground not far away. The Bosnian officer took a look, and then he realized it, and immediately smiled: "You call that thing a counterattack. Tank missiles?"

"Isn't it? I witnessed the missiles coming in through the firing holes!" Lieutenant Colonel Jamal was very sincere.

"That's because you didn't see it clearly. Now take a closer look!" The Bosnian officer pointed at the small highland again, and Lieutenant Colonel Jamal looked over again, and his whole body froze immediately.

I saw a soldier on the small high ground raised his upper body, twisted the tail of what looked like an anti-tank missile launcher, and then saw that the tail mechanism was rotated 180 degrees and turned to one side, followed by the soldier A cannonball was inserted through the opening, and then moved back to the tail. With a sound of "bang...", the dazzling fire and thick smoke instantly flooded the small highland.

After a while, a signal came from the small high ground that it was safe to pass, and the Bosnian officer urged Jamal to get on the road quickly. Only then did Jamal react, and said with a surprised face: "You are using a seatless artillery? Carl Gustaf of Sweden?"

"We use the DPZ-82, a new recoilless gun that doesn't belong to Carl Gustav of Sweden, but we prefer to call it the bunker buster, because the DPZ-82 hits your bunkers like you beat an egg with a hammer Same, not only accurate but also shattered with one blow!"

The Bosnian officer seemed to enjoy Jamal’s unconcealable shock, which seemed to make the Mesopotamian officer intimidated from body to soul, so after speaking, the DPZ-82 seatless After firing the cannon, he pointed at a distance not far away: "What do you think is that?"

"tank?"

Jamal only glanced at it, but he was not surprised, because in the dust not far away, a convoy of American-made M48 and M60 main battle tanks was rushing in along the gap in the defense line opened by the Bosnian infantry.

Seeing this, Jamal looked at the officer escorting him in disbelief: "Isn't your pontoon and bridge equipment on the front line of Fao?"

"Where are our old-style pontoon bridge equipment concentrated? This is the main battlefield for YHZ-18 heavy pontoon bridge applications!" The Bosnian officer replied with a smile, and then escorted Jamal to a high ground. Then he pointed in the direction of the Shatt al-Arab and said proudly, "Look for yourself!"

Jamal was immediately stunned by the sight in front of him.

I saw two gunboats armed to the teeth across the Arabian River, and in the center of the gunboats, a pontoon bridge across the Arabian River has been built, forming tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, armored vehicles of the Bosnian National Guard and towing large-caliber gunboats. Artillery motor vehicles are continuously rushing towards the west bank of the Arabian River through the bridge erected.

Then they broke into the hinterland of Mesopotamia through the gap left by their 772 regiment.

However, what shocked Jamal even more was that another new pontoon bridge of the same level is being erected next to the pontoon bridge that has already been erected. The most important thing is that the speed is very fast. In the blink of an eye, the officers and soldiers of the pontoon bridge in Bosnia have already covered it. One-third of the river is wide. By the time Jamal recovers from the shock, two-thirds of the new boat bridge has been laid, and it will be erected and put into use in a blink of an eye.

So much so that Jamal could only exclaim in admiration, "My heavenly father... this... this... this is too fast!"

(End of this chapter)