"According to the law of free fall, it takes about 15 seconds for objects to land from a height of one thousand meters, and the grenade delay fuse in your hand is 5 seconds, which means that if you throw them down now, it's nothing more than setting fireworks for the Arabs."

In the fi-60 single-engine two-seater civil aircraft, Haimov turned off the output button of the radio communicator and taught his partner Saha a small lesson in concise and professional language. After listening, the young flight scout put the grenade back into his pocket in disappointment.

"There is no need to alert the snake." Haimov continued, "The 'Flying Army' has been ambushed in the village, and there are many Irish mercenaries we invited at high prices."

While watching the situation below with a telescope, Saha responded: "Those Turks? Their equipment is indeed good, but can they be reliable at critical moments?"

"The reputation of the Irish army is quite good. Unfortunately, the foreign corps we invited are Irish foreign corps, not real Irish people. It seems that the people from the Executive Committee and the command center lack confidence in them. When it comes to a critical moment, we are the only ones who are trustworthy! Okay, let's talk about it later, and do the serious business first!" After that, Hemov re-opened the output button of the radio communicator. The next word of what they said was the "Flying Army" mobile command set up in Amona and the commanders who closely monitor the situation ahead in the communication room of the Aviation Club can hear it.

Sahasui said in a true voice: "From the distribution of light sources, the Arabs heading towards Amona are divided into two strands that go hand in hand, with hundreds of people in each strand. There are car lights at the end of the team, and there are not many, and there are about twenty vehicles in total."

Hemov echoed on the radio: "This group of bandits probably want to take away all the cows from the Amona Ranch. If they succeed, our losses will be great!"

"Then let them taste what our iron fist feels!" A powerful middle-aged male voice came from the headphones. This person was Colonel Biden, the commander of the "Flying Army", a professional soldier from the United States and British. Among the members of the Zion movement, the military rank he obtained in the army was second only to Elhard Mirch.

Saha said: "Now, the enemy's outpost is three or four kilometers away from Amona, and the big players are ten kilometers away. Perhaps their outpost will break into Amona first for reconnaissance."

The other end of the radio was silent: "In fact, we expected this situation. If the enemy's outpost troops enter the town, we can do not fire, and wait until the enemy's large troops break in and then knock them hard."

Haimov quickly reminded: "Mr. Colonel, I have no intention of offending, but you shouldn't seem to disclose our military deployment on the radio. Once our call is monitored by the enemy, it's terrible."

Colonel Biten admitted his negligence readily: "Well, Mr. Captain, you are very right. Although the enemy is not a regular army, we should take this as a war and not take it lightly."

As they spoke, faint but clear gunfire came from the headphones. Hemov and Saha leaned down at the same time, but they soared thousands of meters above the altitude, and the muzzle flame on the ground could not be captured by the naked eye.

A moment later, the voice on the other end of the radio said in a calm tone: "Gentlemen flying, it seems that the outpost you think is not a real outpost. The enemy's small group of reconnaissance personnel have reached the edge of the village. They are shooting randomly, probably just testing the truth. If they get the information about our operations or detect our radio communications, they will not mobilize them at all. Unless... all our previous judgments and speculations are completely wrong."

At this moment, an arrogant guy with a Turkish accent inserted in: "Don't worry, even if the enemy is a regular army of the Arab Kingdom, you can't take any advantage of the elites of the former Ottoman Guards. You must know that ten years ago, those Arabs would tremble when they heard our reputation!"

Colonel Biten responded calmly: "Oh, Major Iskan, I have to say that your Hebrew is very good among non-Jewish Turks. Since we talk about the Ottoman Empire, we must admit that it had a brilliant history that made the whole of Europe tremble, but that was only history after all. Unfortunately, if people want to admire the greatness of the Ottoman Empire, they can only go to the library; when people talk about the elite troops of Turkey, they may not think of the Ottoman Guards, but a certain unit of the Turkish Republic."

The Turkish accent smiled awkwardly: "The Ottoman Empire is not only worthy of the nostalgia of Turks like us. For you Jews, was the Ottoman Empire the only one among the powerful Eurasians who took a kind acceptance attitude towards you and opened the door to you during your particularly difficult times?"

In the not particularly long history of the Ottoman Empire, the Jews were indeed favored by the Ottoman rulers. The Jews who were expelled by Hungary in 1376, the French Jews who were expelled by Charles V in 1394, and the Jews who were expelled by the Sicily in the early 15th century all found refuge in the Ottoman Empire. On the other hand, the Jews played a positive role in promoting the economic development of Ottoman Turkey. This relationship of dependence and interdependence also transcends the dynasty changes. Under the rule of the Turkish Republic, the Jews were still popular and protected. Therefore, the Jews did not need to feel sad for the demise of the Ottoman Empire like Major Iskan and other old dynasties.

The commander of the "Flying Army" did not say anything, and the Turks did not ask: "Okay, before the call is over, I will reiterate our tactical strategy. My people will not fire before the enemy's main force enters the range; when we open fire, the enemy will definitely be everywhere!"

"No problem, Major Iskan. Maybe before you fire, we had already repaired the enemy hard and let them escape in shame with their tails." Colonel Biten replied.

"That's best! I don't like casualties in the army, although there is no battle that can completely avoid casualties." The Turks responded.

Therefore, the radio communication between the air and the ground came to an end. Outside the villages and towns, the Arabs rode back and forth on horseback, keeping guns to the sky, but did not easily enter the villages and towns. The Jews had only five or six years of history to establish villages and towns in Amona, but most of the buildings were solid wood, stone or brick-concrete structures. Considering the needs of self-defense, the buildings were distributed in a compact and orderly manner. The armed militia of the "Flying Army" occupied the buildings in the east, north and center, and divided a team of troops to assist local militia in defending the ranch. The Irish Foreign Corps organized defense based on the buildings in the south and west. Some of the residents gathered in churches west of the center of the villages and towns, while others escaped the war in their basements.

In addition to deploying reconnaissance and alert aircraft in the air, the Jews also deployed many secret sentries outside the villages and towns. They used wired telephones or radio walk-ins to continuously inform the commanders in the villages and towns. At first, only twenty or thirty Arab sentry posts arrived outside the Amona. Soon, hundreds of advance troops approached Amona from the east. These Arabs were all riding one by one. They were waving sabers or long hairs, some carried rifles, some carried revolvers, and several American Thomson submachine guns. The weapon models must be a hodgepodge.

Immediately afterwards, a loud whistle pierced the night sky, and the sound of running horse hooves gathered into pieces. Arab riders rushed to Amona in groups. Before they entered the village and town, gunfire sounded, and Jewish militia couldn't wait to fire. The Arab riders near the village and town suddenly turned over. However, after careful analysis, many people fell to the ground because of horses frightened or panicked, and not many were actually injured and killed by gunfire.

On the roof of a three-story building, Major Iskan, commander of the fully armed Irish Foreign Corps Battalion "Mohammed" Battalion, held a telescope in one hand and pressed the other on the leather gun holster at his waist. Behind him, the communications soldier carrying the battlefield radio station was on guard in a squat position; at his depth, a cold-looking soldier crawled on the ground and observed the ongoing battle through the sniper scope on the Hubert-ii semi-automatic rifle; in the backyard of the building, a three-person mortar team had dug up a simple bunker and could support Jewish militias against the Arabs at any time.

With the light and light, Iskan saw the Arab rider retreating like a tide, leaving only the unlucky guy who lost his flattering to run wildly behind. The former Ottoman Guard officer with a scar on his left face muttered disdainfully: "If you fight like this, you may not be able to repel the Arabs after using all bullets. Militia are militias. No matter how long they train, they cannot be used as regular troops."

After about a minute, the gunshots completely subsided. Just as people thought that the Arab offensive had come to an end, gunshots sounded from the ranch in the north, pistols, rifles and machine guns mixed together. In less than half a cigarette, fires flashed in that direction, and the explosions of grenades came one after another.

After a moment, the correspondent soldier reported to Iskan: "Sir, Colonel Biten calls you!"

Iskan smiled coldly, turned around and picked up the microphone: "Mr. Colonel, it seems that your people are too impatient. The advantage of ambush combat has been easily squandered. Ranch? You have 40 people there, three submachine guns, a machine gun, and a warehouse that is very suitable for defense. It is more than enough to deal with cavalry without heavy weapons. I said I can't hold on in just one round? No, this situation is very unsuitable for transfer. Tell them that they are staying in the warehouse now.
Chapter completed!