Just after breakfast, the officers were called away.

An unknown lieutenant colonel officer began to assign tasks to the officers.

This guy should be the chief of staff, and the tasks are laid out in very detail. Whoever takes the main attack will be the passive one.

The extent of the attack, including the location of the artillery, the communication signals used to call the artillery, etc.

Tanks are organized into infantry companies, basically one tank per platoon.

However, most of the tanks here are Type I tanks and Type II tanks. They were all eliminated from the Russian battlefield!

This thing is no longer suitable for charging into battle in a dangerous place like Russia. But in Yinlak, it once again showed its talents.

After all, the Kurds do not have such a thing as combat artillery. They have never even heard of it. When the Israelis supported them back then, they only gave them a limited number of eighty-eight artillery pieces.

After all, the Israelis themselves lacked that stuff.

These 88 artillery pieces did bring some losses to the Ming army, but since the Ming army had aircraft to participate in the war, the 88 artillery pieces were not easy to survive.

Although the 88 gun was first invented to masturbate airplanes, airplanes are not slow airships.

This thing is flying in a curve in the sky, and it is very difficult to shoot it down. Given the training level of the Kurdish gunners, the chance of hitting the plane with a 88-gun is not much different from that of being struck by thunder.

Two years later, those 88 cannons were either left idle due to lack of ammunition or abandoned due to lack of accessories.

Anyway, the air force was hovering over Tikrit, and the Kurds on the ground didn't even dare to fart.

If it were in the past, the Ming army would definitely implement a scorched earth policy towards Tikrit.

Anyway, it's all the work of the artillery. A big cannon blast will turn the house or the temple into ruins.

But this time it didn't work. It was clearly stated above that Tikrit should be used as an advance base for the attack on Mosul.

In this case, large-scale destruction of the city will not be possible.

These houses are still needed to protect frontline materials from wind and rain.

The weather was very good, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

After taking off my down jacket and military coat, I felt much lighter and my movements were no longer clumsy.

Everyone was checking weapons, and then, led by officers, they walked into the attack launch area.

The old monkey said that the fight would start at nine o'clock, which was actually extremely unreliable news.

At nine o'clock, the attached tanks had just arrived.

The soldiers stayed in the trenches, holding their guns and smoking.

It can be seen that there are not many veterans in the soldiers in the Middle East. Most of them are new soldiers. They are very nervous when they go to the battlefield and smoke very fiercely.

A cigarette wears off after a few puffs, and then you have to refill it.

"Fucked!

They are all a group of new recruits, even the squad leader and deputy squad leader are young. I said, this battle is not going to be easy."

Old Monkey and Ding San were also smoking, but they smoked in a leisurely manner, similar to an old farmer sitting cross-legged with his head bowed before going to work in the fields.

As soon as the whistle blew, the soldiers threw away the half-smoked cigarettes in their hands. Some of the cigarettes that had just been lit were also thrown into the trench.

The old monkey slowly pressed the cigarette butt on the stone and clamped the remaining half of the cigarette to his ear.

Then he grabbed a 33mm grenade launcher and jumped out of the trench.

He didn't move much, and the cigarette butt stuck to his ear didn't fall off.

The team did not advance very fast, and planes kept circling in the sky.

In fact, after jumping out of the trench, the Kurds on the opposite side were only a little over two kilometers away.

Mortar shells from the opposite side began to rain down randomly, and the soldiers all crouched and gathered behind the tank.

"Fuck, who taught you this? Tanks can't stop mortar shells!" the old monkey cursed. He felt that the company commander should be shot for five minutes.

Soon, the platoon leaders even beat and scolded the soldiers and drove them out from behind the tanks.

Order them to form a skirmish line and launch an attack on the opposite side.

This is a good way to deal with mortars!

Mortars are actually very powerful.

A mortar bomb exploded, with a damage radius of only six or seven meters.

In other words, as long as the distance is wide enough, one shell can kill and injure at most two people.

Moreover, the soil in Tikrit is a bit soft, so the shell hit the ground and half of the projectile was buried in the soil.

When it explodes again, the soil often contains shrapnel. However, the kinetic energy of the shell explosion has been absorbed by the soil, and its power is naturally greatly reduced.

The old monkey was once hit in the head by shrapnel from a mortar shell, which was only five or six meters away.

As a result, the shell shrapnel bounced off the helmet, and not even a hair of the old monkey fell off.

The mortars began to bring casualties. A few unlucky guys were hit by mortar shrapnel and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

Soon, someone came up with a stretcher from behind, loaded the person on the stretcher, and transported them back to the trench where they started.

There was no idle time here either. After the mortars were fired, the Stukas hovering in the sky swooped down like vultures.

Instead of dropping bombs, they used the cannon from the aircraft to blast the mortar positions.

Mortars have a curved trajectory, and the Kurds can hide behind houses and fire from behind walls.

But no matter where you hide, as long as you launch, you can't hide from the eyes of the planes in the sky.

The tongues of flame ejected from the cannon were like flaming whips, lashing the ground fiercely.

The people on the ground were beaten to their knees. The Kurds angrily fired at the air with their weapons, but they could not hit the fast-flying plane.

Even if a few bullets hit the target, they will be bounced off by the thick steel plate on the belly of the aircraft.

It is simply too difficult for ordinary bullets to shoot down a Stuka.

Within only ten minutes, all the Kurdish mortars misfired.

Not a mortar was ever fired again!

On the ground, the Ming army was still slowly approaching under the cover of tanks.

"Haha, the Ming people only take advantage of the equipment. If it were us, we would never attack so timidly.

The people of Ming Dynasty are really afraid of death!" Kherson curled his lips and said in the Swiss military officer observation group.

"Yes! The people of the Ming Dynasty are afraid of death, but their battlefield rescue is really good. Look, the wounded soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have been sent to the airship after being simply disposed of."

Greer is a military doctor, and he prefers to observe the military doctors of the Ming Dynasty.

He found that after those Ming army soldiers were injured, someone would immediately carry stretchers to carry them back.

Then, he was quickly sent to the field hospital inside the trench. After simple treatment and bandaging, he was quickly transported to the airship landing field behind by tractor.

There, there are more than twenty small airships, ready to go.

Several wounded people boarded an airship, which quickly took off and headed directly to Basra.

The Ming army had a good field hospital there.

After listening to the words of military doctor Krell, Kherson was a little moved. Swiss soldiers did not receive such good treatment. If they were hit, they could only die.

Many soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died during the evacuation of the wounded.

The Swiss soldiers did not have an airship to evacuate, so they had to rely on canister trains. Sometimes, the transportation of the wounded took several days.

Many of the wounded had bled dry on the way before they reached the hospital.

Kherson had seen that kind of miserable situation more than once. Every time he went to the wounded barracks, it was an extremely painful ordeal.

Therefore, Kherson will not go to the wounded barracks easily now.

He really didn't want to see the desperate eyes of those Swiss soldiers who were missing arms and legs.

In the Swiss wounded barracks, suicides occurred one after another. After many people knew that they were going to have their arms or legs amputated, they did not hesitate to take out their pistols and shoot themselves in the temple.

They know that the economy in Switzerland is not doing well now, and returning to Switzerland with a broken body will only become a burden to the family.

The subsidies and subsidies provided by the government are simply a drop in the bucket.

The Ming army's airship flew away. Kherson watched until the airship was out of sight before turning his head.

The soldiers of the Ming Army were really happy. It can be said that they were the happiest soldiers in the world.

The tanks continued to advance forward with the Ming soldiers. On the way, the Type 1 tank's twin 25-inch rapid-fire cannons kept firing.

The extremely precise shooting caused blood and flesh to fly everywhere on the Kurdish position.

Some people hide behind walls, thinking bullets cannot hit the wall.

They stretched out their heads and held fire toward the outside. They didn't stick out their heads or bodies at all!

I'm hiding behind the wall, if you can, beat me to death.

Double 25 rapid-fire guns, this thing was originally used as an anti-aircraft gun. The muzzle velocity is terrifyingly high!
To be continued...