Bang ———

With a sound of money, a large ball of smoke suddenly rose from a corner of the ruins, and a shell shot out almost horizontally. The front armor of a Type 56 tank that was hitting the obstacle and advancing while strafing. The weak armor of Type 56 was obviously unable to withstand this attack. The body of the car burst out with orange flames. The Pakistani light infantry, accompanied by the tank attack, was swept down several times by the violent explosion waves and debris. The tank company commander was extremely angry and rushed forward with the burning tank wreckage. Without rushing out of ten meters, the extremely hidden anti-tank gun opened fire again. It hit the turret, and the entire turret flew out in the violent explosion, as if someone had his head cut off.

Sheikhd looked at all this helplessly, his heart bleeded. The Indra people have a large number of anti-tank missiles and anti-tank artillery. These weapons from all over the world are obviously not comparable to the old Type 56 and Type 59. Since the attack on the city, the armored troops have suffered huge losses, and the aviation forces have tried their best to clean up these anti-tank firepower. He sighed. Type 56 and Type 59 are too weak. Although they have been modified, they still find it difficult to adapt to street fighting. The 68 main battle defense ability is much stronger than these two small steamed buns. The storm-style tank is more ideal, but the superiors are reluctant to put these excellent technical weapons in street fighting to be consumed by the desperate Indra infantry. Don't mention any equipment that is destroyed and can be rebuilt and bought. If the soldiers die, they will never come back. If this kind of sensationality is a war that bets on the national destiny, Pakistan and Indra

Dhara can only have one laugh last, facing an opponent who is far stronger than him, and there is a more terrifying helper behind this strong enemy. The superior must do everything possible to save more excellent equipment and soldiers, and throw a large number of excellent tanks into this ruins to fight with the Indra people. That is an idea that only pigs can think of. Not to mention tanks, even the troops that attack are not the most elite. This light infantry division is at best a second-rate unit. Several of the most elite divisions either hold it as strategic reserves in the front line command or bypass Uri and go straight to Balanmida. Such a strategy is cruel for soldiers like them, but for the Pakistani army, it is the only choice. Indra's strength is far above them, and can withstand the losses of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of veterans, while the Pakistani army will have to destroy the country if it suffers tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of casualties.

This is a war that is absolutely unfair, so those soldiers who walked onto the battlefield with second-rate equipment had no reason to complain about any injustice. This is their fate.

"Bang!"

Sheikhd retracted his thoughts in time and pulled the trigger. The Type 90 sniper rifle shook slightly, and a bullet spiraled out. Then it was blocked by the head of an Indra soldier carrying an anti-tank missile several hundred meters away. The cold sniper clearly saw through the scope that the Indra soldier's head tilted back heavily, bursting out a blood line, and the body that had lost his life fell down like a piece of wood. He also saw an Indra soldier crying.

He rushed towards the dead who was still twitching. Maybe they were friends, maybe they were brothers or cousins. Who knows, he was not in the mood to understand these things. He hooked his index finger and bang! The bullet flashed like a lightsaber, easily cutting half of the soldier's neck. The white tendons and blood vessels broke and exposed to the air. Blood gushed out from this huge wound, forming a blood mist and sprayed more than two meters high, splashing the ground with blood. Two shots in a row, and it had to be removed. Sheikhd looked at the Indra soldier who was lying on the ground and struggling to death, and said in his heart: "Be a person who is responsible for the next life. Don't carry the gun again. The military profession is not suitable for you."

Another armored vehicle was destroyed. The soldiers who were lucky enough not to be affected by the explosion had no time to find safe cover, and were swept down by the Soviet heavy machine guns one after another. It has to be said that this light infantry division really lacks practical experience. Up to now, the casualties have reached 500 people. The destroyed vehicles are everywhere, and each vehicle wreckage is surrounded by corpses. If the attack is a powerful brigade like the 18th Mountain Division, the casualties will definitely be much smaller. Lightweight step

The military division also set fire. Indra's 28th Infantry Division had actually made the brothers defeat a half-dead. If they still couldn't take down this enemy, it would not only be a failure, but also a shame! Heavy armored bulldozers rushed forward with a rumbling rumbling, pushing the wreckage of the tanks blocked on the road, flattening barricades and fortifications and obstacles, pushing the houses, and opening passages for the infantry in the most arrogant posture. The fire-breathing tanks followed closely and exposed to each Indra.

The fire point sprayed out black and red fire dragons, and completely submerged the crazy Indra soldiers with a flame of one or two meters high! The Indra soldiers who were sprayed were immediately turned into ashes. Of course, not many people died so happily. Often, a group of people sprayed over, and several Indra soldiers covered in fire rushed out of the bunker screamingly. The Ba soldiers mercifully shot one by one with the rifle in their hands and sent them to the west. The fire-breathing tanks once made the Annan soldiers tremble.

Now when it comes to Indra soldiers, the effect seems to be good. Seeing the fire dragons rolling in the city, many Indra soldiers couldn't help but tremble. The 28th Infantry Division, whose retreat was cut off, was also extremely crazy. They swept with machine guns, bombarded with cannons, and fought repeatedly with the Pakistani army, fighting to the death. They knew very well what the important military center of Uri means. Once it was lost, the Pakistani army would be invincible on the Kashmir battlefield, which would be a disaster for Indra!

There is no way out, so you can only fight to the end.

call out----

call out----

call out----

A few roars like a blackboard slashing a fingernail fell from the sky, and there was no need to say that the flying wolf came again. Six aviation bombs hit the ruins, and six balls of fire rose slowly in the ruins, reflecting the sky. The already broken wall turned into ashes in an instant, and bricks and heavy weapon parts were flying all over the sky. The Indra soldiers swept by the explosion waves were either crushed to pieces or like a

A leaf floated into the air! Three flying wolves proudly turned around and left. The smoke of gunpowder swept into the air, and the positions of Indra Army were in a mess, and corpses were tragic.

"Long live Allah!"

"Long live Allah!!"

The slogan of the Ba army resounded throughout the night sky, and many soldiers divided into dozens of routes to launch fierce attacks on the Indra Army's positions that were covered by the bomb. Many groups of small paths penetrated without focus. Their bayonets flashed with a cold light that made the rash people in the flames of the explosion of the shells. Now the defense line of the Indra Army has been compressed in half, and they can already see the smile of the goddess of victory.

The commander of the 28th Mountain Division was watching anxiously at the command department. The flames of the shells exploded, so everything was revealed. Without a night vision, you could watch the soldiers of the roadless Ba Army rushing towards their defense line without a night vision. The shells once hit the near the command center. A high-level dual-purpose heavy machine gun deployed at the entrance of the command department was firing wildly at the Pakistan Army at a speed of twenty-nine rounds per second, and the fluorescent light woven into the densest web of death. The figures of the Pakistan Army were constantly being stormed by the metal storm.

Tore it apart, but they are still infiltrating! The machine gun has fired 100,000 bullets, right? If it weren't for the cooling oil that can quickly cool the barrel and automatic bomb dischargers, the machine gun would have been done! There were also heavy machine guns with secret scores and no counts came from behind. Obviously, the Pakistani army had touched the back of the command center. In this 24-hour bloody battle, the 28th Infantry Division had already lost too much blood. They needed reinforcements, otherwise there would be only one dead end! Reinforcements, what about reinforcements?

boom!

A shell fell nearby, and the shotgun made the floating land burst out. The scorching steel breath made the hair burn. The guard nervously blocked the major general with his body, for fear that a little bit of it would touch him. The major general bounced the dust on his body, as if nothing had happened. Those who had rolled through the pile of dead people had long known the reason why they were afraid of death faster on the battlefield. If the shell landed directly at your feet, any military technology or guard would be nonsense. Since it was useless to be afraid, why should you be afraid?

The communications troop shouted in the command center: "Report, we have contacted the cluster command center!"

The major general rushed over with two steps in three steps, and waved his hand to push the communications soldier aside. Don't blame him, he has not contacted Lieutenant General Hoshir for twelve hours.

Lieutenant General Hoshir's somewhat hoarse voice came from the radio: "Brown bear, brown bear, this is a tiger. Please reply when you hear it, please reply when you hear it!"

The major general's eyes were astringent, he took a deep breath and said, "The brown bear received it."

The Lieutenant General clearly exhaled his breath and said with a little excitement: "You are fine, it's great! How is Uri's situation?"

The major general said: "It's bad! The electromagnetic interference of the damn Pakistani pagan cut off my contact with my brother's troops. Our division is with more than one elite army in Pakistan.

After a full twenty-four hours of shooting, there were only seven tanks and more than a dozen 105 mountain cannons left in the division. Our division has suffered nearly half of the casualties!"

Hoshir was silent. The 28th Infantry Division was not a big fish-basketball trip. Whether it was equipment or the quality of the troops, the entire army was quite excellent. However, this powerful brigade was crippled in just twenty-four hours! He really couldn't imagine how fierce the Ba army's offensive was at this time, so that it could crippled the division in just twenty-four hours!

The major general hissed: "General, we need support! We need to block Pakistani bombers for us, we need missile forces to launch a large-scale strike against the enemy's depth, we need friendly forces to share the pressure for us, we need the land aviation to help us transport wounded soldiers and supplies! Finally, we need a unit to come to Uri City to fight side by side with us! General, I beg you, send reinforcements quickly, we will be done if we are late!"

Lieutenant General Hoshir roared: "Be calm, not so exaggerated! The Balanmida Mountain Division has reinforced, the 6th Armored Division and the 330th Mechanized Infantry Brigade are advancing in unison to attack the 12th Army of the Ba Army. Our second-line air force is also reversing. As long as you persist for a few more hours, the situation will be reversed!" Perhaps he felt that he had revealed too many secrets on the radio, and the lieutenant general said firmly: "Now is the time for you to sacrifice for Indra. You must either nail the Uri tightly. No matter whether you can survive or not, I will erect a monument for you, or retreat regardless of the overall situation. I will also erect a monument for you--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The major general was stunned for a moment and shouted loudly: "I understand!"

As if to verify that the lieutenant general did not abandon the 28th Division, three Phantom-2000s appeared over Uri, two battled with four sprints of Xiaolong, one pounced on the flying wolf full of bombs, two missiles were shot out, and the two flying wolf were blown into countless pieces, and the Indra soldiers cheered.

Feeling that the morale of Indra soldiers was rising little by little, Lieutenant General Bahdi, the commander-in-chief of the Ba army, the commander-in-chief of the siege of the Ba army, frowned fiercely. Damn, since the counterattack on the north of the western front has been unstoppable, why did the Fifth Army fight so hard that it could not even take down this broken small city? The Indra people were repaired by the Flame Dragon Army and had no temper at all, but they looked like furious lions in the face of the Ba army! Everyone was wearing the same military uniform, using weapons that were almost the same, and even the tactics were similar. Why was the contrast so big?

The lieutenant general had to work hard to suppress his inner impulse, and did not order the reserve team to attack and quickly defeat the small town. He looked gloomy and answered the phone number of the commander of the light infantry division, saying sternly: "Three hours, within three hours, my leather boots must step on the body of the enemy commander! If you can't do it, tell me as soon as possible, I can substitute people!"
Chapter completed!