The rain grew heavier, and a bolt of purple lightning struck angrily, exploding near the ear.
The weather forecast doesn't seem accurate—this is light rain?
The drug traffickers on guard duty were also dozing off.
Inside a surveillance room, three or four people were sitting, nodding off, with over a dozen large screens displaying several key targets within Anawak.
Drug traffickers are not primitive people; of course, they know how to use modern tools.
The telephone on the table suddenly rang, jolting those monitoring awake.
"Damn, who's calling this late at night?" A bearded man, groggy and with bloodshot eyes, cursed unhappily as he picked up the phone, but he didn't start yelling; he knew it could be a superior checking in.
"Received intelligence from higher up, the Northern Army might launch a military operation; stay alert."
The bearded man: "Yes, sir. We've all got our eyes wide open, nothing's going to go wrong."
The person on the other side hummed, offered a few reassuring words, then hung up.
The bearded man stood up and looked outside, frowning at the pouring rain, "This shitty weather, will the Northern Army come? They're probably snuggled in bed with their women."
His colleague laughed.
A skinny as a stick man, yawning, picked up a cigarette from the table, put it in his mouth, and tilted his head to light it when suddenly, he noticed something amiss on the monitor in front of him?
He rose from his seat, squinting as he moved closer.
This surveillance camera's pixel quality is terrible...
"Tank... Tank!!" His eyes flew open as he screamed.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he heard the roar of gunfire in the rainy night.
A wall on the outskirts of Anawak collapsed with a crash!
The bearded man was startled, then shuddered with a drastic change in complexion, and ran to press a red button on the wall.
Instantly, a shrill alarm echoed throughout Anawak!
Seven or eight blue flares were launched from within the city, lighting up the entire sky.
Just looked outside...
Ferocious steel beasts were roaring as they charged through the rain.
"Honor belongs to Victor, glory belongs to the Cavalry Corps!"
Over the radio, Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann, deputy commander of the Marine Fourth Division's Cavalry Corps, was rallying the troops before the battle.
"I'll lead the charge!!!"
"High explosive rounds, fire all at once! Ready! Fire!"
40 M1A1 main battle tanks charged in an echelon formation, automatically loading, the barrels slightly lifted, boom!
One shot over, didn't matter what reinforced concrete, all became damn rubbish.
A pickup truck skidded out of an alley, screeched—a graceful drift, a gunman almost tumbled off the back, but he quickly adjusted, operating the ZPU-1 anti-aircraft gun in the back, and started firing low!
The shooting drug trafficker had burly arms, thicker than some people's legs, but still trembled slightly under the recoil of the machine gun, his face flushing red, screaming sharply.
Rat-a-tat-tat... Boom boom boom!
Think you can blow up an M1A1 main battle tank head-on?
Its weaknesses are on the sides and top. If you ever encounter it on the battlefield, remember to move flexibly, dodge its smoothbore gun, then slide to its side, stick a C4 on it, and that's it.
As long as you're agile...
Be more careful in your next life.
The targeted M1A1 main battle tank was also a bit pissed off, its 7.62mm machine guns on both sides swept towards the front!
Both sides were shooting at each other in the streets leading to the city!
The gunman on the back of the pickup truck's head exploded like a watermelon, and the gunfire ceased abruptly...
That vehicle was riddled with holes.
Blood slowly dripped down along the tires.
In the face of the steel torrent, everything else was just a paper tiger!
When the M1A1 main battle tanks entered the city and moved into urban warfare, Deputy Commander Michel Wittmann ordered the switch to Aerosol Bombs!
You want to fight street battles?
At the Northern Military Academy, there was a course called "Modern Tank Studies."
Inviting many to discuss and study, if a tank's mobility and firing range are constrained, it's no different from a common garbage truck.
Stop moving, and you're bound to get hit.
So someone came up with an idea.
Regardless of the height of a building or other obstacles, just blow it all up—one Aerosol Bomb is more than enough to destroy a four-story building, right?
Once there are no tall buildings around, isn't it "flattened"?
Isn't that perfect for tank mobility?
Blow up the whole city if you must, just rebuild it later.
That saves on demolition costs.
You want drug traffickers to run up to M1A1 main battle tanks with bombs and die together?
If they had that ability, they wouldn't be drug traffickers.
It's not to look down on them, but these people are essentially criminals at heart, not the type of exquisite perfectionists who would sacrifice their lives for an organization.
When the subsequent infantry caught up, the city's landmark buildings had mostly been blown away, the telecommunications tower... was shaking, the load-bearing walls below had been shattered by the blast.
Cries were everywhere.
Panicked civilians grabbing their belongings were fleeing with their families; some were even in slippers.
They were just like duckweed, helplessly swept up in the current.
Attack initiated at 2 a.m.
By 2:45 a.m., the tank regiments had breached Anawak!
On an open ground outside the city, Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann stepped out of his vehicle and ordered a refueling, "Rest for twenty minutes!"
The command post's operational plan was to take advantage of the rainy night, break through the enemy's city with tank regiments, and since modern cities lack walls, to rush in, bombard wildly, cause uproar, then send in the infantry afterward.