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Chapter 4222 Palimo Raid

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    In the early morning of the 4th, a series of shellings kicked off the Battle of Palimo.  The headquarters of the Alliance for the Liberation of the Sahara in Parimoshi was in chaos, and the shelling took place in their area.

    The constant falling dust on the roof undoubtedly exacerbated their panic.  Aziz, the commander of the Liberation Alliance, asked loudly while keeping his men calm, "What is going on? Where did the attack come from? Is it the resistance elements in the city, or those damn Moroccans?"

    "The shelling obviously came from outside the city, and judging from the direction. It shouldn't be those Moroccan troops." An armed man reported to him.

    "Who are they?" Aziz frowned. "Could it be that the anti-terrorist forces took action in advance? Why didn't they notify us? Damn it! Didn't they agree that they would have to wait at least another week until we started to evacuate them?  Launch an attack?"

    "The Orumi Federal Army, which is not an anti-terrorist force, has a completely different attack direction and steps than what we agreed on before. Some people say that it mightmaybe" the militant said hesitantly.

    "What could it be?!" Aziz said angrily.

    "Some people say it may be the surrounding local militia forces. They have been active recently. But it doesn't look like it from the signs. Those militiamen don't have so many weapons.

    Someone just reported that the people who attacked us used 120 mortars.  There is no militia unit with this kind of general equipment, unless it is the Moroccan regular army.  But the direction is wrong, and the attack pattern is wrong.

    The Moroccan regular army usually uses the air force to carry out targeted bombing, and then the cooperating ground forces will launch the attack.  The sporadic shelling was more like a militia.  "The militants replied quickly.

    "Go and investigate. You must find out for me who is shelling us. Their mortars are so accurate. Someone must have scouted the location in advance. There must be their spies in the city. No matter who the spies are, put the suspicious  Capture all the people and kill a group of them. We must resolutely suppress them." Aziz slapped the table and shouted.

    At this moment, another armed man ran in from outside.  "General, the northwest of the city was attacked. The outer defenses were destroyed by enemy artillery. A large number of enemy troops came this way. Our brothers are using the barricades in the suburbs to engage in a fierce battle with the enemy."

    "The northwest suburbs of the city?" Aziz was stunned, then suddenly became furious, "There are no Moroccan troops there. It seems that they are really the local militia troops. They are also attacking us? How many people are there?!  "

    "I don't know the number of people, but I feel that the opponent has a lot of people. In just ten minutes, all the outskirts of the suburbs have been lost. According to the reports of the brothers who returned, the opponent has a lot of troops. It is several times the number of our defenders in the suburbs.  ¡± replied the militant.

    "Damn it. Can't they wait for two more days? As long as we wait a few more days, we will withdraw from Palimor and go to Agrasha. By then, those anti-terrorist forces will be able to clean up the mess.

    "These damn armed militias actually came to take advantage of the situation at this time. What do they mean?"  Do they know that all our troop deployments are concentrated on the northeast side?  So focus on attacking the northwest suburbs of the city?  "Aqiz frowned.

    "That's not right. If that's the case, if they attack from the northwest, don't they want to confront us head-on? There are only a few militiamen in these places? If they rush into the city to rob, I believe it.

    ¡°I don¡¯t believe it if you really come in and confront us face to face.  Those armed militias are limited in number and poorly equipped.  There is no training to speak of, just kill a few people and they will disperse in a hurry.  Who gave them such courage?  "A militant leader walked in from outside. He looked disgraced and looked like he had been in a firefight with the enemy.

    "How was it? Did you exchange fire with the enemy?" Aziz immediately walked up and asked.

    "Yes, they have broken through the outer barricade. The defense in the northwest district is not strong in the first place. They have a lot of people and armored vehicles. Our people can't withstand it and have withdrawn. If it doesn't work, we can only use this side.  troops. I have never seen these militiamen so capable of fighting before." The militant leader was a little frustrated.

    "What? They still have armored vehicles?" Aziz was stunned.

    "But there are armored vehicles, and they also have anti-tank missiles. They destroyed one of our trucks with that thing. I bet it was either a rocket launcher, an anti-tank missile, or a Dragon anti-tank missile." The militant leader shook his head.  He nodded.

    Aziz grabbed him and asked sternly, "Did you see clearly? Are you sure the opponent used a Dragon anti-tank missile?"

    ?"Definitely. Generally, rocket launchers are launched from the shoulder, although some use tripods. But it is rare to see someone launching from a monopod. We have fought with the Americans before, and only the Yankees' Dragon anti-tank  Missiles are launched from a monopod." The militant leader replied, "And the sound this thing makes when it is launched is also very unique.

    It was still dark when they attacked. When the almost black missile was fired into the range, the flames erupted from the rocket engine would form a string of fast-moving bright spots. I have seen this happen, that is  Dragon anti-tank missile.  "

    "Then these guys are definitely not militiamen. It is impossible for local militiamen to have such weapons. But they cannot be regular Moroccan troops. Damn it, who are they helping?" When Aziz was distressed, the call from the headquarters came again.  It rang.

    "Reporting to the commander, the enemy has broken through our defense line. There are too many of them. And there are armored vehicles clearing the way." The report on the phone was intermittent, filled with a lot of gunfire and explosions.

    "What to do now?" The militant leader looked at Aziz.

    "What else can we do? First move the troops up to block the opponent. I want to see who these people are. You are familiar with the situation. Come with me to the front to have a look. If it is the Moroccan regular army, the situation will be troublesome."  Aziz lowered his voice.

    "Impossible, our intelligence said that the Moroccan troops have not mobilized at all. They are still guarding the original defense area." The militant shook his head.

    "No matter what, we have to stop these intruders, move the troops over, and prevent them from moving forward. In addition, we have to find out where these people come from and what is their purpose?

    According to our orders, we only need to hold on here for a few more days before we can evacuate smoothly and leave this place to the anti-terrorism forces.  I don¡¯t want any more accidents to happen before this happens, and neither do the higher-ups.  Aziz gritted his teeth and said, "Follow me!"  "

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