Song Heping's command vehicle stopped about 5 kilometers away from the refinery. As the commander, he no longer needs to personally lead the troops onto the battlefield. He can understand the battlefield situation through real-time images transmitted by drones and reports from various team leaders.
But the images transmitted by the drones still made his blood boil.
Currently, although the first and second battalions have succeeded in their raids, the resistance within the refinery has exceeded expectations.
The more crucial point is that the refinery must be captured more quickly.
If the 1515 Armed in Bayji City gather their strength and organize a large force to enter the refinery and engage in a tug-of-war battle with the first and second battalions, it would significantly delay the entire battle.
Time is extremely precious.
After this fight here, it's expected that Buckdadi will soon learn about Bayji being attacked, and Az in Tetric will also be informed.
Appearing here means that the militia forces outside Tetric are not under his command.
This way, Az's confidence to counterattack will greatly increase, and it's estimated that he will immediately organize nearly thirty thousand 1515 members in the city to counterattack Jiang Feng and Samir.
"Command Abu You to intensify the attack! Tell him, attack harder in the west of the city, and the pressure here will be alleviated!"
Song Heping shouted to the communications soldier.
He needed the feint on the west side to become a real strong attack, to maximize the containment of the reserve forces within Bayji City, preventing them from sending reinforcements to the refinery.
Meanwhile, outside Tetric.
Before the break of dawn, Jiang Feng and Samir stayed up all night.
The battle towards Bayji has already begun, their hearts were in their throats.
"Drone reconnaissance shows no signs of large-scale movements by the garrison in Tetric City."
The technical officer of the drone company reported.
Samir breathed a sigh of relief, wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead: "It seems that Az has really been bluffed by us."
Jiang Feng, however, did not dare to be careless: "We can't let our guard down. Command the artillery to perform another round of rapid fire, target five hundred meters behind the enemy's frontline positions, creating the illusion that we are about to launch an attack! After firing, we need to immediately retreat according to plan!"
Soon, on the "Liberation Forces" artillery positions, a few heavy guns and numerous mortars roared again, shells flew over the middle ground of confrontation between both sides, hitting near the area where Tetric's garrison might be assembled.
The smoke and dust of explosions rose once more.
This round of shelling undoubtedly further solidified Az's judgment — the "Liberation Forces" main force is still present, and the assault is imminent.
He was even more determined to hold his ground waiting for reinforcements, even reallocating forces from other directions to strengthen the frontal defense.
He was completely unaware that he was perfectly playing the role of the "fearful defending general" in Song Heping's script.
As dawn broke, the battle within Bayji Refinery reached a fever pitch.
Some fanatic defenders retreated to the core control building, attempting a final stand.
"Time waits for no one!"
Song Heping checked the time and sternly questioned via radio:
"Milosh, can you finish in twenty minutes?"
At this moment, Battalion Commander Milosh had already infiltrated near the control building.
"Can finish!"
Milosh gave a firm reply, then radioed Battalion Commander Wells responsible for remote support.
"Wells, have your remote fire suppress the enemies in the building, I only need five minutes! Don't give them the chance to attack us in five minutes, I need to send people in to blast the building with directed explosives! Damn it! Fighting room by room, staircase by staircase causes too many casualties. Blast it directly to save trouble!"
"Sure, go ahead! Leave the fire support to me!"
After speaking, Wells ran personally to the artillery position.
"Immediately cover the position of the control building within the refinery with shots, blow away those bastards on the rooftop for me! Don't let them attack the advancing troops of the first battalion from the rooftop!"
"Yes! I will give them a rapid fire package!" The mortar company commander was full of confidence.
"Five minutes!"
Wells extended his hand, spread five fingers, and waved them forcefully at the mortar company commander, shouting loudly:
"I want you to maintain fire suppression for at least five minutes, the assault team of the first battalion needs time to enter the building for demolition!"
"Understood! Commander!"
The company commander wiped his face, smudged with oil and dust, but his eyes were exceptionally determined, "Just watch what I'll do!"
Orders spread through the mortar position like electric current.
The artillerymen operated like well-wound intricate machines, beginning to run at high speed.
"Attention! Target, control building and rooftop area! High explosive bombs, instant fuses! Sight XXX, direction XXX! One round for test fire!"
The company commander's shout echoed across the position.
The loaders quickly took out the heavy 81mm high explosive killing bombs from the green ammunition boxes, smoothly sliding them into the mortar barrel.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"