The position of Entrance No. 3 is located at the three o'clock direction of the command post.
The defensive circle of the command post in Halaib is the last line of defense in the entire campaign.
This defensive circle is set according to the terrain and the position of buildings, using the clock face points as designated codes.
When a crisis arises in a certain direction, it is reported by using "Entrance XX" as a substitute for quick reporting. This is a common military term, simple and clear.
Currently, the entire Halaib City has fallen into the meat grinder of street fighting, with every building and street caught in fierce crossfire.
For the Commander of the Victory Front, Abu Omar, he has his own ambitions and plans in mind.
Take Halaib as quickly as possible, open the southern gateway to Damascus, and then after supplementing foreign mercenaries and equipment from the camp in southern Otaba, use pickup trucks and armored units to mechanize a rapid push northwards, racing against the eastern "1515" Armed breaking through Palmyra, and the northern HTS Sam Liberation Organization opening Idlib, to open the route to Damascus and capture this capital city.
One must know, capturing a nation's capital carries symbolic significance. Being the first to break through Damascus means that within all the opposition armed forces and extremist armed organizations in Siria, the Victory Front's discourse power will receive the greatest enhancement.
This is also the task that the gold patrons Turkey and Jordan Country demand he must complete.
Money is never given for free.
For this, Omar is betting everything.
He almost pushed all his forces into the city to engage in street fighting with the guards.
Street fighting is actually a very foolish undertaking.
After all, street fighting in modern warfare implies a meat grinder, meaning huge casualty costs.
Now he already holds a superiority in forces, having broken through the positions on the outskirts outside Halaib, dismantling the government army's defense lines. If he wanted to secure victory, he should besiege the city and then send forces to infiltrate the rear to harass the enemy's supply lines, causing Halaib to bleed continuously, thereby achieving the objective of breaking their fighting spirit.
This approach and tactics offer a great chance of winning.
Unless a miracle occurs, taking Halaib would be like taking something from one's pocket.
Unfortunately, Abu Omar also lacks the time.
He is in a hurry.
Worried that the strategy of besieging the city and harassment will waste a lot of time.
Among the anti-government forces in the north, east, and south, his Victory Front is the most likely and earliest armed force to enter Damascus.
After all, Halaib is less than two hundred kilometers from Damascus, while even if the 1515 Armed forces capture the eastern gate Palmyra, there are still over 300 kilometers distance to Damascus, and as for the north, no need to mention, currently the HTS forces have just seized Idlib, even if they take Homs, they are still far from Damascus.
In his mind, Omar couldn't help but picture the glorious moment of himself ascending to the political stage in Siria and obtaining an important position, causing his dopamine to secrete crazily. Excitedly unable to restrain himself, like a crazy gambler, he pushed all his forces into the city.
"What to fear?!"
He asked himself.
According to the information he obtained, there are already a thousand foreign mercenaries assembled in Otaba, and another three thousand mercenaries are crossing the Jordan and Siria border heading towards Otaba.
These guys are funded by Turkey and Jordan for his recruitment.
In the Middle East, there's never a shortage of troops.
As long as there's money, there are people willing to risk their lives.
For a few thousand US Dollars, those poor people who practice conservative fundamentalism can hand over their lives without hesitation.
No matter the more dreadful costs paid, as long as the front line can keep advancing, when tomorrow morning the reinforcements and supplies from Otaba arrive...
Hehe...
Thinking of this, Omar couldn't resist raising the corners of his mouth.
"Leader, we broke through their last line of defense!"
A message from the radio almost made Omar laugh aloud.
"Broke through the last line of defense?!"
He nearly jumped up from his seat in the command vehicle.
"That's right, Mamulian broke through their last front line. If I'm not mistaken, their command post is less than five hundred meters away from the defense line!"
"Quick! Deploy all the forces up there, tear open a bigger hole! I want to capture that old guy Jamal alive!"
"Understood, Leader!"
Putting down the radio receiver, Omar laughed heartily.
The previously slightly tense mood now replaced by excitement.
"Prepare the vehicle! I want to go check it out in the city!"
"Go to the city?"
The subordinates were a bit surprised.
"It's a mess there now..."
"No worries, we broke through their last line of defense. We'll keep our distance, find a high point to observe, I want to witness the final victory firsthand! Once Halaib is captured, there will be no danger defending the southern part of Damascus! Hahahahaha!"
Having not closed his eyes for over ten hours, Omar was now vigorous, as if having taken expired Viagra, full of excitement.
"Yes, Leader."
A few minutes later, Omar boarded an armored vehicle, and with the escort of several armed pickups, rumbled towards the city.
Meanwhile, Song Heping and the Chef had already brought out the last dozen Wagner Guard members they could muster from the command post, rushing out of the underground cover, arriving near the position adjacent to Entrance No. 3.
The sight before them resembled a depiction of Hell.
The narrow streets were filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.
The sandbag fortifications originally built upon the streets were blown to pieces, with sand and dark red blood clots mixed together, pasted everywhere.