9:30 AM, Western Suburbs of Tiberias City.
Fahed's Tank rolled over a destroyed Israeli military vehicle, the treads slipped momentarily, the sound of metal scraping against metal was as sharp as nails on glass.
He stuck his head out of the turret, looking at the city ahead.
Tiberias City.
The Jews' Holy City.
Two thousand-year-old stone houses clustered by the lake, like a flock of sheep crouching by the water to drink.
The streets in the city were very narrow, Tanks couldn't get in. In urban warfare, Tanks were coffins.
"General, the Israelis have retreated into the city,
at least one brigade, plus civilians — at least fifty thousand people."
Fahed did not turn. "1st Brigade, circle around from the north, cut off the road to Haifa. 2nd Brigade, circle from the south, cut off the road to Tel Aviv. 3rd Brigade—"
He paused.
"3rd Brigade, come into the city with me."
The adjutant was stunned.
"General, into the city? Urban warfare—"
