The adjutant lay down beside him, his voice trembling.
"General, we can't win."
Maher remained silent. He watched the tanks getting closer.
"Fight even if we can't win. If we can't win, we die."
He raised his gun.
The Iranian tanks entered shooting range.
"Fire."
The first RPG shot out from the ruins, trailing flames, and burrowed into the side armor of the leading T-72S. The explosion shattered the tracks, immobilizing the tank on the road. The turret spun several times, unable to find a target.
The tanks behind began to retaliate. Shells fell in the ruins, exploding into bursts of orange-red sparks. A soldier was blasted into the air, half of his body hung on a tree, intestines spilling out, trailing on the ground, still steaming.
Maher lay on the ground, covering his head. Shells fell around him, raising pillars of black dust.
The second RPG.
