Countless shells pierced through the sky with their mournful screams, approaching from afar, then exploding into huge fireballs in the most densely assembled area of the Resistance Army's main forces—
An open area about three kilometers east of Nasur Fortress.
Various calibers of artillery shells poured down like hail.
The fire from the explosions linked together, forming towering columns of smoke that almost obscured the eastern sky.
Even from such a distance, the garrison at Nasur Fortress could clearly feel the tremors and the gusts of wind brought by the shock waves.
It's Samir's "Liberation Forces" artillery battalion!
Finally, they were here!
The Iron Gate to the north and the wolves to the south completed the encirclement at this very moment, biting down simultaneously!
Behind the main forces of the Resistance Army, inside the temporary field command vehicle.
Barzani sat as if his backbone had been removed, slumping in a folding chair.
