"One month?" Zakavi shook his head: "We don't have a month. The army outside has tanks, artillery, planes. We only have rifles and rocket launchers."
He stood up and walked to the map.
On the map, Tikrit was surrounded by four red lines, which were the enemy's attack directions.
"Notify all units." Zakavi ordered, "Execute the 'Trial by Fire' plan."
His subordinates' faces changed instantly.
"Commander, that plan..."
"Execute the order." Zakavi's voice was cold: "Since they want to take back this city, then give them a grave. Bury all the explosives, prepare all the gas bombs. If we're going to die, then let the whole city be buried with us."
"What about the civilians..."
"Civilians?" Zakavi laughed, his smile twisted, his expression extremely grim: "They are Allah's test. If they can die in the jihad, it is their honor. If not... then they are traitors, deserving death."
He looked at his watch.
The time pointed to 6:40.
