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The northern Carthians concentrated a whole brigade and all their artillery and helicopters on a mere 5 kilometers of front, bringing down this power on one single pass and two mountain slopes. In the morning, at first light, literally all types of weapons available to the attackers hit these two ill-fated mountains. It seemed that they would raze these mountains to the ground. The roar had been standing for several hours, the gorge, which was the gateway to the mountain range, was drowned in dust, smoke and incessant flashes from explosions of bombs, mines, and shells. The brigade stood, as in the Middle Ages, in close formation, accumulated in a solid mass of iron on a small patch and rumbled, puffed with fire. Anti-aircraft guns were drilled into impenetrable smoke, as if pants were being torn, machine guns chirped. The tanks stood in rows, shrouded in clouds of dust, loudly gasped with quick frequent volleys, the infantry flooded all the thickets of bushes and low forest plantatio