Chapter 1050: Blood city

"Rumble..." There was a sound of engines on the river. Soon, a motorboat came to the shore. From the motorboat, several people carried the body up, and it was another!
It was really enjoyable last night. These Soviets jumped from the sky and jumped directly into the river. They were entangled with parachute ropes and drowned soon. Now, the bodies that were retrieved are all caught in the river. It was soaked, and many of them went far downstream.
Standing on the shore, the cavalry commander Tchaikov also sighed in his heart constantly. Under the command of the Germans, the Soviets were as mentally retarded and kept hitting their own traps. This kind of battle was really enjoyable. what!
He looked at the dozens of Soviet prisoners behind, all of them bowed their heads and looked embarrassed. Especially, among these people, there was a brigade commander who was shot. The wound on the arm, blood was still flowing out, and it seemed even weaker.
"We have all cleaned the battlefield. Now, let's hand over the rest to the local troops. We have to go back to Tehran. I heard that the Soviet embassy in Tehran is facing off at this time. Let's go and take a look." With that, he gathered his troops and prepared to return to Tehran.
The river is still flowing, day after day, and people on the earth have new stories happening every day.
Qazvin.
"Today, the Soviets attacked too fiercely!" said an Iranian general in a basement in the city.
"Boom!" At this moment, there was a huge explosion outside, and a shell fell near them, and dust was continuously falling down on the roof of the basement.
As if he hadn't heard anything, Mordel was still commanding: "Area 3, send another company up to withstand the gap, and wait for reinforcements from the anti-tank team!"
"What did the troops in the No. 7 area do? How could they allow the Soviets to break through their positions and intersperse them in the middle? Order them, at all costs, to block the intervening enemies from the back and block all these enemies. Eat it!"
"But the buildings in the No. 7 area have been razed, and there is no suitable shelter. The anti-tank team cannot be trusted."
"Isn't there still a sewer? Go through the sewer!" Mordel said coldly.
As the main battlefield, Qazvin here is like a meat grinder, devouring the lives of soldiers on both sides all the time.
Numerous Iranian troops were mobilized from behind, entered Qazvin, and then was ruthlessly consumed. The German army, mainly as their grassroots commander, was often a German with an Iranian infantry in the platoon. Command them to fight.
The fight is cruel.
The victory of Tehran can no longer give them much encouragement. The current Iranian generals are worried about something.
"When should such a war of attrition be fought? Now, Qazvin has become a blood city." Finally, an Iranian officer issued his own complaint.
Hearing this, Mordel turned his head and looked at the Iranian general with cold eyes.
After being stared by Model's eyes, the Iranian general suddenly felt a chill in his back. At this moment, he almost had to pee.
This German lieutenant admiral, that is the same, what he said just now was enough to shake the morale of the military, this German lieutenant general collapsed on the spot here, and he had nowhere to appeal.
"Zayf, you are right. Gazvin has indeed become a blood city, but now, we need to rely on the fearless spirit of our soldiers to continue fighting. Now, whoever retreats first will lose. Bright, are you all scared?"
Moder's voice was not high, but it made the Iranians present feel ashamed.
This war did not have much to do with the Germans, but they came urgently and turned the whole situation around. Now, they are fighting side by side with the Iranian army. Even this lieutenant general has stayed on the front line of war. Command comfortably in Tehran.
The Germans are not afraid, how can they be afraid!
"Not afraid, of course not!" Zaif replied immediately.
"Well, now I order you to be the captain of the commando team. Tonight, lead a battalion and take back the lost position. I will equip you with twenty recoilless guns!"
"Yes!" Zaif immediately saluted and accepted the order. He knew that this was the punishment for his grievance by the person in front of him. He could not refuse the military order, otherwise he would be shot for violating the military order. It is the fate of every soldier to die on the battlefield upright.
"Everyone must have faith. We are insisting, and the Soviets on the opposite side are also insisting. Moreover, the casualties of the Soviets are no less than ours. As long as we can persist, the Soviets will eventually fail!" Model continued.
Hearing these words, Zaif's body shook suddenly, and he finally knew that he was wrong~EbookFREE.me~ He was not afraid of death, what he lacked was faith. This is the difference between his army and the Germans!
The belief in victory is indispensable to an army!
"When will this kind of battle go on!" Almost at the same time, complaints from the opposite Soviet headquarters also came out.
The street fighting was the most depressing. Both sides blushed and turned the entire field into ruins. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. As a result, the other side unexpectedly continued to open fire on the rubble the next morning.
This kind of battle is really too hot, and there is no need for it.
Varisiyev was smoking a cigarette and did not speak. All of this was also related to the loss of his troops. If his artillery regiment was not lost, he would keep firing and gradually advance!
Thinking of the Artillery Corps, he also thought of the person who must never make mistakes, and his head is even more troublesome. In the entire headquarters, I am afraid that he is the person who does not want this war to end. He has been on the front line and he can still feel at ease. Some, go back, who knows what Moscow is waiting for!
"Everyone, don't complain!" At this moment, General Novikov walked in from the outside with a serious expression on his face: "Moscow's order has come down, asking us to do anything at all costs, within 24 hours. Inside, end Qazvin's battle!"
At all costs, within twenty-four hours? The people present were stunned. What does this mean? Let them use the lives of soldiers to pave the way, not afraid of any sacrifices, and keep attacking the past!
How many people will die in this city of Qazvin?
Varysiev knew in his heart that when the airborne troops failed in their raid on Tehran, Moscow must have gone crazy before issuing such a terrible order! ()
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