Chapter 1002: Soviet invasion

1940, at midnight on August 25th, Soviet, Nakhchivan region, southern Azerbaijan.
The horses under the hips were making a low neigh, treading on their hooves restlessly, and on the horseback, the Soviet cavalry was morale high.
"In our south, there is a sinful country. This country has always rejected our gcism extremely. Especially now, they collude with the Germans and threaten our Baku oil fields at any time. Our current mission , Is to enter this country and let them finally integrate into our Soviet family!"
A major cavalry general, brandishing his command knife: "Now, I order the first mountain cavalry division to attack!"
General Novikov's command knife pointed forward, and the cavalry shouted loudly: "Long live the Soviets!" Then, with their legs clamped on their horses, the horses received the order and began to scatter excitedly on the hillside.
In front, there is a not very wide Arras River.
Antonov sat on his horse's back. Under his hip was a snow-white war horse. He was full of fodder. Now it was the most energetic time. The horse's hoof stepped on the river, and he simply tested it. Without hesitation, he continued to fly.
On Antonov's back, he was carrying an ordinary Monashingan rifle. His body was galloping with the horses. This feeling made every cavalry intoxicated.
A large force was advancing, one by one horses, crossing the river, among them, there were some machine gun carriages, two horses dragging a Maxim heavy machine gun, two machine gunners, two coachmen. , Formed a combat team.
The entire army was galloping at high speed. This kind of action even had a sense of beauty. The rhythms of the horses were unified, and only exaggerated sounds were heard.
Novikov is also very interested. Now, his troops will be the first to cross the border to protect the fruits of Soviet victory!
He also believes that his troops will once again give credit, because in this case, only his troops are the most suitable.
Mountain Cavalry Division.
When the Soviet was founded, the cavalry made great military exploits. Many Soviet generals, even the famous general Zhukov, were born in cavalry. This ancient class of arms is not small in the Soviet army.
If the cavalry division cannot beat tanks on the plains, then in the mountains, it is definitely the world of cavalry.
The roads are narrow, no cars can pass, but the cavalry can cross easily, with high mobility, and will appear where needed at any time. Moreover, unlike mechanized troops, their demand for logistical supplies is very small.
Horses of war crossed the border and entered Iranian territory!
In front is the outpost of the Iranian border guards!
Antonov was riding his horse, and while running, he took the rifle on his back, put it in his hand, and held it flat.
If you are only riding a war horse, or dismounting to fight, it is not called a cavalry, it is called a horse infantry.
If you want to be a qualified cavalry, you can shoot on horseback!
Like now.
The Monasingan rifle was originally operated with two hands, but now, Antonov is holding it with one hand. He drags the gun with his wrist and pulls the trigger with his finger. He barely aims at it, relying on his usual intuition. By the moonlight, he opened fire.
"Pop!" In the crisp gunshots, the panicked Iranian sentry at the front post had a blood hole in his chest, and blood spurted out of it, which hit the aorta!
There was blood radiating outwards throughout the sentry post. The Iranian sentry fell weakly. Behind him, in the barracks not far away, the border guards did not get up at all and were surrounded by cavalry regiments. So they I can only raise my hands!
This is just a small episode. The Soviet cavalry did not make too many stops. They continued to gallop. In front of their charge, it was the small city of Marko on the border of Iran!
At this time, the sky was still dark, and the residents of the small town were all asleep.
Thousands of war horses stepped on the ground together, and as they ran, the ground was trembling, and the sleeping residents in the small town were also awakened.
"Wow, wow." In a private house, a newly born child cried, and then his mother lit an oil lamp.
"Baby, there seems to be movement outside!" The woman said while coaxing the child.
The man who had been tired for the whole day slept soundly and was awakened by the woman. He was still a little unwilling, but after a while, he sat up.
There is indeed movement outside, this kind of movement is terrible!
"Huh!" He extinguished the oil lamp, quietly opened the window, and looked along the wooden fence outside the house. Only a large number of cavalry appeared on the street in the distance. Their image was so terrifying~www. EbookFREE.me~ Their uniforms can be seen clearly.
"It's the Soviet cavalry!" The man said: "The Soviets, invaded us!" At this time, he was fully awake, and he was about to get dressed.
"What are you going to do?"
"Go to the Armed Forces Department, I want to defend our home!" the man said.
The woman held him tightly: "Don't make trouble! You have to take care of our mothers! And, you don't know how many Soviets have come? Are there any Soviet rapes here?"
The man did not go out, he looked at his wife and children, and had to go back to sleep.
Of course he couldn't sleep either. Just in a daze, he heard a shout outside: "Welcome the Soviet army, welcome our relatives!"
Pulling the rooster's voice, shouting there, when he heard this voice, the man clenched his fist tightly!
Labadi! The famous rogue rascal in the city! He didn't seek a proper job all day, and even molested the man's wife, and was beaten up by the man.
When society changes, some scum from the bottom of society will float up!
In his heart, the man secretly thought that tomorrow, he will take his whole family and children to Tabriz to join relatives!
However, he didn't know that Tabriz had also been poisoned by the war.
Air base in northern Azerbaijan.
The bombers are preparing for takeoff in an orderly manner.
Most of these bombers are dual-engine SB-2 bombers. In the Spanish battlefield, this bomber has demonstrated a high degree of reliability and is the backbone of the Soviet air force.
At the same time, there are a few big guys with four engines. The baby of the Soviet bomber force, the Pe-8 bomber! ()
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