#1004 Soviet Invasion (Plus 1)

1940, August 25, 00:00, the Soviet Union, Nakhchivan region in southern Azerbaijan.

The warhorse under the crotch was neighing lowly, stepping on its own hooves uneasily. On the horseback, the Soviet cavalry was in high spirits at this time.

"In our south, there is a sinful country that has always been incomparably excluded from our gcism, especially now that they are colluding with the Germans and threaten our Baku oil fields at any time, our mission now , is to enter this country and let them finally integrate into our Soviet family!"

A cavalry major general, waving his command knife: "Now, I order the 1st 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 tucked between their horses, the horses got the order and began to cheer on the hillside excitedly.

In front, is a not very wide Arras River.

Antonov was sitting on the back of his horse. Under his crotch was a snow-white war horse. He was full of forage. Now was the most energetic time. He continued to run without hesitation.

Antonov carried an ordinary Monashingan rifle on his back. His body was galloping along with the horses. This feeling made every cavalryman intoxicated.

The large troop is advancing, one horse after another, crossing the river, among them, there are also some machine gun carriages, two horses dragging a Maxim heavy machine gun, two machine gunners, and two coachmen. , forming a combat team.

The entire troop is running at high speed. This action even has a sense of beauty. The rhythm of the horses is unified, and only the sound of boasting is heard.

Novikov is also in high spirits. 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 make a contribution, because in this case, only his troops are the most suitable.

Mountain cavalry division.

When the Soviet was founded, the cavalry made great achievements. Many of the Soviet generals, even the famous general Zhukov, were born in the cavalry. This ancient military service was not small in the Soviet army.

If it is said that on the plains, the cavalry division cannot beat the tanks, then, in the mountains, it is definitely the world of the cavalry.

The roads are narrow and cars cannot pass, but the cavalry can easily pass through, with high mobility, they can appear where they are needed at any time, and, unlike mechanized troops, they have very little need for logistical supplies.

One horse after another, crossed the border and entered the territory of Iran!

In front, is the outpost of the Iranian border guards!

Antonov rode his warhorse, and while running, he took the rifle off his back, put it on his hand, and held it up.

If you just ride a horse to maneuver, or dismount to fight, then it is not called cavalry, it is called mounted infantry.

If you want to become a qualified cavalry, you can shoot on horseback!

Like now.

The Monashingan rifle was originally meant to be operated with two hands, but now, Antonov is holding it with one hand. He drags the gun with his wrist, pulls the trigger with his fingers, and hardly aims at it, relying on his usual instincts. By moonlight, he opened fire.

"Crack!" In the crisp sound of gunfire, the panicked Iranian sentry on the front post had a blood hole in his chest, and blood spurted out from it, which hit the aorta!

There was blood radiating outward from the entire post, and 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. You can only raise your hands!

This is just a small episode. The Soviet cavalry did not make any stops. They continued to gallop on their horses. In front of their charge was the small Iranian border town of Maku!

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. As they ran, the ground was shaking, and the sleeping residents in the small town were also awakened.

"Wow, wow." In a private house, a newborn child cried, and then the mother lit the oil lamp.

"His father, there seems to be movement outside!" The woman said while coaxing the child.

A man who had been working hard all day, slept soundly and was awakened by a woman, and was a little reluctant, but after a while, he sat up straight.

There is indeed movement outside, this movement is terrible!

"Huh!" He turned off the oil lamp, quietly opened the window, and looked out along the wooden fence outside the house. He saw a large number of cavalry soldiers appearing on the street in the distance. Their images were so terrifying. Their uniforms can be seen clearly.

"It's the Soviet cavalry!" The man said, "The Soviets invaded us!" At this point, he was completely awake and was about to go down to the ground to get dressed.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go to the Armed Forces, I want to defend our homeland!" said the man.

The woman held him firmly: "Don't make trouble! You have to take care of our mothers! Besides, you don't know how many Soviets are here? Are there any Soviet traitors here?"

The man didn't go out. He looked at his wife and children and had to go back to sleep.

Of course he couldn't sleep either, and just in a daze, he heard shouts from outside: "Welcome to the Soviet army, welcome to our relatives!"

Pulling the broken cock's throat and shouting there, the man clenched his fist tightly when he heard this voice!

Labadi! The famous local gangster in the city! He did not seek a proper job all day, and even molested the man's wife, and was beaten severely 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 the whole family and go to Tabriz to join relatives!

However, he did not know that the current Tabriz was also poisoned by the war.

Northern Azerbaijan, air base.

One after another bombers are preparing for takeoff in an orderly manner.

Most of these bombers were twin-engine SB-2 bombers, which had shown a high degree of reliability in the Spanish battlefield and were the backbone of the Soviet Air Force.

At the same time, there are a few big guys with four engines. The darling of the Soviet bomber force, the Pe-8 bomber!