Chapter 1052 Blood Castle

"Rumble..." There was a sound of an engine on the river, and soon, a motorboat docked. From the motorboat, several people carried the body up, and it was another!

It was really fun last night. These Soviet people jumped from the sky and jumped directly into the river. They were entangled in paracords and soon drowned. Now, the corpses fished out are all caught in the river water. The ones that were soaked up, and many of them went far downstream.

Standing on the shore, the commander of the cavalry division, Tchaikov, was also constantly sighing in his heart. Under the command of the Germans, the Soviets were just as mentally retarded and kept running into their own traps. This kind of battle was really enjoyable. what!

He looked at the dozens of Soviet prisoners behind, all with their heads lowered, looking in a state of embarrassment. In particular, among these people, there was also a brigade commander who was shot. From the wound on his arm, blood was still flowing out, making him even weaker.

"We have already cleaned the battlefield. Now, leave 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 see." Tchaikov With that said, 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 Soviet attack was too violent!" said an Iranian general in a basement in the city.

"Boom!" At this moment, a huge explosion sounded outside, a shell fell near them, and the roof of the basement continued to drop dust.

Model didn't seem to hear anything, and he was still in command: "Area No. 3, send another company up, withstand the gap, and wait for reinforcements from the anti-tank team!"

"What are the troops in Area 7 doing? How could they allow the Soviets to break through their positions and interspersed in the middle? Order them, at all costs, to block the back of the intervening enemies, and kill all these enemies. Eat it!"

"But the buildings in the No. 7 area have been razed, and there is no suitable shelter at all, and the anti-tank team cannot rely on it."

"Isn't there a sewer? Drill through the sewer!" Model's words were cold.

As the main battlefield, Qazvin is like a meat grinder, devouring the lives of soldiers on both sides all the time.

Countless Iranian troops were mobilized from behind, entered Qazvin, and were ruthlessly consumed, while the German army, mainly as their grassroots commander, was often a German with an Iranian infantry platoon. command them to fight.

Combat is brutal.

The victory in Tehran can no longer give them much encouragement, and the current Iranian generals are worried about something.

"When will this war of attrition end? Now, Qazvin has turned into a blood city." Finally, an Iranian officer complained of his own.

Hearing this, Model turned his head and looked at the Iranian general with cold eyes.

When he was stared at by Model's eyes, the Iranian general felt a chill on his back. At this moment, he almost urinated.

This lieutenant general from Germany is one of a kind. What he said just now is enough to shake the hearts of the army. The German lieutenant general collapsed himself on the spot, and he has nowhere to complain.

"Zaif, you are right, Qazvin 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. Jingguang, are you all afraid?"

Model's voice was not high, but it caused a burst of shame in the hearts of the Iranians present.

This war has nothing 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 stayed on the front line where the war was raging. Command in comfort in Tehran.

Germans are not afraid, how can they be afraid!

"Not afraid, of course not!" Zaif replied immediately.

"Okay, now I order you to be the captain of the commando. Tonight, lead a battalion and retake the lost positions. I will equip you with twenty recoilless guns!"

"Yes!" Zaif saluted immediately and accepted the order. He knew that this was the punishment for the person in front of him who had just complained. 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 in an upright manner on the battlefield.

"Everyone must have faith. We are persevering, and the Soviets on the opposite side are also persevering. Moreover, the casualties of the Soviets are no less than ours. As long as we can persevere, the Soviets will eventually fail!" Model continued.

Hearing this sentence, Zaif's body was shocked. He finally knew that he was wrong. He was not afraid of death. What he lacked was faith. This is the difference between his own army and the Germans!

The belief of sure victory is indispensable to an army!

"How long will this kind of battle go on!" Almost at the same time, complaints from the opposite Soviet headquarters also came out.

Street fighting is the most depressing. Both sides are red-eyed, and the entire venue is turned into rubble. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. As a result, the next morning, the other side actually continued to fire on the rubble pile.

This kind of battle is really too hot, and there is no need for it.

Varisiev smoked 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 advancing gradually!

Thinking of the artillery regiment, he also thought of the person who must never miss a mistake, and his head became even more headache. In the entire command, I am afraid that he is the person who least expects this war to end. He has been on the front line, and he can still feel at ease. Some, go back, who knows what awaits you in Moscow!

"Everyone, don't complain!" At this moment, General Novikov walked in from the outside, with a very serious expression on his face: "The order from Moscow has come down, requiring us to do whatever it takes, within twenty-four hours. Inside, end the battle of Qazvin!"

At all costs, within twenty-four hours? Everyone present was stunned, what does this mean? Let them use the lives of soldiers to pave the way, not afraid of any sacrifice, and keep attacking the past!

How many people will die in this damn Qazvin city?

Varisiev knew in his heart that when the airborne troops failed to raid Tehran, Moscow must have gone mad to issue such a terrible order!