"The actual combat of the past few months has shown that the invincible Iranian warriors, under the guidance of the great True ~~ Lord, have beaten the infidels who invaded us to the cold, although they have received the assistance of some evil forces and are still alive, but we have reason to believe that relying on the courage and wisdom given to us by Allah, we will definitely scratch the attackers in the face, make them regret it, and the victory will belong to Iran, and it will belong to the revolution~~life of Yi~~Si~~Lan"

Khomeini's image on television is extremely tall and majestic, and his sonorous and powerful speech is even more inspiring, which is enough to make the enthusiastic Iranian young people listen to it and go forward without hesitation, and at this moment, Lieutenant General Jarad's eldest son Rafsanjani is like this.

I saw that he was wrapped in a black turban on his head, looking at the resolute and resolute image of Khomeini on TV with a reverent face, and his face was just twenty years old, with a young but extremely adoring look, when Khomeini talked about the passionate and progressive place, Rafsanjani felt that the blood was surging, and there was nowhere to release it, so he couldn't help but get up from the ground and sang the slogans of the Yi~~Si~~Lan revolution taught by the mullahs in the school

"Enough!"

Just when Rafsanjani was roaring excitedly, an abrupt angry rebuke suddenly made Rafsanjani's excited expression suddenly stopped, and then looked at his father who didn't know when he appeared at the door, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, but more of a fearful for no reason:

"Daddy, Daddy"

"Told you to go to bed after the evening class, why are you still watching these things?"

Without waiting for Rafsanjani to finish. Jarrad interrupted his son, then went to the television and turned off Khomeini's speech, which had been on the loop. Rafsanjani was a little frightened when he came to see his father's arrival, like a frightened fawn, a little overwhelmed.

But when Jarrad turned off the TV, a trace of chagrin appeared on the face of the somewhat timid young man, and he did not know where he got the courage, and said timidly to his father, who had always been afraid:

"Dad, I'm listening to the leader!"

"Teaching?" he listened to his son. The corners of Lieutenant General Jarrad's mouth twitched, and a subtle trace of annoyance flashed in his usually calm eyes. looked coldly at this son whom he had been taking great care of, and asked in a deep voice:

"What teachings?"

Rafsanjani didn't see anything unusual about Jarad, but felt that his father was much gentler today, yes. It's a lot milder. Since he was dismissed from his job and returned home a few months ago, his father's mood has never been better, and his already serious face is more like being shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, which seems more gloomy and dignified.

For this reason, Rafsanjani did not understand why his father had to propose an armistice and peace in front of the supreme leader. Wouldn't it be good to strangle the infidels in a cage completely? Even with the cousin I have always liked. Khatami, who lives in the apartment building next door, asks questions to him, which makes him very distressed.

Therefore, Rafsanjani wanted to persuade his father, but these days, either out of fear or for the reason of the occasion, Rafsanjani did not find a suitable opportunity, and now, in the dead of night, under the gentleness of his father and the courage of his own blood, Rafsanjani was finally ready to try, and his slightly bent body straightened up, and his fanatical gaze met Jarrad's slightly stunned eyes:

"War, war to exterminate the infidels, what a valiant general you used to be, but why are you now a pacifist? Where are the ideals you held to before? Do you really want to watch the infidels grow more and more rampant and indifferent?"

As soon as Rafsanjani's words fell, Lieutenant General Jarad was slightly stunned, he did not expect that his cowardly son in the past would dare to have such courage, if it was in peacetime, he might feel relieved, and even encouraged, but today, he will not let his son have any, even the slightest impulse to yearn for war, so he raised his eyebrows and reprimanded sharply:

"It's because I empathize with me that I don't want the war to go on like this!"

Rafsanjani was scolded by Jarad like this, and the courage he had just mustered suddenly disappeared without a trace, his eyes were in a trance, and he looked at his father timidly, Jarad saw this, and his heart couldn't help but soften, looking at this son who had been protected by himself and never let him enlist on the battlefield, his eyes couldn't help but show a little relief, and then his tone eased slightly, patted Ralphsanjani's shoulder and continued:

"War is not based on blood, it is cruel, even the true ~~ Lord can't bear to look at it directly"

Lieutenant General Jarad is right, he can be said to empathize with the war, once upon a time, he was even more determined than his own son, when he was the commander-in-chief of the southern cluster of Iran, he dealt a great blow to Iraq, and even fought all the way to the city of Basra, even if he was besieged, he did not give up, tried his best to break through the siege, and finally with the cooperation of the Iranian strategic reserve, most of the officers and soldiers of the southern cluster were rescued.

However, it was precisely this difficult and vicious battle that made him see countless young Iranians the same age as his son, who died on the battlefield one after another, some of whom left their names, but most of them did not even know what to call them, and many mothers who had lost their sons, wives who had lost their husbands, and children who had lost their fathers were crying and grieving.

The originally thriving homeland and prosperous economy are also rapidly withering and decaying, so that this enlightened general who fought on the battlefield can't help but think deeply, what is this endless war for, for this reason, he thought for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that the war must be stopped, becoming a rare general in the Iranian army, and constantly making statements to the most ~ high ~ collar ~ sleeve to end the necessity of the war!

In such a situation, it is bound to be very inconsistent with the concept of the powerful main battle faction led by Khomeini. However, after all, Jarrad is a front-line commander with outstanding achievements, not to mention that he is not the kind of person who advocates peace unconditionally, therefore. Intra-Iran is more tolerant of Jarald.

It was only a matter of suspending his promotion and moving him from the position of commander-in-chief of the Southern Cluster to an inconsequential post in Tehran as a punishment, but this did not make the stubborn Jarad abandon his own ideals, always believing that a decent end to the war was the most fundamental solution in the case of superiority

"Is it because of cruelty? Are you advocating reconciliation with the infidels?" Rafsanjani scratched his head and looked at his father with some bewilderment.

"It's not about reconciliation, it's about striking some kind of balance. With our absolute superiority, a decent balance has been reached, Iran has shed too much blood, and it is time to stop it!" Jarad responded gently.

"If Iraq has the upper hand. What to do?"

"They?" said Jarrad sneered. Then he shook his head noncommittally: "It is impossible for them, at least not for now, to know that the battle of Khoram Shahr is enough for them to remember for a lifetime."

"Whoosh~~~Whoosh~~~~"

Lieutenant General Jarrad had just said this, when a piercing roar suddenly came from the silent night sky, and Jarrad, who was experienced in the battlefield, heard this voice, and his heart suddenly sank, and he shouted at his son:

"Hide"

"What's wrong? There's no air raid siren, oh my God, what's that? Is it a fire coming from the sky?"

Rafsanjani was somewhat reluctant and wanted to defend himself. Because he really couldn't stand the disgusting smell of the bomb shelter, but at this moment, a few bright lights suddenly flashed outside the window, and swept the dark night sky with an extremely graceful parabola, making Tehran, which had fallen into darkness, glow with a mysterious and gloomy light again, and then smashed into the residential area not far away with a terrible roar

"Boom~~Boom~~~"

A deafening explosion was heard quickly, and the bright light from the huge fireball had already reflected half of Rafsanjani's face, and the floor under his feet began to shake violently, but his whole body was panicked, and he cried out:

"What's wrong with Dad? Did we get an airstrike?"

"No! It's a missile, the Iraqis are far ~~ Cheng ~~ Guide ~~ The bomb is fast, lie down quickly"

Jarrad responded urgently, but at this moment, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes, Jarrad felt bad in his heart, so he hurriedly pulled his son, trying to knock him down, in this moment of lightning, Jarard only felt a roar in his ears, and then was shaken away by a huge force, at this moment, he seemed to hear his son's cry and scream, and wanted to confirm, but his eyes were dark, and he no longer felt anything

"Xin~~Hua~~ News Agency, June 5, 1983, at about 1 a.m. local time on the 4th, Iraq used long-range surface-to-surface missiles to launch an attack on Tehran, the capital of Iran, resulting in a total of 106 Iranian deaths and 425 injuries"

Only a few hours later, Lu Jiadong, who was attending a seminar on weapons and equipment in Bei~~Beijing, read the news that shocked the world from the latest publication of the ~~Min~~Day~~ newspaper, and couldn't help but put down the newspaper, sighed deeply, and said to Guo Qingshan, director of the General Staff Armament Department beside him:

"Chief, it seems that the war between Iran and Iraq has escalated again!"

"En!" Guo Qingshan nodded: "Missile attack on the city, this word is quite fresh, how about it? Xiao Lu, do you think we can handle it?"

"It depends on whether the Iranian side gives us room to show."

"Chief, the high-level has just turned over!" As soon as Lu Jiadong's voice fell, a communications officer hurriedly walked in and handed Guo Qingshan a document, Guo Qingshan opened it and looked at it, and his serious face suddenly smiled:

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive, the Iranians are coming" (to be continued.) )

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