"Allah, let me get out of this hell"

"As long as I can live, I am willing to give everything"

"Mom, I really don't want to die"

The Iraqi tankers trapped in the minefield kept praying, but in response to them were the sound of artillery from the Iranian mixed armored battalion one after another, and the Iraqi T-72 tanks that were stuck in the minefield and could not move, just like the targets set up in the shooting range, were called one after another by the new tanks and the 59 "Jaguar" tanks that were wandering back and forth from outside the minefield, and more than a dozen fireballs accompanied by hideous black smoke rose in the depths of the desert

"Bastards, shit, a bunch of brainless idiots!"

Seeing this scene, Petrov was so angry that he smashed the high-powered telescope in his hand into the sand, and his sharp and angry roar shook the Iraqi officers around him:

"Why should the enemy hesitate to release the smoke screen? What are the accompanying sappers eating? And what about the minelayers hidden by Iran on the flanks? Why didn't the prior intelligence reconnaissance find it?"

Seven or eight Iraqi field commanders and senior staff officers looked at each other with a look at each other, and then invariably chose to remain silent collectively, which made Petrov, who was already angry, even more angry, and he wanted to directly pull out all the Iraqi officers in front of him and shoot them.

However, he also knows that no matter how powerful the Iraqi Republican Guard is, it cannot be compared with the elite of the Soviet~United~Red~ Army. It is already a miracle that they were able to initially complete the "left hook" combat operation, and it is simply impossible to expect them to have more in-depth coordination and more perfect performance.

It's just that the performance of the Iranian mixed armored battalion, which is opposed to it, is too dazzling, leaving aside the difference in performance between tanks. Its tactics are properly applied, the arms cooperate tacitly, and the organization and coordination are rapid, even the ace in the elite of the Soviet Union ~ Red ~ Red ~ Army - the Guards are nothing more than that, in contrast, the Iraqi Republican Guard that he trained single-handedly is in terms of tactics and arms coordination. It's just a primary school student who hasn't graduated yet, and it's not even as good as scum.

This made Major General Petrov, who has always had a lot of self-esteem, simply unacceptable, knowing in his eyes. The quality of the Iranian army is not as good as that of Iraq, and in addition to using religion to brainwash others and launch suicidal crowd tactics, its tactical capabilities have not even reached the level of kindergarten.

But the tactics of the Iranian mixed armored battalion. But it completely subverted the previous view. In particular, the effective suppression of the Iranian tank cluster made Petrov feel very faceless in front of everyone, just like a teacher with carefully trained students, making a fool of himself in public, it is true that there are places where students are not angry, but more ridicule and accusations will be concentrated on the teacher, so that Petrov, the "teacher" of the Iraqi Republican Guard, has a feeling of being slapped in public

There is nowhere to vent. Petrov could only pour out his anger on those "students" who were not angry, but fortunately Petrov was not the kind of Soviet general with an extremely short temper, comparable to a polar bear. What's more, he knew very well in his heart what the most important thing was at the moment, so after the sullenness in his heart was vented, he waved his hand and blasted away all the Iraqi officers in front of him like flies:

"Get out~~Get out of here~~~ If you don't fight well in the future, you will all have to go to court-martial"

When the Iraqi officers heard Petrov's words, they all disappeared without a trace as if they had been pardoned and the soles of their feet were anointed with oil, and at this moment, Adjutant Popov came over with a war briefing, looked at Major General Petrov with a solemn face, and reported in a deep tone:

"General, so far we have lost a total of 58 tanks, personnel"

"Enough!" Popov was halfway through his words when he was interrupted by a furious Petrov, and then said coldly:

"Don't tell me about the inconsequential casualty figures, just tell me how long it will take for Cluster B to get to the designated location?"

"This"

Petrov's cold and ruthless words made Popov flutter slightly, but in a blink of an eye he came back to his senses, because he also knew that the Soviet generals did not hesitate to pay any price to achieve their goals, and Major General Petrov has well inherited the so-called truth of "one will make ten thousand bones dry", as long as he can achieve victory, even if he sacrifices the lives of the Soviet Red Army, not to mention those Iraqis who are not even cannon fodder

"They arrived at the designated place ten minutes early!" Popov, who put aside his apprehensions, replied simply and firmly, Petrov nodded with satisfaction, and then drew two lines on the military map with his fingers, and the sharp essence flashed again in the extension:

"Order the reserve 'Baghdad' armored regiment to attack from the right flank!"

"Reserves?" Hearing this order, Popov couldn't help but be taken aback: "General, the enemy's combat effectiveness has not been weakened, is it not at this time to put in reserves?"

After a few rounds of short and fierce fighting, the Iranian mixed armored battalion did not suffer much damage at all, except for a few Mogai 59 "Jaguar" tanks that suffered heavy losses, and the eight new tanks as the main force were intact.

"The surface is not weakened, but the magazine inside their tank is about to bottom out!"

"Magazine?"

"That's right!" Petrov smiled coldly, and a strange chill was projected in his eyes: "It's a magazine! How long can an unsupplied army be able to support itself with its own ammunition carrying? The tactics just now are good, but the consumption of ammunition is really a lot. With a few more offensives like the previous ones, how long do you think this Iranian armored battalion will last?

"So, let's keep fighting like this. I don't think it will last long!"

The same words were also said in Zhou Hao's mouth, Petrov deserved to be the leader of the Soviet Union ~ Red ~ Army, he was right, after continuous operations, the ammunition of the Iranian mixed armored battalion has been exhausted, especially the eight new tanks in the original reserve ammunition is not much.

And after the attrition of the night battle of Khorramshahr three days ago, as well as the inferior artillery skills of the Iranian tankmen, several fierce battles have been carried out. Most of the new tanks have dropped to a dozen rounds of ammunition, and even a few vehicles have reached single digits, while the Iraqi armored cluster on the opposite side is once again ready to move.

It was only then that Zhou Hao understood the power of the Soviet Union's large-scale tank cluster operations. Faced with an sheer number of crushing and endless attacks. Even if it was a tiger descending from the mountain, it had to be bitten to death by the endless pack of wolves, so Zhou Hao, who knew that he was irresistible, had to ask for help from the rear by radio:

"Looking at the current enemy movements, we estimate that we can only resist one more attack at most, so we urgently need support, otherwise"

"Half an hour away from the allotted time!"

didn't wait for Zhou Hao to finish speaking. Qian Aimin's unquestionable answer came over the radio, but compared to his cold one on the intercom. Qian Aimin's heart is like a knife, and Qian Aimin, who has been paying attention to battlefield trends through the radio, is actually very aware of the difficulties faced by Iran's mixed armored battalions.

To tell the truth, if it was in normal times, he would have let them tear it down and repair it without hesitation, but now in the face of the desperate situation on all sides, once there is a slight mistake, not only will all the previous efforts be in vain, but also the tragic scene of the destruction of the city, and the political, military, and diplomatic consequences will be incalculable, because of this, although he is very uncomfortable in his heart, he still issued an extremely strict and decisive order:

"I don't care what method you use, it doesn't make sense to hold on for another half an hour, oh you wait"

"Zhou Hao, where is the spirit of your life in Vietnam? The fierce and vicious Vietnamese monkeys are not afraid, why did the camel in iron scare you?"

When the familiar voice on the radio poured into Zhou Hao's ears, Zhou Hao's spirit couldn't help but lift, because he knew that it was no one else who was talking to him, it was Lu Jiadong:

"You know, you used to be a sharpshooter, and after you went to the armored corps, I heard that you were also a well-known sharpshooter, back then you could kill a monkey with every bullet, and now can you break a camel with every shell?"

was provoked by Lu Jiadong's words, and the long-lost blood in Zhou Hao's veins suddenly surged, and he shouted loudly without hesitation:

"Yes!"

"Repeat!"

"Back then, every bullet could destroy a monkey, and now every shell can break a camel!" After speaking, Zhou Hao put down the radio, then turned his head away, and ordered Ahmadinejad categorically:

"Ready to fight"

When Zhou Hao's unhesitating voice and the rumbling roar of the tank came from the radio, Lu Jiadong also put down the intercom in his hand, then looked at Qian Aimin opposite, and said with rare seriousness:

"Zhou Hao is able to hold back the enemy, it's up to Liao Shaoqing below"

"Don't worry, Jiadong, this kid still has some skills"

At the same time, Liao Shaoqing, who was sitting in an artillery radar bin in a shelter department in Khoram Shahr City, stared closely at the wave of armored clusters on the screen that were approaching from the southwest flank, and couldn't help but smile coldly on his face:

"Just waiting for you to bite the hook" (To be continued.) )

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