1940, August 25, 0:00 a.m., Soviet, Nakhichvan region of southern Azerbaijan.

The horses under their crotches were neighing lowly, treading their hooves restlessly, and on horseback, the Soviet cavalry, at this time, was in high spirits.

"In our south, there is a criminal country that has always been extremely repulsive to our GC doctrine, especially now, in collusion with the Germans, who threaten our Baku oil fields at any moment, and our task now is to enter this country and finally integrate them into our Soviet family!"

A cavalry major general, brandishing his command knife: "Now, I order, the 1st Mountain Cavalry Division to attack!" ”

General Novikov's command knife was pointed forward, and the cavalrymen shouted loudly: "Long live the Soviets!" Then they put their legs between their horses, and the horses received the order and began to rejoice excitedly on the hillside.

In front, there is a not very wide Arras River.

Antonov sat on the back of his horse, and under his crotch was a snow-white war horse, full of fodder, and now was the most energetic time, the horse's hooves stepped into the river, and after a brief probing, he continued to gallop without hesitation.

On Antonov's back, he carried an ordinary Monasingan rifle, and his body was galloping with the horses, a feeling that made every cavalryman very intoxicated.

A large force was advancing, horses and horses crossed the river, and among them, there were also some machine-gun carriages, two horses dragging a Maxim heavy machine gun, two machine gunners, and two coachmen, forming a combat group.

The whole army was galloping at high speed, and this kind of action even had a sense of beauty, the rhythm of the horses was unified, and only the sound of praise and praise was heard.

Novikov was also in high spirits, and now his troops will be the first to cross the border and protect the fruits of Soviet victory!

He also believed that his troops would once again make a contribution, because in this case, only his troops would be the most suitable.

Mountain Cavalry Division.

When the Soviets were founded, the cavalry made great achievements, and many of the Soviet generals, even the famous general Zhukov, were born in the cavalry, and this ancient branch of the army was not small in the Soviet army.

If on the plains, the cavalry division could not defeat the tanks, then, in the mountains, it was definitely the world of cavalry.

The roads are narrow and impassable for cars, but the cavalry can easily traverse, they are highly mobile, they are always where they are needed, and, unlike mechanized troops, they have little need for logistical supplies.

War horses after warhorses, crossing the border and entering the territory of Iran!

Ahead, there is the post of the Iranian border guards!

Antonov, riding his war horse, took off the rifle from his back, put it in his hand, and held it flat.

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

If you want to be a qualified cavalryman, you need to be able to shoot on horseback!

Like now.

The Monasingan rifle was supposed to be operated with both hands, but now, Antonov was holding it in one hand, he dragged the gun with his wrist, his fingers hooked the trigger, he barely aimed, relying on his usual intuition, and by the light of the moon, he opened fire.

"Smack!" In the crisp sound of gunfire, the panicked Iranian sentry on the front post appeared in his chest, and blood spurted out of it, which hit the main artery!

The entire outpost was covered with radiating blood, and the Iranian sentry fell weakly, and behind him, in the barracks not far away, the border guards did not get up at all, they were already surrounded by cavalry, so they could only raise their hands!

This was just a small episode, the Soviet cavalry did not make any too many stops, they continued to gallop on horseback, and in front of their charge, it was the small Iranian border town of Maku!

At this time, the sky was not yet light, and the residents of the small town were asleep.

Thousands of war horses trampled on the ground together, and as they ran, the ground trembled, and the sleeping residents of the small city were also awakened.

"Wow, wow." In a private house, a newborn child began to cry, and then the mother lit an oil lamp.

"Dad, there seems to be movement outside!" The woman said as she coaxed the child.

The man, who had been tired all day, slept soundly, was woken up by a woman, and was a little unwilling, but after a while, he sat up with a bone.

Outside, there is indeed movement, this kind of movement, it's terrible!

"Whew!" He extinguished the oil lamp, quietly opened the window, and looked out of the wooden fence outside the house, only to see a large number of cavalry in the distant street, and their image was so terrifying. Their uniforms can be seen clearly.

"It's the cavalry of the Soviet Union!" The man said: "The Soviets, invaded us!" At this point, he was fully awake and was about to get dressed.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go to the Ministry of Armed Forces, I'm going to defend our homeland!" The man said.

The woman grabbed him stiffly: "Don't make trouble! You have to take care of us two! And, you don't know how many Soviets came? Are there any Soviet moles 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, and in his daze, he heard shouts outside: "Welcome to the Soviet troops, welcome to our loved ones!" ”

Pulling the throat of the broken rooster, shouting there, hearing this voice, the man clenched his fist tightly!

Labadi! The city's famous ruffian scoundrels! didn't seek a proper job all day long, and even molested a man's wife, but was beaten up by a man.

When society changes, some scum at the bottom of the society will float up!

In his heart, the man secretly thought that tomorrow, he would take the whole family to Tabriz to join his relatives!

It's just that he doesn't know that the current Tabriz has also been poisoned by the war.

Northern Azerbaijan, air base.

One bomber after another is methodically preparing for takeoff.

Most of these bombers were twin-engine SB-2 bombers, which had already shown a high degree of reliability in the Spanish theater and were the backbone of the Soviet air force.

At the same time, there are several big guys with four engines. The baby in the Soviet bomber unit, the Pe-8 bomber!