"Rumble..."There was a sound of engines on the river, and soon, a motorboat docked, and from the motorboat, several people carried up the body, another one!

Last night was really enjoyable, these Soviets jumped from the sky, and as a result, they jumped directly into the river, they were entangled in the parachute rope, and soon drowned, and now, the bodies fished out were all soaked in the river, and many of them went far downstream.

Standing on the shore, Tchaikov, the commander of the cavalry division, also constantly sighed in his heart, under the command of the Germans, the Soviets were like mentally retarded, constantly hitting their own traps, such a battle, it was really enjoyable!

He looked at the dozens of Soviet prisoners behind him, all of them with their heads bowed, looking embarrassed, especially, among these people, there was also a brigade commander, this brigade commander was shot, the wound on his arm, the blood was still flowing out, and he looked 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 over and have a look." Tchaikov said, gathering his troops and preparing to return to Tehran.

The river is still flowing, day after day, and the people of the earth, every day there is a new story.

Qazvin.

"Today, the Soviets are attacking too fiercely!" In one of the city's basements, an Iranian general said.

"Boom!" At this moment, a loud explosion was heard outside, and a cannonball fell near them, and dust continued to fall down on the roof of the basement.

As if he hadn't heard anything, Moder was still commanding: "Area Three, send another company up, hold the gap, and wait for reinforcements from the anti-tank group!" ”

"What are the troops in Area Seven for? How were they able to allow the Soviets to break through their positions, interspersed in the middle? Order them, at all costs, to block the back roads of the enemies that have penetrated and eat them all! ”

"But the buildings in Area 7 have been razed, and there is no suitable cover at all, and the anti-tank team cannot be relied on."

"Isn't there a sewer? Drill through the sewers! Moder'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 units were brought in from behind, into Qazvin, and then ruthlessly consumed, while the German troops, mainly as their junior commanders, were often a German, with an Iranian infantry platoon, directing them to fight.

The fighting was brutal.

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

"When should such a war of attrition be fought, now, Qazvin has become a city of blood." Finally, an Iranian officer voiced his own complaints.

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

was stared at by Moder's eyes, and suddenly, the Iranian general felt a chill in his back, and at this moment, he almost urinated.

This German lieutenant general, that is true, what he just said is enough to shake the morale of the army, this German lieutenant general collapsed himself on the spot here, and he has nowhere to appeal.

"Zaif, you are right, Qazvin has indeed become a city of blood, but now, it is necessary to rely on the fearless spirit of our warriors to continue fighting, now, whoever retreats first will lose everything, are you all afraid?"

Moder's voice was not high, but it made the Iranians present feel ashamed.

This war, which had nothing to do with the Germans, came urgently and turned the whole situation around, and now, fighting side by side with the Iranian army, even this lieutenant general, remained on the front line of the war, not comfortably commanding in Tehran.

The 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 to retake the lost position, and I will equip you with twenty recoilless guns!"

"Yes!" Zaif immediately saluted and accepted the order, he knew that this was the punishment of the person in front of him for complaining about himself, and he could not refuse the military order, otherwise, he would be shot for violating the military order, and it was the fate of every soldier to die on the battlefield with dignity.

"Everyone must have faith, we are persevering, and the Soviets on the other side are also insisting, and besides, the Soviets' casualties are no smaller than ours, as long as we can hold on, the Soviets will definitely lose in the end!" Modell continued.

Hearing this, Zaif's body shook violently, he finally knew that he was wrong, he was not afraid of death, what he lacked was faith, which was the difference between his own army and the Germans!

The belief in victory is indispensable for an army!

"How long will this kind of battle last?" Almost at the same time, in the Soviet command opposite, complaints came out in the same way.

The street fighting was the most depressing, both sides were red-eyed, the whole field was in ruins, and both sides suffered heavy casualties, and as a result, the next morning, the other side actually continued to fire at their own side on the rubble.

Such a battle is really too hot, and there is no need for it.

Varisiev smoked a cigarette and did not speak, all this, also related to the losses of his troops, if his artillery regiment had not been lost, then keep firing and gradually advance!

Thinking of the artillery regiment, he thought of the person who must not make a mistake, and his brain became even more headache, in the entire headquarters, I am afraid that he is the person who does not want this war to end the most, he has been on the front line, he can still feel at ease, go back, who knows what awaits him in Moscow!

"Guys, don't complain!" At this moment, General Novikov walked in from outside, with a rather serious look on his face: "The order from the Moscow side has come down, asking us to end the battle for Qazvin within twenty-four hours at all costs!" ”

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

How many people are going to die in this damn city of Qazvin?

But Varisiev knew in his heart that when the airborne forces failed in their raid on Tehran, Moscow would definitely go crazy to give such a terrible order!