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A freighter docked in a port in Cyprus with a group of passengers with special status on board. Disguised as refugees, they traveled from Mozambique to Cyprus. They were a special operations team hired by the Soviet military, a "volunteer" unit made up of former retired soldiers, the Corrections Battalion and the October Battalion.

The Mediterranean climate of Cyprus made them feel very comfortable, and after spending long days in the wet and rainy jungle, they had forgotten how long it had been since they had enjoyed such sunny days. The number of volunteers in Cyprus was about 1,000, equivalent to half the number of Greek troops in Cyprus.

They were then transported to the front to fight against the Turkish-backed regime in the North, unlike the rest of the soldiers, veterans of blood, death and despair in the rainforest, machines of violence created by the Soviets for war.

The Cypriot soldiers were surprised to find that these so-called African mercenaries were more like a powerful army than them, skillful in their movements, loyal to the 3 orders, and there was no trace of ruffians in them. Of course, these Cypriot servicemen will not know that many of them are monsters crawling back from the dead in Afghanistan. They have been tempered by war into the purest killing machines, but they have always held on to the last faith in their hearts.

Defend the great Motherland and the people, as well as their Soviets.

After a brief rest in the rear, Sergeant Gordon followed the troops to the front, Morfu. This once prosperous city was experiencing the baptism of artillery fire and war at this time. Everywhere there were broken arms, bullet riddled walls, the sound of cannonballs whizzing, and charred black corpses.

"Welcome to Hell." Sergeant Gordon muttered to himself.

"Welcome to the war." Alkasha, who was standing next to Gordon, said to everyone that he had been on this battlefield for three days and had a general idea of the deployment of the Turkish army and the situation it was facing. The city of Morfo is in ruins. The outskirts of the city, a dozen kilometers outside of Morfou, have become the battleground for the fighting, where both sides have invested large numbers of armored forces, and two armored battalions in Cyprus have been dragged into the quagmire of the war. Tanks are destroyed or exploded almost every day, and the forces of the Northern regime, armed with a large number of anti-tank weapons, are a nightmare for Cyprus.

"Today, the camp will attack a small town on the outskirts of Morfo under the cover of the Cypriot army, which is the transport hub into Morfou, and the Turkish army has once again deployed a large number of tanks and armored forces, and what we have to do is to take the town completely. Destroy the enemy's armored forces. You are dealing with perhaps the most elite Turkish force in Cyprus, which was dubbed the Panzer Hell during the Turkish invasion of Cyprus in 1974, which is very unpleasant to us. ”

"By the way, the Turks formed a so-called Maginot Line in Morfu, claiming that this line could not be destroyed by the Soviet Red Army's Ula charge, let alone the Greek army. We're going to let them fuck off today! ”

Arkasha felt that the Turkish army with the title of armored hell was simply an insult to the Soviet Red Army, they had not seen it at all, what is called a torrent of steel.

"What are we going to do?" Sergeant Gordon asked.

Alkasha replied without emotion, "The punishment battalion only needs to do one thing, annihilate the enemy troops, and leave no one behind." ”

"What about our armored forces?" Gordon said mockingly, "The two T80 armored battalions were actually beaten by each other's anti-tank units, is it true that only the Russians can exert their own effects with Soviet weapons?" ”

"Tanks?" Alkasha chuckled and shook his head, "This time it's not for you to charge with flesh and blood, we've got a whole armored force for you. ”

Alkasha turned and led the group to the camp. When they saw the endless number of T72 tanks, everyone couldn't help but boil. The cold armor was docked in front of everyone, solemn and solemn, like a group of steel behemoths waiting for orders ready to tear apart all the enemies that stood in front of the Soviets.

Artillery fire tore through all the obstacles in front of them, and the Soviet armored cluster operation, forever an immortal myth.

This time, Turkey will tremble in the face of the Soviet army's formidable combat capabilities.

"These are the weapons that the Motherland has brought to us, and of course there are even more terrible guys. We have to let the Turkish army on the opposite side know that the USSR, even if it falls, is a hundred, a thousand times stronger than the rising Turkey. ”

Everyone followed the Alkasha's gaze and saw the Soviet red organ, the Tornado rocket, and the loyal defender of the armored torrent, the Tunguska self-propelled anti-aircraft gun. These weapons of war, delivered by the Il-76 transport planes, were ready to be thrown into their last war, and although the Motherland no longer needed them to defend, no one would take a step back in the face of the defense of the faithful faith.

Some soldiers couldn't help but caress the steel tracks, and after the erosion of the years, these tanks still maintain the pride of the Red Empire. These armors, like those arrogant veterans, would rather choose to die on the battlefield than be worn out by the years.

Compared with the sordid human bomb attacks in the Middle East, charging with magnificent armored forces is the real war, the Soviet Union's aesthetics of red violence.

Alkasha climbed into one of the tanks, and he pointed at the armored battalion units behind him and shouted, "Comrades, we are glad to see you all here today, and it would be better if we waited to break through the 'Maginot Line' set up by the Turks!" Let's educate these Turkish cowards about what a Soviet-style war is! ”

"They thought that the Soviet Red Army was no longer the steel torrent of the past, they laughed at our defeat in Afghanistan, they thought that we would give in and surrender! But today, we want them to see that the Red Army is absolutely not going to bow to anyone! ”

The rising morning sun was imprinted on Alkasha's face with a determined expression. His far-reaching gaze looked into the distance as two hind helicopters flew over his head, the air currents from the spinning tail lifting his uniform and flying the hunt. The red star on the beret shone brightly under the imprint of the morning sun.

"Today, we want to show them the strength of the Soviet Union!"

"The offensive begins, Ula!" (To be continued.) )