"Rumbling..." A sound of engines sounded on the river surface, and soon, a motorboat landed. From the motorboat, several people lifted the body up, and another one!

Last night it was really enjoyable. These Soviet people jumped out of the sky and jumped directly into the river. They were wrapped in paracords and drowned soon. Now, the bodies they caught were soaked in the river water, and many of them went to far downstream.

Standing on the shore, the cavalry commander Tchaikov was constantly sighing in his heart that under the command of the Germans, the Soviets were like mentally retarded, constantly bumping into their own traps. Such a battle was so satisfying!

He looked at the dozens of Soviet prisoners behind him, all of whom were bowing their heads, looking in a mess. Especially among these people, there was a brigade commander. The brigade commander was shot, and blood was still flowing out on the wound on his arm, making him look even weaker.

"We have cleaned the battlefield once. Now, let's leave the rest to the local troops. We have to go back to Tehran. I heard that the Soviet embassy in Tehran is confronting at this time. Let's go and take a look." Tchaikov said, gathering his troops and preparing to return to Tehran.

The river is still flowing, day after day, and new stories happen every day for people on the earth.

Ghazwin.

"Today, the Soviets' attack was too fierce!" said an Iranian general in a basement in the city.

"Boom!" At this moment, a huge explosion came from outside, and a shell fell near them, and dust continued to fall down from the roof of the basement.

Model seemed to have heard nothing, and he was still commanding: "Subject another company to resist the gap and wait for reinforcements from the anti-tank team!"

"What did the troops in the No. 7 region eat? How could they allow the Soviets to break through their positions and intersperse from the middle? Order them to block the enemy's backs at all costs and eat all these enemies!"

"But the buildings in Area 7 have been leveled, and there is no suitable bunker at all, and the anti-tank team is not reliable."

"Isn't there any sewer? Crawl through the sewer!" Model's words were cold.

As the main battlefield, Ghazwin is like a meat grinder, constantly devouring the lives of soldiers on both sides.

Countless Iranian troops were mobilized from behind and entered Gazwin, and then ruthlessly consumed. The German army, mainly as their grassroots commanders, was often a German, who brought an Iranian infantry to command their battles.

Fighting is cruel.

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

"When should such a war of attrition be fought? Now, Gazwin has become a blood city." Finally, an Iranian officer complained.

Hearing this, Model turned his head and looked at the Iranian general with a cold look.

As soon as Model's eyes were stared, the Iranian general felt a chill on his back. At this moment, he almost urinated.

This German lieutenant general was a perfect match. The words he said just now were enough to shake the morale of the army. The German lieutenant general collapsed himself on the spot and had no place to appeal.

"Zaif, you're right. Ghazwin has indeed become a blood city, but now, we need to rely on the fearless spirit of our warriors to continue fighting. Now, whoever retreats first will lose all of them. Are you all afraid?"

Model was not very loud, but it made the Iranians present feel ashamed.

This war has nothing to do with the Germans, but they came in urgent need of the situation and reversed the whole situation. Now, they are fighting side by side with the Iranian army. Even this lieutenant general stays on the front line of war and does not comfortably command in Tehran.

The Germans are not afraid, how can they be afraid?

"Not afraid, of course not!" Zayf replied immediately.

"Okay, now I order you to lead a battalion tonight to take back the lost positions. I will equip you with twenty recoilless cannons!"

"Yes!" Zayf immediately saluted and accepted the order. He knew that this was the punishment he had just complained about by the people in front of him. He could not refuse the military order. Otherwise, he would be shot and killed for violating the military order and die on the battlefield with dignity. This is the fate of every soldier.

"Everyone must have faith. We are persevering, and the Soviets on the opposite side are also persevering. Moreover, the casualties of the Soviets are no less than ours. As long as we can persevere, the Soviets will definitely fail in the end!" Model continued.

After hearing this, Zayff's body suddenly shook. He finally knew that he was wrong. He was not afraid of death. What he lacked was faith. This is exactly the difference between his own army and the Germans!

The belief in winning is indispensable to an army!

"When will such a battle go?" Almost at the same time, complaining came out in the Soviet command opposite.

Street fighting was the most depressing thing. Both sides were red and turned the entire site into ruins. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. As a result, when they saw the next morning, they continued to fire at their own side on the rubble.

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

Varisiev smoked and didn't speak. All this was related to the losses of his troops. If his artillery regiment was not thrown away, then keep firing and gradually advance!

When he thought of the artillery regiment, he thought of the person who must not make any mistakes, and his mind became even more troubled. In the entire headquarters, he was probably the person who least wanted the end of this war. He was always on the front line and could feel more at ease. When he went back, who knew what was waiting for him in Moscow!

"Everyone, don't complain!" At this moment, General Novikov walked in from outside, with a serious expression on his face: "The Moscow command has come down, requiring us to end the battle of Gazwin at all costs within twenty-four hours!"

At all costs, within 24 hours, everyone present was stunned. What does this mean? They should use the lives of the warriors to lay the groundwork, and they are not afraid of any sacrifice, and they will continue to attack!

How many people will die in this damn City of Ghazwan?
Chapter completed!