bullyxtreme Chapter 123 Middle Eastern Urban Warfare: Targeting Unfavorable Local Conditions, Leading to Systemi
Chapter 123 Middle Eastern Urban Warfare: Targeting Unfavorable Local Conditions, Leading to Systemi
Chapter 123 Middle Eastern Urban Warfare: Targeting Unfavorable Local Conditions, Leading to Systemic Russian Defeat
failure?
What a heavy word.
Yuri hesitated for a moment. "We can't be deserters." He tightened his grip on his weapon.
"No, we are not deserters, but retreating. This is our first real airborne operation, not an exercise. We misjudged Tehran's defenses."
This was a mistake; continuing would only lead to more deaths.
"Let's retreat. I don't want to be taken prisoner. Do you know what that would mean?"
Yuri loaded the bullets, his hands trembling.
But Andrei snatched his rifle away and threw it on the ground.
"We don't need rifles, they're too conspicuous. Grab your pistols and come with me. We need to find some clothes and then break out."
Yuri didn't know what to do either. Andrei was the senior, and he was the first to arrive and knew the situation best.
After a moment's hesitation, Yuri followed Andrei's steps.
The two came down from the building and found an alley. They secretly observed their surroundings.
The gunfire was still intense.
Yuri saw the bodies of paratroopers scattered all over the streets.
Damn it.
As Andrei said, they failed, many people died, and the battle in the air was about to end, with their planes almost being strangled by the Iranian Air Force.
They saw people hit by bullets, went up to them, dragged them into alleys, changed their clothes, covered their faces with robes, and carefully moved them towards the outskirts of the city.
Gunshots rang out not far ahead. Andrei and Yuri hid behind a wooden barrel and peered out furtively.
Seven paratroopers opened fire with their rifles, retreating as they fought.
The surrounding walls were riddled with bullet holes.
You can feel the bullets coming from a great distance.
"We need to go help."
Yuri had just stood up when Andrei pulled him back.
"They're finished."
"How is that possible?"
Yuri glared angrily at his comrades in the 214th Brigade. "Are you scared?"
Suddenly, they noticed three white men chasing after them with rifles. The men were carrying a strange rifle with a slightly shorter barrel, and Yuri noticed that they kept pulling the trigger.
The curved magazine seemed to have an endless supply of bullets.
The gun barrel kept bobbing, bang bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
"God, they have automatic weapons?" Yuri pointed at the other side in surprise.
Andrei nodded fearfully. "Yes, automatic weapons. Each of them has the firepower of a machine gun, and these weapons have a long range. They are not semi-automatic."
"Yes, I was attacked before I even landed. A few people killed dozens of us."
"German, he's German."
"Damn it, how come there are Germans in Tehran?"
"We've been tricked; it's a trap."
Andrei swallowed hard; this was intelligence that his platoon leader and company commander had obtained at the cost of their lives.
Tehran at this moment is a behemoth devouring life, and we have no idea what it is, as it continues to be bombed.
"We must break through and send the intelligence back." Yuri finally understood Andrei's idea.
"Yes, we must get back alive. No matter how many people are airdropped, the only outcome is death. The Germans have very advanced rifles, while we only have ordinary rifles and no heavy weapons. This is suicide. The Iranian Royal Guard Division also has artillery and mortars."
The two carefully found an empty house and hid inside. Tehran was still brightly lit at night.
Large numbers of police officers were patrolling the streets, arresting troublemakers and searching for northerners.
Andrei leaned against the wall, while Yuri sat cross-legged on the floor. Their foreheads were covered in sweat, and footsteps could be heard from outside the door from time to time.
"My God, are all our men dead?"
Andrei nodded. "We can no longer hear the plane's engines."
The two exchanged a strained glance. Five thousand people, five thousand people.
Inside the royal palace in Tehran, Reza Khan had already gone to sleep, but General Reinhardt, who would later command the tank group of Army Group Center, was still standing in front of the map.
"Report."
"Speak," Reinhardt said, his gaze fixed on the map, as he repeatedly picked up chess pieces and began to deduce their moves.
"The airdrops from the north have stopped. This operation resulted in the capture of 437 people and the killing of 3856. The enemy also airdropped into some unknown locations, which have not yet been confirmed."
"That's not what we should be concerned about. The Iranian 6th and 5th Divisions are almost in contact with the enemy, aren't they?"
"Yes, Wenzi City is about to be engaged in battle."
"Yes, let them lay landmines and use man-portable anti-tank weapons to eliminate the mechanized forces in the north in urban warfare. We will send the air force to assist."
We have never lost air superiority.
"Yes."
After the messenger left, Reinhardt faced an enemy force several times his size without the slightest worry.
"His Excellency Sean has already explained how to fight this kind of battle. The airborne assault failed, Tehran successfully defended against the first wave, and next, it's time to teach their mechanized forces a thorough lesson."
The major general commander of the Royal Guard Division carried in a plate of pancakes.
"General Reinhardt, have something to eat. That was a brilliant battle; we successfully held them off."
"Lord Sean predicted their attack long ago." Reinhardt picked up his milk tea and took a sip.
"Yes, we were prepared. The ridiculous thing is that they thought we knew nothing and even believed their nonsense."
The whole world knew they were going to launch a surprise attack.
In the southern province of Azerbaijan, Novikov had not received any battle reports from the front by nightfall.
His heart also began to grow impatient.
"Report."
"Is there any news about airborne troops?"
"Yes, the entire army was wiped out."
"Completely wiped out?" That's impossible.
They had simulated the operation beforehand, and if all went smoothly, they would easily take the airport and seize air superiority.
If things don't go smoothly, we'll invest more resources. As long as we don't care about casualties, we can take the airport with sheer numbers and behead the royal family in a day to end the battle.
But now, not only is the air force making little progress, but the airborne troops have also failed?
The entire army was wiped out; that was five thousand men.
"General, should we send a telegram to Moscow?"
"No." Novikov raised his hand. He absolutely couldn't turn on the power now, or he'd be the one in trouble. "Order the 47th and 53rd Corps to advance according to plan."
"Yes."
"Wait a minute, tell them to speed up their advance. I want them to take Winzi within 48 hours and move towards Tehran."
"Yes."
December 1940, 9.
"Breaking news! Breaking news! A blitzkrieg has been launched from the north in Tehran, but Iran has blocked the airstrikes and the paratroopers have been completely wiped out."
"My God, what did I just hear? Total annihilation?"
A European citizen stopped in his tracks.
"No way, a surprise attack from the north, and Iran actually stopped it? That's impossible."
"Yes, given Iran's military strength, they have no chance of stopping them."
Many people were shocked by this news.
Moscow.
"Breaking news! Breaking news! Our army has successfully entered Iran and is advancing rapidly, reaching the gates of Winzi."
"Oh, we won."
"Yes, we are unstoppable."
Inside the Kremlin, the bearded man didn't even glance at the local newspapers.
He looked seriously at the group of army commanders in front of him.
Especially several people from the General Staff Department.
"Can anyone tell me why the airborne operation turned out like this? Five thousand men wiped out?"
"This is likely a false report from Germany."
False report?
Information warfare?
The bearded man slammed his fist on the table in anger. "False reporting! Then tell me, why haven't we taken Tehran airport yet?"
The crowd below remained silent.
"Okay, the airborne troops are an experimental force that needs time to gel. Now, I want to see results."
"Novikov has already ordered the ground mechanized forces to begin their advance, and I think we'll see results soon."
Not only were Europeans shocked, but Americans were also taken aback.
They are looking at today's Washington Post.
The first message.
[Iran's northern army suffers defeat in Tehran; Iran achieves its first victory.]
"My God, is Iran really that powerful?"
"I think this is so fake. Wasn't it supposed to be over in two hours?"
"Haha, you've seen the report about Eiichiro Volcano too?"
"Yes, it may have been more than two hours, but a whole day has passed. We didn't see the decapitation, but we saw the victory in the defense of Tehran."
"Eiichiro is a liar who lies all the time."
"He said he wouldn't do it, but he did anyway. He said it would take two hours, but it's been 24 hours now."
"I have no idea how he became an expert? Is he an expert who specializes in faking people?"
Looking down at the front page, there's another news item, a report from Cook, a special correspondent for the Washington Post.
"It's the war correspondent Cook, the guy in Italy."
"I remember, what impressed me most was that the Italian air force didn't cause any damage. I remember him, haha."
The Iranian theater of war will become a protracted conflict, with mechanized forces in the north facing a predicament.
Signed Sean Wayne.
"My God, is Sean predicting again that ground-based operations will also fail?"
"That can't be right. There are many reasons why an airborne operation might fail, but to lose on the main battlefield as well?"
I still believe Sean.
"But the Russians are very powerful; they have 300,000 men and a large number of tanks."
"Anyway, I believe what Sean said."
Many people started arguing about it.
The second half of the match between Shawn Wayne and Eiichiro Volcano has begun, with Shawn Wayne winning decisively in the first half.
Two people were also talking in the coffee shop downstairs in the hotel.
What do you think?
Montgomery looked across at the other side.
"If things go smoothly, I don't know how Iran will resist?" Zhukov wasn't too concerned about the failed airborne operation; there were too many uncertainties. However, if the ground war was fought steadily, the advantage would still be on their side.
"I think so too; advantages are hard to overcome."
As the two were discussing, Sean and Henry Ford arrived at the hotel entrance.
Waiters would occasionally come up to you and say something.
"Mr. Sean, can you defeat Eiichiro Volcano? I heard he's a professor at the Japanese Army University."
The other party has formal training, while Sean Wayne is self-taught.
Sean was quite confident about this battle of prophecy.
After all, the Middle East is too far from the core industrial areas in the north, several thousand kilometers away. It also has to go around the Caucasus, from Siberia to Central Asia, and transport it all the way down. If there were no logistical difficulties, it would be nonsense. Moreover, the Russian mechanized corps did not have enough combat experience.
Most officers were still thinking from World War I.
"Yes, I can beat him."
Sean always gave a firm answer.
A car pulled up by the roadside, and Eisenhower got out; he was dressed casually today.
"Hey Sean, is the money ready?"
"Yes, I mortgaged the contract and took out a loan of ten million dollars."
"What do you need the money for?" Henry Ford asked curiously. "If you need money, I can lend it to you."
"I want to acquire Pratt & Whitney."
"What did you say?" Henry Ford looked on in surprise, his gaze shifting between Eisenhower and Sean. Acquire Pratt & Whitney?
Oh My God.
What does Pratt & Whitney do? They research aircraft engines. What is Lockheed missing in Sean's company?
engine.
Why is it the Ministry of War that is inquiring? You're up to something.
"Have you reached an agreement with Pratt & Whitney?" Ford asked with envy.
"No talks were held; the White House made the contact for me."
Henry Ford covered his mouth and coughed incessantly. "Did the White House make the contact for you?"
Is there really such a good thing?
Isn't this like a pie falling from the sky?
While Sean was busy with his own business, the battlefield in Iran was raging.
Slavic tanks were already approaching outside Wenz.
A large number of infantrymen gradually followed.
Sitting atop the tank, Vasily stroked his STV-40 rifle, a semi-automatic weapon that was his most cherished companion.
With a sight attached, it can also be used as a sniper rifle.
Unfortunately, most of my comrades preferred the Mosingana rifle because the STV has a more complex structure and is more troublesome to maintain.
But Vasily liked it; it was lightweight, had less recoil, and was more accurate.
Boom! An explosion came from ahead, and a large number of infantrymen panicked.
Vasily stood on the turret of the KV-1 and looked into the distance, where flames were burning and thick smoke was billowing.
"Did you encounter a landmine?"
"Yes."
Vasily jumped off the tank, grabbed his rifle, and squeezed into the crowd.
A T-26 truck is burning on the road. The driver didn't get out and is now probably charred.
"What are you looking at? Keep moving."
The commander's shouts came from beside me.
Tanks and armored vehicles began to advance. Vasily made way and walked on the sandy ground to the side. The sun in the sky was scorching, and he disliked the environment.
They hadn't gone far when, boom!
Another series of explosions followed, setting three tanks ablaze and blowing the soldiers on board away, their bodies covered in blood.
"Damn it, engineers, clear the mines."
Shouts and curses came from all around.
The troops continued their advance, and soon Vasily followed the main force into the city of Wenz.
Many houses had their doors closed, and the bleating of sheep could be heard in the courtyards.
As Vasily walked along some streets, he could even see children secretly peeking at him from behind doorways.
Vasily smiled and waved, and the other person swiftly withdrew.
Carrying their rifles, the infantrymen sat by the roadside and drank water.
The surroundings were completely quiet.
As a hunter, Vasily sensed danger. "Something's not right. The Iranians aren't on any defense."
"Maybe they were scared, or maybe they had too few soldiers to defend every city, and they ran away as soon as they saw how many tanks we had."
His comrades around him said happily that it was good news that they could take down Wenzi without firing a shot.
A group of Iranians secretly climbed out of their cellar and carried a mortar to the rooftop on the second floor.
A flash of light occasionally streaked across the rooftops in several places.
Using the light from the mirror, they quickly adjusted the cannon's muzzle.
Groups of four or five people set up scattered positions on the two-story mud houses typical of the desert.
"emission."
Bang bang bang.
Artillerymen throughout Wenzi City loaded howitzers into their barrels.
A faint whistling sound came from the sky.
Vasily saw that the rooftops in the distance occasionally flashed with blinding white light.
As a sniper, he knew it was a reflection, "Enemy attack."
He suddenly stood up and shouted, hoping to alert his comrades around him.
boom.
A piercing ringing sound filled my ears as large amounts of earth and rocks fell from above.
The scene before me turned into a living hell.
The friend who was just talking collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood incessantly.
Boom! Another explosion. A nearby T-26 was hit.
The airflow threw Vasily into the air, sending him crashing heavily to the ground. His head was spinning, and he kept shaking it. He lay on the ground, tilting his head to one side, his body feeling like it was falling apart.
A group of Iranian soldiers dressed in white robes stood at the corner of the wall through the breach, holding anti-tank weapons.
Vasily watched as several stray bullets flew toward his side.
The sound of explosions was incessant.
"Damn it, they have anti-tank weapons."
"Commander, they're hiding in civilian houses; the enemy is everywhere."
The continuous gunfire filled our ears.
Vasily remained lying on the ground, his vision somewhat blurred.
His companion was shouting, but he couldn't hear him.
"Damn it, we've been ambushed."
Just like cars in later generations, the Russian elite troops were caught off guard by this sudden urban warfare and were routed, with junior officers having no ability to cope.
The entire city of Wenzi was teeming with hiding enemies.
The elite of the First Mechanized Division of the South Caucasus were instantly stunned.
Mortar shells rained down from all eight directions to the west.
Houses, streets, armored vehicles, tanks—everything trembled from the explosion.
Tanks smeared with blood, infantry fighting vehicles burning, and limbs and dismembered bodies scattered everywhere in the streets.
A group of masked snipers hiding in the corners and using the holes to shoot further enraged the Slavs of the 1st Armored Division.
Several Iranian snipers, led by a German instructor, held up Mauser rifles and stared at their sights.
boom.
A bullet flew out and hit a soldier. Seeing him fall, the snipers immediately lowered their bodies and started running. Relying on their familiarity with the city and the terrain, they quickly hid in other places.
The major general commander of the armored division had bloodshot eyes; these Iranians had no sense of martial ethics.
They actually mingled in a civilian house; it's unbelievable.
But he was unaware that this traditional tactic would later become ubiquitous in the Middle East and Afghanistan.
That's how the Arabs fought the British back then.
They just didn't win.
This attack from all directions is like falling into an inescapable ocean; you don't know which direction to retaliate against.
It felt like there were people everywhere.
Bullets were everywhere, and grenades were everywhere.
"Open fire! Counterattack! Blow the area in front of us flat!"
The division commander shouted, "This can't go on any longer!"
He had just finished speaking when the sound of engines came from the sky, and dozens of Stukas flew in, swooping down from above and aiming at the tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery on the ground.
Begin dropping bombs.
After the howling sound, there was a huge explosion.
Then came the banging of machine guns.
Vasily, who was struggling to get up from the ground, stumbled and fell to the ground.
Two bullets came hurtling towards him, grazing his side, and the major general opposite him slid his upper body down from his waist.
Vasily stared, mouth agape, dumbfounded. "It's over, it's all over."
Screams of despair erupted from all around.
"Aaaaaah, help!"
"I don't want to die."
A group of soldiers dropped their rifles and ran towards the outskirts of the city.
There were even quite a few intact cannons and tanks in Wenzi City, which they simply abandoned by the roadside.
The entire division system collapsed.
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