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Chapter 121 Northern Offensive Against Tehran, Iran: Special Operation Begins
Chapter 121 Northern Offensive Against Tehran, Iran: Special Operation Begins
"Breaking news! Breaking news! Sean Wayne predicts the North will attack Iran."
The Washington Post's report sparked a huge wave of discussion across the United States.
On last night's NBC program, Japanese expert Eiichiro Kazan confidently stated that the North would not attack Iran, but was only applying maximum pressure for negotiations.
Even if attacked, the North will achieve legendary status in this battle.
But Sean's version was completely different; he predicted that the North would definitely attack Iran.
The two conflicting statements caused a huge uproar in the United States.
"Sean said he would attack."
"Then I believe what Sean said, and that the Japanese expert's analysis is bullshit."
"It seems the North will attack Iran and assist Britain."
"That doesn't make sense, Britain is also anti-Northern."
"Germany was also anti-Northern, yet they were able to invade Poland together with the North."
Many people are discussing it.
This huge contradiction even reached Europe.
Churchill looked at the newspaper and shook his head repeatedly. "Sean Wayne is really frustrating. He's right."
Berlin, Germany.
Upon seeing the news, the Supreme Command became even more certain of the authenticity of the northern invasion.
Sean wasn't wrong; it's a fact that Britain, in alliance with Russia, sent troops to Iran.
It's just that the timing was brought forward by a year.
"It seems we need to speed up the transportation of volunteers."
In the north, Moscow.
The bearded man looked at the newspaper, feeling both annoyed and amused.
"Sean Wayne is a real cancer. He sends messages saying that the North loves peace and we have no intention of invading other countries. We are just preventing the war from spilling over and maintaining regional peace."
We have no idea what Sean is talking about; he's creating anxiety, peddling emotions, and just trying to get attention.
On September 14, 1940, as soon as the news broke in the North, NBC radio immediately broadcast it extensively on its news programs.
Is Sean Wayne really trying to get attention?
A statement from the North officially asserted that they have no intention of starting a war. They strongly condemned the false and misleading information circulating outside the region.
In an interview with The New York Times, Eiichiro Volcano stated that the statements from the Northern authorities were highly credible and that Sean Wayne was simply trying to gain attention and increase his fame by talking nonsense to attract attention.
Eiichiro exaggeratedly remarked that Sean Wayne, this mover, completely misunderstood politics; the art of politics lies in compromise.
"Haha, Sean, you've been mocked again."
Henry Ford laughed as he watched television.
Sean came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and looked at him angrily. "Why are you always in my room?"
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"I'm treating you to pizza because I'm bored by myself."
Henry Ford pointed to the pizza he had bought and opened a bottle of Coke. "Lobster, cheese, and beef."
"I don't eat beef."
"Then let's have pizza."
Sean was drying his hair while watching the black and white television.
"I don't understand politics?"
"Yes, that's what he said. This time, you've been mocked the most. He even brought up your status as a porter and belittled your humble origins."
"Does he think he's something special just because he's a professor? So what if he's a porter? I'm just an ordinary person, and I represent ordinary people. Does that mean ordinary people are inferior to so-called social elites?"
And what is he anyway?
"A bunch of high-and-mighty, clueless trash." Sean shook the water out of his ears, picked up a piece of pizza and stuffed it into his mouth. "So what if I don't understand politics?" I know the trajectory of history. Britain will definitely join forces with the Russians to invade Iran. There's no lie about that.
"Haha, this is the first time I've seen you so angry."
"Because this Japanese expert is all talk and no action."
Sean sat down next to Henry Ford and picked up a Coke from the coffee table to drink.
Knock, knock, knock—there was a knock on the door.
Sean, with a pizza in his mouth and wearing a bathrobe, walked to the door.
"It should be the French fries and fried chicken that I ordered."
"Why did you call out so many times?"
Sean asked the question as he opened the door.
On either side of the walkway, four paratroopers are diligently guarding the area.
The shop assistant at the entrance was carrying a paper bag.
"Here's your fried chicken. Oh my god, are you Sean Wayne?"
The shop assistant said excitedly.
"it's me."
"Mr. Sean, I admire you so much. You're an idol for us ordinary people. You went from a porter to a celebrity and a businessman. Really, I'm so glad to meet you. My God, it really is Sean Wayne."
Anyone can succeed, and so can you.
"Really? Oh God, thank you so much! Could you please sign this for me?"
The clerk pulled out a notebook and excitedly handed it to Sean.
"Mr. Sean, keep it up. I believe in you. What the hell is that Japanese expert? I don't believe a word he says."
"Thanks."
Sean took the food, handed the other person a five-dollar tip, and closed the door under the other person's burning gaze.
"It seems many people outside are anticipating your battle of predictions with the Japanese experts," Henry Ford ignited the conflict.
"Ignorance and stupidity will always be ruthlessly shattered by reality."
On the morning of June 15, 1940.
Workers at several factories in Tehran took to the streets in protest.
They were holding up huge banners.
Iran does not want war; Germans should get out of Iran.
The number of people marching grew, with Iranians following behind the foreman, shouting loudly.
"Bread, not bullets."
As they continued their journey, more and more people joined them.
They formed a long line and walked toward the Pahlavi dynasty's summer palace north of Tehran.
More and more police officers gathered along the road.
The two sides even engaged in a physical altercation.
The crowd threw stones at the military and police.
Police officers used wooden shields and sticks to beat the rioting crowd.
"The criminals who stormed the royal palace were arrested. These guys were lured by foreign forces and intended to undermine Iran's stability and prosperity."
Following King Reza Khan's order, the Royal Guard entered the city of Tehran.
Black smoke billowed from many roads in the city.
Tehran is crying.
In the north, Moscow.
"To stabilize regional peace, the North will launch a special operation against Tehran."
North of East Azerbaijan Province, in the border region between Azerbaijan and Armenia, the two forces immediately set off.
Slavic armored tanks marched across the border and launched a ground offensive against Iran.
A large number of T-26 light tanks crossed the border in a long procession, followed by dozens of KV-1 heavy tanks.
Slavs carrying rifles were marching on both sides of the convoy.
Many soldiers sat on the backs of tanks, choosing this method to speed up deployment due to a lack of sufficient vehicles.
Behind the tank formation, three-wheeled vehicles carried rocket launchers, the famous Katyusha rockets, though the self-propelled rocket launchers at this time were still somewhat rudimentary.
The civilian aircraft, which had been renamed Li-2 ahead of schedule, was converted into a military transport aircraft.
Slavic paratroopers stood ready at the airport, holding PPD series submachine guns.
Germany's several airborne tactics have provided a model for the world to follow.
The North, after a year of observation, is also learning to improve its own army.
A large number of I-15 and I-16 fighter jets flew from the Caspian coast of Azerbaijan toward Tehran.
At the same time, a British Royal Navy naval force from the Indian Ocean was also sailing towards the Persian Gulf, fully loaded with Indian soldiers.
The 44th, 47th, and 53rd Armies from the South Caucasus and Central Asia simultaneously crossed the Iranian border.
"Report."
Commander Novikov walked up to the communications soldier.
"Moscow called, demanding that we bomb Tehran immediately to force Iran to surrender as soon as possible."
"understood."
Novikov looked at the map and realized that the current strength of the three corps was sufficient to launch an attack.
"Order all divisions to occupy Maku and Hoy according to the pre-arranged plan."
The second route advanced along the east coast, captured Enzeli Port, approached Gazwin City, and then joined forces with the first route army.
The third force occupied Gorkan and Khorasan provinces.
"yes!"
The mechanized corps in the north advanced very quickly, except for the tanks which needed constant repairs.
When the Slavs appeared in town with rifles, most Iranians didn't even realize what was happening.
Even the Iranian soldiers in various provinces were completely unprepared.
When the muzzles of T-26 rifles and the barrels of KV-1 cannons were pointed at Iranian troops, more than 90% of the soldiers chose to surrender.
Seeing how smoothly the attack went, Novikov couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems that fighting on the battlefield in Iran is as easy as eating sausage."
Tehran, the capital of Iran.
Reza Khan was worried and paced back and forth in his palace. "We only have nine divisions, plus five brigades. Five divisions are in the north and four are in the south. The north is for defense against the Slavs, and the south is for defense against the British."
They're all ordinary divisions; we can't beat them.
"Your Majesty, Tehran has two Royal Guard divisions, plus the air force, we have more than four hundred aircraft. As long as we hold Tehran, German aid will continue to arrive. We have not failed."
"I hope so."
"Report!" the guards at the palace gates shouted anxiously.
"explain."
"The north has suddenly launched an attack and has already crossed the border."
"These liars are full of lies. Didn't they say they wouldn't launch an attack? Luckily, I didn't believe their lies."
Reza Khan looked at the prime minister beside him and said, "Immediately inform the Germans that we need to be prepared."
10 a.m. on the 15th.
The streets of Tehran are still filled with marching workers.
Suddenly, a huge engine roar came from the sky.
Countless bombs fell from the sky.
Whoosh, a bomb landed in the parade.
The crowd below stared wide-eyed. What was happening?
With a deafening roar, the blast wave scattered everything around them.
Blood splattered on the ground.
More than thirty people were instantly engulfed by the bomb, turning into cold corpses.
"Damn it, air attack! Run!"
Large numbers of protesters cried and ran toward the nearest building.
The bustling streets became incredibly chaotic.
Iranian planes began to take off. Both sides' planes were relatively old, and they fought fiercely in the sky.
As planes crashed into the city, billowing black smoke, explosions echoed throughout Tehran.
From the sky, the entire city appears to be covered in Mars.
The north has a numerical advantage, with a large number of Li 2 aircraft approaching the airspace above Tehran airport.
The Iranian Royal Guard Division, which had been deployed in advance, set up anti-aircraft guns.
A tremendous artillery barrage echoed from the ground.
Slavic paratroopers emerged from the plane in dense formation.
You can see the anti-aircraft artillery positions near the airport just by looking down.
The Northern Airborne Forces planned to seize the airport, then deploy troops to assassinate the Pahlavi royal family, employing tactics identical to those of Germany.
Unfortunately, following Sean's prediction, Germany and Iran became convinced that the other side would attack, and ground firepower was instantly unleashed into the sky.
Bang! Bang! Andrei watched as his comrade was instantly blasted in two by anti-aircraft guns on the ground, his lower body falling from the sky, his intestines hanging in mid-air.
"Ugh!" Andrei couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest and vomited repeatedly.
Bullets flew wildly into the sky, and the first wave of paratroopers were riddled with bullets before they even landed. Many of them lost even their lower bodies.
Some parachutes only have arms hanging from them.
The white umbrella was speckled with blood.
A second wave of planes arrived, and three battalions of paratroopers flew towards the airport despite ground fire.
boom.
Andrei landed safely and lay on the ground, his legs a little numb. He looked around and saw only the mutilated corpses of those who had fallen; most of his comrades had perished.
"Damn it." Andrei quickly took off his parachute, opened his carry-on bag, and reassembled the disassembled Garand rifle, one of the weapons provided by Britain.
He took it in his hand, loaded the bullets, and shouted, "Hurrah!"
It sped toward Tehran Airport, which was not far away.
The first batch of surviving paratroopers began to assemble at a designated location at the command of their superiors.
Andrei looked at the sky. Half of his companions from the second wave had died during the descent. Blood rained down from the sky from time to time, soaking his hair.
"Occupy the airport."
The brave northerners were like a bunch of machines that knew nothing of death; they fired their rifles and swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable force.
Garland's advantage was immediately apparent; its powerful firepower quickly broke through the Royal Guard Division's resistance.
Andrei followed his platoon leader and hid near the hangar by the airport, crouching low and peering in the direction of the control tower.
The northerners were even more brutal than the Germans in their airborne assaults; they deployed 5,000 men in waves of planes flying in from Azerbaijan along the Caspian coast.
They fell recklessly downwards.
Bodies were scattered everywhere around Tehran airport.
The second wave of paratroopers finally landed on the airport runway.
The Royal Guards Division's 105mm Skoda guns shifted their muzzles.
After the Slavs seized control of the tower and runway, a Li-2 landed on the ground.
The cabin doors opened, and the airborne troops, armed with PPDs, successfully landed on the ground.
"Fire support, towards the airport."
"General, that's our airport."
"No more!" The Iranians' decisiveness was beyond doubt; defeat meant national annihilation.
"fire!"
Bang bang bang bang!
A tremendous cannon shot could be heard in the distance.
Andrei instinctively lay down on the ground.
The shells landed and exploded everywhere, like bursts of flame.
The Li-2 transport plane was swallowed up by artillery shells, which hit the fuselage and tore it to pieces in the blink of an eye.
The 53rd Army infantry company, which had just arrived on the ground, was surrounded by heavy artillery fire before it could even engage in combat, and dozens of men were blown apart in flames.
The others were blown aside by the shockwave, and shortly after they landed, there was another explosion.
Before the soldier lying on the ground could even get up, his thigh flew off.
"Ahhh!" Andrei clutched his head and trembled on the ground.
They underestimated the Iranian forces' will to resist; Iran is far stronger than Iraq.
The planes in the sky began to dive, and 115 located the Royal Guard Division's artillery positions.
The machine guns opened fire, and bullets rained down densely around the position.
Bang! A bullet struck the cannon, and the gunner next to it was shot through the chest with a huge hole.
As the gunfire subsided, Andrei excitedly stood up.
"Platoon leader, it's our plane, our plane!"
He glanced back at what was behind him.
"Platoon leader."
There was only a cold corpse on the ground.
The platoon leader had a long wound on his forehead; he had been hit by a piece of metal.
Damn it.
"Come quickly! The enemy's artillery has been destroyed. Our mission is to raid the Tehran Summer Palace."
The paratroopers at the airport began to assemble, maintaining their high morale and fighting spirit.
Hundreds of paratroopers rushed out of the airport armed with weapons.
Iranians in the city hid in their homes, cautiously peeking out.
The child looked at his father and asked, "Daddy, what's going on outside?"
Shh, don't talk, quickly hide.
With a large number of paratroopers successfully landing, the streets of Tehran were filled with Slavs.
They rushed toward the Summer Palace as planned.
A group of white men dressed in Iranian military uniforms, holding M35 assault rifles, quietly peered out from buildings throughout the city.
"General, the Slavs have successfully taken control of the airport, but the runway has been damaged, so they cannot land and deploy heavy equipment."
General Reinhardt stood in a building, holding a telescope, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I know."
"Aren't we going to attack now?"
"No, I want to wipe out thousands of paratroopers at once and make Tehran the graveyard of Slavic paratroopers!"
Depleting some of Iran's troops will make them more dependent on us, so there's no need to rush.
Let's wait a bit longer. After all, we've provided Iran with a large amount of weaponry. I believe that urban warfare can drag the northerners into the abyss. The palace is guarded by our people, so there won't be any problems.
This time, we will turn the Iranian battlefield into a meat grinder, giving the Slavs a profound lesson.
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