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Text Chapter 783 The Beloved of the Empire (11)

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    Tehran on June 6, 1939, was shrouded in night.

    Although Reza Khan, who promoted secularization and tried his best to build the country, had a bad temper, he did change Iran's traditional customs.  At night, Tehran begins to enjoy the light brought by electricity. Women no longer need to be bound by thick veils, and can freely hold hands with their lovers and enjoy the romance of early summer nights.

    But some people think this is an evil act that is indecent and contrary to the teachings.

    In the Imam Mosque southwest of the Rose Palace, the young Khomeini thought so.  At this moment, he was wearing a turban, stuffing a full magazine into the chamber of the German-made MP28 submachine gun, inserting three magazines into the belt of his wide black robe, and finally hanging two Soviet grenades.  Single-handedly sweep away corruption and depravity.  Next to him, there were hundreds of sectarian guard soldiers in similar attire. They were all the most loyal fighters and passionate young people who had sworn to resolutely overthrow the evil Reza Khan government and return to the sectarian world.

    When everyone was ready, melodious chanting sounded in the mosque, and the highly respected Imam led everyone to start praying.  Like his companions, Khomeini sang the Koran devoutly, incorporating into the chanting bit by bit the hatred of religious sects that Reza Khan came to power.  When the chanting ended, the soldiers who got up were already filled with murderous intent.

    "Let's go, may God bless you." With the Imam's final blessing gesture, Khomeini and his companions quickly rushed out of the mosque and blended into the indestructible ink.

    Li Jin picked up the watch on the bedside and saw that it was already eleven o'clock.

    He was still a little worried. Although additional security had been ordered, and there was an infantry battalion loyal to Reza Khan around the station, the combat effectiveness of the Iraqi soldiers was really unsightly, so he put on his military uniform and prepared to go to the garage to take a look.  As soon as he walked to the door, a clear voice came from the darkness: "Stop! Who is it? Password." Zhao Sanbiao looked at the black shadow warily, and the safety of the 38-year-old Shenyang sc38 submachine gun made in Shenyang that looked like pp1901vityaz was turned on.

    "It's me. Password. I won't sleep tonight."

    Zhao Sanbiao breathed a sigh of relief at the perfect Chinese accent. He quickly lowered his gun and stood at attention, chest raised: "Hello, sir! Zhao Sanbiao of Class Three is on duty."

    "I'm here to take a look, take a rest." Li Jin returned the greeting, looked around but saw no reaction, handed a cigarette and asked with concern: "By the way, is your father's illness cured?"

    Zhao Sanbiao was a volunteer soldier from Shandong. He joined the army in 1933 and could have retired.  But as the situation became tense, the Wehrmacht stopped decommissioning for three consecutive years.  He and more than 500,000 selected veterans were retained.  Li Jin specially selected him for this trip to Iraq, not only because of his good skills, but also because his father was ill last year and the family conditions were not very good.  You must know that this time, ordinary tank soldiers can also receive a monthly allowance of 80 yuan from the Iranian government. In addition to the normal salary at home, there is also a daily expatriation subsidy of 2 yuan.  In total, I get almost 200 per month, which is almost equal to the annual income in poor areas in China.

    So Zhao Sanbiao was also very grateful to Li Jin for bringing him out.  He scratched his head naively and said, "My sister wrote in a letter last month saying that she is doing much better and can already do some light work in the fields."

    "That's good. You can save some money and find a sweetheart later. Let's make another fat and white boy."

    "Haha." Zhao Sanbiao smiled sheepishly, remembering the sudden increase in night shift duty, and asked: "Batalion Commander, is something going to happen?"

    Zhao Sanbiao was still gritting his teeth when he spoke.  It's not that he's afraid of fighting.  You must know that he went to Afghanistan for "training" back then.  Not even concerned about the life and death of Iran and Reza Khan, but worried about his own good "money future"!  It's only two hundred a month, which is also the salary of a master in China.

    Li Jin didn¡¯t know what this guy was thinking.  Looking at this hateful look, I couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that this guy was obsessed with money.  He patted his shoulders and comforted him: "It's nothing. I just don't feel at ease with those Germans today."

    "Batalion Commander, you should rest early. Aren't they just a few Germans? We were able to defeat them in Rinivers, France, and we can do it now." Zhao Sanbiao also deliberately showed off the sc38 that was only sent to the troops for testing before departure.  Submachine gun.

    There are two major battles in the history of the National Defense Forces that cannot be surpassed to this day.  The first is the Battle of the Meat Grinder in Qingdao, which was commanded by General Cai E and established the first army in Asia. The second is the Battle of Dragon Roar in Riniwell, which made General Yue Peng and the National Defense Force famous all over the world.  These two major battles are not only included in the military textbooks of various countries, but also in the textbooks of domestic primary school students.  Their tragedy and influence on the situation in Europe and Asia still inspire generations of Wehrmacht soldiers.  So Li Jin also laughed when he heard him use Riniwell as a metaphor, but just when he was about to say that it was not that serious, there was a sudden sound of running from the direction of the door.

    Zhao Sanbiao, who secretly participated in the guerrilla war in Afghanistan, was more alert than Li Jin and almost subconsciouslyIn front of the battalion commander who was taking care of him, with the gun pointed at the door, two grenades violently blew away the wooden door.

    ¡°Boom boom.¡±

    "Battalion Commander, be careful, da da da."

    Zhao Sanbiao suddenly squeezed Li Jin with his butt, pointed the SC submachine gun in his hand at the door and fired out a stream of bullets.  Probably because they didn't expect their opponents to react so quickly, the two figures who were about to rush in using the cover of the explosion were knocked down as soon as they raised their heads.

    "Attack the camp! Someone is attacking the camp!"

    "Up, up, up."

    "First company, second company get in the car, third company block the door!"

    Explosions and gunshots made the entire camp agitated. Amid countless slogans and orders, the soldiers sleeping in their clothes scurried like apes.  In the Third Company's dormitory, which was ordered to guard the gate, many soldiers simply jumped out of the windows and rushed towards the gate.

    "Boom." A mortar shell landed not far from Zhao Sanbiao. The shock wave of the explosion lifted him high and hit him hard on the ground.  Seeing this, Li Jin rushed forward anxiously, grabbed his collar and shouted: "Sanbiao, Sanbiao, how are you?"

    "It's okay! What a fool! There are even mortars! Battalion Commander, be careful!" Zhao Sanbiao, who was in pain on his back, was furious.  After I joined the 2nd Armored Division, I always used cannons to bully people. I didn't expect that I would be blown up by a cannonball after traveling across the ocean to this country where there are no women and no drinking.  What's this?  You really treat me like a dishonor!

    Zhao Sanbiao was so angry that he ignored the pain in his back and rushed to the back of the truck next to him with his head lowered. Just as several figures were about to rush in, a shuttle of bullets flew over and landed directly on the two of them.  But these soldiers whose faces could not be seen clearly were very experienced. The moment their companions were shot, the remaining people jumped and dispersed.  Use cover to avoid bullets.

    The skillful bullet avoidance movements were like a steel needle pricking Li Jin's eyes. Without several years of training or actual combat training, it would be impossible to perform these movements, so these enemies who attacked the camp were all veterans who had drank blood!  He guessed correctly, the attack station was over 300 veterans of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs who broke into pieces and infiltrated into Tehran.  Because they did not want to cause too much trouble, these veterans did not participate in the battle to attack the palace. They were all sent here by the Soviet ambassador to try to attack the teaching camp at night and get rid of this biggest trouble in one fell swoop.

    But they still didn¡¯t expect that Li Jin had already prepared and took control of the gate before they could.  More than a dozen SC submachine guns joined the blockade, and the roar of engines could also be heard from the direction of the garage.  "Blast, get down!" During the fierce exchange of fire, a loud Russian slogan overwhelmed the entire audience. Before the source of the sound could be found, a section of the wall 30 meters away on the left side of the gate suddenly exploded, and more than a dozen people came to support.  The Iranian infantrymen were killed without even shouting.

    After more than thirty veterans of the Soviet Internal Affairs Forces broke through the explosion gap, a DP machine gun hiding behind screamed, and they were caught off guard.  Four or five soldiers from the training camp were killed on the spot.

    Seeing that the situation was critical, when the Third Company guarding the gate was suppressed by machine guns and unable to raise its head, a bright and rapid line of fire suddenly burst out of the darkness.  Under the guidance of the tracer bullet, the 70mm high-explosive bullet rushed out of the muzzle.  The machine gun point was blown apart with a bang.

    The first tank finally arrived.

    Under the lamp, Bai Chongxi had a sore back and waist. He had been busy unloading and transferring materials these past few days.  The port of Oguerre is in good repair, but it is impossible to complete the loading and unloading of more than one million tons of materials in just a few days.  Due to a serious shortage of manpower, the commander had to personally take command and dispatch.  It was not easy to make arrangements and prepare for rest.  But it was disrupted by a telegram from Tehran.

    "Mingrui, what do you think?" Bai Chongxi handed Li Jin's report to Li Mingrui beside him.

    ¡°Commander, I¡¯m afraid this matter is not that simple.¡± Li Mingrui picked up the report.  Carefully consider every word.  A native of Guangxi, he joined the army in 1917 and went to France as the last batch of conscripts to participate in the war, but the war was basically over when he arrived.  After returning to China without firing a single shot, he happened to catch up with the Second Sino-Japanese War. During the attack on Hualien, he served as a squad leader and was later promoted to company commander step by step.  In the end, he was recommended to go to the military academy because of his good performance, and was later admitted to the infantry department of the National Defense University. During this period, he also stayed in Paris for two years as a Sino-French military exchange student.  After returning to China, he served as a staff officer in the North China Theater. At that time, Bai Chongxi was also serving as the commander of the 21st Division in the North China Theater. He thought this little fellow was good, so he transferred him to his side as a staff officer.

    With good abilities and Bai Chongxi¡¯s promotion, Li Mingrui was finally promoted to brigadier general last year.  Although there is only one word difference between generals and colonels, there are countless school-level officers who are stuck in front of this gate.  In addition, promotion during peacetime is inherently difficult, so many officers remain as field officers until they retire.

    Li Mingrui was lucky, and of course his abilities were outstanding. He immediately grasped the key points in the report: "Look here, almost every vehicle has been looked at. It is clear that he wants to check the combat readiness and ammunition status."

    Bai Chongxi nodded: "I guessI just want to take action, otherwise there is no need to alert the enemy.  "

    "I think so too. We should call Li Jin back immediately and tell him to go to the palace to escort him immediately if something happens. As long as Reza Khan doesn't die, no matter what they do, it won't be our turn to have a headache."

    "Well, I want to remind you. You should send a telegram now and ask Zhao Meihang and Zhu Binhou to come back quickly. These two bastards will definitely bully our army! By the way, forward this to the Northwest Intelligence Station and let them pay attention.  Regarding the movements of the Soviet troops in Afghanistan and Turkmenistan, please report to us immediately if there is any change." Thinking of the navy and air force that ignored everything, Bai Chongxi became very angry.

    Li Mingrui also shook his head and smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to send a telegram, the door to his office was pushed open with a bang.

    "It's too late! An hour ago, the Soviet army had crossed the Aras River and headed south!"

    Zhang Zhidan broke in with a dusty face
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