WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 134 turned into a war of national defense? Are you kidding me?

Early morning of September 27, 1940.

Even in the darkness of the city of Wenz, sporadic gunfire could still be heard.

Reinhardt's elite 14th Panzer Corps' 1st Motorized Brigade was now converted into infantry.

However, as the elite force that attacked France, they held their ground and, with the remnants of the Iranian 5th Division and the arriving Iranian 2nd Gendarmerie Brigade, firmly pinned down the 26th Army Motorized Rifle Division and the 1st Division of the 47th Army.

Night fell.

Reinhardt sat on the tank, shining a flashlight on the map.

Where has the Iranian Independent Mechanized Brigade reached?

"They have bypassed the border near Gorkan Province and are heading straight for Azerbaijan."

"Very good. After we take out the 40,000 infantrymen from the 47th Army and the 26th Mechanized Army, we will march north and join forces with the Iranian Independent Mechanized Brigade."

"Don't the Iranians need support?"

"They have Czech tanks and Swedish tanks. If they can't even beat their infantry, I don't know how to help them. Now, they need to understand that people can only rely on themselves."

The First Tank Regiment was ordered to launch a night raid on the headquarters of the 47th Army, with air support, to annihilate the enemy's artillery and tear open the enemy's lines from the center.

The 2nd Motorized Infantry Regiment will encircle the enemy from the flanks, with the Motorized Artillery Regiment providing fire support.

Adolf's 1st Mechanized Brigade attacked Gorkan Province, using its mobility to tie down the 43rd Corps.

"yes!"

Reinhardt put away the map and looked at the desert in the darkness.

"Jet fighter jets, Mr. Sean has given us another surprise."

The Iranian night air force was almost completely wiped out.

The German squadron immediately took over the task. This time, in addition to the 20 Iranian Hawks, there were also 15 German BF109s escorting the aircraft.

Garland's squadron was once again involved in the support mission.

Ten HE280s took off first, their mission being to use rockets to bombard the ground and launch the first wave of attacks on the northern artillery.

Having completely lost air superiority, the Slavic vanguard was about to suffer a devastating blow.

The 1st Tank Regiment of the 2nd Armored Division, arriving from the flank, launched another night attack.

Equipped with night vision, they approached in the dark like a group of ghosts.

Upon receiving news that the 43rd Army's operation had been thwarted, the commander of the 47th Army was deeply worried.

After a day of fighting, Wenz City turned into a meat grinder.

The 26th Army Motorized Infantry Division suffered more than half of its casualties.

Every inch of the city ruins was stained with the blood of the Slavs.

The camp lights acted like lighthouses, providing direction for the Germans, while searchlights from the north occasionally swept across the direction of Wenz, guarding against any potential enemy attacks.

Two German scouts in yellow uniforms lay prone on the ground, stealthily approaching the northern camp, while infantry from the armored reconnaissance battalion blended their bodies into the sand.

Although these Iranian military uniforms are of poor quality, they have excellent camouflage.

Two scouts used binoculars to observe the enemy's deployment and marked the approximate coordinates.

Then he turned around and crawled on the ground.

The telegram was quickly sent to the motorized artillery regiment's headquarters.

The towed gun began to move forward, closing the distance.

The sound of airplane engines suddenly appeared in the sky.

The northern camp instantly descended into chaos.

Large numbers of soldiers were roused and rushed toward the air defense positions, some fully clothed and some even shirtless.

Watching the howling sound in the sky, everyone's palms were sweating.

The gunner sat at his gun position, staring at the sky. Visibility was obstructed in the darkness, and a large number of flares flew into the sky.

The lights shone into the sky, revealing their position, but they needed a line of sight.

"Oh my god, I see flames in the sky."

The gunner rubbed his eyes and realized he hadn't misread it. He adjusted his position, but found that the enemy was too fast, and the gun muzzle couldn't keep up with their movement.

Bang bang bang bang!

The spent cartridges thudded to the ground, several flashes of light rose below, and a rain of light fell from the sky, the raindrops chasing the planes overhead.

Garland maneuvered the plane into a dive, and the rockets below were instantly launched.

The artillery position was hit by rockets from the air for the first time, and several fireballs rose up in the blink of an eye.

A row of infantry guns was blown to pieces, with metal fragments shooting out in all directions.

The shells placed to the side caught fire and exploded, the shockwave carrying shrapnel that sent the running artillerymen flying into the air. When they fell back down, their bodies were covered with knife-like wounds.

Ten fighter jets unleashed their full firepower, with 30mm cannons and rockets, just like bulldozers.

Seeing the other party as a demon, the northerners below were completely unsettled.

"Oh my god, run!"

They never imagined that fighter jets could be so effective at attacking the ground.

In particular, the rockets rained down in rows, creating fiery bubbles on the battlefield, along with dust, blood, and screams.

There is no concept of ground attack aircraft, let alone warthogs.

But at this moment, the HE280, after being equipped with rockets, perfectly fulfilled its ground attack mission.

The HE280 began to climb, and after firing its rockets, it immediately flew backward, adhering to the principle of "hit and run," making full use of its speed advantage.

"Those bastards."

"Go to hell, you piece of shit!"

The angry northerners continued to curse and swear after the other side withdrew, even raising their middle fingers to the sky.

Looking back at the chaotic camp, everyone felt only frustration.

Less than ten minutes later, the sound of engines came from the sky again, this time from a mixed German-Iranian bomber squadron.

When the bombs fell, the Russians' earlier frustration turned into utter rage.

This is outrageous! Without an air force, the ground became the Germans' dumping ground, with bombs raining down like they were free.

In the desolate Middle Eastern wilderness, where there is little shelter, they can only lie on the ground and curse.

This blow is ten times worse than the last one.

The artillery positions were completely reduced to ruins. Without air defense, the Slavs could only symbolically point their machine guns at the sky.

But it was of no use whatsoever.

In the second wave, as the HE280 roared across the sky again, diving down, machine guns and rockets began to bombard the ground.

Sand and blood flew into the sky along with flesh and blood.

This wave has exhausted the remaining anger of northerners.

Then came the indiscriminate bombing by bomber formations.

Two hours later, the remaining soldiers below were covered in mud and blood.

"Quickly, get to the city ruins."

The remaining motorized infantry division and soldiers of the 1st Division charged toward Wenz.

The guards, who had been waiting in the darkness, wore smiles on their faces.

"Illumination flare."

Bang bang bang!

The darkness on the ground was dispelled, and the large number of northerners, who were running with their bodies low to the ground, were like maggots on a piece of meat, writhing as they were met with dense lines of fire.

Bullets flew from the muzzle, flashes of light everywhere in the darkness, like fireworks.

Driven to the ruins of the city, the Russians fell one after another on the road.

The flames, like sickles, reaped row upon row of young lives.

After the aerial attack began, the tanks of the First Tank Regiment accelerated forward, encountering no obstacles in the darkness and clearly seeing everything.

Boom! Shells landed around the 47th Army's command post.

The panicked northern general then realized that the Germans had sneaked up right under his nose under the cover of night.

The consequences of a tank and armored force plus a motorized infantry regiment facing off against pure infantry are predictable.

The 47th Army headquarters was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

The remnants of the 47th Army, rushing to provide support, had just set off when rockets and artillery shells rained down on the road.

The motorized artillery regiment, which moved faster than them, arrived at its designated position and began to unleash a barrage of fire.

Battles raged everywhere, in the sky and on the ground. Faced with integrated air and ground warfare, the numerous Slavs were nothing but casualties.

The battle lasted for two hours. When the defenders of Wenz took up their weapons and rushed out of the ruins, the 47th Slavic Army was completely destroyed.

Noon on July 27, 1940.

The 2nd Armored Division, having completed its repairs, joined forces with Iran's reorganized 5th Division and began advancing towards the Iranian border in Azerbaijan.

The 1st Adolf Motorized Brigade tied down the 43rd Army.

The Iranian Independent Mechanized Brigade moved flank to encircle the last remaining 53rd Army in the north.

8 PM on the 27th.

Reinhardt stood near the front lines of the 53rd Army. "This is the last Northern Army in Iran. Once we take it down, we'll strike at the heart of the 44th Army Group in the South Caucasus and push the war to Azerbaijan."

The air force was ordered to begin the first phase of bombing.

Noon on July 28, 1940.

The atmosphere at the Moscow headquarters was oppressive.

Even speaking seemed extremely difficult; the generals and commanders simply lowered their heads and stared at the floor, none of them daring to utter a word.

The bearded man held up the battle report in his hand. "What exactly are you doing? Three armies, plus a mechanized army, hundreds of thousands of troops, and less than 8 have escaped."

One hundred thousand, our casualties exceeded one hundred thousand.

Not only did you fail to advance into Tehran, but you also allowed Iranian troops to invade Azerbaijan, turning what was supposed to be a special operation into a war of national defense. What are you doing?

Iran only has 120,000 troops in total, while we have suffered nearly 120,000 casualties.

They only wiped out four Iranian divisions.

The exchange ratio is 3 to 1!

That's Iran! The bearded man was so angry he was about to vomit blood.

"Novikov's poor command delayed our attack, and we lost a large number of aircraft."

Tie Muxin spoke with his head down, while the bald man dared not look up.

The atmosphere today is very oppressive, just like the Winter War at the beginning of the year, where they were the ones who were getting crushed.

"So I sent him to a Siberian labor camp. What about you?"

The bearded man violently tore the telegram to shreds and threw it at the group of marshals in front of him.

"The Germans intervened."

"Do you think I don't know? Do you think the British don't know? The whole world knows, but they're doing it under the guise of 'voluntary,' so what can we do but resolutely oppose and strongly condemn it?"

Britain has already declared war on them, and they don't care about Britain's opinion at all. What about us? Should we also declare war? And fully join the European war?

Ultimately, it all comes down to the battlefield. And what was the outcome?

"Then let's not fight."

"We're not fighting anymore? How am I supposed to explain this to all the northerners? That we're stopping because we lost, to avoid a direct war with Germany?"

Everyone shut their mouths.

"Fight, keep fighting, mobilize, send in reinforcements including the 56th Army of the South Caucasus and the 21st Mechanized Army, and deploy more aircraft."

Our plane suffered a devastating attack in Iran.

82-0, the Germans utterly crushed our air force without suffering any casualties.

The bearded man grew angrier as he looked at the battle report. It didn't matter if they couldn't win; as long as the opponent was also worn down, they could always win. What was this all about?

Zero casualties?

This is blatant humiliation.

"Our planes are too old."

"Then we should accelerate the research and development and production of the Yak fighter jet."

Everyone looked down at the floor. It was indeed under development, but it hadn't been completed yet. They had originally thought that the war wouldn't fall on their heads so soon, since Germany still had to deal with Britain.

Who knew that these bastards would go and fight on the Middle East battlefield?

They've gotten themselves into it; Iran is now a meat grinder, and its scale could even expand to the Caucasus region.

If Germany doesn't fight, it can control the Middle East, obtain resources and oil, and even sever land routes between Britain and Slavs, cutting off ties between North Africa and India.

If we were to be even more ruthless, we could hit the oil fields in the Caucasus, which are vital to our survival.

Germany can't function without oil, so how can we?

"Yes, we must fight. We can also seek mediation from the United States."

"A ceasefire?" That's indeed a good idea. The North needs time; the new planes are still some time away.

"But if the US intervenes, wouldn't Iran become completely independent?"

If Iran becomes independent, will Iraq follow suit? If this dangerous trend isn't suppressed, even Britain's Transjordan will be in danger.

Big Beard didn't want to do it that way; this was just a ridiculous idea.

"Germany has produced a Spitfire aircraft. Our I-15s are as powerless against it as children, and they annihilate them without taking any damage."

"Damn it." Mentioning this humiliating loss of lives was painful for every Russian, and the bearded man's eyes were almost red.

"A fire-breathing plane? What on earth did the Germans develop?"

"It's a jet fighter, the one Sean Wayne's been working on lately."

"Jet fighter jet?"

"Yes."

"We'll do it too, publicize it, publicize it immediately, our jet fighter development has entered the final stage."

"But we haven't started research and development yet."

The bearded man glared at the honest-looking Tie Muxinge and said, "I'm talking about propaganda. What the enemy has, we also have. What the enemy doesn't have, we must have, and we must be stronger and far ahead. That's called deterrence. You can fabricate some data for me to publicize first."

"yes!"

Churchill received news from the North.

"Has the Slavic jet fighter entered its final stages?"

"I don't know. The military intelligence service hasn't infiltrated the north enough. Their Ministry of Internal Affairs is everywhere, so it's difficult for us to obtain valuable intelligence. However, according to news from the Iranian battlefield, the Slavs have suffered more than 100,000 casualties in the past few days, and their air force has been completely wiped out."

They were even humiliated by the Germans with a score of 82-0.

"82 to 0?" Churchill's hand trembled slightly. "Are they that weak? I remember they were still using old-fashioned biplanes."

"Prime Minister, we also have biplanes, such as the Swordfish and the Gladiator, but biplanes can also shoot down monoplanes, as the Italian Air Force often does."

"Germany's new aircraft are just too powerful."

"A Spitfire fighter jet?"

"Yes, jet fighters. We are currently developing the Meteor fighter."

Damn it.

Churchill's worst fears came true: Germany developed a secret air force weapon.

This is outrageous! Won't they retaliate against their own bombing?

London is in danger.

"Send a message! Our Meteor jet fighter has also entered the test flight phase. We must not let Germany know our secrets."

"Let them maintain a strong perception of us. Britain's new fighter jets are constantly being upgraded, understand?"

I understand, isn't it just cognitive warfare?

On September 29, 1940, a set of news shocked the world.

The new jet fighter of the northern power has entered the final stage of development.

This is the first jet aircraft in the North and the second in the world. Its performance is powerful, with specifications several times that of the existing I-15, far surpassing its competitors.

The British Meteor jet fighter has entered its final testing phase. This powerful British aircraft is poised to utterly crush the German Luftwaffe.

The German newspaper Observer immediately followed suit.

The German Air Force has already deployed the world's first jet fighter, the HE280 Black Nightingale, and the Vulture Legion is circling over Europe.

The HE-280, as the world's first jet fighter, boasted superior performance, far surpassing that of any other aircraft in the world.

"My God, is the whole world researching jet fighters? Why don't we know about it?"

"This is insane! The Germans have already figured it out, and the British and Russians are close behind. Why haven't we heard anything?"

"No, we have them in the United States too. Sean Wayne, yes, Sean Wayne's P-86 Sabre fighter jet is a jet aircraft."

"Haha, we have that too."

"Sean Wayne, we support you. America must have jet planes too."

The American public was absolutely thrilled: "We are the world's second-largest jet aircraft!"

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