In the early morning, the Iranian army launched a fierce attack on the Iraqi army outside the Port of Abadan in the early morning. The attack was not organized closely. When the artillery bombardment began, the main force of the Iranian Sixth Army had not yet been launched on the east side of the Port of Abadan, and the aviation army was not yet ready to support front-line operations in the dark.

But the courage and sacrifice of Iranian soldiers made up for these shortcomings. Colorful signal flares rose into the air in the dark sky, and the sounds of various firearms shook the land of Abadan. Immediately after the artillery fire, the Iranian infantry began to fully attack Abadan. The 42nd Regiment of the 15th Division, which was rushing to the front of the entire front, took the lead in attacking with the rain of bullets from the Iraqi army.

During the battle outside Abadan, the defense line of the Iraqi army was quickly broken through. The Iranian army's attack soon approached the Iraqi army. Their artillery fire was very fierce and the explosions of the Mi and Mi mortars continued.

The Iranian army could hardly see the formation of attacks. The attacking crowd appeared and disappeared in all directions. Regardless of the crazy attack of casualties, it instantly broke through the defense line and rushed to the Iraqi army. Ali followed the crowd of the 42nd Regiment, roaring like everyone else, and rushed towards the enemy's position.

The machine guns of the Iraqi army roared, and the crisp guns were also sounding like fried beans. Countless bullets drew fiery red trajectories, crazily harvesting the lives of the Iranian army. The most terrible thing was the four-barrel anti-aircraft machine gun made by China. In the dull and dense sound of banging, the fire dragon like the death scythe in the hand of the fierce god of hell swept down the Iranian soldiers in rows like cutting wheat. The soldiers rushing in the front row were immediately beaten to pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Within a few minutes, the casualties of the Forty-Second Regiment passed a hundred people. Looking at the fierce four-pipe anti-aircraft machine gun, Ali's platoon leader Azia gritted his teeth and roared: "Follow me--" After saying that, he hugged and ran towards the low-lying area on the other side of the charge of the flow of people. Several soldiers, including Ali, quickly followed him. Beside them, the gravel that exploded and the bullets that slashed the air flew over with a scream. Every few steps, the crowd of people charging in front fell down.

Azia led a few soldiers to stumble into the low-lying area. Azia pressed the helmet on her head, nodded and said loudly, "Bless by God, you guys are actually following you alive. I thought you were done! Don't stand stupidly and lay down-" Azia waved his hand and hit Ali's helmet heavily. Ali immediately obediently lay on the ground. Azia pointed to the soldiers beside her at the cheerful anti-aircraft machine gun and said, "Did you see it? That damn machine gun blocks our attack route, so I want to kill it, and we will touch it from there later-" Azia pointed to the bottom of the anti-aircraft machine gun, and Ali saw a dark crack, like a slightly larger pit, very close to the anti-aircraft machine gun.

Counted to three, and lined up two groups to charge forward, alternately charging to cover Azia and picked up the gun. The soldiers listened nervously to the numbers in his mouth. Ali held the grenade tightly in his hand and hit!" Azia screamed, and several people rushed out and rushed towards the dark crack.

After a few steps, the Iraqi army discovered them and the bullets immediately chased them. Under Aziya's leadership, Ali immediately threw out the grenade and continued to rush forward with the cover of the smoke and dust that exploded from the grenade. Just as the two of them rushed into the crack ditch, they heard the roar of the machine gun, and the three soldiers behind them immediately swept across the ground.

"Oh my God - Allah!" Ali covered his eyes with his hands. He couldn't believe that the person who was still being fired by machine guns was his comrade-in-arms who were standing with him a minute ago.

He stood there and followed me!" Azia kicked Ali in the thigh, making him wake up, "Take out the grenade, put the bayonet on the rifle, and rush with me!" Azia roared and rushed towards the anti-fire machine gun first.

At this moment, several Iraqi soldiers appeared and jumped into the crack ditch. An Iraqi soldier raised his gun and aimed at Azia, but the distance between the two sides was too close. Azia rushed and had already hit him, grabbed his barrel and turned to the side, tick-a string of bullets hit the stone behind Azia, and sparks splashed. Ali was stunned for a moment and watched Azia fight with the Iraqi soldier, but he didn't know how to help.

Azia tried his best to press the barrel of the Iraqi soldier with his hands, stretched out the bayonet on his leg, and stabbed the Iraqi soldier's lower abdomen with one knife. He raised his head and shouted to Ali: "Go and blow up the machine gun--"

Alimumu stood there, feeling his whole body trembling, his hands and feet were cold, and he had no strength at all.

At this time, another Iraqi soldier rushed up, holding an automatic rifle with a bayonet. Azia had just shaken off the body of the Iraqi soldier on his body and was stabbed on the shoulder by the newly rushed Iraqi soldier. Azia grabbed the bayonet and wrestled with the soldier. During the fight, the soldier threw away the rifle and took out the pistol, but Azia Teng couldn't take any action to stop it, so he shouted: "Ali! Help me snatch this guy's pistol!"

When Ali heard this, he finally reacted, resisting the feeling of trembling all over his body, vomiting and escaping. He rushed forward and reached out and pressed the Iraqi soldier's pistol with one hand. Azia held the soldier's arm with one hand, picked up the bayonet and stabbed it hard into his chest.

The Iraqi soldier spasmed for a few times and stopped moving. Ali slowly let go of his hand, and a wave of fear surged into his heart. The man was killed. He looked up at the platoon leader Azia, but saw Azia pressing the wound on his shoulder, and the look at him was a little warmer.

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"Boy - I owe you a life!" Azia said to Ali slowly.

At this moment, two Iraqi soldiers jumped up. When Aziya saw it, she shouted: "Be careful-" and pushed Ali to the side, rushed up, and stabbed into the chest of the leading soldier. However, the Iraqi soldier behind also pulled the trigger, "Dada--"

A crisp gunshot sounded, and as Azia rushed forward, dozens of bullets shot into Azia's body. He fell down, but he still hugged the other party's barrel tightly.

"Platform leader - Ali, who was extremely angry, picked up the automatic rifle with a bayonet in his hand and stabbed it hard at the Iraqi soldiers who were entangled by Azia. The Iraqi soldiers reached out to block it in vain, but amid his harsh screams, the bayonet of the rifle directly passed through the back of his hand and pierced into his neck.

Looking at the platoon leader Azia who was lying in a pool of blood to save himself, Ali could no longer hold back his tears and instantly flowed over his cheeks. He gently reached out and closed Azia's eyes, picked up the grenade on Azia's body. His eyes became firm and fierce. He murmured: "Plane Commander, go! Allah will bless you to heaven! Leave the rest to me!"

Iranian soldier Ali held three grenades and looked up at the roaring four-tube anti-aircraft machine gun not far above--

In the early morning of the 30th of the month, the dim skylight was already revealed in the east...

Major General Omar Mustafa, commander of the Third Army of the Southern Iraq Military Region, stood next to a Soviet-made T-tank, staring anxiously at the fires rising in the sky and the explosions coming from the front line. His heart was filled with despair and anger, everything started at 23:00 last night.

The sudden shelling of the Iranian army did arouse his vigilance, because after the Iranians successfully blocked the offensive momentum in Iraq at the beginning of this month, they had begun to fight back and try to seize the initiative in the war. Major General Kamal and the entire southern military region knew this, and he also actively mobilized soldiers to strengthen the defense line to guard against the Iranian counterattack.

But tonight he learned that there was only one infantry regiment attacking in the east, he was still careless. In fact, from his heart, he never believed that the Iranians could launch a large-scale counterattack so quickly. What else do Iranians have? Their tanks, planes and elite troops have been exhausted. Do they want the rookie recruits who have just joined the army to attack? That is a foolish suicide.

Therefore, he defined this attack as the harassment of the Iranians. He did not order the reserve team to be mobilized, nor did he order full-line combat readiness. But what was terrible was that he was wrong - the Iranians were actually only one group of recruits, using ancient sea tactics to attack his modern defense line, and that regiment was just their pioneer.

From the telescope, Major General Omar saw the Iranian soldiers who were rushing bravely. Facing the countless flames spurted out from the position, rows of Iranian soldiers fell to the ground with shells exploded in their team, and their bodies fragments and gun equipment were flying in the air. But they were still charging forward one after another. They rushed over the fire walls that were watering oil, climbed over the barbed wire wrapped around sharp spikes, and rushed to the position of the Iraqi army with flying shrapnel and fiercely straggling machine guns. The indomitable momentum deeply shocked Major General Omar and his officers and soldiers.

At this moment, Allah is with them!

Major General Omar Mustafa held his fist in pain...
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