The sun rose, and Ali had never seen such a magnificent scene.

As a college student who loves travel, Ali has visited many places in Iran. He once stood beside the coast of the Caspian coast, watching the colorful clouds and the brightness of openness and freedom when the sun climbed from the sea level; he also stood on Mount Suleman in the Elbrs Mountains to watch the sunrise, and lamented the brilliance of the sea of ​​clouds in the intense morning cold and illuminated the beauty of the light everywhere; he also knelt devoutly beside Isfahan, watching the sun break through the darkness and shine on the marble sundial under the southwest wall of the "Qianyin Hall", in front of the shining and majestic palace, feeling the purity, tranquility and piety that Allah gave...

But these sunrises are not as magnificent, sacred, and so touched from the heart! Countless Iranian soldiers wearing brown and green uniforms cheered in a loud voice, looking at the Iranian flag flying freely in the morning sun on the front position, Ali, who was lying on the ground, remembered what the teacher told himself from the first day he went to school:

"That is my country, that is our national flag-" Looking at the rising sun on the horizon, Ali remembered the nightmare battle last night, the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, the platoon leader Azia, and his little sister. He could no longer suppress his inner feelings, and his tears flowed down. Ali lay on the desert with the cold air of the morning, clenched his fists, and let the tears wet his face. Facing the rising red sun, he sang a song in a difficult and sacred voice:

"The sun in the east rises on the horizon,

That is the real religious scene.

Baman is our glorious belief,

The imam brings the ideal of independence and freedom,

Deep in our souls.

Ah, martyrs——

Your cry for our pain echoes in our ears.

Continue and last forever, the Islamic Republic stands in Iran..."

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With the loss of the Abadan's outer position, a large number of Iraqi infantry retreated from the position. However, the nightmare of the Third Army was not over. At this time, a large number of tanks and military vehicles were crowded on the road to the Yani Ferry of the Arab River. Due to the panic and unplanned retreat, the troops were panicking and crowded together.

Now the narrow road is completely blocked by retreating soldiers and tanks, with panic and fearful crowds and tanks and car drivers cursing. Major General Omar Mustafa's jeep was also squeezed and unable to move. While cursing, his adjutant whipped the soldiers beside the taxi with the whip in his hand, asking them to give way. The whipped soldiers dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out, but tried their best to avoid the whip in the adjutant's hand. However, because it was too crowded, several soldiers holding the wounded had nowhere to hide and were whipped several times by the adjutant.

Seeing that these soldiers were so bold, the adjutant did not give way to the general under his whip. He was about to lift the whip and whip hard to teach these bastard soldiers a lesson. But his arm was suddenly blocked by the wounded man who was supported by the soldiers. The adjutant was stunned and saw that this man was a lieutenant officer, with several injuries on his body, and the blood was covered with bandages.

Seeing that the other party was an officer who was injured in the battle, the adjutant had to suppress his anger and shouted sternly: "What do you want to do? Didn't you see this is General Mustafa's car? Why don't you get out of the way quickly!"

The officer looked at the adjutant and shouted: "Sir, Allah is above, haven't you seen that there is no place to crowd here?"

The adjutant was already indignant, but now he saw a small officer on the other side dare to talk back, and waved the whip in his hand and whipped it at the officer. At this time, he heard an angry shout from behind: "Lazazi, stop me!"

The adjutant turned around and saw Commander Omar looking at him with an angry look on his face. He had to put down his whip in disappointment. Omar pushed open the car door with difficulty and walked out of the jeep. Several soldiers next to the car and the injured officer hurriedly saluted him, but due to the surging crowds, the salute was not standard under the push and collision of the crowd behind him. But Omar had no time to take care of these. Because of the great noise around, he could only ask these people loudly: "Which unit are you from?"

The injured officer replied loudly: "Report to the sir! We are from the 7th Company of the Third Battalion of the 17th Regiment - I am the company commander Janim Mahmoud!"

Omar nodded and asked, "When did you get attacked by the enemy?"

Janim looked back and pulled a soldier behind him over and shouted: "His name is Kamal, and he was the first to attack the Iranians!"

Omar looked at the soldier named Kamal and repeated his question, but the surroundings were too noisy, and Kamal obviously didn't hear him. Especially the two T-Ks in front were driving with motives and trying to forcibly break forward, which caused a riot around, and the infantry and car drivers cursed.

Omar frowned and said to the adjutant: "Lazazzi, go ahead and see what's going on? If anyone is disrupting the order, severe punishment will be done!"

The adjutant squeezed forward with difficulty. Omar turned around and asked Kamal loudly: "When did you get attacked by the enemy, how many of them are there?"

Kamal replied nervously: "General - the commander - at about 11 o'clock in the evening, they suddenly bombarded. As soon as the shelling stopped, the Persians rushed up! He was a little unsure of how many people there were. At that time, he was so scared that he only lay on the ground and shot in the sky, and calculated the number of enemies. If the company commander Janim had not seen him and brought him out, he might have eaten big cakes in the Persian prisoner-of-war camp.

"Report to the sir! The enemy on our position probably has a reinforced regiment, attacking from two directions! Although we repelled their first wave of attacks, due to the outnumbered number and the destruction of heavy weapons, we had to give up the position after holding on for 3 hours!" Janim added.

Faced with a raid from a reinforced regiment, I persisted for 3 hours? Omar couldn't help but look at the unpretentious little company commander in front of him with some admiration. "I'm not surprised when I am in trouble, it seems that this person is a talent!"

However, at this moment, someone suddenly screamed: "Helicopter - the enemy's helicopter -" The whole road suddenly became in chaos as if it was a blowout. Omar and Janim looked up together and saw three black shadows flying from the distance. Looking closely, it was the US-made Cobra armed helicopter equipped by the Iranian 6th Army.

In the mid-1960s, the 6th Army of the United States urgently demanded that according to the actual needs of the Vietnam battlefield, Xun urgently provided a high-heavy-armored heavy-fire armed helicopter to provide escort along the way or provide air suppression firepower for infantry. Because the fire-resistance helicopter modified with a machine gun at that time was not only slow, but also had no armor protection and was not strong in firepower. Therefore, Cobra "come" came into being. It was the world's first special armed attack helicopter specially developed by Bell Helicopter for the US 6th Army, and it was also the world's first anti-tank helicopter at that time. Its flight and combat performance and strong firepower were widely used by many countries. The enemy of the Iraqi army this time, the Iranian army, was equipped with a large number of this "flying death".

The panicked people fled in all directions, and the vehicles rushed to the distance, and were wrapped up by the people, and they became even more unmovable. Major General Omar's call for establishing an air defense position was submerged in the huge vibration of the rotor when the "Cobra" dived. The soldiers on the ground began to blindly use automatic rifles to shoot meter bullets into the sky, which was like itchy to the armor of the armed helicopter.

Looking at the helicopter diving towards him, the experienced Lieutenant Janim could no longer care. He used a wink, and Kamal and another soldier rushed forward, holding Major General Omar who was still shouting loudly and ran to the red willow bushes on the side of the road. The remaining soldiers carried the injured Janim and ran into the red willow bushes immediately behind.

The "Cobra" flying in the air looked at itself with great terror. The enemy who was scattered and the convoy piled up on the road for several kilometers, saw two gray smoke lines flying out of the leading helicopter. The "Cobra" long aircraft fired two anti-tank missiles. Its target was not the tanks and cars crowded together on the road, but the two Chinese-made Type 63 armored transport vehicles lined up at the front of the long queue. With just a sound, a flash of flames flashed the armored transport vehicles were hit from the rear. The armored vehicles without reaction armor, which were hit by heavy anti-tank missiles that could penetrate meters, were like matchboxes that exploded by firecrackers, and flew around, and suddenly became two piles of burning scrap iron, blocking the convoy's road to the west.

At this time, three "Cobra" helicopters drew a graceful arc in the air, scattering the black holes of the Lai Mi machine cannon and 70mm rocket shooting nest, like the sharp fangs of the cobra, revealing hideousness to the Iraqi army...
Chapter completed!