Soviet Union 1991

(First update, this chapter will be better viewed with BGM such as "Grassland, Prairie Soviet March". By the way, I wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine's Day. If you have time, flirt with girls, and if you don't have time, read. The second and third updates will be after twelve o'clock)

A cargo ship docked at the port of Cyprus, with a group of special passengers on board. Disguised as refugees, these people set out from Mozambique and crossed the ocean to Cyprus. They were a special operations team employed by the Soviet military, a "volunteer" unit composed of former retired soldiers, the Penal Battalion and the October Battalion.

The Mediterranean climate of Cyprus made them feel very comfortable. After staying in the jungle where it was humid and raining all day long, they had forgotten how long it had been since they had enjoyed such sunny days. There are about a thousand volunteer troops supporting Cyprus this time, which is equivalent to half of the Greek troops stationed in Cyprus.

They will then be transported to the front line to fight against the northern regime supported by Turkey. Unlike other soldiers, these people are veterans who have experienced blood, death and despair in the rain forest, a violent machine created by the Soviets for war.

The Cypriot soldiers were surprised to find that these so-called African mercenaries were more like a powerful army than they were. They were skillful in their movements, loyal to 3 orders, and there was no trace of ruffianism in them. Of course, these Cypriot soldiers will not know that many of them are monsters crawling back from the dead in Afghanistan. They have been tempered by the war into the purest killing machines, but they have always adhered to the last belief in their hearts.

To defend the great motherland and people, as well as their Soviets.

After a brief rest in the rear, Sergeant Gordon followed the troops to the front line, Morford. This originally prosperous city was experiencing the baptism of artillery fire and war. There were broken limbs everywhere, walls riddled with bullet holes, the sound of shells whizzing by, and charred black corpses.

"Welcome to hell." Sergeant Gordon said to himself.

"Welcome to the war." Alkasha, standing next to Gordon, said to everyone. He had been on this battlefield for three days and had a general understanding of the deployment of the Turkish army and the situation it was facing now. The city of Morfu was in ruins. The suburbs more than ten kilometers outside Morfu have become a battleground. Both sides have invested a large number of armored troops here, and the two armored battalions of Cyprus have been dragged into the quagmire of this war. Tanks are destroyed or exploded almost every day. The northern regime's army, equipped with a large number of anti-tank weapons, is simply a nightmare for Cyprus.

"Today the punishment battalion will attack a small town on the outskirts of Morfu under the cover of the Cypriot army. This is the transportation hub for entering Morfu. The Turkish army has once again deployed a large number of tanks and armored forces. What we have to do is to thoroughly Capture the town. Destroy the enemy's armored forces. You are facing probably the most elite Turkish forces in Cyprus, which earned the title Armored Hell during the Turkish invasion of Cyprus in 1974. It made us feel very unhappy.”

"By the way, the Turks formed a thing called the Maginot Line of Defense in Morfu, claiming that this line of defense, let alone the Greek army, could not be destroyed even by the Soviet Red Army's Ula Charge. Today we Just tell them to get lost!"

Alkasha felt that the Turkish army deserved the title of Armored Hell, which was simply an insult to the Soviet Red Army. They had never seen what a torrent of steel was.

"What are we going to do?" Sergeant Gordon asked.

Alkasha replied without emotion, "The punishment battalion only needs to do one thing, to annihilate the enemy troops without leaving any behind."

"Where are our armored forces?" Gordon said with sarcasm, "Two T80 armored battalions were actually beaten to the ground by the opponent's anti-tank forces. Is it true that only the Russians can exert their effect on Soviet weapons?"

"Tank?" Alkasha chuckled and shook his head, "This time we are not asking you to charge with flesh and blood. We have prepared an entire armored force for you."

Alkasha turned around and led everyone to the camp. When they saw countless T72 tanks parked, everyone couldn't help but boil. The cold armor stopped in front of everyone, solemn and solemn, like a group of steel behemoths waiting for orders, preparing to tear apart all enemies blocking the Soviet Union.

Artillery fire tore apart all obstacles in sight, and the Soviet armored group combat will always be an immortal myth.

This time, Türkiye will tremble in front of the powerful combat capabilities of the Soviet army.

"These are weapons brought to us by the motherland, and of course there are even more terrifying ones. We want the Turkish army on the opposite side to know that even if the Soviet Union declines, it will still be a hundred or a thousand times stronger than the rise of Turkey."

Following Alkasha's gaze, everyone saw the Soviet red Organ Tornado rockets and the loyal guardian of the armored torrent, the Tunguska self-propelled anti-aircraft gun. These war weapons sent by IL-76 transport planes are ready to go into their last war. Although the motherland no longer needs them to defend, no one will take a step back in the face of defending loyal beliefs.

Some soldiers couldn't help but touch the steel tracks. After years of erosion, these tanks still retain the pride of the red empire. These armors, like those lonely and arrogant veterans, would rather die on the battlefield than let the years wear out their will.

Compared with the dirty human bomb attacks in the Middle East, the charge of the armored forces with great momentum is the real war, the red violent aesthetics of the Soviet Union.

Alkasha climbed onto one of the tanks. He pointed to the armored battalion troops ready to go behind him and shouted, "Comrades, we are happy to see you all here today. If we break through the 'Maginot Line' set by the Turks, it will be even better! Let's teach these Turkish cowards what Soviet-style war is!"

"They think the Soviet Red Army is no longer the steel torrent of the past. They laugh at our failure in Afghanistan. They think we will give in and surrender! But today, we want to let them see that the Red Army will never bow to anyone!"

The rising sun was imprinted on Alkasha's face, with a firm expression. He looked far into the distance with a far-reaching gaze. At this moment, two Hind helicopters just passed over his head. The airflow caused by the rotating tail lifted his military uniform and fluttered. The red star on the beret was shining under the imprint of the rising sun.

"Today, we will let them see the power of the Soviet Union!"

"The attack begins, Ura!"(~^~)