In this era, southern fruits were a rare commodity for most Chinese people. In this team, except for the guides Long Kan and Hong Yan, they really haven't seen or heard of many tropical and subtropical fruits. Hong Yan has more than 20 years of knowledge than them, and he can understand it in all directions with the development of TV and the Internet. Economic development, transportation is developed, and tropical fruits located in the south can be trafficked to all parts of the country. He was naturally unimpressed by the surprise of the warriors.

Hong Yan came to the south and saw that there was no reason for tropical fruits not to transplant a few plants into the fairy garden.

Hong Yan suddenly found that the northern sky was dark red, and it seemed that the ground was trembling a little. The light rain stopped, the fog dispersed, and it was possible to see the sky in the distance.

"Hong Yan, what's wrong?" Guo Jinsong saw Hong Yan's strange appearance and asked with concern. Receiving no response, he followed Hong Yan's gaze and understood what was happening.

The Chinese artillery on the east bank of the Red River is speaking. The cannon roared, earth-shattering, and the firelight reflected half of the sky. The Vietnamese positions on the west bank of the Red River were the first to be hit by artillery fire, and Gu Liu and Ba Sha on the opposite side of the old street were shelled at the same time.

"Wow, that's spectacular!" Qian Jinyu squeezed over to see the reason.

"Finally started fighting, MD blew up the Vietnamese little devils!"

"Okay, the war is over, there is no need to hide and hide anymore, I have really been suffocated to death in the past two days......" Shi Yanbin's unique urn sound was really loud

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"Eat and drink, let's get to work!" Guo Jinsong is also full of energy.

Hong Yan glanced at the captain, don't impulsively engage in a field battle. However, after eating and drinking, Guo Jinsong gave everyone a few brief words.

"The State Department has long been determined to teach Vietnam a lesson, and we have always done what we say. Just now everyone saw the burning sky in the north, and it was our artillery that was roaring over the heads of little Vietnam, and our shells exploding on their land. Our comrades-in-arms are risking their lives to cross the Red River.

Each unit has its own tasks. Their mission was to directly engage the enemy in a life-and-death struggle in the position, occupy the position, destroy the enemy, and teach and punish the treacherous and vain attempt to dominate Little Vietnam. What about us? We are the nails that the military department drives into the rear of the enemy, the eyes of the military department. Our task is to report the enemy's movements to the military headquarters at all times. So our task is not to take a few hills with the courage of the moment; It's not about how many enemies were killed, how many little Vietnam were captured; It's not about how much material is seized and how much damage is recovered. Of course, this is not to say that these are not important, but we must keep in mind that our task is to find out the enemy's situation, and if necessary, we will take the enemy by surprise. Even so, we will leave the battle and never lose sight of the victories we have won and the positions we have occupied. Got it? The last four words Guo Jinsong almost roared out, and the green tendons on his head bulged.

"Understood!" All the warriors, including the guide and Hong Yan, responded in unison.

This is the discipline of a soldier! There may have been many ideas just now, but once the commander has made a decision, they will obey unconditionally. Guo Jinsong, the captain, is still very qualified, and he found bad signs in the team in time. Whether it is a special force or a reconnaissance unit, it is necessary to have a correct understanding of one's mission and position.

At this time, the 190 Artillery Regiment, which was in shallow depth, had already received an order to prepare for a lethal artillery attack on the troops crossing the river. All the firing elements in the area covered by artillery fire have been demarcated, and only the final order is awaited. Staff officers are nervously communicating with the artillery battalion, the anti-aircraft company, the anti-tank company, and the infantry battalion to confirm the position and safety of the forward positions.

The head of the regiment, Ruan Zhong, held a teacup in his hand, looked at the map, and did not say a word. This is his habit, a habit he learned from his master. Ruan Zhong once received artillery technical guidance from the "Beikou" and admired the artillery technology and firepower of the "Beikou" master from the bottom of his heart. He is also a person who loves to use his brain and is good at learning, and after digesting the techniques taught by his masters and combining them with the characteristics of Vietnam, he really played a new level on the battlefield. What was a small artillery unit at that time has now been promoted to the commander of an artillery regiment.

He did not believe that a single Red River could hold out for a month, let alone that "one Vietnamese soldier is worth thirty Chinese soldiers." The "Big Brother Su" of the dog P only knows how to blow the sea and chop it, and what "WG" makes the Chinese army negligent in training and backward in technology and tactics. He also said that there were many recruits, many child soldiers, and that there was not enough training time at a young age. He had listened to the lectures of "Brother Su," and when it came to the practicality of military command and positional operations, he was still far behind the "comrades and brothers" who lived next to each other.

The blind optimism at the top has affected the concept and morale of officers and men at the grassroots level. So the whole of Vietnam is permeated with a feeling of self-righteousness and arrogance. Thinking that the seized $20 billion of Midi materials would have a foundation, and that with decades of experience in the war against France and Mi, there would be capital for confrontation, and it is ridiculous that they would be intoxicated with the YY of the "world's third military power" and not wake up.

Nguyen Trong has his own views on the situation and his own judgment on the war, but the military does not interfere in politics, which is an important principle for the state to ensure stability. Therefore, he can only bury these "terrifying" thoughts in his heart, and on the surface express the same views as everyone. However, a discerning person can understand at a glance that his regimental headquarters seems to be a little farther away from the artillery position. Of course, he can say that in order to ensure safety, he can better command the operation. In fact, it can also be understood as convenient "transfer".

Ruan Zhong suddenly tightened his body, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he felt creepy. He immediately shouted "hidden", then rushed out of the house, ran a few steps and then flew and rolled into the anti-artillery bunker. There was a dense shrill whistling sound in the air. Veterans who had experienced the war immediately heard the sound of at least 122mm or more shells crossing the sky and stirring the air currents, which was thrilling and chilling.

The cannonballs fell to the ground, and with a loud sound like the sky and the earth cracked, the strong flashes of light and the pungent smoke brought about the dancing furniture and broken bodies. The survivors had their ear drums ruptured, their consciousness dissipated, and they stumbled like boats in the middle of the ocean. After a few rounds, covered with hundreds of shells, the village was blown up.

The shell came from a strange source, aiming directly at the artillery headquarters in the village and within 500 meters of its surroundings.

"It's over, it's all over!" Ruan Zhong drilled out of the anti-artillery hole and stared blankly at the ruined village. A light rain could not extinguish the billowing fires and black smoke. He is the only bare-pole commander left in the entire artillery regimental headquarters! The instincts he had developed during the war had saved his life, but he had no good end if he continued like this.

What Nguyen Trong didn't know was that his artillery positions were also subjected to full-coverage saturation shelling. Since they did not receive orders from the regimental headquarters, they took it upon themselves to shoot back with artillery or move their positions with tractors. The strange thing is that the rocket artillery that was not destroyed was blown up by the mine, and even the people and artillery were blown up, and I didn't understand where the mine came from until I died. What is even more bizarre is that the surviving 85 cannon and 122 howitzers launched a counterattack under the operation of artillery, and the first shell caused the barrel to break. The gun carriage fell apart, and the broken barrel flew into the sky, and then fell hard, and several unlucky eggs became meatloaf.

Ruan Zhong was depressed, and couldn't help but think of the map that he had lost the night before, and it looked like someone had really stolen the defense map. It's just that I was careless for a moment and didn't realize that the other side was launching an attack today. Some time ago, the upper echelons were shocked several times a day, and several times issued orders that the other side would attack, but there was no movement. Isn't this the Vietnamese version of the story of "The Wolf Comes"?

Knowing that our powerful artillery has spoken, means that the infantry fighters crossed the Red River. The soldiers of the 10th squad also rose and had a strong fighting spirit. The team spread out in a search formation along the hillside to the northeast, separated by a certain distance from the front and back, left and right, and slowly moved forward.

There was a search in a certain area last night, but the battlefield is changing rapidly, and even if you have just stayed in a place, you have to be cautious when you go back. Through the occasional sparse vegetation, Hongyan found a small basin on the right. It is not so much a small basin as a small dam, about two kilometers long from north to south, and about one kilometer wide from east to west. There are villages in the north and south of Xiaobazi, and the southern village is Dainai. To the east of the basin is a hill of considerable size, lower than the point at which you stand.

The small seedling fields are lovely green. The terraced rice fields are ready for water and rice planting.

The formation of the squad was not far away. Thatch, reeds, and thorns are one to two meters high, and it is difficult to see clearly and effectively distinguish between friend and foe when separated by more than 10 or 20 meters. From here, the mountains to the west are high and densely forested, and the population is extinct. To the east, human activities are frequent, densely populated, and a large number of cash crops are cultivated

Hong Yan's divine sense swept over and found that on the east hill opposite them, a team was heading up the ridge path on the southern slope. It was almost a kilometer away from them in a straight line, and it was naturally impossible for anyone in the team to notice it. Hong Yan took out the Midi 8x telescope and looked in the three directions of the southeast, north and south, and the Russians were obedient, and the relatively high mountains in the three directions were shaking heads, and it seemed that they were digging fortifications.

Guo Jinsong saw Hong Yan holding a telescope to observe, and also took out a domestic 8-fold mirror, and his face turned green after a while. Obviously, this is the newly emerged Vietnamese army. In the north, there were also scattered armed men on the hills on either side of the path they had passed last night. Yesterday afternoon, it was not found, and today it was found that additional reinforcements had been sent. If you don't get through this line of defense in the evening. While rejoicing in my heart, I wondered if they reacted so quickly?

Hong Yan had read a report on the lives of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang, and in the first chapter he talked about the fact that on the first day of the war, the Vietnamese army leaders did not believe the actions of the Huaxia army and judged that only one regiment of troops had entered the country. It was not until 24 o'clock on the 17th that the National War was told by radio that it had begun. In this case, these reinforcements should have been assigned before yesterday.

After stopping the team's search and reconnaissance, Guo Jinsong ordered the team to move up the high slope on the west side, intending to observe from a high place.

"Not good!" Hong Yan's heart tightened, and more than 20 Vietnamese soldiers were coming from the south along the hillside. They looked rushed and nervous, but it didn't look like they were searching for a suspicious target.

Twenty men were not many, and they walked on a route north, about the same level as the squad. At your feet is a winding mountain path. Although one kilometer seems a bit far, Vietnamese monkeys are accustomed to walking mountain roads all year round, and it only takes about ten minutes to meet, but it is possible to find them at a distance of one or two hundred meters. Therefore, Hong Yan knew that the team could not move forward quickly, so it could only expose the target more quickly.

An encounter was inevitable.