Speaking of which, the surviving Vietnamese troops were more entangled, and a round of sneak attacks and a wave of grenades caused the search company to lose half of its men. The death of the supreme commander stimulated their blood boiling, and they bravely moved forward to avenge the company commander and their brothers. However, without the suppression of machine-gun fire, how can you rush forward?

After a minute or two of silence, the three mortars of the Vietnamese army began to fire. The Vietnamese army under Heights 1 and the Vietnamese troops on Heights 463 began to move, intending to recapture the commanding heights and eliminate the despicable and shameless sneak attackers.

The Vietnamese army attacked upwards from two directions. Even with the faint flash of artillery fire in the distance, where can you see the figure in the grass? The grass is more than one meter or even close to two meters high, and it would be good to be able to see twenty or thirty meters away if you don't climb it during the day. If you squat, you can only see more than ten meters away, and lie down? I only saw the grassroots in front of me.

There is no need to command, the team members can't be stupid enough to shoot early in the morning to expose the position to attract fire. In fact, more than a dozen people have sneaked to the halfway road to ambush, and those who shoot are not allowed to solve it quietly.

"I can't see the firing position of their mortars, it's not easy to fight!" Zhang Yongping and Jiang Wei observed and compared for a long time, but they were not sure about attacking mortars.

Hong Yan looked at it, there was indeed a fire when the mortar was fired, but it was really difficult to measure the distance without reference to the background in the night. However, the two still decided to hit 463 first to try the position. Midi's 81 is a medium-sized mortar, which is more practical. According to Zhang Yongping's judgment, the Vietnamese army was 81 on 402, and 60 on the close.

In the dark night, Zhang Yongping measured the distance and adjusted the angle, Jiang Wei installed the fuse, and then held the shell. Zhang Yongping squatted down and held the bracket, "Load!" The cannonball in Jiang Wei's hand was put into the barrel, slid into the bottom, and with a "bang", the shell flew out of the barrel, and the flame at the nozzle sprayed out in a fan-like shape, which was very beautiful.

A few seconds later, the shell exploded at 463 heights, but at a distance of more than ten meters from the target. Zhang Yongping quickly adjusted the angle, followed by another shot. This cannon was immediately successful, and the mortars on the 463 heights and the people nearby flew.

"Move!" Zhang Yongping shouted. Hong Yan hurriedly held the gun carriage in both hands and followed behind the two to transfer positions. Sure enough, after the three of them ran twenty meters, two shells landed less than five meters away from the position just now. The mortar shooters of the Vietnamese army reacted so quickly? Is the level so high?

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen shells fell around the original position. If you don't dodge, won't there be no bones left?

On the second position, this time the two men were much faster, erecting the gun mount, measuring the distance and adjusting the angle, and loading the ammunition, and in one go, the mortar position on the 351 heights was immediately subjected to five rapid fires. Hong Yan sensed that the Vietnamese army was also shifting the gun position, but it was still half a beat slower and was bombarded in place.

So, they quickly changed their positions. The 402 mortar gun emplacements on the 81 heights could not see the flames at the time of firing. The other party was very cunning, and it was very hidden, and it was already beyond the scope of Hong Yan's divine sense.

Qian Jinyu, Wang Li, Song Weihua, Wu Honggang and others who were ambushed in front of the No. 1 Heights finally ushered in the stormtroopers of the Vietnamese army. Less than 150 meters from the high ground ahead, the Vietnamese troops stopped from time to time to shoot. The muzzle fire revealed their position, and after a few steps, they fell to the ground silently. The comrades behind him and next to him thought they had tripped and fell, and kept shouting "quick, quick" at their feet and continued to move forward over their bodies. After a few more people fell, the people behind finally felt that something was wrong.

But it was too late, and more than a dozen 56 rushes fired at the Vietnamese troops who were close at hand, and then there was the sound of "poof, poof, poof" bullets entering the flesh, and the screams of the Vietnamese army. The few remaining who were not shot immediately knelt down and began to return fire. The team members immediately crouched down and changed positions after strafing, and the Vietnamese counterattack failed. They have been targeted again. In the blink of an eye, all the Vietnamese troops who rushed up were lying in the artemisia grass on the hillside.

More than a dozen team members did not hesitate and immediately retreated. Ten seconds later, five mortar shells fell from the ambush position just now.

Hong Yan, who was next to the mortar, suddenly got up, pulled out a grenade, and threw it in the northwest direction. The grenade exploded in the air, followed by two screams. In the rear was a high mountain, with two wounded and Longkan guarding the rear. Hong Yan had already found out that someone was coming, but he hoped that someone in the team would find out. However, the sneak attacker is already less than a hundred meters, and if you throw a few grenades or grenades* to bounce over, you will be in trouble. He had no choice but to intervene to eliminate the danger as preventable.

How did he know that the two sneak attackers were agents, and he planned to learn from Murong Jue to "treat him in the way of others". That is, to learn the sneak attack tactics of the special squad and add some chaos to them.

After firing a few shots in vain, the mortars on the 402 heights gradually fell silent. The Vietnamese charge suffered a crushing defeat in the dark night, and the boiling blood cooled down and quietly retreated to the position. Without the company commander, without the support of machine guns and mortars, they would not have made senseless sacrifices.

Without the urgency of occupying the position, there was no need to attack, and the team was victorious to hold the No. 1 high ground that they had reached. Therefore, the team members are all scattered and hidden in trenches or behind obstacles, focusing on listening to the sounds in the grass and guarding against enemies who may be ready in the dark. Swarms of mosquitoes appeared in the grass. God, is this just spring?

The sound of artillery and gunfire suddenly stopped, and the night was eerily silent. The heavy smell of blood drifted away with the wind, and Hong Yan was disgusted with it.

"Ha, the little killing god still can't smell blood?" Guo Jinsong appeared next to Hong Yan and laughed playfully. "Damn, don't look very innocent. Just now on the 402 heights, those few things with thick nostrils facing the sky that don't know the sky and the earth also vomited all over the ground. Do you know what they saw? ”

Hong Yan shook his head. Zhang Yongping and Jiang Wei looked at him and Team Guo very strangely. After the withdrawal from 402, no one talked about it.

"Hehe, forget it if you don't know! Children know too much and are prone to nightmares! Guo Jinsong said with a smile.

Hong Yan didn't bother to ask him, and then he thought about it, but he was afraid that he would kill too many people in 402 in a hurry, and the corpse was not very good-looking.

"While war forges the passion and dedication of life and death, it also forges indifference, cruelty, bleakness and wildness."

"Alas, have you really become cold and cruel?" Hong Yan flew up to the branch alone and sat cross-legged. Thinking of those ordinary soldiers who were killed, he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart. War is a continuation of politics, so what kind of political continuation is this war?

Soldiers take obedience as their duty. They were ordered to rush to the battlefield, and the enemy and me fought to the death, either you died or I died. Naturally, there must always be a "convincing" reason and excuse before there will be a spirit of self-sacrifice and the spirit of preferring to die. Therefore, in the end, the soldiers on both sides of the war believed that their actions were just, for the well-being of the country and the people, and for the great cause of world peace.

What do you think so much? According to the historical trajectory, the Vietnamese soldiers suffered many casualties, perhaps they should have died in their previous lives, but they caused casualties to the Chinese soldiers before they died. So, what do you do yourself? Saving some lives didn't kill much!

Hong Yan was restless and couldn't calm down, so he finally got up and went out to find supper for the team members under the pretext of ensuring that he had enough energy. But in the second half of the night, the Vietnamese army did not attack again. It is not known whether they are holding out or retreating, or waiting for dawn to come before attacking. In the second half of the night, fog rose again, and the dull sound of the 387 highlands in the north became more and more thin.

At dawn, all members of the team began to strengthen their guard against a possible enemy attack.

"If you can cut down the big trees on the mountain and make some fortifications, it will work." Wu Honggang looked at the dense primeval forest on the top of the mountain with a face full of regret.

"What a good tree, it's a waste to repair the fortifications, if you cut it down and don't transport it back, I'll wait to build a house and marry a daughter-in-law." Shi Yanbin took Wu Honggang's words and said, no matter how you say it, it doesn't seem like a joke.

In addition to being vigilant, the team members are digging trenches. Thinking of the tragedy of the future generational resistance war, Hong Yan took the opportunity to go up the mountain and do hard labor to cut down big trees. More than an hour later, when Hong Yan came back, he was piled up with logs of more than 2 meters behind the No. 123 high ground, which was the best way to build fortifications.

The fog gradually dissipated, and Heights 1 ushered in the first wave of attacks after daylight. However, it is clear that the offensive forces are insufficient, and they are anticlimactic. There was no artillery fire except for the mortars on the 402 heights. Although Mity's grenades and bazookas appeared, they had a limited range and were named by snipers as soon as they appeared on the position. After that, there was no more attack.

Hong Yan took a good look at the No. 1 Heights. It is bordered by the Transyom River to the south, and the mountain extends from northwest to southeast, and is the southeasternmost point of several connected hills in the nameless highlands of Dainai. Highway 10 bypasses through the east and south side of the mountain, and the highway can be cut off by controlling the No. 1 highland, which can be described as a "choke point". The top of the No. 1 plateau is flat and bare, with an area of less than 600 square meters, surrounded by thatched and reeds, and a dense bamboo forest on the southeast side. The slope of the protrusion on the southeast side of the highland is gentle, which is easy to climb, and there is a steep wall of 4 or 5 meters high on the side of the road on the southwest side, which is not easy to climb.

At noon, they finally saw the Huaxia army passing through the rice fields on Heights 1 and began to attack Heights 402, which was quickly conquered with the support of powerful artillery fire. There was not a single platoon of Vietnamese troops guarding it.

"It's coming!" Guo Jinsong told the team members one by one, quite excited. The field troops need to be conquered and occupied, and it is naturally inconvenient for them to join in the fun at this time. Guo Jinsong received a telegram order, and the 2nd Battalion of the 116th Regiment of Division C would send people to take over the defense.

An hour later, through walkie-talkie contact, it was finally learned that the 2nd Battalion had captured the 402nd Heights and established a battalion mortar support position. The avant-garde company had already set out to search and advance, and the shells fell on heights 351 and 463, but the two positions were surprisingly quiet and did not receive any resistance. Sure enough, the remnants of the Vietnamese army took the opportunity to withdraw. They are not stupid soldiers either, and the more they fight, the more courageous they become. At night, they didn't even know who the other party was, and the company commander died, and even the heavy machine and mortar were destroyed one after another, and there were less than 50 people left in three places waiting to die?

"Lao Guo, Lao Wu...... Haha, I'll see you again on the battlefield! "The one who came to pick up the No. 1 high ground turned out to be the reconnaissance platoon led by Yao Jinxin.

"Okay, you're Yao Duojin, and your legs are long enough!" Guo Jinsong hugged him and punched hard.

"Haha, Xiaomei is very strong!" Wu Honggang also hugged and joked.

"Hehe, you're still alive, why can't I go first!" Yao Jinxin laughed.

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