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Chapter 297: The Classic Battle

When Guo Zhuocheng appeared, not only did no one come forward to stop them out of safety considerations, but they didn't even have anyone to remind them, but they cheered one by one, scrambling to follow him and join the attack, and those light and heavy machine gunners and mortar gunners simply blended in with the other infantry and charged with other soldiers.

The most active is Zhang Jian, who has already been itching to rush into the pile of infantry soldiers with more than a dozen grenades on his back, excitedly throwing one grenade after another from a long distance, and receiving a wave of praise of exclamation and admiration, which makes him more and more proud and proud, hundreds of thousands of pores all over his body are dilated, and his heart is refreshing!

Tracer bullets fired by the special forces indicated the target for the tank, and round after round of shells exploded in the enemy's defended area, shaking the mountains for a while.

The positions on the surface of the Vietnamese army were destroyed in a short period of time by the squadron like peasants turning over the ground, and they could only rely on bunkers to fight back, but the role of these bunkers was very limited, and they often did not fire machine guns, and were either collapsed by the squadron tanks that were waiting for them, or they were blown into holes by the bazookas of the Chinese infantry. As for the machine gunners inside, they were basically killed by the snipers led by Guo Shucheng and Song Jun before they fired the bullets.

Crossing the village, the squadron, under the cover of tanks, began to attack the back hills.

Bypassing a small hill, suddenly a large stone on the mountainside in front was pushed away, revealing a square cement hole, and a heavy machine gun stretched out in a hidden fire point of the enemy, only to see it fiercely spewing flames, and the bullets swept into the squadron that rushed in front, several soldiers were caught off guard, and were knocked to the ground at once, three soldiers died on the spot, although the other soldiers quickly lay down, but the attack in this direction was stopped, and the soldiers were suppressed below and could not raise their heads.

This point of fire was so cleverly designed that the tanks could not shell its front for a while. And Guo Zhuocheng and other snipers were lying in the back place, limited by the terrain, their eyes could not be turned, so naturally they did not come here.

"What should I do?" A lot of people are in a hurry.

Someone fell on the ground and shouted: "Tank! Come Tank! Tanks are coming! ”

At this moment, Zhang Jian picked up a bazooka thrown by a fallen soldier of our army. Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy in this bunker changed bullets, he stepped forward and fired a rocket accurately through the fire port.

There was only a muffled sound, and the rocket exploded inside, spewing a puff of smoke from the square concrete void, and a cloud of blood mist and minced flesh flew out.

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Zhang Jianke didn't care what the situation inside was, according to Guo Zhuocheng's usual request that the enemy should be stabbed even if he died, he threw four grenades into this fire port in a row twenty meters away from the shooting hole.

With a loud bang, the bunker collapsed with a thud. When he succeeded, he grinned, spat a mouthful, and scolded: "I'm cǎo your Vietnamese devil grandmother, you actually play yin with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu won't kill you!" ”

The soldiers around them who breathed a sigh of relief laughed, but when they reached the remains of their comrades at their feet, they held back their laughter, and someone swept another round of bullets at the collapsed bunker.

Zhang Jian waved his hand: "Keep attacking!" ”

His posture of firing rockets and his ability to accurately throw grenades into small holes left a deep impression on all the combatants at the scene.

The tank ran accurately, and under the guidance of the tracer bullets of the special combat team, the shells were fired at each target, and against a target, it often only took one shell to deal with it, and no more than three shells were needed.

The passage of the infantry charge was opened by the tanks along the lì.

The infantry table was also very good, and they did not flinch in front of the enemy's dense bullets, led by the special combat team, and did not charge blindly. When the Vietnamese army could threaten the tanks, they desperately advanced and resolutely nipminated this threat in the bud, but when they encountered the enemy's hidden fire blockade, they would always wait for the tanks' artillery fire to destroy the enemy before rushing forward.

After Liu David and Zhu Jianjun came, this Butan coordination achieved an unprecedented smoothness, and almost never had such a tacit understanding. The cooperation of many parties can be said to have exceeded their imagination, and in their hearts they not only agreed with Guo Zhuocheng's command ability, but also involuntarily had a trace of admiration.

On the contrary, the commander of this attack, Guo Shucheng, was a little uneasy, and he still thought that this cooperation was a bit problematic: first of all, this amphibious tank made him have some scruples when using it, and did not dare to let the tank boldly intersperse with bold charges, and many times had to sacrifice infantry to provide a layer of insurance for its weak armor. In order to protect the tank, the distance between the infantry and the tank was pulled too close, causing a lot of unnecessary sacrifices. For the time being, he couldn't think of a way to protect the tanks and the infantry.

In addition, there is the problem of communication, the communication between the infantry and the tank is not smooth, and the communication inside the tank also has to use the walkie-talkie with low communication quality, which affects the play of combat effectiveness. Moreover, because of poor communication, the tank reversing is a very troublesome problem, which is much more troublesome than attacking forward, and it is very likely to crush the infantry behind.

"That's it for this time, and I'll slowly think about improving it in the future." Guo Zhuocheng thought silently in his heart, Guo Zhuocheng, who had changed to a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, locked a fleeing black shadow in the distance into the crosshair, and then pulled the trigger. The guy who thought he had escaped screamed, and slowly fell to the ground, rolling down the hill.

This one-sided battle lasted less than twenty minutes, and when the tanks and infantry rushed up the hillside behind the village, the sound of gunfire gradually fell silent, and only the smoke billowing everywhere on the battlefield, the ubiquitous blood and corpses showed the survival of the war and the cruelty of the war.

Just when everyone thought the battle was over, a very unpleasant, or poignant episode, took place: in the ruins of the destroyed village, a figure slowly crawled out of a pile of rubble, and a thin figure slowly sat down while unprepared, and dug out a "hail" bazooka from his side. Apparently unable to bear the weight of the bazooka, he placed one end of the bazooka on the broken wall, resting his shoulder on the back of the bazooka, forming an unusually strange shape.

The bazooka was aimed at a Chinese tank that had stopped not far away, and the tank crew members climbed out of the tank with a smile, ready to celebrate with the infantry surrounding them.

The skinny figure screamed, then pressed the trigger. It's a pity that because his body is too weak, he can't stabilize the "bulky" bazooka when he presses the trigger, and the guide rocket is far away from the target when it is launched, flying towards the boundless sky, leaving behind a black smoke trail and a sound of a warhead breaking through the air: "Whoosh-"

All the soldiers immediately fell to the ground, and countless bullets and grenades struck at the hiding place of the thin figure, and the sharp man heard only a scream, and there was no other sound of life.

A few minutes later, the soldiers who rushed up were only half of the attacker's head ♀, the face of a boy about ten years old, with a little left and no fluff on his lips.

None of the warriors had sympathy for this scene, the "corpse" that was not even a piece of flesh, and there was only anger and fear or rejoicing, until many years later when they recalled it, especially when they saw their children coquettish in front of them—it was really poignant.

It was just a small episode that made everyone have a false alarm, but the fighters did not dare to be careless anymore and began to clear every inch of the land with bayonets, looking for any enemy remains.

Although the battle was fought easily and quickly, the results were not small, killing more than 260 enemy soldiers, capturing 53 Vietnamese, including villagers and wounded, capturing 15 light and heavy machine guns, eight rocket launchers, destroying six artillery pieces hidden on the mountainside, and countless ammunition. Our troops lost 17 soldiers and 29 were wounded, but there were no casualties among the "old" special combat team members, and one tank was damaged and one track was blown up.

There was no time to celebrate, and no one mentioned yì to celebrate, and after the military industry and militia came up, the regiment directly under it immediately handed over, and at the same time filled the tank with fuel, replenished ammunition, and simply overhauled the tank, and after the soldiers had dinner, they set off towards Pheasant Ridge.

Because there were still their comrades-in-arms there, not a single one complained about the overnight march.

On the way forward, Guo Zhuocheng received a telegram from Jiang Li from the radio, saying that they had been rescued by the fraternal troops, that the road for the tanks to leave the village had been demined, and that 15 of the people under him had been killed and 24 had been wounded. On behalf of the remaining thirty-six men, Chiang Li insisted that the enemy be attacked on the 29th Heights with fourteen undamaged tanks, and that they would be rebuilt after the battle.

Guo Zhuocheng was excited, and immediately called back to agree, and wished them victory. Chen Yao, Liu Yuanchao, Liu Dawei, Zhu Jianjun and others were also overjoyed, and several people jointly sent a congratulatory telegram to the past.

Soon, Guo Zhuocheng received a report on the enemy situation from the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front Army, which gave him a clear understanding of the entire battle situation:

The 46th and 04th divisions of Vietnam have already been defeated by our army. Under the cover of the 46th Vietnamese Division, nearly 2,000 Vietnamese troops broke through the blockade of our small troops and fled towards Dong Deng City, which was also surrounded by our army. The troops of the 04th Division that did not flee in the area of Yeji Ridge have been completely annihilated, and the armed militia and police have been eliminated. After most of the 46th Vietnamese Division was annihilated, the rest of the division, under the leadership of division commander Le Ande, occupied the 29th Heights and put up stubborn resistance. But they are already surrounded by the squadron, and their destruction is only a matter of time.

The commander-in-chief ordered the regiment directly under it to camp on the spot and accept a new mission tomorrow.

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