Chapter 227 Asking for power from the commander of the army by stepping over the ranks
Chapter 227 Skipping the rank and asking for power from the military commander
The voice reached Guo Zhuocheng's ears directly, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Regiment commander, this is the last counterattack of the Vietnamese army!" They are about to flee, so be prepared to pursue! ā
"Fart!" Regiment Commander Gan Jianxin interrupted the call angrily, rushed out of the temporary command post with red eyes, and scolded while running towards the front line: "Little bastard! You say that the enemy is the last counterattack, and the last counterattack is the last counterattack? ā
He drew his pistol and shouted: "Comrades, the time has come to test us!" We must resolutely hold our ground. The people are in the position, and they will never let the Vietnamese devils step on the top of the mountain! Beat! Hit me hard! ā
Faced with such a short-sighted regimental commander, who had such an inaccurate grasp of the battle situation, and only cared about the safety of the children of some high-ranking officials of the special combat team, Guo Zhuocheng couldn't help but scold: "I'm cĒo your grandmother, with this strategic vision, why don't you go home and pick up the child?" ā
In a fit of anger, Guo Zhuocheng said to Sheng Guozhong: "Report to the next level!" Send me a telegram to the military department! ā
Sheng Guozhong persuaded in a low voice: "Send it to the division headquarters, the military headquarters has crossed two levels." ā
Guo Zhuocheng said: "Don't underestimate the strategic significance of our coming here. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't know the contact information of the Eastern Front, I would have to report directly to General Xu. ā
As he spoke, he picked up a pen and paper and hurriedly wrote a few words and handed them to Sheng Guozhong, and then climbed behind a stone in a huff, and made sign language to the sniper Song Jun who had just finished the sneak attack: "You guard the south, I guard the north." ā
Sheng Guozhong half-convinced and half-convinced to directly tune the communication frequency to the channel that contacted the military headquarters, and after receiving the signal from the other party, he skillfully pressed it: "Di-Di-Di-Di-"
At present, there are three types of communication methods for special combat units: walkie-talkies are generally used for close contact, walkie-talkies are used for medium distances, and radio transmitters are used for long distances. Now Sheng Guozhong is using a radio transmitter to contact the military department.
Both sides are under the noses of the other, and it is impossible for anyone who wants to play any small actions [sneak attacks, infiltration, impersonation, etc. are all invalid. Now both sides understand that either they will attack and completely destroy the other side, or they will hold their positions and delay time, and whose reinforcements will arrive first.
It can be said that both the offensive and defensive sides have not yet reached the time when the dog jumps off the wall, and they all think that they have eliminated.
In the Vietnamese army commanders, the advantage of the Vietnamese army is that the battlefield is inside Vietnam, surrounded by their teammates. Although the regular troops are either transferred to Cambodia or fighting fiercely with the squadron on the front line, and the only armed militia that can support them is the nearby public security tun, the combat effectiveness of these armed militias is not bad, at least stronger than the squadron that has not experienced war for more than ten years, and at least stronger than most of China's army that are recruits.
Moreover, the order for reinforcements had already been issued, and the armed militia in the vicinity was close, perhaps half an hour, perhaps an hour. And it will take more than three hours for the squadron to arrive here at the earliest. They just want to beat this time difference, and strive to kill these small Chinese troops who are bolder than the sky within three hours.
Guo Zhuocheng is a reborn, although he is not at a high level in the army now, but because of the memory of his previous life, he knows that the progress of the ** squadron is not going well, and the big guys above urgently need a breakthrough. Once they learned that the special combat team had attacked the strategic location of Nguyen Jia Tai so quickly, they would definitely order the other armies to go all out to come and reinforce them.
As long as the special combat team can hold out for a while, even if there are only a few people left in the end, it will be a huge victory, so he is more calm than the commander of the defenders.
Guo Chucheng quickly crawled to the north, and was almost hit by a grenade on the way. Seeing the grenade rolling down, Guo Shucheng quickly retracted behind a big tree, and after a boom explosion, he quickly continued to climb north.
The distance between the two sides was relatively long, and even the big man Zhang Jian could not throw a grenade into the Vietnamese army on the top of the mountain. It was also difficult for the condescending Vietnamese army to drop grenades directly into the middle of the squadron on the mountainside, and only a few lucky grenades rolled down the hillside before exploding, and most of the grenades exploded due to the fuse when they were still a long distance away from the special operations team.
A soldier named Cai Hang saw Guo Zhuocheng crawling over, and hurriedly said, "Captain, I can seal them here, you go down and rest for a while." ā
Guo Shucheng smiled and said, "My hands are very itchy." You take a break and let me have a good time. How's the situation with the devils? ā
Cai Hang said with a smile: "This group of Vietnamese devils is very timid. I rushed again just now and tried to rush down, but I was knocked over nine of our sniper rifles and then retracted, hehe. ā
Guo Shucheng said: "It's not that they are timid, it's that they are waiting for reinforcements." ā
Cai Hang was very dissatisfied with Guo Zhuocheng's praise of the Vietnamese army, and said: "They are just cowardly. There are more of them than we are, again on top, and the terrain is in their favor. ā
When he rushed to the 4th Heights in the early morning, this soldier was right behind Guo Zhuocheng, his face was pale with fright, and he couldn't imagine that he had become so calm now, as if he was not talking about the battle that decided life and death at the moment, but about chess played on the street.
Guo Shucheng smiled and said, "What you said also makes sense. However, they have more troops than us, but they are still insufficient, there is only a little more than one battalion in total, and before we even started, we almost wiped out two platoons on the mountainside at the foot of the mountain, and we wiped out a lot just now, I estimate that they have two companies left, which is good, where can they compare with our special combat team? ā
Cai Hang also smiled: "Yes, who can compare with us." ā
The demeanor of the two is like two thugs on the street bragging, and they don't seem to be in line with the bloody battlefield.
Taking advantage of the shift in the direction of the Vietnamese heavy machine gun bullets, Guo Zhuocheng suddenly became stern, he crawled forward twice, stretched out the muzzle of the gun cleanly, and quickly lifted his body.
"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Three bullets screamed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the three Vietnamese soldiers hiding in the trenches on the hilltop position threw their heads back sharply, and before they could snort in pain, they fell in a pool of blood. One of them was a heavy machine gun shooter, and I saw him slumped on the handle of the gun, and the roaring heavy machine gun stopped abruptly.
The Vietnamese army's deputy shooter, who was lying next to the deceased, shouted in horror: "This way! Snipers over here! Quick, towards ......"
Guo Zhuocheng did not rush to retract his body, and then pressed the trigger continuously: "Smack!" Syllable! ā
The secondary shooter couldn't scream anymore, bullets shot through his jaw and the back of his head, the remaining bullets carrying his straw hat-shaped helmet a few meters away, gray brains splattering in all directions.
Another unlucky guy was a soldier who heard the shouts of the assistant shooter, and after standing up, he repeatedly pulled the trigger of the AK47 and swept the muzzle of the gun towards Guo Zhuocheng, who was naturally unceremonious and fired a hot bullet into his chest.
As soon as Guo Zhuocheng leaned down, Cai Hang, who admired Guo Zhuocheng so much, hurriedly pulled his arm and said in a low voice: "Run!" Enemy mortars will come soon! ā
The two of them bent down and didn't run two steps before they heard the sound of mortar shells tearing through the air, and they didn't care about running again, so the two rolled down, and when they fell into the gravel pile, Cai Hang quickly got up, lay on Guo Zhuocheng, and covered Guo Zhuocheng tightly.
"Boom-" Two loud bangs exploded at the place where Guo Zhuocheng had just shot, and the splashed stones flew in all directions like raindrops.
The soldier lying on Guo Zhuocheng's body snorted in pain, and a stream of blood fell on Guo Zhuocheng's face.
Guo Zhuocheng hurriedly asked, "Cai Hang!" Are you okay? ā
Cai Hang groaned in pain and said, "I can't die." Damn, one of Lao Tzu's teeth was knocked out by a stone. Grass, wait until Lao Tzu doesn't kill him ten devils, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart. ā
Cai Hang was about to climb up, but Guo Shucheng grabbed him and said in a low voice: "The devil is angry, there must be cannonballs coming over." Quick, keep crawling to the side! ā
Sure enough, after two mortars, two more shells followed, and countless machine gun bullets, rifle bullets, and even grenades kept coming in this direction. In the outcropping area, the bullets were like flying locusts, the huge stones were shattered, and the dust raised was like winter steam......
Cai Hang, who was already hiding in a safe position, sighed: "I cĒo he is a Vietnamese devil, I am really willing to fight." Not a single person there wasted this amount of ammunition. ā
Guo Zhuocheng smiled: An old oilman on the battlefield was born!
He looked in the direction of the south. As he expected, there were several familiar gunshots and screams of pain overhead.
The firepower was attracted to this side, and the Song army in the south naturally succeeded!
The shells of the Vietnamese army immediately shifted direction and began to smash in the direction of the outcropping of the Song army.
Guo Zhuocheng almost didn't hesitate to bend down and run to the position where he had just appeared, and his body was lying in the crater from the mortar shell just now. He raised his gun first, and then suddenly came into a kneeling position.
To Guo Zhuocheng's surprise, the situation was not what he thought, and the muzzle of the Vietnamese army's guns was shifted to the position of the Song army, and a light machine gun was aimed at his head.
Guo Zhuocheng involuntarily pulled the trigger, and regardless of whether he hit the target or not, he leaned back sharply, his body flipped ninety degrees, and he fell down unusually wolfly.
Cai Hang shouted in horror: "Captain-"
Guo Zhuocheng crawled and hid behind a big tree, and made a "It's okay" gesture to Cai Hang.
Despite this, he was still frightened into a cold sweat, and he called it a fluke in his heart, and scolded in his mouth: "The Vietnamese devil is really cunning, and there are even machine guns aimed at here." ā
To his surprise, the machine gun had not been fired for a long time.
Cai Hang also felt strange, he quietly climbed up from the other direction, looked up, and was happy: the two soldiers were lying on the stones head to head, blood gurgling out of the bullet holes of their helmets.
He stepped back and said to Guo Zhuocheng with starry eyes: "Wow, captain, you kill two more!" ā
Zheng Zhilong, the commander of the 5th Army, walked around the headquarters anxiously, and from time to time he looked at the huge sand table, and said something in his mouth: "Incompetent, incompetent, it's been so long, and I haven't taken it down yet, rice bucket!" Don't kill a few ...... who are hard to kill"
Chapter 227 Skipping the rank and asking for power from the military commander
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