regimental command post.

Regiment Commander Wang Fulai frowned, the telephone rang everywhere in the command post, and the front-line battle reports were transmitted back to the command post intensively through radio waves.

Every time a battle situation was received, the regimental staff officer would move the small red flag representing the attacking unit on the sand table in one direction.

More than six hours have passed, and the battle is still not over.

The enemy on the 1250 heights was unexpectedly tenacious, they broke into pieces on the heights, scattered when they couldn't fight, drilled tunnels everywhere like rats, and then gathered and continued to fight.

This kind of tactics similar to the guerrilla tactics of the Anti-Japanese War are very similar to the tactics of our army, although this stick to the 1250 heights is not a trump card unit, but it has also received the tactical guidance of the regular army.

Most of the grassroots commanders and fighters of the Y Army have studied military command at the Guilin Army Academy, and they have an understanding of our army's tactics, and they have also deeply understood the essence of our army's guerrilla tactics, and they have made those cowboys from the Americas suffer a lot in the US-Vietnam War of that year.

"Are there any signs of reinforcements from the enemy agent battalion on the 800 heights?" Wang Fulai tilted his head and asked the staff officer on the side.

The operational staff officer said: "No, Cai Wenming's Eighth Company's blocking is very successful. However, we've lost contact with Hachilian for two hours. ”

Zhang Yan took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and found that it was empty, so he said, "Commander, give me a cigarette ......."

Wang Fulai took out his cigarette case and said in amazement: "Didn't you quit smoking?" ”

Zhang Yan didn't speak, snatched a cigarette from Wang Fulai's hesitant hand, took a deep breath, turned his head and asked the combat staff officer: "Hasn't communication been restored to the Eighth Company?" Did you send anyone back? ”

The operational staff officer said: "There was contact within three hours of the first three hours of the general offensive, but then it was interrupted, and now there is no ...... news."

Wang Fulai patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder: "The special agent battalion in the direction of the 800 heights failed to reinforce the 1250 heights, which shows that Xiao Hei and they are still pinning down, or the walkie-talkie was blown up...... Or maybe the battle was too fierce to report the news...... You are the commander of the reserves, and you can't rush ...... When the 1250 heights are captured, you will immediately take the reserves of the seventh and ninth companies to reinforce Cai Wenming's eighth company, and now the front is a pot of porridge, and you will only get involved in the battle in the past, and it will not work. ”

A lieutenant combat staff officer suddenly jumped up from the command plane and trotted over excitedly: "Regiment commander, captured, captured!" The surface positions on the 1250 heights are already under our control, and the enemy is scattered and fled to the mountainside and the foot of the mountain, gathering together for some sporadic counterattacks! ”

Wang Fulai pondered and said: "Order the Eighth Company to use flamethrowers to clear the enemy in the fortifications on the spot, persuade those who can be persuaded to surrender, those who cannot be persuaded to surrender must be cleared immediately, and those that cannot be burned will be blown up by me, and the hole will be blown up!" Tell them to immediately fortify their positions and prevent the enemy from counterattacking; In addition, take off the hat and hit the heel of the fleeing enemy, and let the machine gun company set up the high machine on the high ground for flat fire, and clean up the grandchildren at the foot of the mountain. ”

When the combat staff officer turned to leave, Wang Fulai immediately turned his head to the col in front of the 800 high ground.

Cai Wenming wiped his face, and his hands were bright red, which was the blood of Wen Wen, the leader of the third platoon.

A minute ago, a mortar shell landed not far from them and exploded, Wen Wen pushed down Cai Wenming, who was shooting with a gun, and more than a dozen fragments instantly pierced his body.

Cai Wenming's ears were buzzing at this time, the gunshots around him were flickering far and near, his head was torn in pain, the waves generated by the mortar shells shook him dizzy, and a small shrapnel was injected into his left arm, fortunately, the wound was not very serious, but it hurt badly.

Wen Wen was lying in a piece of grass that had been blown down, and the bloody wound on his chest kept gushing blood, without the slightest breath of life.

Cai Wenming staggered to Wen Wen's side and asked the hygienist who was bandaging him: "How is the situation of the third platoon leader?" ”

Actually, he asked knowingly.

Wen Wen's injury, Cai Wenming knows it in his heart.

The hygienist shook his head with red eyes.

A kind of grief and hatred rushed to his head from the bottom of his heart, and he almost lost his mind.

The gunfire again intensified, and the enemy charged.

Cai Wenming knew that he didn't have time to grieve, and he had more than a hundred brothers with him, and he had to return to the command position.

In the col, the Secret Service Battalion of 800 Hills desperately broke through their defenses in an attempt to reinforce 1250 Heights.

However, Cai Wenming chose a tricky position to block - a ridge in front of the right side of the 800 Heights, where one side is a knife-like cliff, and the other side is facing a small col, which is the most convenient access to the 1250 Heights.

The blocking position is condescending, easy to defend and difficult to attack, occupying an absolute terrain advantage.

When the special agent battalion entered the small mountain col by car and planned to go to support on foot, before they could get out of the car, they were attacked by eight consecutive storms, and immediately suffered heavy casualties.

The battalion commander of the special battalion, Nguyen Van Son, observed the position of the other party and found that these soldiers on the opposite side did not leave a way for themselves to retreat at all, unless their main attack force captured the 1250 heights and waited for reinforcements, they could not retreat at all.

On the 1250 heights, there were also their comrades-in-arms.

Everyone for the same purpose, for the victory of a battle.

In this col, which is less than 100 meters wide and less than 500 meters long, the two Asian army forces launched a life-threatening confrontation, a battle for honor between soldiers.

The battalion commander of the special forces battalion, Nguyen Van Son, knew from the moment the first car of the convoy was blown up in the sky that his battalion was ambushed by the PLA army, and he desperately made the convoy retreat, but the vehicles in front and behind were all in chaos and were blocked in the narrow mountain pass.

In just a dozen seconds, he lost more than two dozen brothers.

He could only let his troops abandon the car and immediately look for cover on the spot.

Lying on the ground, he cursed the poor ability of the peripheral patrol force, and actually let such a PLA army lurk between the 1250 and 800 heights, lurking under his nose.

After retreating and concealing to regroup the team, he judged from the density of the gunfire that this was only a PLA army with a company strength, this veteran who had experienced the American-Vietnamese War and had rich combat experience made a decision in an instant, leaving a company of agents to deal with them, and he led the remaining troops to continue to advance, reinforcing 1250.

However, things are not as simple as the Vietnamese veteran thinks.

Two of his companies triggered a trip mine on another bush path leading to the 1250 heights, and the surrounding immediately reminded of the death movement of the Type 81 automatic rifles.

"! They don't want to die! Nguyen Van Son fell to the ground, hateful, angry and cold. A platoon of troops was lurking on the road to the 1250 heights, and less than five kilometers behind them were the defenders of the 1250 heights!

This is a deadly way of playing, as long as the defenders of the 1250 heights are aware of it and retreat back a little, this platoon is a piece of meat in two pincers!

Cai Wenming has a different idea, if you don't put a pocket in the col, it will be difficult to effectively and completely block the special agent battalion, there is only one road to the 1250 heights, and the path less than two meters wide is lined with countless mines on both sides.

In order to stop the attack of the PLA army, the Y Army planted various mines here that they did not know the number, and tripping mines, pressure mines, and earth-made wooden-shell mines formed a mixed minefield that could only be passed by the sappers who forcibly opened a path.

If the main attacking force can annihilate the defending enemy in one fell swoop, or the defenders of the 1250 heights only hold on to it and do not retreat, or are completely annihilated by the main attacking force, then this is the ghost gate of the special agent battalion that came to reinforce; If the enemy retreats from the 1250 heights, a platoon placed on the side of the trail will be dumpled in front and rear.

How to deploy?

This question swirled in Cai Wenming's mind for a while, and finally he ordered the platoon with the strongest combat effectiveness of his company to lurk on the side of the path.

War is inherently cruel and sinister.

Although the defenders of the 1250 Heights were local troops and agents, judging from the many previous battles, these enemies were known for their tenacious style, and the possibility of retreating was very small, and it was extremely likely that they would choose to hold on and wait for reinforcements.

Cai Wenming is determined to gamble, win all, and even if he loses, he can achieve the best blocking purpose, but the pressure on his company will be extremely great.