As the battalion commander of the Y Army Special Service Battalion, Nguyen Van Son didn't expect to lose so badly today.

At this time, his pain was no less than that of Cai Wenming, who had lost his comrades-in-arms, and the urgency of his comrades-in-arms who wanted to reinforce his comrades on the 1250 heights was not inferior to Zhang Yan.

At this time, his desire for reinforcements was frustrated, and the 1250 heights were already under the control of the PLA army, and on the 1250 heights there were his colleagues in the special forces.

Nguyen Van Son is very aware of the fighting style of the special forces, and they will definitely not retreat until the end of the battle, and the gold-lettered signboard of the agents of Country Y is not blown out, but played.

The two reinforced battalions on the 1250 heights, a full 900 people, are now dead and wounded, and the rest of the people are not enough to make up a company, which means that nearly 800 comrades-in-arms have died in the 1250 heights!

And one of his own reorganized special agent battalions was actually close at hand but could not do anything, watching these two battalions disappear in front of him, just because of the PLA army in front of him, which only had a company of troops!

Although this unit has performed brilliantly in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, they have not experienced the baptism of war in the past 20 years......

Along the way, the secret service battalion, which is famous today and known for its bravery and tenacity, was planted in the hands of such an army, which was more shocking than annoyed.

Of course, the commander of the special agent battalion of this Y army also forgot some fundamental problems, although this army lacked combat experience, but this nation lacked strength and fighting spirit.

The Vietnamese army is like a young master who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, defeated the old American cowboy who came to the door to find fault, and occupied the neighboring countries with great difficulty in destroying the withering and decaying momentum, and on the stage of Southeast Asia, they rarely encountered opponents, and after the US army returned to China, they began to swell, and actually claimed to be the third military power in the world.

Overwhelmed by the ensuing victories, they finally got the idea of this oriental dragon, and the Chinese's forbearance made them taste the sweetness at first, but now, he finally felt the power of this dragon to wake up and be angry!

He is not facing an old and decrepit country, but an unfathomable and great nation!

Originally, he wanted to annihilate this PLA company in this valley and avenge the death of his brothers, but the combat effectiveness of this company was unexpectedly tenacious, like a hard bone in his mouth but could not swallow, but he choked himself half to death.

Now that China's reinforcements have fallen from the sky, it is really the little fox that has caught the feather duster, the little flower dog has bitten the pig's urine bubble, Nguyen Van Shan is overjoyed, and the idea of reinforcing the 1250 heights and encircling and annihilating the Eighth Company has become a soap bubble in the bathtub, which bursts with a poke.

His communications corps brought him bright news in the midst of the heavy mountains and rivers: two artillery batteries belonging to a certain army were maneuvering here, galloping to the 800 and 1250 heights.

Nguyen Van Son saw a glimmer of light in the desperate darkness, the loss of the 1250 heights was a foregone conclusion, but as long as the two artillery batteries could enter the predetermined artillery positions, then a salvo could be fired here, and this small valley would be blown into a sea of fire, and the blocking companies and reinforcements of the PLA would become meat sauce under the large-caliber artillery.

Time!

Ruan Wenshan's thought flashed, what he wants now is time! As long as the PLA army is dragged and the artillery enters the artillery position, your idea can be realized, and the vengeful artillery fire will accurately envelop the bodies of those hateful PLA soldiers!

The PLA army successfully blocked him, so now, he has to fight a tooth for a tooth.

"They want to drag us here!" Nguyen Van Son almost bit his lip and gave vicious orders to his subordinates to fight to the death.

Seeing the redeployment of the Y Army and the beginning of a planned outflanking blockade, Zhang Yan began to realize Nguyen Van Son's intentions, and when he was at the regimental command post, he had already received the military information sent by the reconnaissance troops in the front, and there were two howitzer companies maneuvering in the direction of the 1250 Heights under the escort of an infantry company, Wang Fulai had ordered the troops on the 1250 Heights to consolidate the fortifications immediately after clearing the enemy, and pay attention to the defense of artillery.

"How many people are left in the Sixth Company?" Cai Wenming was most concerned about this question at this time, and he cast an inquiring glance at the commander of the Seventh Company who had rushed to reinforce him.

The commander of the seventh company looked at Zhang Yan and hesitated.

The muscles on the side of Zhang Yan's mouth twitched: "Less than two rows of ......"

Another burst of gunfire came, and the commander of the seventh company said eagerly: "We must quickly withdraw to the 1250 heights, we must be fast, otherwise the Vietnamese artillery will be in trouble after entering the position." ”

Although Nguyen Van Son's special battalion suffered serious casualties, it had collected nearly a company that had withdrawn from the 1250 heights, and it was obviously superior in strength, and it was unlikely that it would break through to the left and right flanks of the valley, and the only way was the road to the 1250 heights that were full of mines.

"They must not be allowed to pass through there! Never! Ruan Van Son stared at blood-red eyes, and the bursts of gunfire and rising smoke on the 1250 highland path made him feel uneasy: "Transfer a platoon of companies and follow me on the trail to block the attack!" You guys hold the two wings for me, and you must not let the PLA army escape! ”

A Y Army company commander tightly grabbed Nguyen Van Thanh's arm: "Battalion commander! No way! You can't go up, it's too dangerous! ”

"Danger? We are soldiers, and danger is the characteristic of our profession! Ruan Wenshan glared at the company commander coldly, and yelled at the signal soldier: "Go!" Just go! Or I'll shoot you!" ”

"Battalion commander, no!" The company commander of the Y Army was unyielding, and his hand was still tightly grasping Nguyen Van Son's arm.

Ruan Wenshan turned the gun and put it on his head, the pistol opened his palm like a god of death, and the company commander of the Y army did not blink his eyes, and he confronted him awe-inspiringly.

Facing the old subordinates who followed him from birth to death, Ruan Wenshan finally relented, the head of the gun drooped, he pointed to the 1250 high ground and said slowly: "Awen, there are my own brothers and my two cousins on the 1250 high ground!" They're all dead! He's dead! ”

Company Commander Awen finally let go of his clasped five fingers, Nguyen Van Son waved his head at the waiting platoon, made a gesture to move towards the 1250 trail, and disappeared into the valley with his platoon of soldiers.

The range of engagement in the valley gradually narrowed, Cai Wenming's sixth company and the second company that came to reinforce moved closer to the trail leading to the 1250 heights, and in the face of the enemy's superior forces, Zhang Yan decided to concentrate a little to break through.

A platoon led by Nguyen Van Son also made a detour back to the side of the trail and joined up with a company that had been blocking the attack here, and the Vietnamese troops on both flanks also began to move closer to the trail to form an encirclement.

The battle lasted more than an hour, and Nguyen Van Son's team had been forced to retreat to the edge of the minefield, relying on some raised piles of rubble to form a defensive line.

The stones were so hard that they could not even collapse with bazookas, and the Vietnamese troops hid behind the stones and shot at the soldiers who tried to break through, and more than a dozen people were wounded and killed in a platoon of the Seventh Company, and the defense line of the Y Army still did not break through.

"Blow it up, blast it all to the grass behind the rocks with a bazooka!" Cai Wenming frowned and observed for a while, then ordered his soldiers.

The commander of the seventh company said: "Xiao Hei, don't waste ammunition!" You can't hit it by hiding behind a rock. ”

"You don't have to hit them, just hit them!" Cai Wenming grinned: "You know a fart!" Behind them is a minefield! ”

Several rockets exploded on the front line behind the rocks, and the air waves and shock waves set off by the explosion detonated countless mines behind, these chaotic types of mines were like firecrackers for the New Year, and the chain reaction continued to explode, and the shrapnel flew in a flash, which was bitter for the Vietnamese soldiers who were squatting behind the rocks, and the sudden change made them not even have a chance to lie down, and some soldiers were hit into a hornet's nest on the spot by shrapnel flying from all directions.

Nguyen Van Son, who was hiding on the left side of the trail, also hung up the color, and two pieces of fragments hit his shoulder blades, causing him to breathe in cold air.

Taking advantage of the confusion of the Vietnamese army's defensive line, the 8th and 7th companies launched an assault, and the gunfire rang out in a ping-pong manner, and this defense line was about to be beaten to pieces.

Ruan Wenshan grabbed the communicator and shouted into the microphone: "When will the artillery enter the position!?" When!? ”

There was a noisy noise of interference in the microphone, and it took a while to hear intermittently: "...... Half an hour later...... You hold on to ......"

Ruan Van Son desperately threw the microphone aside, and made thousands of calculations, but only missed the minefield behind him, and half an hour later, the PLA army was long gone......

His gaze fell on the PLA soldier who was storming the defensive line, staring fiercely at one of the brave officers......

Cai Wenming held the gun, sometimes firing, sometimes single-shot, his marksmanship was accurate, just now a newly emerged Y-Army machine gunner was opened by his point shot.

There are still more than 30 meters from the trail, and if you break through here, you can rely on the Vietnamese troops on both flanks as a position, and the troops can quickly retreat to the 1250 heights.

Thinking of this, he seemed to see the victory of the breakthrough......

Suddenly, a crisp machine gun sounded, and Cai Wenming was knocked down by a huge impact, his forehead was hot, and some viscous liquid slid down his cheeks.

He found himself being pushed down, with a limp body pressed against him, and two huge blood holes drilled out of his back as far as his eyes could see.

Cai Wenming turned over, immediately pulled away the comrade-in-arms who pounced on him, and dragged him behind the stone.

"Old Company Commander——!"

Cai Wenming took out his first aid kit and tore it open, the triangular bag swelled into a cotton wool bag, he pressed it on the wound on Zhang Yan's chest, and pressed it tightly, but the blood still kept coming out like water breaking the embankment.

He panicked and yelled, who has a first aid kit, give me one! A warrior ran up and fell down, handed him one, untied it, and pressed it again...... Still in vain, the blood has no intention of stopping, Zhang Yan's life is gradually disappearing bit by bit with the blood coming out of the wound, his eyes are gradually dimming, strings of blood foam are coming out of his mouth, and his hand is tightly grasping Cai Wenming's arm, so warm......

Time seems to go back to the winter of 1975, on the military train to the troops, Zhang Yan's big hand hooked Cai Wenming's neck: "Young man, would you like to work in my company?" ”

…… In the Spring Festival of 1976, when others were publicly reading family letters in the row room, Zhang Yan found Cai Wenming, who was crying quietly on the side of the training ground, and said lovingly: "Xiao Hei, I am your company commander in the company, and I am your eldest brother in private, and the company is your home!" ”

I clearly remember that Zhang Yan at that time was also holding his arm like this, so strong and warm......

A heart-rending roar resounded throughout the valley: "I'm a fucking bastard!" Lao Tzu fought with you—"

The Y Army throughout the valley saw a rather shocking situation.

A PLA officer rushed up the trail as if he were not dying, and all the firepower was concentrated on shooting at him, this officer did not use any tactical movements, he rushed left and right like crazy, the gun in his hand kept roaring, spewing out deadly tongues of fire.

Many years later, some of the surviving Y-Army veterans who were present at the time said that it was really evil, and that Chinese was like a ghost, as if it couldn't be killed......

The Chinese's gun had eyes like eyes, and even if he ran so fast, the bullets fired still devoured one of his own subordinates one after another.

Soon he understood that this officer was coming at him, and Ruan Wenshan quickly picked up the light machine gun just now and hit him hard, and the Chinese's leg instantly bloomed with a bloody flower.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ruan Wenshan's mouth, after all, it will be over, no matter how brave you are, charging like this is simply sending you to death.

However, his smile quickly froze.

In sight, the Chinese soldier was still running wildly, as if the bullet had not hit him at all......

By the time Nguyen Van Son came back to his senses, it was too late to continue shooting.

The young officer had already jumped to his side, and his gun seemed to be running out of bullets, but he actually grabbed the barrel of his machine gun with one hand and pulled it to the side.

The barrel of the gun fired no less than a thousand bullets, and it was hot and hot......

He actually grabbed it with his hands?

When Nguyen Van Son was still shocked in disbelief, he saw the Type 56 spear, many officers and soldiers of the PLA like to bring this kind of thing, the unique and iconic Mitsubishi blood trough, a cold light in the sun......

Is this human?

This was the last thought that crossed the mind of Nguyen Van Son, the commander of the Y-Army Special Agent Battalion.