Chapter Twenty-Nine: Breakthrough

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Breakthrough

The diving unit set off at one o'clock in the evening, which should be the time when the enemy sleeps most soundly. Prior to this, in order to ensure the safety of the diving troops, we also deliberately sent several troops to the Nagang River to fetch water, and there was no danger in walking back and forth three times, so that the diving troops took their equipment on the road. The soldiers laughed and said that the Yue devil must have scared me during the day.

But I don't think so. Because I know that in this day and age there is a weapon called night vision. When the U.S. military withdrew from the Vietnam War, it left a large amount of American-style equipment here, so as the third division of the Vietnamese army's ace unit, it will definitely have this kind of weapon in its hands.

So I believe that the reason why the Vietnamese army did not act at night was not because they were afraid of me, but because they felt that it was unnecessary. Just as the soldiers thought before, our two companies plus more than 20 tanks have long been surrounded by them like iron buckets, and the Vietnamese army can destroy us at any time. In addition, I know that there is a sniper master like me in our army, so I really can't afford to take this risk with a precious sniper.

But what they don't know is that they are too underestimated and too taken for granted. In everything on the battlefield, there is no such thing as "victory" until the last moment.

The diving team members carried diving equipment and dozens of kilograms of TNT explosives. Of course, the explosives were waterproof and cushioned to neutralize their weight in the water.

But I didn't see any of this, because it was Battalion Commander Wu and a few of his tank men who saw them off, and their task was to cover the divers and help them get diving bottles, explosives, and other tools into the water, and then returned.

To be honest, I was still a little nervous at this point. Because I know that once a diver is in the water, the chances of being spotted are very small. It is also very safe to plant explosives at the Ban Ung Dam, even if the Vietnamese army has arranged for manpower to guard and patrol the dam, but people's directional thinking is like this, they always focus on the jungle on both sides of the river bank or something, and do not think that someone will come out of the water and plant explosives in the dam under their noses......

So, the most dangerous place is actually the moment before entering the water. The whole time, I was in the sniper position above the high ground, staring closely at the thatch on the opposite side. Although it is difficult to spot an enemy from a distance of 600 meters on this moonlit night, if an enemy fires, I can fight back with the fire from the muzzle of the opponent's gun.

However, my worries were obviously unfounded, because it was not long before I found out that Captain Wu and the others had returned.

"Is it going well?" I asked casually.

"Hmm" Head Wu nodded, and then sighed heavily: "They are all good comrades."

I can understand Commander Wu's feelings, life and death on the battlefield are beyond our control and unpredictable, but at this time, life and death seem to be a foregone conclusion and can be predicted. It's like people with cancer who know how long they have to live, and it's often more uncomfortable.

Is there any hope that those divers will survive? I have to admit that the chances of surviving are slim, because they have to make sure that the explosives explode without the enemy detecting them. Otherwise, the enemy will soon guess from their wetsuits that the dam has been tricked and dismantled the explosives in time.

Commander Wu looked at the watch on his wrist, and then gave an order to a tank soldier beside him: "Action"

"Yes," the tankman replied, and with a few men he galloped towards his tank, and then started the engine. The rumbling sound of the motor startled the sleeping birds in the jungle to flutter and flutter in a 'chaotic manner'. The Vietnamese were apparently awakened by our commotion and fired several flares at our positions with mortars. But we didn't care about this at all, and still took care of ourselves and introduced the tanks one by one into the jungle of the highlands.

The Vietnamese army who saw this scene would surely be wondering: how could these Chinese soldiers pull their tanks up the heights? Isn't this self-defeating?

But what they don't know is that sometimes a dead end is a living road.

Vietnam's climate is characterized by dry and rainy seasons. The following year, March is the dry season, when there is less rainfall. The rainy season is from April to October, when the rainfall is abundant, and the river is flooded with rain and rain. It is precisely for this reason that the time for the launch of the self-defense counterattack was launched on February 17. Because the plan for this battle is to fight for three weeks, starting on February 17, it can end before the rainy season begins.

The role of reservoirs is to store water during the rainy season for use during the dry season. Because of the clear boundaries between the rainy and dry seasons and the long time intervals in Vietnam, reservoirs are generally built relatively large.

Of course, I also hope that the bigger the Ban Weng Reservoir upstream is, the better, the bigger the reservoir, the more water can be stored, and the more powerful the water will be washed down, right? But I still don't want the water to wash down our Type 63 tanks in one go. After all, the Type 63 tank can be suspended in the water, and when the water comes, it will all follow the 'wave' and be uncontrollable, which is not what I wanted. That's why I'm going to drive the tank high.

It was not easy to drive the tanks high in the night, and although we had already made the necessary repairs to the heights during the day, and despite the fact that there were tanks in front of us one by one, there was still an accident: the tracks of a tank got stuck in a large pit and could not get out for half a day.

"The people inside are all coming out for me and pushing this tank down the mountain," Battalion Commander Wu ordered.

It was the right decision, because it blocked the path of a dozen tanks behind, and time seemed to be running out.

"No," the commander came out of it: "If we push the tank down the mountain, what will we use to fight?" We disagree"

"If you don't agree, you have to agree, this is an order," Battalion Commander Wu was a little angry.

"If you want to push, you will push" The commander was also stubborn, and as soon as his head tilted, he said: "Anyway, we just won't come out, and if we want to die, we will die with the tank, which is also an order"

"You ......" Battalion Commander Wu was so angry with him that he couldn't do anything, and it seemed that "people are in the tank" is also a saying in the tank battalion.

I didn't say anything, I climbed into the tank in a few steps, grabbed a grenade and pretended to pull the string, and threw it into the tank compartment before they could see it......

"You're crazy," the captain shouted, and in a few clicks he jumped off the tank and lay on the ground, and several soldiers in the tank also crawled out in a panic, and even the other people next to me looked at me dumbfounded. But after waiting for a while, the grenade didn't explode, so they seemed to understand something, and when they looked at the embarrassed appearance of the tankmen, they couldn't help laughing.

The Type 63 tank was quickly pushed away, watching it clumsily turn over a few times on the inclined plane, and then slammed into a stone with a "bang", and the soldiers were all a little distressed, especially those tank soldiers, who looked as if they had cut a piece of 'meat' on them.

But what can be done? Didn't those Type 59 medium tanks have to be abandoned? People's lives are almost unsaved, and still clinging to this pile of tools is undoubtedly the most stupid way to do it.

As soon as the tanks drove to the high ground, the fighters were ready on our orders. The Type 63 tank crew has a total of four people, two soldiers are stuffed inside, and four or five soldiers are carried outside, so that each tank can carry about ten people, 24 Type 63 tanks carry a total of about 240 people, and the rest of the old brains are all crammed into the two Type 77 amphibious transport vehicles.

And...... Every infantryman who was carried outside the tank was required to be tied to the tank with a backpack strap. This made my soldiers a little incomprehensible.

"Company Commander" Yang Songjian reluctantly tied himself to the tank according to the order, and asked hesitantly on the other side: "What are we doing here?" Really want to tie to a tank to fight? ”

"Yes, company commander" Yang Songjian opened his mouth, and the soldiers asked one by one: "When we came, didn't we see those comrades who died on the tank?" So miserable, why are we still tied up ourselves? ”

"If you are told to tie up, what are you doing so much?" As soon as I put my face down, I yelled at them: "Did you scare the comrades who died on the tank?" I'm telling you, you can tie as much as you want for me, and if something goes wrong because you don't tie it tightly, don't blame me."

"Yes" The soldiers didn't say anything more when they heard me say this, but I still saw some doubts in their eyes.

Yes, tie yourself to a tank, in the event of an enemy attack...... If nothing else, the rockets exploded at the tanks, and even if they weren't hit by shrapnel, they would have been killed. This is obviously a practice that does not conform to the actual situation on the battlefield.

It's just that what the soldiers didn't know was that this time we were not walking on land, but also on a rough waterway...... If they drop the tank, they'll be almost dead.

I didn't explain much to them, I took out a backpack strap and tied it to myself......

"Company Commander"

"Company Commander ......"

Seeing this, the soldiers couldn't help but be shocked, and they all turned their heads to look at me.

"What are you looking at?" I shouted at the soldiers, "If you want to die, everyone will die together, and you will tie me tightly, and whoever doesn't tie it up is a bad seed."

"Yes," the warriors replied loudly, their hands moving much faster in an instant.

The hometown man took a backpack to me and whispered while tying it up: "I know what the hell you kid must be doing, but I don't know what you're doing when I guess my head?" Hey, can you give me some hints? ”

"You think you're guessing a riddle?" I couldn't help but be a little amused when I heard this.

"You should just guess the riddle," the hometown man replied with a wry smile, "I can't guess the ...... who is so panicked."

I said one word in an unfathomable way: "water"

"Water?" The hometown people looked around in a daze, thought for a while, and finally shook their heads: "Where is there water here?" What does it have to do with water? The more you prompt me, the more I don't understand......"

"You'd better '' less snacks," I smiled, took out my sniper rifle and did one last check, saying, "You can't go wrong with being ready for battle"

The hometown man scratched his head, reluctantly pressed the bullet for his rifle, and followed me to the tank.

As the minutes ticked by, the Vietnamese seemed to want to find out what we were doing, so flares came at us one after another. And it seems that several reconnaissance units were sent to reconnoiter at close range, because through the gaps in the leaves, I faintly saw several Vietnamese soldiers scurrying in the jungle in the bright light of flares.

To be honest, at this point I had the urge to pull the trigger and 'shoot' them. But I didn't do it in the end, because I didn't want to make a fuss at this time, and they weren't worth it. As soon as the flood comes, they will soon be dead, so there is really no need to waste bullets for them.

The surroundings soon fell silent, except for the sound of Vietnamese mortars firing flares and the footsteps of Vietnamese scouts, sometimes a gust of wind blowing, and a few faint sounds of Vietnamese 'hand' conversation. But they tossed for a while and found nothing, and then retreated into the jungle again.

The awakened bird fluttered and fluttered home, the cricket made its annoying cry again, and the world seemed to return to its original form.

But at this moment, there were several loud bangs of "boom ......", and the whole high ground shook like a gust of wind, and the birds were once again frightened and flew around, and the leaves also fell with the swish. Then there was a "whoosh......

"Water is really water...... "The hometown finally understood at this time, and laughed: "I really convinced you, how could I think of this trick"

Before we could finish speaking, a large 'wave' rushed over, and in an instant we were drowning out the tank position where we had been, and then the water level rose at an alarming rate, and in a short time it rose to the position where our tank was.

The "departure" walkie-talkie heard the voice of Battalion Commander Wu's command, and the tank started its engine again and slowly drove towards those surging 'waves'. With the sound of water, the Type 63 tank was like a crocodile, which 'stirred' up a piece of water and 'flower' into the water. Then, in the moonlight, there was a long line heading towards Naoka Kawara's location.

This was accompanied by bursts of cheers from the warriors. Originally, they did not hold out the hope of breaking out of the encirclement, but when they suddenly saw this big flood, they could not only open up a way for us to survive, but also wash the Vietnamese army to pieces, and they were all ecstatic.

There were even some soldiers shouting into the jungle where the Vietnamese army was:

"The devils, let's bring you more water to drink."

"I know how powerful our company commander Cui is, and I know how powerful the best of us are."

……

Although the speed of the Type 63 tank was not fast, the speed of the water was very fast, and soon the tank team drove into the position of the Nagang River with the sound of rumbling motors. In fact, no one could recognize that this was the Nagang River, because the surrounding area was full of water for several hundred meters.

"Look at the devil," one of the fighters shouted, and everyone turned their eyes in the direction he was pointing.

Really, under the moonlight, there were several Vietnamese soldiers struggling up and down in the water.

The gunfire soon rang out, and a volley of bullets whistled towards the Vietnamese soldiers, and the water soon turned red.

I didn't give an order, in fact I didn't have time to give an order at all, and the soldiers used another method to express their hatred to these Vietnamese soldiers.

One of the things I couldn't bear to see was a big tree that washed down from the upstream, and there were four or five Vietnamese soldiers faintly hugging it, three of whom were 'women', and they were not dressed yet.

I think they should be the so-called "laundry workers" who do laundry during the day and sleep with the soldiers at night, I should say that I still have pity for people of their status, because I don't think anyone will be willing to do such a thing.

But the soldiers who were almost trapped by the Vietnamese army didn't care so much, although they were naked, although they kept waving at the soldiers, shouting: "Go float and float (help)...... but still could not stop the soldiers from 'shooting' bullets at them

Looking at the Vietnamese 'female' soldiers who had been killed, I turned my gaze to Li Shui 'Bo' who was in a tank in front of me. It was found that he had not fired a shot, and that his face was less painful than it should be, but that he had just watched it all coldly in the pale moonlight.

I didn't stop the soldiers, the battlefield has its cruel side, and when these Vietnamese soldiers besieged us, they didn't play with us like cat and mouse. And I also know that if we lose this time, it is very likely that we will live or die at their hands. Now that they have lost, they will have to pay for their failures.

As I had imagined, when the reservoir was bombed and flooded everywhere, the Vietnamese army could not stop us from breaking through. If there is one, it is only those Vietnamese soldiers in the water. It's just that I think they didn't come to stop us, but to practice our marksmanship.

The tank drove down with the 'rapid' current for nearly half an hour before finding a suitable position to land. As soon as they landed ashore, the soldiers untied their backpacks, jumped off the tanks, and hugged each other tightly, whether they knew each other or not, and some even cried loudly.

has experienced life and death together, and now for the rest of their lives, that kind of feeling is naturally not understandable to ordinary people.

At this time, a correspondent jumped out of the tank with a walkie-talkie, and then handed the microphone to me and said, "It's Regiment Commander Zhang."

"Hmm" I looked at the sky, and it was still pitch black, and I wondered why Head Zhang could contact me at this time.

casually took the phone and fed it, and there was an angry roar from Regiment Commander Zhang on the other end of the phone: "Okay, you Cui Wei, you dare to conceal the military situation I just received news from my superiors that the two regiments of the Vietnamese army besieging you are also ace troops......

"Report to Commander Zhang" I replied easily: "We have broken through, if it goes well, we can reach the 339 Heights before dawn"

"What...... What the? Already broke through? On the other end of the phone, there was a disbelieving answer from Captain Zhang.