0256 Laoshan Main Attack Regiment

One generation influences another, and that's inheritance.

The soldiers of the Republic have been reborn from the ashes, from recruits to veterans to recruits, and fresh blood has been continuously injected, casting the soul of the Chinese army.

Zhang Zipei made Wang Liang feel gratified, he chose a road rarely taken, the road was long and bumpy.

Loneliness and loneliness followed, the outside world was wonderful, and there were many temptations.

But think about the veterans who are buried here, looking at the old road in Malipo, as well as the crop fields, there are their shadows.

Forty years ago, in the summer, the young soldiers of the republic were busy talking, laughing, and busy.

Veterans like Wang Liang and them are nostalgic people, and they come to remember the years in the few remaining days.

Present their years and their time to future generations in the form of film and television dramas, which is the heritage of a nation and a country, and an immeasurable wealth.

Wang Liang was silent for a few minutes, and then asked Zhang Zipei: "Every day is to remove weeds and clean up, when a social group comes to pay tribute to the martyrs, you follow the veteran who presided over the memorial ceremony with a tape recorder and a loudspeaker, and then prepare pen, ink and paper, and wait for the old comrades to write a few elegiac couplets." The day-to-day streamlined homework, the good time, burned here, are you willing? Or is it a match for your original ideals? ”

Wang Liang wants to get an answer from the veteran, cleaning, doing some boring and odd jobs, meager salary, is this his ideal?

You must know that several of the soldiers who were placed at the same time as Zhang Zipei were all department-level cadres in the county.

"Chief, do you remember Deputy Company Commander Zhang Daquan?" Zhang Zipei did not directly answer Wang Liang's question, but said a person's name.

Perhaps, he felt that after Wang Liang heard this name, he would understand his choice.

Wang Liang didn't speak, and when the words 'Zhang Daquan' reached his ears, a dusty memory was revealed.

April 28, 1984, the main peak of the old mountain.

Zhang Daquan, then the deputy commander of the 5th Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 118th Regiment of the 40th Division of the 14th Army of the Army, led the company to lead the assault team to launch a fierce attack on the main peak of Laoshan from the front after taking the No. 2 position and the No. 52 position.

The 14th Regiment of the 40th Division of the 118th Army has another particularly loud name, the Laoshan Main Attack Regiment.

The main attack regiment, which had to rush to the front after the battle began, also had the most dead people.

In the early morning of April 28, 1984, the PLA troops suddenly launched an attack on the Vietnamese army's position on the main peak of Lao Mountain, and in less than six hours, they occupied the main peak of Lao Mountain.

As soon as this news was announced, the whole country was boiling, and the whole country celebrated.

In that era of supporting the army, the main attack regiment of Laoshan was a heroic existence.

"Our task is to attack the position of the main peak of Laoshan, the first platoon is the main attack, the second platoon assists, and I am responsible for support and cover with heavy firepower. After the battle starts, cover each other, organize attacks in cross-sections, and minimize casualties. Do you understand everything? Zhang Daquan once again explained the task to the squad leader.

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

The unanimous answer was particularly loud.

Zhang Daquan looked at the brothers beside him, and he knew that there would be many people who would not be able to come back.

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After the battle began, the soldiers of the assault team launched an attack with lightning speed, because the attack was sudden and fierce, and the Vietnamese troops who were caught off guard had to shrink their positions, thinking of resisting with the help of the tunnels they had dug in advance.

"Quick! Capture the first line of trenches and consolidate quickly! Hurry up, hurry! ”

said that he was responsible for providing fire support and cover, and after the battle began, Zhang Daquan rushed to the front.

After capturing the first line of trenches, the assault team launched an attack on the second line of trenches.

And it was at this time that the unexpected happened.

The main peak of the old mountain is actually composed of two mountains in the north and south, the north is high and the south is low, and from the map, the main peak of the old mountain is only one mountain in the south.

There is a depression about 100 meters long on the north and south hills, and the commando fighters must pass through the 100-meter-long depression when they launch an attack.

This became a live target for the Vietnamese army on the northern hills.

Seeing that the commando fighters had entered the hollow, the Vietnamese army moved out all the light and heavy weapons, swept wildly, and there were artillery bombardments, and light and dark fire fired wildly.

In an instant, seven commandos died on the spot.

The Vietnamese troops on the hill to the south relieved themselves and climbed out from under the fortifications in the tunnel, and instigated the troops on the hill to the north to flank the assault team in front and rear.

For a time, the commandos were pinned down in the hollows and were simply unable to organize an effective counterattack.

"Second platoon leader, you must contain the firepower on the hill on the south side!"

"Yes!"

"Signal troops, contact the headquarters, let the artillery suppress the artillery on the north side of the hill!"

In this way, the first attack ended in failure, and Zhang Daquan's leg was also injured by the enemy's shell during the attack, and he was bleeding profusely.

Unable to stop the bleeding and bandage, and endure severe pain, Zhang Daquan organized a second attack.

Under the cover of recoilless guns, heavy machine guns, and bazookas, the commandos once again charged.

Zhang Daquan held a light machine gun and still rushed to the front.

is not a TV series, and does not have any aura of the protagonist.

As soon as he rushed out, less than ten meters, Zhang Daquan's left wrist was pierced by a stray bullet, and his left hand was drooping, and it only needed to be gently tugged to fall off.

In this scene, every second, a comrade-in-arms will fall beside him, and the explosion will make his ears deaf, and he will not feel pain at all, and he will almost be numb.

The blood of the soldiers has also come up.

The left hand was useless, so Zhang Daquan simply hung the machine gun strap around his neck, and then clamped the machine gun with his right arm to continue shooting.

The second trench was taken with great difficulty, and the commandos suffered heavy casualties.

The sinister and cunning Vietnamese troops did not sit idle, and seeing the fierce attack of the assault team, they retreated into the tunnels and fortifications, called the artillery by radio, and demanded artillery coverage of the main peak position.

Dense shells smashed down.

One of the warriors' legs and arms was gone, and they were blown away, and the blood flowed into a gully in an instant.

"Ahh My leg! My leg! Give me a shot, please give me a shot! ”

Some of the soldiers were directly blown to a blur of flesh and blood, and the huge wave of air generated by the explosion was wrapped in flying shrapnel and smoke and blood mist in the sky.

It can make people fall into despair, perhaps, this is hell.

The soldier who had just wailed and begged his comrades to give him a shot had already lost his breath, but his eyes had not yet closed, and his expression was painful and hideous.

The position was completely flooded with smoke, the soldiers' ears were buzzing, their brains were blank, they didn't know anything anymore, they just wanted to lie down and rest for a while, to take a breath.