Nguyen Van Hung was knocked to the ground by the explosion, and when he got up, he was annoyed to see the busy machine gun position not far away.

The rocket just now happened to detonate some explosives that the demolition team was about to bring to blow up the opponent's bunker, causing a chain reaction.

Thinking of this, he angrily kicked away a soldier who was setting up makeshift bunker, rushed to the front of a heavy machine gun, pressed the bullet, and began to shoot at the top of the hill, the bullet pouring down on the opposing position with the anger and hatred in his heart.

Zhang Quanle was lucky enough to pass through the area of nearly twenty meters and roll into Xiaolong's position, and as he fell, he reached out and grabbed Xiaolong's belt, taking advantage of the situation to lead Xiaolong into the trench.

The comrade-in-arms who was talking and chatting with him a few hours ago no longer has the slightest sign of life at this time, but there is still a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are slightly open, full of remembrance and reluctance to the beauty of the world.

Zhang Quanle held back tears of sorrow, closed his eyes for his comrade-in-arms who had just known him for less than two days, turned around and looked at another wounded soldier, only to see him lying on his back on the ground, his abdomen was torn open a big hole, his intestines had already flowed out, his chest was lying together, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.

A rain of bullets hit the trees and rocks above his head, and the flying debris brought him back to reality, seeing the hygienists and the comrades of the stretcher team in the distance rushing here along the trench, Zhang Quanle picked up the weapons beside him, shouted and picked up the submachine gun and began to shoot.

More and more Vietnamese troops poured in, soldiers on both sides were already red-eyed, and from time to time someone fell.

Zhang Quanle's gun barrel has been red, the bullets have also run out, he picked up Xiaolong's left submachine gun and continued to shoot, soon there were no bullets again, his gunfire stopped, the suppressed Vietnamese troops immediately rushed up again, two or three Vietnamese soldiers have rushed to less than 30 meters away from the front line, both sides can clearly see each other's distorted and hideous faces.

Zhang Quanle leaned over and pulled out the flamethrower storage tank half-buried under the soil, carried it on one shoulder, picked up the flamethrower that had fallen to the ground, stood up, and pulled the trigger on the oncoming Vietnamese army.

A fire dragon pounced on the people coming from the opposite side, and the first two Vietnamese soldiers suddenly turned into burning people, and the screams were terrifying.

One of the Vietnamese soldiers who was hit has become a burning man, he just used the little residual consciousness to spell out the last bit of strength to pounce on Zhang Quanle, Zhang Quanle saw that things were not good and quickly dodged, and the Vietnamese soldier was directly planted in the trench and turned into a pile of coke.

A fierce battle has brought the strength of both sides to the end of the crossbow, just to see who can hold on a little longer.

Le Hong's assault platoon and Chen Xiaotian's fighters were already intertwined in a dog's tooth, and the distant fire support from both sides was no longer useful, and Nguyen Van Hung could only hold a telescope to watch the situation change on the top of the mountain, while Chen Xiaotian had already joined the battle group and commanded the fire to intercept the Vietnamese troops who were constantly pouring in.

Zhang Quanle did not retreat to the position with the flamethrower, but instead took advantage of the barrier formed by the fire just now, and continued to move forward quickly for a distance, lying on the spot in a favorable terrain.

He did this because he almost suffered the loss of this thing just now, they knew about this weapon, but they had hardly operated it, and the first time he shot, the powerful reaction force of the flamethrower made Zhang Quanle, who was not too burly, almost fall on his back, and most of the flames flew into the sky.

With the first experience, he chose to shoot horizontally again, which can increase the support force and let the flames spray farther, the reason why he moved forward a distance, he wanted the flames to reach the trees that were knocked down by the guns, these trees that were lodging down were not only a barrier to hinder the attack of the Vietnamese army, but also a stealth place for their attacks, and the most important thing is that Le Zi believes that there are still mines that have not been detonated before. Although most of the pre-set mines have been destroyed by the artillery fire and the demolition of the Vietnamese army, there are still many missing mines that have not been detonated.

This time does not give you time to think carefully at all, all actions and reactions are almost instinctive, and some situations even seem a little funny in hindsight, but this is the battlefield.

The flames that had just erupted had turned into thick smoke, and the Vietnamese troops who were lying in ambush behind them began to press forward again.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Quanle once again deducted the trigger, his fingers pressed on the trigger for a long time and did not let go, and the tongue of fire spit out by the flamethrower continued to lick these Vietnamese soldiers who were not afraid of death, and also burned Zhang Quanle's own body.

There were also several tongues of fire erupting from other bunkers, and the forward position suddenly turned into a sea of fire, some of the Vietnamese soldiers who were engulfed in flames let out a painful scream, the scorching flames destroyed some of the objects it swept by, and there was a scorching smell everywhere, and the burning of the fire also detonated some buried mines, a series of explosions came and went, and the fire accompanied by the explosion turned everything here into scorched earth, and there were constantly fragments of the body that were blown to pieces into the air.

The sensory impact of this scene was shocking, it shattered the last bit of will of the Vietnamese army, and they began to retreat, and Le Hong could not prevent their rout even if he shot the two deserters who led the retreat, and he was carried by them to the bottom of the mountain.

The reason why Nguyen Van Hung's battle plan was successfully implemented was not only that his plan was very feasible, but also that once the plan was successful, it would greatly pressure the opposing army to retreat, and then the offensive and defensive momentum of this line would change hands, and finally pull out the main peak held by the 469th Regiment -- Langma Mountain.

For a long time, Langma Mountain is like a boulder that can not be moved away to overwhelm the Vietnamese army, this is a rare opportunity, several support points around Langma Mountain have been overcome, as long as they take the 54# highland, the initiative of the battlefield is in their hands, which is also for them in the near future, the two warring sides to carry out communication and negotiation has added a very heavy weight.

Based on the above reasons, the command organ of the Vietnamese army not only met Nguyen Van Hung's requirements, but also gave Nguyen Van Hung strong support, cooperated with the attack on the 54# heights, and commanded several adjacent heights to launch an offensive together, the purpose of which was to make the Chinese army lose sight of one and the other, and indirectly played a role in confusing the other side.

The sudden tightening of the war made the telephone calls of the 469th Regiment headquarters come and go, and the latest battle reports were transmitted from time to time.

While listening to the reports of the staff officers, Wu Shan watched the latest dynamic deployment of his troops on the sand table.