Lieutenant Colonel M. Prashad of the 1st Sikh Wing, watched as his brave and stupid soldiers fell one by one in the face of the powerful firepower of the Squadron.

He was so anxious that he shouted to the soldiers, "Danger! Take cover! Lie down!. ”

"Da, da, da" Several bullets hit the stone he was hiding. After hearing Lieutenant Colonel Prashad's order, only a few Sikh soldiers fell to the ground. Lieutenant Colonel Prashad saw a larger stone on his right, five meters away from him, and then he turned around and pressed his injured right arm to change positions. At the moment when he left the small stone, he felt another pain in his left thigh, and he was shot again. "It's over, it's all over for now," he thought in frustration. He fell there, not daring to move any more.

"Hit! Give me a hard shot at these red-headed Ah San! Gao Shouqing shouted through gritted teeth, while using the Type 51 automatic rifle in his hand to keep hitting those eye-catching red envelopes. Lieutenant Colonel Prashad saw two soldiers lying on the ground beside him, but a cloud of blood still erupted from their red envelopes, and they were shot in the head and died. He felt that death was beckoning to him, and the marksmanship of these Chinese soldiers was too accurate, and these machine guns fired in short bursts, and only machine gunners with strict training could shoot them. He painfully realized that this Chinese who could beat the American and British troops in North Korea and find teeth everywhere were by no means idle, not to mention that each of these Chinese used machine guns. At that time, he was dazzled by Lieutenant General Kaul's praise and made this damn suggestion. He remorsefully remorseful for his suggestion of pretending to be dead.

Gao Shouqing saw that these red-headed Ah San were all cowering in the corners, he picked up the phone and said to the commander of Xiao Lei's company in the artillery position behind: "Old Lei, give Ah San a few shots of your daughter scattered flowers that day, so that they can also enjoy it." Then he ordered to the communicator next to him: "Tell everyone, everyone, keep an eye on your own defensive area, and in a while the artillery will drive these red-headed Ah San out and strafe them with automatic rifles." Hunt freely. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Prashad climbed back behind the stone with difficulty, gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound, he felt his head a little dizzy, so he ordered the lieutenant who bandaged him: "I can't do it." You will command it on my behalf," he said, and he really fainted.

The lieutenant, who was in danger, thought about it, rather than being suppressed here like this, consuming the lives and will of the soldiers little by little, it was better to risk rushing again, so he said to a soldier next to him, "Pass my order, all machine guns cover fire, and the rifle team should not lose the face of our Sikh Wing and rush to the Chinese position." The sound of five or six British-made Bren light machine guns rang out, two strings of 7.7 mm bullets hit the bunker of the first squad leader Dorjee, and the remaining 100 or so Indian soldiers howled and rushed to the position of the first squad, ignoring the heavy fire of the Type 51 automatic rifles. The Sikhs have a tradition of rebelling against alien rule. It is one of the most fierce and martial spirits among nearly 200 ethnic groups in India, starting from the religious revival movement in India in the 15th century, the Sikh United is a sectarian group formed in war. His surname is tough and aggressive, and he prides himself on being "as fierce as a lion". Since the British ruled India in 1758, the Sikhs have never stopped fighting against the British. Today, at the instigation of those Indian politicians, in the face of the Chinese [***] team, they once again erupted with their lion-like ferocity.

"Hit! Beat these dogs hard. "The first squad leader Dorjee scolded and gave an order to the whole class, this Tibetan soldier and his Han comrades-in-arms have stayed for a long time, and they have also learned this typical Han scolding." Knock, knock, knock" The Type 51 14,5 mm high-level dual-purpose machine gun beside him also let out a roar, and under the control of the shooter, it accurately fired at these brave Indian soldiers, and the dozen or so soldiers of the Sikh Wing who rushed in front were several of them stopped by him on the spot and were cut in two. In a heavy hail of bullets, forty or fifty warriors of the Sikh United were brought down in a matter of moments. This ferocious blow made these Sikh United soldiers, who claimed to be "as fierce as lions", no longer fierce. They had never seen such a ferocious opponent, and they had never seen such a bloody scene. The rest turned around and ran back.

At this time, the machine gun in the back also fired a 122-mm single-barreled rocket launcher. Of course, this kind of single-barreled rocket artillery is not as effective as multi-barreled rocket launchers, but in the 15-meter killing radius of each shell explosion, the Indian soldiers are also in danger. "Hail! Hail in China! The Indian soldier shouted in horror. Some of the Sikh soldiers fell to their knees in prayer despite the hail of bullets.

The lieutenant who was on the verge of death. Crouching next to a Bren light machine gun, directing machine gun fire. A 14,5 mm bullet hit the Indian machine gunner in the head, and the head with a fuchsia head, like a watermelon that had exploded from the middle, flew in all directions. The headless corpse, with the spasm of its finger muscles, shot out all the bullets in the Bren LMG magazine. "Shoot, shoot with all your might," the lieutenant shouted to the machine gunner. When he found that the machine gun stopped, he crawled over, pushed away the headless corpse, picked up the machine gun and aimed it at the fortifications of the company, and before he could shoot a single bullet, the head of the bag had been exploded in the sky above him with several blood holes, and streams of blood rushed out, the second lieutenant held the machine gun, his body kept writhing, and fell in this place where he should not have come.

Kaul, who was hiding in the mountains in the distance with a high-powered telescope, saw all this clearly, and the commander of the Indian Army's Fourth Army, who graduated from the Royal Sandhurst Royal Military Academy in England, felt a stream of liquid flow through his thighs into his combat boots. He was ashamed of his involuntary behavior. He lowered his binoculars and hid his body deep under the bunker. This can't be blamed on this very handsome lieutenant general Kaul, after all, this is the first time he really commands a battle, and it is also the first time he has really seen it, this kind of life-and-death struggle, he was really frightened and stunned, his mind was disordered, it may be that a certain nerve is in the wrong position, which caused this unsightly phenomenon. At this time, he really didn't know how to face this situation, all these precious theories learned at the Royal High Military Academy in Sandhurst, England, were suddenly thrown out of the sky in front of the [***] team. The only reaction in his brain now was to get out of here immediately, and no one should know about the fact that he was scared out of the urine.

The gunfire on the battlefield stopped. Brigadier General Dalvi, who was in the headquarters of the 7th Brigade, noticed the peculiar smell of Kaul walking into the headquarters, and he frowned and sniffed again in disbelief, this unpleasant smell did come from the new commander who usually paid great attention to grooming himself.

"Should we stop sending the 2nd Rajput Wing to attack the Chinese again?" He asked Lieutenant General Kaul.

"You, you, you are the commander of the front. These matters are up to you to discuss and decide with the commander of the 4th Division, Niranjan. The panicked Kaul calmed down his emotions and said: "I must go back to New Delhi and personally report to the Army Headquarters and Prime Minister Nehru about the serious situation that has suddenly happened here."

"Lieutenant General Kaul, I must propose to you again," Brigadier General Dalvi said earnestly to Kaul, "it is necessary for us to withdraw our troops from here to the higher ground behind. It cannot be ruled out that in the next few days, the Chinese will launch an all-out attack on us. ”

"I do not have the authority to issue such an order to retreat, I will go back to Delhi to explain the situation here, and it will be up to the Army Headquarters to decide," Kaul said. ”

Gao Shouqing looked at the more than 400 corpses of Indian soldiers lying on the hillside, dressed in strange costumes, and said, leave three platoons to guard the position, and the rest clean up the battlefield.

Lieutenant Colonel M. Prashad woke up and found himself dragged to a Chinese position, surrounded by several [***] men dressed in germanium-colored flower clothes and strange attire. "Deputy company commander, this Indian lieutenant colonel is awake." Dorjee said.

Gao Shouqing walked over and said as he walked: "In this lofty mountain, logistics and supply are already very difficult. What are you pulling him back for, just cause me trouble. ”

"But, this is a lieutenant colonel," Dorjee said with some embarrassment.

"Lieutenant Colonel, what's the matter, Lieutenant Colonel is not an aggressor? It's really uncultured. He pulled out his pistol.

Lieutenant Colonel Prashad looked horrified at the man with the cowhide gun around his neck, holding the pistol in his hand, and stumbled to the [***] man who walked over to him: 'www.xstxt.orgrcolonel,pleasebesuretorememberthenextlife:intheabsenceofavisabythechinesegovernmentbefore, donoetochina.‘ ("Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, please remember in your next life: do not come to China until you have obtained a visa for the Chinese political axe.") As he spoke, he pulled down Lieutenant Colonel Prashad's dusty red baotou and put it on his forehead, pointed the pistol at the Indian lieutenant colonel's forehead, pulled the trigger of the 54 pistol, and shot him in the skull, then stood up and inserted the gun into the holster, threw the purple baotou with bullet propellant and Indian blood and brains into a fire not far away, and said to several cadres and soldiers around him: "What are you moving back with a corpse for?" ”

(To be continued)