Yang Zhenglin fired a high-explosive grenade at the Soviet infantry who rushed up with a 40-rocket launcher, which immediately blew up five or six Soviet soldiers.

"Fuck you, look at you old hairy people are still bouncing in front of Lao Tzu!" While scolding, he pulled Lin Xiaohu to quickly transfer his position.

Reloading, aiming, and shooting all in one go, in just over 10 seconds. Lin Xiaohu was stunned by the 40 bazooka in the hands of the deputy company commander with such perfect skills.

"There's nothing to be afraid of this fucking old hairyman. In less than a minute, the company commander was called to take out a tank and 5 or 6 Soviet troops." Lin Xiaohu felt very ashamed and annoyed by his performance just now. Beat! He completely forgot about his fear, and regardless of the danger of the situation, he desperately pulled the trigger of the Type 51 automatic rifle in his hand, and swept a string of bullets towards the Soviet soldiers who rushed up outside the cover of the tank.

Xiao Wang, the leader of the 7th squad of the reconnaissance detachment, was awakened by the roaring sound of the tank, and his abdomen was torn open by shrapnel, and a pile of intestines flowed out. He saw a Soviet tank rumbling towards him, and with amazing perseverance, he pulled out two handleless grenades, and he no longer had the strength to throw the grenades or make any more tactical moves. He watched as the Soviet tank pressed against his lap. He gritted his teeth, used the last energy of his life, pressed the grenade, and perished with the Soviet troops who were following the tank.

The two military reporters who followed the patrol team also ran out of bullets from their self-defense pistols, and then picked up the Type 51 automatic rifle that sacrificed their comrades, and continued to shoot at the Soviet troops who rushed up, just like those brave soldiers.

"Boom" was another cannon shot, and another Soviet tank was blown up. This is the 4th Soviet tank destroyed by Yang Zhenglin, when he carried the bazooka again, about to hit the 5th Soviet tank, unexpectedly, the tongue of fire from the 12,7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun on the turret of a Soviet tank hit Yang Zhenglin's left arm, his left arm was cut off by this 12,7 mm bullet, the blood flowed profusely, he had no time to bandage, and the blood gushing out stained half of the military uniform.

Now, he knew what he should do first. He picked up the walkie-talkie from the dead announcer and shouted loudly: "Tacheng, Tacheng, I am Yang Zhenglin, our patrol was ambushed by the Soviet army 10 kilometers east of Tielikti, 18 Soviet tanks and more than 600 infantry, we have now destroyed 9 tanks and eliminated more than 100 Soviet troops...... At this time, there was a "buzzing" roar in the air, Yang Zhenglin looked up and saw two Soviet helicopters, circling twice overhead, and then continuously strafing downward through the hatch. He continued, "There are two helicopters, and there may be a large number of Soviet armored troops behind them, please tell your superiors that the Soviet Union is a large-scale armed invasion of our country this time." ”

After Yang Zhenglin finished reporting on the enemy's situation, he finally said solemnly: "Please believe in us." We will fight to the last man, a bullet, and there will never be a single captive,......"

"Company Commander Yang, you must hold on, Commander Wang has brought someone to pick you up!" The chief of staff of the south of the Tacheng Military Division shouted loudly on the radio.

"Chief of Staff South, it's too late!" Yang Zhenglin threw down the microphone, put the Type 51 automatic rifle on the sacrificial operator, and swept down several Soviet soldiers who were only 4 or 50 meters away from him with the Type 51 automatic rifle in one hand. At this moment, a 105-mm grenade from a Soviet tank exploded next to him, breaking his right leg again, and he was completely unconscious, and blood soaked the gravel desert Gobi beneath him.

"Ahh Fuck you, old hair! I'm fighting with you! Lin Xiaohu stood up desperately, shouting angrily while holding a Type 51 squad machine gun and firing wildly at the rushing Soviet troops.

The patriotism and revolutionary heroism of these soldiers of the Chinese People's Liberation Army who regarded death as if they were at home greatly shocked the Soviet army, and they no longer dared to take a single step. They changed their tactics, no longer using tanks to guide the infantry to attack, but using more than 30 tanks to surround these tenacious and fierce Chinese soldiers, and use tank artillery fire to shoot at targets one by one.

The patrol was in a desperate situation where there was no hope of resistance.

The empty Gobi turned into a bloody slaughterhouse. Some Chinese soldiers have long since died, and they are still the targets of Soviet artillery fire, and their bodies are constantly lifted into the sky until they are torn into countless shards with wisps of green smoke. In this way, the Soviets felt that they could not solve the hatred in their hearts. They fired more than 20 incendiary gasoline bombs at the Chinese soldiers' unsupported positions. With a splatter of black oil, the fire-like devouring beast opened its blood-red mouth. In the sea of fire, the Chinese soldiers kept tumbling and falling. Heart-rending screams, accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh and blood, drifted across the vast Gobi Desert and swirled .......

The only two remaining wounded soldiers crawled to Yang Zhenglin's side. The right eye of the 3rd platoon leader Hu Baiyang was pierced, and the eyeball of the right eye hung outside the eye socket, and his face was covered with blood. He said softly to Yang Zhenglin: "Deputy company commander, I'll go first" Then, he gritted his teeth, took off the radio from the radio operator with a hideous face, and pushed the radio station into the burning fire with little difficulty, and then rolled into the raging fire himself. At the last moment of his life, he did not forget that he could not let China's advanced military equipment fall into the hands of the enemy.

Lin Xiaohu, a new soldier who participated in the duty for the first time, was hit by four bullets in his legs, abdomen, and chest, his military uniform was burned together with his flesh and skin, and his childish face was smeared with gunpowder smoke and black-red blood. Showing his snow-white teeth, he said to Yang Zhenglin with a proud smile: "Company Commander Yang, I don't cry, I destroyed a Soviet tank in the first battle, and killed 5 or 6 old Maozi, when we get to Marx, I will still be a soldier of the People's Liberation Army, and I will be with you to defend the motherland." ”

Yang Zhenglin looked at Lin Xiaohu, who was less than 18 years old and had just graduated in 9 years, nodded with a smile, two lines of tears rolled down his pale face, and he said to Lin Xiaohu: "Xiaohu, let's take another look, our motherland." The two of them snuggled together, looked back at the land of the motherland affectionately, and then Lin Xiaohu slowly pressed the grenade in his hand

After a loud bang, the entire battlefield fell silent. Only the billowing black smoke was still rising and expanding, looking from afar, like a hideous and terrifying evil ghost.

The remains of 69 commanders and fighters of the Chinese People's Liberation Army and two military newspaper reporters were abandoned on the ground and turned into pieces of charred black charcoal. The Gobi, a radius of several hundred meters, was scorched black by the blazing fire.

Of the 71 martyrs killed, 19 were young soldiers like Lin Xiaohu who were just over 18 years old. The reinforced platoon-level patrol led by Yang Zhenglin destroyed 9 Soviet tanks and eliminated 163 Soviet troops in a fierce battle with a motorized infantry battalion of the Soviet army that lasted for four hours.

Its tragic and tragic, earth-shaking, singing and crying, they are the real Great Wall of steel of the Chinese nation.

The desert is lonely, the fire is glorious, the sky is about to fall, and the earth is about to fall, and in this iron and blood, blood and fire have refined the immortal military soul of the Chinese nation to overwhelm all enemies and never be subjugated by the enemy.

Wang Xinguang, commander of the Tacheng Military Division, led more than 100 soldiers of the guard company to meet these Soviet soldiers who had slaughtered their comrades at a distance of 3 kilometers from the 3rd company patrol. Wang Xinguang commanded calmly, and the second platoon of the guard company, under the leadership of deputy company commander Jin Wanshan, covered with four squads, and the fifth and sixth squads detoured to the flank of the Soviet army from the right side to destroy the two tanks of the enemy Soviet army with bazookas.

A platoon of the guard company detoured to a small high ground more than 30 meters high from the left side, occupied favorable terrain, and pinned down the Soviet troops in the direction of the main attack in the front with the fire of 1 82 recoilless guns. The Soviet army saw that there was a squadron on this small high ground that was not too high, and the Soviet tanks and artillery fire frantically fired at a row of positions from three sides, and hundreds of shells fell on the ground of less than 200 square meters, blowing up earth and rocks.

Then the Soviet attack began. The gunfire became more and more dense, and Li Xiangyang, the commander of the machine gun platoon who was fighting in a platoon of the guard company, shouted angrily: Hurry up and set up the artillery! The gunners reacted quickly, and in less than a minute, they finished setting up the guns according to the designated position, and at this time they saw three Soviet tanks under the hillside in front, rumbling upward, and the machine gun platoon commander Li Xiangyang personally shot the guns, and quickly locked them according to the ruler and direction, and hit! I saw a flash of fire from a Soviet tank, followed by billowing smoke. Another 3 40 rocket launchers also opened fire on the Soviet tanks, and the automatic rifles of a platoon of fighters immediately began to fire fiercely at the Soviet infantry behind the tanks, and for a time the guns rang out. The Soviets were swept to the ground in pieces.

Wang Xinguang, commander of the Tacheng Military Division, led the three platoons of the guard company to block the Soviet troops from the front, and the professional military technology trained by this border defense unit in peacetime was brought into full play. In particular, the infantry anti-tank technology was brought into full play, firing with 82 recoilless guns at a slightly longer distance, and 40 bazookas at close points to ensure that a single shot could knock out a Soviet tank.

The 12.7 mm high-level dual-purpose heavy machine gun was constantly strafing the Soviet armored vehicles.

82 recoilless guns due to the protection against the counterattack of Soviet tank fire. Constantly shifting positions, there was no time to set up gun mounts, the gunners could only carry out simple shooting, they put 82 recoilless guns on their shoulders, and flexibly attacked the Soviet tanks and infantry.

Wang Xinguang saw that the Soviet army was fighting more and more, and wave after wave of Soviet armored clusters were continuously attacking him. He knew that the company he brought with him would not be able to resist the attack of the Soviet army under any circumstances. But for the sake of the overall victory, this guard company led by himself must bear the greatest sacrifice, here to delay the speed of the Soviet army's offensive, and to buy a little time for the deployment of the troops behind and into the position.

He constantly reported the enemy situation here to the Northern Xinjiang Military Region.

After receiving the report, Ren Sutian, deputy commander of the Northern Xinjiang Military Region, told him that your front was a motorized infantry division of the Central Asian Military Region of the Soviet Army, and that you should first retreat to the Gala Mountain, where you would first hold the top for four hours, and then retreat to the direction of the Bakhonkara Pass, which is 20 kilometers behind. After the 8th Frontier Regiment has entered the preset position of the Bakhunkala Pass, they will meet you there.

Withdraw, where is it so easy, how can it be withdrawn without the cover of heavy firepower and without a large-scale counterattack.

Wang Xinguang had no choice but to order each platoon to leave one squad in its original position, and the rest retreated with the commander of the guard company Cui to the preset position of the 3rd Company in Gala Mountain, 4 kilometers away, and joined up with the rest of the 3rd Company, so as to remove the bodies of the martyrs and the wounded first. Blocking the Soviets on the preset positions of the 3rd Company of Gala Mountain.

"No! This is a no-no. Cui Yongsheng, commander of the guard company, undoubtedly rejected the order of Wang Xinguang, commander of the military division, and said: "Our team really says that the cadres charge in the front and retreat in the rear. But I was the company commander of this company. I should be withdrawn last. When you come to our company as the commander of a military division, you only have macro command power, and I will be the company commander for the specific tactical arrangements and personnel transfers. I now order you, with the wounded, to retreat to the Bakhunkara Pass, quickly! He saw that Wang Xinguang, who was about to get angry, and said sincerely: "Commander, if you really want to rescue these 40 comrades who left us, you can only ask your superiors to bomb the Soviet troops in front of you and give us a chance to disengage from the Soviet troops. ”

Wang Xinguang thought for a while, and then ordered the telegraph officer next to him: "Call the military division headquarters for me!" ”

"Tacheng, call Tacheng", and then the telegraph handed over the headset to Wang Xinguang.

"Chief of Staff of the South People's Republic of China, I am Wang Xinguang, please contact Commander Wu Di of the Air Force stationed in Urumqi immediately, explain the situation here to him, and ask them for air support."

"This has to go through the provincial military districts"

"I know!" Wang Xinguang interrupted the chief of staff and said: "But now who knows when our big commander will wake up, this matter is very urgent, special affairs, don't talk nonsense, contact immediately, I will wait for your news." ”

Long Sujin, commander of the Xinjiang Provincial Military Region, slept very comfortably until he woke up naturally, and after he finished washing up in an orderly manner, he drank the "Cantonese-style morning tea" without hurrying, and with a toothpick in his mouth, he lazily walked into his office, and saw that on his desk was a thick stack of reports on the situation on the western border in the past two days.

(To be continued)