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"Kill!" The remaining more than 100 soldiers of the advance battalion rushed forward with Wang Changqing with bright bayonets.

The officers and men of the advance battalion in camouflage uniforms collided with the Russian soldiers in gray uniforms, and there were bursts of muffled snorts.

White-knuckle warfare is the most important test of the will of an army, which is recognized by all countries in the world. At this time, more than 500 Russian soldiers and less than 200 officers and soldiers of the advance battalion engaged in the most brutal white-knuckle battle. People are constantly getting hurt, and people are falling.

"Kill!" The little fat man yelled, and the Garand rifle stabbed a Russian soldier in the chest, watching the other party cover his chest and fall down slowly, but the little fat man couldn't pull out the bayonet for a while.

Seeing that there is again; Two Russian soldiers rushed over with bayonets, and the little fat man pulled out the M1911 pistol in his waist in a hurry and shot two shots in front of him. Only two "dangdang" sounds were heard, and two Russian soldiers fell.

The sound of the little fat man's gunfire alerted the officers and soldiers of the advance battalion present, and they all drew their pistols and raised their hands to shoot, and the gunfire continued for a while.

In fact, as early as the Duolun Mintuan, the predecessor of the 37th Group Army, Su Tong had already equipped non-commissioned officers above the deputy squad leader with pistols, the purpose of which was to prepare for the white-knuckle battle with the army. This tradition continues to the present day. Today's officers above the squad leader are equipped with American-made M1911 pistols, which have been tested for more than 60 years in later generations, and their quality is the best.

In today's battle, the advance battalion lost more than 300 people after a full day's fighting, but now in just ten minutes, the advance battalion has fallen nearly 100 soldiers, but the old Maozi on the opposite side can't take advantage of it, and there are less than 300 Russian soldiers left of more than 500 people.

"Bang" hit the Russian army in front of him, and rushed out from the side, a Russian soldier rushed over with a bayonet, wounded in the waist, Zheng Xiaoyou threw away the pistol that had run out of bullets, and helplessly closed his eyes and waited for death. At this time, I only heard the sound of "da-da-da" gunshots from behind, which turned the old hairy man in front of Zheng Xiaoyou into a sieve.

This familiar voice Zheng Xiaoyou could hear with his ass that it was Suomi 31's voice.

I'm wiping, who the fuck is so calm, and only now is he willing to take out the hidden bullets and use them? Zheng Xiaoyou looked back a little angrily, but found that there were brothers from the 102nd Division wearing camouflage uniforms all over the mountains.

Seeing the Chinese soldiers all over the mountains on the opposite side, the Russian soldiers finally collapsed. To everyone's surprise, they raised their hands, and they surrendered.

"Company commander, we have won, the Russians have surrendered! The old man has the fuck surrendered! The little fat man Li Yuan staggered to Zheng Xiaoyou's side, and cried with a handful of snot and tears.

Zheng Xiaoyou didn't have time to pay attention to this little fat man, he was looking for someone everywhere, "Battalion commander, battalion commander, where are you!" Zheng Xiaoyou's hoarse voice continued to shout.

", Zheng Xiaoyou, what are you shouting about? Lao Tzu is not dead, you are mourning! A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Zheng Xiaoyou saw that it was the battalion commander Wang Changqing.

"Hehe" Zheng Xiaoyou saw that Wang Changqing was fine, and he smirked. For him, Wang Changqing is not only his boss but also his big brother, but also his relative.

"All stand upright!" A loud voice rang out, jumping the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and they reflexively hurriedly stood upright. The little fat man looked back, and it turned out that the master seat was coming.

Hu Lian came to the middle of the battlefield and saw corpses everywhere, including Russian soldiers and our officers and soldiers, all lying together.

When Wang Changqing saw the arrival of the division, he hurriedly asked the whole battalion to gather, "All the counts!" ”

"One, two, three" stopped until ninety-five o'clock.

"Report to the division commander, the 1st Battalion of the 6th Regiment of the 102nd Infantry Division was ordered to come to Ulaanbaatar to carry out the mission, and the mission is now completed. The whole battalion should have reached 520 people, but it actually reached 96 people, and after the report was completed, the battalion commander Wang Changqing. ”

Hu Lian didn't speak, he looked at the corpses all over the mountains and a group of ragged officers and soldiers of the first battalion for a long time before shouting: "All the 102nd Division is here, salute the brave soldiers of the advance battalion." After that, the soldiers who followed all saluted the officers and soldiers of the first battalion with a standard military salute.

"All the battalions are here, return the favor!" Wang Changqing and the officers and men of the first battalion also stood up and returned a military salute to the brothers.

Hu Lianyan couldn't hold back his excitement and hugged Wang Changqing, "Good brother, you did a good job." did not disgrace the face of our Chinese soldiers. ”

"Division commander, we did it, we blocked Lao Maozi." Wang Changqing said in a choked voice.

"Well done, I want to ask Chief Su for credit for you. Now that your mission is over, your task now is to go back to Brun to recuperate. Hu Lian patted Wang Changqing's shoulder and comforted.

Watching the soldiers of the advance battalion supporting each other slowly walk off the battlefield, Hu Lian called the chief of staff and ordered: "Order the soldiers to quickly clean up the battlefield and build fortifications, and the engineer battalion quickly build a field airfield to prepare to meet the 23rd Division of the Russian army." ”

"Yes," said the chief of staff, who immediately went down to arrange the work.

The sky was slowly darkening, and the officers and men of the 102nd Division were still nervously building fortifications, and they all knew that a more brutal battle was still waiting for them.

On the road to Ulaanbaatar, a convoy with no end in sight is moving fast, and the night sky is illuminated by dazzling lights. The commander of the 23rd Division, Major General Padanov, was sitting in one of the cars, and "Comrade Chief of Staff, there is no news from the 58th Regiment yet" It was the commander of the 23rd Division, Major General Padanov, who spoke. Major General Padanov had a typical Slavic face, a high nose, a towering forehead, and gray hair that clearly distinguished him from the narrower foreheads of Europeans.

"Comrade Division Commander, the last telegram from the 58th Regiment was sent four hours ago, and they reported that they were destroying the Huaxia army that was standing in front of them." The chief of staff, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, turned around and reported.

"This careless Andrey, he must have gotten so carried away in Ulaanbaatar that he forgot to send a telegram." Major General Padanov said complainingly.

In the eyes of Major General Padanov, not all the people of the Russian Red Army, the people and troops of China were a bunch of ignorant natives in ragged clothes and numb expressions, and their soldiers liked nothing more than to lean against the corner with a big sword and spear and smoke a big cigarette. Such soldiers have never been taken into their eyes, not to mention the fact that Andrei's telegram claimed that the other side only had one battalion of soldiers, and only one company of soldiers needed to be sent to force them to surrender, and Padanov never thought that anything would happen to the 58th Regiment.

"How long do you have to get to Ulaanbaatar?" Major General Padanov asked.

"Dear comrade division commander, we will be in Ulaanbaatar in half an hour." The Chief of Staff replied respectfully.

At this time, on the outskirts of Ulaanbaatar, on the road to the city, there were dense soldiers in ambush on both sides of the road. Most of the officers and men of the 102nd Division were ambushed here, with the 4th Regiment on the left, the 5th Regiment on the right, and the 6th Regiment (missing a battalion, i.e., the advance battalion) preparing to set up pockets further away. Dozens of artillery pieces of the artillery regiment had already calibrated the targets in the ambush area, and the muzzles of the black holes pointed straight ahead.

The temporary headquarters of the 102nd Division was filled with the faint glow of the radio station, and Hu Lian looked at the front of the road to ask for tranquility, and there was a loud cry of crickets on the road next to him. Seeing that the ambush of nearly 20,000 troops was almost silent, Hu Lian nodded with satisfaction, relying on this, his months of hard work were not in vain.

At this time, there was a slight "poof" sound from the walkie-talkie next to it, which was a signal from the reconnaissance detachment in front that the fish had entered the net. After a while, the sound of the heavy engine of the gas truck was heard in front of me, and a long series of headlights illuminated the road white, and then the driver in the cab of the truck in the front row noticed that something seemed to be shaking on the road a hundred meters away.

He glanced at it a few more times, but the other party didn't move again, forget it, don't get into trouble, if you mess with the company commander, you won't have good fruit to eat, and the driver who doesn't want to make trouble has found a reason for himself to move on.

Seeing that the swaggering Russian convoy had finally all driven into the ambush circle, Hu Lian signaled to the communicator next to him, and the correspondent willingly fired five three-red and two-green signal flares into the sky, and the dazzling signal flares illuminated the dark night sky nearby.

In an instant, the artillery regiment behind was the first to speak, and a shell of more than 100 calibers fell into the convoy that was moving, blowing the convoy on its back.

When the flare was just raised, Major General Padanov, who had been in the army for many years, realized that something was wrong, and he quickly shouted to the driver to stop the car. When the car just stopped, shells from nowhere fell in droves around the convoy. The Russian trucks that were caught off guard were like rabbits with sheep herded around, and Major General Padanov angrily took out his pistol and punched and kicked the soldiers next to him, finally gathering hundreds of soldiers, and then the opposite army fired countless flares to make the road red. This time there was a loud cry from the roads on both sides, and Major General Padanov sadly found countless soldiers in ambush on either side of him, who were constantly pouring tongues of fire on him with all the weapons they could fire.

Major General Padanov sat down on the ground and looked at the fallen soldiers and muttered sadly: "It's over, my 23rd Division is all finished." ”

Uh, brothers, Ah Ding did what he promised today. Three more than nine thousand.