Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Tata Tower, the point shè of the Bren machine gun is very rhythmic, judging by the sound, this is a veteran. Ignoring the retreating Muslims, the vanguard company of the cavalry division quickly rose up and spotted a makeshift position on a high ground by the roadside. Amir, the commander of the cavalry company, is a Uighur and also believes in Islam. Amir, who had studied at the Dihua Non-commissioned Officer School for three years, was among the outstanding talents among the locals.

Whether it was the Tsarist period or the Soviet period, the scope of education for the locals was very narrow. If you want to study, you are from a well-born family, like Amir, a small family with only a few dozen cows and sheep at home, and it is a great creation to learn from the imam. After the Wehrmacht called, a change occurred. Cultural teachers from the interior went door-to-door to promote compulsory education, and children were gathered together for education. Amir was one of the first natives to receive five years of compulsory education, and adopted a military-controlled approach to life control in schools, and after five years, Amir did well in the exam, and at the age of sixteen he was admitted to the Andijan Jǐng Cha School. Originally, he could come out to be a patrol after studying for two years, but he didn't expect that the school would have a chance to apply for the Dihua Non-commissioned Officer School once a year, and Amir once again got a chance to further his studies. After graduating from the Dihua Non-commissioned Officer School, he returned to Andijan and joined the Muslim Dúlì Cavalry Brigade, which was a piece of fragrant bread, and every unit rushed to ask for it. In the entire Muslim cavalry army, the total number of graduates from the Dihua non-commissioned officer school is less than a hundred, not to mention Amir's high grades in the non-commissioned officer school.

In less than half a year, Amir went from ensign to lieutenant, from platoon commander to company commander. Compared to the bustling Dihua, Andijan is a primitive society, and as a local, Amir has a sense of mission to change his hometown.

"All dismount, the cooking squad will leave the horses to guard the horses, and the others will follow me." Hearing the sound of the machine gun, Amir was shocked, and without thinking about reconnaissance or anything in advance, he immediately rushed to the ground with a company that was less than two hundred meters high.

The positions were improvised, and the trenches did not have time to be dug. By the time the cavalry company rushed up, the situation on the position was already terrible, and the Kazakh militants, dressed in white sheepskin jackets, with bayonets on their hands, had already rushed to the position. Only two machine guns remained on the position, barely suppressing the enemy who was rushing upwards.

"Artillery platoon! Block shè hits! One platoon and two platoons took up positions, and three platoons left to cover artillery platoons and build fortifications on the spot. "I didn't have time to think about it, it was completely in accordance with the military knowledge learned in the Dihua non-commissioned officer school, and Amir reacted at the first time. After three years of military academy career, my mind was filled with these constantly repeated military knowledge.

Each squad in the Dúlì Cavalry Corps has a deputy squad leader, who is a veteran of the former Eighth Army of the Wehrmacht, and these veterans are the soul of this unit. After the order was issued, the first thing to sound was the Bren machine gun, a light machine gun replaced by the regular army of the Wehrmacht, although the power is not as good as the Min-3 general-purpose machine gun in service, but the power should not be underestimated. The person in charge of the ** machine gun was the deputy squad leader, and one machine gun rang out from squad to squad, and instantly suppressed the follow-up that was rushing upward.

Tata Tower! Tata Tower! The constant sound of machine guns means that an enemy is being struck by **. The enemy, who was basically targeted by frontal machine guns, could not escape death in front of these veterans.

"Kill!" The squad leader with the Stern submachine gun must have rushed to the front, and behind him was the soldier with the Min-1 rifle with the bayonet, the number of the two platoons was not very large, but as a new force, coupled with the suppression of a large number of light machine guns and submachine guns, the enemy who was rushing up was withstood in just a few minutes.

"Knock knock!" The Min-1 60-mm mortar, the most heavily armed artillery gun in the Wehrmacht, rang out. From the Xinhai period, the Dúlì cavalry corps was not equipped with mountain artillery and field artillery, but a large number of 82 and 60 mortars were equipped. In a group of eight people, a total of four groups, four mortars kept throwing shells into the enemy's follow-up reinforcement road, and about 500 meters in front of the position, a death section was punched.

The sudden and violent blow seemed to frighten the attacking enemy, and the blue-gray cotton army coat peculiar to the soldiers of the cavalry corps was quite eye-catching, which was equivalent to telling the other side which unit was coming. Don't look at the Dúlì Cavalry Corps, which belongs to the local border troops, but it is also a unit in the regular sequence of the Wehrmacht, and its combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of those militants with old-fashioned rifles.

With the addition of the cavalry company, the fierceness of the battle suddenly heated up. The enemy on the opposite side is also crazy, regardless of life and death, and the white sè crowd composed of white sè leather jackets is densely covered with artillery fire and forward, forward!

Amir quickly spotted the enemy's Warlord in the telescope, about a kilometer or so. Amir gave a thumbs up skillfully, squinted his eyes and calculated, and said loudly: "Artillery platoon, listen to my command, enemy machine gun position, ruler ......." ”

The two mortars, under the command of Amir, quickly eliminated the three Maxim machine guns, and without the threat of the Overseers, it seemed that these enemies were not so crazy, and finally people began to retreat, and when more and more people began to run back, the rout was inevitable. According to the textbooks, mortars chase the enemy until they are out of reach.

One thing that Amer was surprised by was that the enemy was not equipped with much artillery. Didn't you say that the enemy had heavy artillery? How could the enemy attacking this position not be equipped with even a single artillery? Look, this is at least a battalion of enemies.

Amir's doubts were quickly answered, and a man covered in blood walked over, carrying a Mauser pistol in his hand, walking with a limp, and walked up to him to salute before saying, "My name is Liu Jing, from the intelligence department, and I am an instructor for Muslims in the demilitarized zone." In pursuit of us was a cavalry company of the enemy, in an attempt to capture our head. As he spoke, he took out the map from his bag, pointed to a location on the map, and said, "Here, at least our people are surrounded, and we must do our best to reinforce them." Amir looked at the map and said, "Your head should have seen our chief of staff, the matter of reinforcements is not up to me, my task is to block this enemy army." ”

Liu Jing saluted and said: "Okay, I'll go and see my people, there is a guy to borrow a little, hurry up and repair the fortifications." Not surprisingly, in an hour at most, the enemy's Soviet-made 76 cavalry mountain artillery could follow. ”

Amir understood that it was a cavalry unit that was chasing this group, and he didn't know if it was a problem that the output could not keep up, and this cavalry unit was actually equipped with cavalry mountain artillery instead of mortars. "Does it matter if you want it? Take your people down to rest, and leave it to us here. Amir asked with concern, though he didn't like the people of the Intelligence Bureau. According to the instructor in the military academy, "The rats in the intelligence department who like yīn darkness are the most annoying, and if you can, don't offend." ”

"We're fine, but your artillery position has to be moved, or something will happen soon." Liu Jing smiled, turned around and walked towards the brothers who were cleaning up the battlefield. Amir's two platoon commanders soon came over as well, their faces a little ugly.

"Company commander, the losses are not small, more than a dozen brothers are gone, and there are more than thirty wounded." Amir felt a pain in his heart when he heard this, there was no way, the situation just now was too dangerous, so he could only rush forward and fight hand-to-hand. "Okay, I see, there's no time to be sad, hurry up and repair the fortifications, I heard them say that the enemy has mountain artillery! **Raised, the courage is not small, dare to cross the border, must leave them all. walkie-talkie, report to the battalion commander, request reinforcements. ”

Surprisingly, instead of continuing the attack, the enemy quickly began to retreat, and after retreating a certain distance, he mounted his horse and began to run back, without even caring about the corpses and wounded. Liu Jing came over again at a trot, and said a little embarrassed: "It should be withdrawn to the demilitarized zone, which is about five kilometers away from the border line." ”

Amir ignored him, picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the battalion commander, and soon the voice of the life instructor of the battalion headquarters came: "Understand, I am reporting to my superiors, your unit should not act rashly, the second company is almost here, and the battalion headquarters can arrive within ten minutes." ”

The news was uploaded one by one, and soon arrived here at Zhang Zizhong. After hearing the news, Zhang Zizhong frowned, looked at the map and said to Chen Lifu: "We are wearing military uniforms, and we can't enter the demilitarized zone." Besides, it's getting dark, so it's not easy to act. ”

Chen Lifu immediately said: "No, those people must be rescued." Margeran is a small town that can't be held for long. By the time the enemy's artillery caught up, a single burst of artillery fire would have broken up the Muslim forces. In that case, our efforts for many years will be in vain, the entire demilitarized zone will be controlled by the Soviet Union, and the entire military posture will change. ”

"Makeup enters, we don't have that many costumes, how many people did you bring out? How many costumes can be provided. I have more than 8,000 people. If you go to one or two thousand people, it is equivalent to giving it away for nothing. Zhang Zizhong couldn't refuse too much, and could only hint to Chen Lifu that he was a border guard, not a guerrilla. The political intelligence bureau is a cow, but it can't command him.

"I can only think about it overnight, and I hope that Mar and Lan can hold on for two more days." Chen Lifu also came back to his senses, this time he was a failure, as the general of the defeated army, he had to explain to the above first, this is the time to ask for help, make up for it first. So the tone has softened a bit.

"Chief of Staff, Fortress Jǐng Reserve Command calls back." At the critical moment, the order from the peak came. Zhang Zizhong snatched the telegram and looked at it, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The fortress headquarters allowed our troops to cross the border to pursue militants of unknown origin, on the grounds that there have been many incidents of militants crossing the border to harass them recently, and our national defense forces have been ordered to carry out self-defense counterattacks. ”

"A division, is the number of people a little less?" Chen Lifu asked in surprise. (To be continued.) )