In the center, dozens of remnants of the first squadron of the railway station, which had been turned into a cemetery for hundreds of Russian defenders a few hours ago, were surrounded by more than ten times the enemy troops plus four or five armored vehicles, and they could not raise their heads due to the dense rain of bullets, and the corpses of the Russian soldiers used to serve as sandbags had already been smashed into a smash pulp, and the air was filled with an unusually pungent smell of blood.

Before dawn, he was a hunter, and immediately after dawn he was transformed into a prey, and Squadron Leader Banksheng had already realized this, but he didn't expect this moment to come so quickly. A piece of shrapnel pierced his chest, blood soaking through his pocket-filled canvas suit, and stuffing three survival kits didn't stop the bleeding.

"Top ...... Resist ......" spat out these three words with blood foam, tilted his head, and no matter how the fighters around him shook and called, Banker never woke up again—before the battle was over.

On the other hand, the only single-turret artillery armored vehicle of the Russian army, led by four other machine-gun and troop carriers, bypassed the railway station and headed straight for the bridgehead.

The scattered artillery fire fired from the other side of the river had no effect on the high-speed armored convoy, and seeing that the leading single-turret vehicle had already driven to the foot of the small hill at the eastern end of the bridge, Liang Gensheng, who was lying in ambush behind the bushes at the top of the slope, smiled coldly and pressed the red button on the small box in his hand.

After the shock wave that pressed the heart and lungs swept and spread, the ground shook and the slope shook, and the dust and smoke mixed with broken flowers and grass roots dissipated, a large pit more than half a person deep and five or six meters in diameter appeared on the side of the road, and the single-turret armored car that had just flaunted its might and power overturned a few meters away from the edge of the pit, a front wheel was missing, and half of the armored hood with the fence was shattered, revealing the engine dripping with oil, and the turret fell off along with half of the flesh and blood blurred body.

Originally. This is the most reluctant means of the special service wing to guard the iron bridge - a 100-kilogram TNT charge roadside bomb, made improvised with captured ground explosives and wires, and planted on the road where enemy vehicles must approach the iron bridge.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the four armored vehicles behind them reversed and retreated slightly, scattered left and right, and fired indiscriminately at both sides of the road with vehicle-mounted machine guns, covering the infantry who followed up to explore the road and sweep.

No less than 100 Russian soldiers cautiously searched for the top of the slope where Liang Gensheng was hiding.

Liang Gensheng is not fighting here alone. There were also twenty soldiers of the third squad of the first squadron lurking beside him, plus Wang Yuhan, the chief staff officer of the wing headquarters, and two heralds. Twenty-four men, 1 machine gun, 1 sniper rifle and 22 submachine guns, ^.

If this line of defense is also breached......

There is no time to think about such and such ifs, fighting, or escaping, there are not many options, and the result is similar, and the airborne troops know that they have nowhere to run in the first place.

There is no turning back. This is the commanding height overlooking the Iron Bridge, and it must not be handed over to the enemy!

"Hit!"

Strings of bullets were fired from the grass. Grenades with beautiful parabolas swung through the air, and in the blink of an eye, half of the Russian soldiers were shot and rolled down, and the survivors were pinned down behind several boulders, unable to move for a while.

The armored vehicles on the road quickly reacted, or turned the turret, or turned the body, a total of eight machine guns fired at the slope, hitting Liang Gensheng's eyes with mud foam and grass clippings.

With the support of armored vehicle firepower, follow-up Russian soldiers continued to pour in. The tide spreads to the top of the slope.

"Brothers, fight!"

Liang Gensheng raised his head, grabbed the submachine gun in his hand and swept it, seeing the bullets passing. Four or five Russian soldiers fell to the east, and suddenly they lost their strength in their hands and could not pull the trigger. Looking down, there was a bloody hole in the left shoulder near the collarbone, a little up is the neck artery, and a little lower is the heart, and the blood did not gush out, indicating that he was still saved-only at this time, Liang Gensheng felt the sharp pain in the shoulder that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Sure enough......, I was still hit," Liang Gensheng gritted his teeth, and a distorted sneer broke out on his face. That's right, this is my destined fate, I will definitely get to this point, and ...... I'll live too! ”

Liang Gensheng's monologue was not a self-consolation under fear, his dark eyes that radiated the breath of a dying wolf, swayed a few dusty and flying iron bumps.

As soon as Wei Yuankun's convoy drove off the iron bridge, it crashed into the four Russian armored vehicles that were concentrating fire on the top of the slope, and the leading flying wolf made a sharp stop, and one shot penetrated the nearest double-turret machine-gun armored vehicle, followed by two more cannons, and the opponent's hood burst into flames. The three Jiehu in the back were scattered, each biting an enemy car, and at a distance of less than 100 meters, the armor-piercing bullets were opened to fight, and one or two were pierced into a leaky sieve before stopping.

The surrounding Russian infantry saw that their armored vehicles were all wiped out in an instant, and their morale was greatly destroyed, and they fled into the town.

Wei Yuankun didn't bother to get out of the car to confirm the situation of the wing headquarters, and led the three Jiehu to chase all the way over, the gun swept the car and ran over, and the fenders and car bodies close to the tracks were covered with dark red and dark red mush.

A cigarette of effort, the convoy has returned to the front of the station hall of the railway station, and the Russian infantry surrounding the station and the armored vehicles covering it have all dispersed, fleeing out of the town in an uproar. Unexpectedly, as soon as they chased out of the town, bursts of artillery fire fell all over the sky, almost blocking all the vision ahead.

"Chase!" Wei Yuankun almost pressed the order to the driver's eardrums.

Facing the choking smoke and dust, Wei Yuankun's flying wolf car drove at full speed, instantly rushed through the artillery blockade line, and caught up with the routing Russian army.

Ran over a small group of fleeing enemies on this side, swept down a large group of routed soldiers on that side, and a turretless troop carrier armored vehicle with its engine turned off at a critical moment fell into Wei Yuankun's eyes.

Reloading, firing - the smoke cleared, and a deep recessed mark appeared on the side of the enemy car, but it failed to drill the bullet hole that Wei Yuankun wanted.

Pull out the spare bullet at your foot and look at it, grenade.

One more shot, still a grenade.

There are no more armor-piercing shells!

In the previous battle against the two armored trains, in order to achieve the effect of killing, on average, Wei Yuankun's flying wolf fed no less than five or six armor-piercing shells to each carriage, and pinched his fingers, and more than 100 armor-piercing shells were consumed just by hitting the armored train.

The base number of shells for the Flying Wolf is 240 rounds, usually two-thirds of the grenades and one-third of the armor-piercing shells, and the special service wing changed the ammunition configuration to half of the grenade armor-piercing shells according to the specific conditions of this mission.

No wonder his wrist is so sore, it turns out that he has already fired more than a hundred shells...... And regardless of this, the tank ammunition that was not stockpiled at the wing headquarters in the first place, where is it going to replenish the armor-piercing shells now?

Wei Yuankun was bored, and when he saw two Jiehu rushing out of the smoke of artillery fire behind him, he was overjoyed, thinking that in this way, he could completely annihilate the four or five armored vehicles that were fleeing in front of him.

As soon as the two Jiehu started, Wei Yuankun was dumbfounded again - the bullet Ding Lingdang rubbed the spark on the shell of the opponent's car, but he couldn't wear it, and the armor-piercing bullets of the two Jiehu were also used up, so he could only use ordinary bullets to tickle the enemy's armored car.

The Russian armored vehicles that woke up also turned the turret body one after another, and fired at the Chinese tanks, and the Russian artillery fire from two kilometers away became more accurate and intensive......