At one o'clock in the night of August 13, in the vast night sky, a familiar reconnaissance plane was navigating at the front, and 12 DC-3 transport planes roared behind it, flying over the mountains and mountains in the westernmost part of Outer Mongolia. Behind each plane, an "Owl" glider is towed on a long rope.

Underneath the wings, there are dark mountains, forests, and occasional patches of white. It was the mountains above the snow line. The snow-capped mountains seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.

In the roaring airplane, the pilot and navigator wore headsets, observing the gauge numbers in the dim red light, and the rolling mountains outside the window. In each glider behind, a dozen or so fierce commandos were checking their weapons at the end, and there was a "whoosh" sound of metal colliding, which was very murderous.

Approaching the junction of the four regions of Outer Mongolia, Northern Xinjiang, Kazakhstan, and Russia, the DC-3 leader gave a unified signal, and each glider released its rope and separated from the DC-3 tractor in front. The 12 tractors roared and climbed quickly, turned around, and returned.

Now, the 12 "Owl" gliders have completely lost their mechanical power and can only rely on their own inertia and lift, constantly gliding forward. However, the whole formation also entered a silent state as a result, literally gliding silently in the night sky like an owl. There was no more roar outside, only the "whirring" wind coming from outside to the ears of the commandos.

Gradually, the mountains below flattened and large plains began to appear. The frontmost navigation and reconnaissance plane emitted a monotonous "Didi" radio wave sound, which was transmitted to the headphones of the pilots of every transport plane and glider.

The co-pilot in the glider turned his head back and said:

"Ready in a minute!"

The all-plane commandos shouted in unison:

"One minute ready!!"

These well-trained glider pilots also entered the most nervous state at this time. They kept an eye on the pilot glider in front of them, controlling the altitude and direction of the aircraft, maintaining a formation.

Today is the eighteenth of the lunar calendar, the third day after the full moon, and although the moonlight is not as bright as the previous two days, the visibility is still very good, and for these people, the brightness of the nighttime landing is enough. The moonlight shone on the pale earth, and in the distance below, a small flat area could be faintly seen, with a few buildings around. From there, several pillars of light stretched straight into the night sky, slowly moving.

After the captain of the pilot plane confirmed, there was another brief radio wave.

This means: ready to land.

Suddenly, 12 gliders pressed the nose at the same time, lowered the altitude, flipped up the wing reduction degree, and began to dive downward. The airport below became clearer and clearer, and gradually, the large hangars, terminals, and two rows of bungalows were all clearly visible.

And, of course, a couple of searchlights, and anti-aircraft guns next to them. So far, the air defense men seem to be very leisurely, and there is no indication that a group of enemies are approaching in the sky.

……

The pilot of each glider, at the moment, was trying to pull the joystick, while shouting:

"Attention - landed !!"

The commandos were all firmly fastened to their seats with seat belts, holding each other's arms, closing their eyes and gritting their teeth, waiting for the terrible bump to pass.

There was a violent collision, accompanied by a screeching noise rushing into the ears, and the limited-width runway was crowded with wide gliders, and four or five of them directly "rear-ended", crashed together, and all turned around.

The first one hit the ground and rushed forward, and the pilot aimed at the terminal and rushed straight over, and finally the nose of the plane entered the large glass window of the terminal. The two Soviet machine gunners at the heavy machine gun point next to them stared at the behemoth that suddenly appeared in front of them.

Almost instantly, the doors of the 12 gliders opened at the same time, and a group of Ming commandos rushed out like seafood, and they didn't shout to kill or say anything after they got off the ground, but they just held their weapons and rushed towards their respective targets.

At this time, the Soviet troops on the airport reacted, and several large searchlights turned around, and the light pillars shone on the glider. But not a second, a few shots were shot, and all the searchlights were extinguished.

Suddenly, gunfire rang out on the entire airport runway, dozens of tongues of fire erupted wildly, and the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery next to the runway were shot and killed before they could react. The rest of the survivors were huddled behind the sandbags under heavy fire, lying on the ground and not daring to look up.

On the watchtower next to the hangar, the searchlights were turned on with a bang, and at the same time the turntable machine guns roared and flames erupted. But as soon as the fire was fired, it was fired by at least four automatic rifles from four premeditated shots from four directions. In a cloud of flying broken glass and a mist of blood, a Soviet machine gunner screamed and fell headlong.

Behind the sandbags at the entrance of the terminal, the Maxim heavy machine gun was taken down by the commandos before it could be fired. The glider almost went straight under the noses of the Soviet machine-gun crew, almost killing them, and then a gang of vicious "murderers" rushed down and eliminated them all in one stroke.

……

At this time, a huge explosion also sounded. Twenty commandos suppressed the anti-aircraft gun groups with fire, and another dozen or so rushed to the approach and threw grenades precisely into the sandbag fortifications of the anti-aircraft guns. After a loud explosion, the commandos rushed forward, jumped over sandbags like leopards, and fired at the Soviets on the ground with submachine guns, whether dead or alive.

So, all the anti-aircraft artillery groups were solved. Now, the Soviet soldiers on both sides of the runway, guarding outside, have been cleared in a short and flat manner. Next is to clean up the barracks.

At this time, the loud sirens have sounded over the entire airport. All the barracks bungalows were lit up, the commissars whistled, trousers, and waved pistols, and the soldiers, without even wearing clothes, jumped out of bed, and rushed out of the houses in a panic with their guns and steel helmets.

But by this time, the Ming commandos had already rushed across the runway and into the barracks area, and in the darkness there was a loud gunfire, tongues of fire flickering and moving fast, bullets swept across like water, and shards of glass windows and sawdust flew everywhere.

The Ming army commandos were pleasantly surprised to find that these barracks bungalows were all wooden houses, not brick houses as originally thought. Probably in high-altitude shooting, wooden houses and brick houses are not so easy to distinguish. Now that it was a wooden house, they temporarily changed their tactics and fired at the house with automatic rifles from outside the house. Rifle pointed bullets are no better than submachine gun bullets, and can easily pass through this layer of wood, burrow into the house, and still maintain a strong lethality. Before many Soviet soldiers could run out of the house, they were shot and fell to the ground. For a time, there were screams in the wooden houses of the barracks.

The commandos threw the grenade directly into the window, and after the explosion inside, another commando kicked the door open, holding the submachine gun and aimed it inside for a fierce sweep, and then several people rushed in with submachine guns and cleaned the dormitory from room to room. These commandos in charge of indoor warfare are all Thomson submachine guns, 11mm warheads, extremely powerful, extremely fast-firing, and they are all equipped with 5O drums, which have a very strong ability to shoot continuously. The remnants of the Soviet troops in the house, even if they had weapons in their hands at this time, were nothing more than Mosin Nagant rifles, and they had no ability to resist at all. Soon, they all collapsed in a pool of blood.

Within minutes, all eight wooden houses were already on fire. Only a few Soviet soldiers rushed out, but they also immediately fell under the automatic weapons of the commandos. After leaving behind a corpse, the "thugs" rushed to the officers' quarters a few hundred meters away—the three-story building, which was tonight's target, where the fourteen squares were held—

[Dedication]