The number of casualties of the troops, in the heart of General Kulykin, is no longer important, he saw the dawn of victory, whether on the ground or in the sky, his own troops, are pressing the troops of the independent division, this is a good opportunity not to be missed, the battlefield situation is unprecedentedly favorable, break through the defense line of the Sejingge River, in one move.

The six infantry regiments of the second echelon pressed up, even if the troops in front were exhausted, the casualties of the troops of the independent division would be amazing, and they would never be able to stop the second attack, for this reason, no matter how many soldiers were sacrificed, they would not hesitate, and the third echelon was being assembled, and the continuous attacks wave after wave would not be able to open the passage to Kulen!

"Bang dang!" Liu Hongzhang rushed into the headquarters with the smell of gunsmoke, threw the submachine gun with a burning barrel in his hand on the bullet box, spit out the soil in his mouth, grabbed the kettle, and then let out a long breath.

Liu Chenglin, the brigade chief of staff who stayed at the command headquarters, looked at the brigade commander with a black face who was smoked by gunpowder in surprise, at this moment Liu Hongzhang's image is enough for a wolf, a combat uniform, torn in several places, on his left arm, with a trace of blood, a guard holding a roll of gauze, wanted to bandage his wounds, and was rudely pushed away by Liu Hongzhang, "Don't make a fuss, Lao Tzu can't die yet, Chenglin, what's new?" He asked in a rough voice.

Liu Chenglin said worriedly: "Brigade commander, let's bandage the wound, by the way, a few minutes ago, several brigade commanders of the Outer Mongolian Frontier Army who retreated to the second position called, heard that the front line was fighting fiercely, and asked for reinforcements!" ”

"No! Order them to stay in the second line of positions honestly, and before they can make a move, Cheng Lin, and tell them clearly, if there is no order from me. That brigade dares to come up without authorization, don't blame Lao Tzu for being unsympathetic, I shot the brigade commander! Liu Hongzhang didn't think about it and flatly refused.

Liu Chenglin reminded worriedly: "Brigade commander, the second echelon of the Soviet army has also begun to cross the river, if it is combined with the first wave of attacking Soviet troops, our pressure will increase dramatically, and the casualties of the troops will not be small." Transferring some troops of the Outer Mongolian border guards up is also needed by the battlefield situation! ”

Liu Hongzhang hadn't spoken yet, and Ouyang Yishan also came in with the smell of gunsmoke, and just heard Liu Chenglin's words, so he took over and said, "Brother Hongzhang." Seeing no, the follow-up troops of the Soviet army came up. The number of troops is probably no less than that of the first wave. Transferring the strength of a brigade of the Outer Mongolian Frontier Army up is also an emergency! You can consider Chief of Staff Liu's construction! ”

Liu Hongzhang handed the kettle in his hand to Ouyang Yishan, and said in a heavy tone: "Brother Ouyang, you have also seen that Lao Maozi has made a bloody investment this time. Attacking hard at any cost, our casualties were much smaller than those of the Soviet army, and there was plenty of ammunition. It has not yet reached the point of exhaustion, and the second-line troops cannot be used lightly, as long as they are no longer bombed by Soviet bombers, we can resist, but our aviation is fighting very hard! ”

Liu Hongzhang's tone was deeply worried, when he was in the forward position, he did not forget to observe the situation of the air battle, the number of fighters of the Northern Flying Group was constantly being consumed by the Soviet fighter group, but what made him relieved was that in a short phone call with the air commander Colonel Meng Qingpeng, he learned that a bomber division of the Soviet Army was almost completely wiped out.

Moreover, Meng Qingpeng assured himself that in today's battle, there will never be a situation in which the Soviet bomber group will bomb on a large scale, and Liu Hongzhang knows that for this guarantee, the price paid by Meng Qingpeng's aircraft group is outnumbered by the enemy, and those fighter pilots are using their lives to fulfill this guarantee.

Liu Hongzhang suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Liu Chenglin eagerly: "Chenglin, the second-line troops are not without something to do, order them, immediately send a number of small units to search for our parachuted pilots, once found, immediately send them to the rear, if there are wounded, immediately treat, but they are all treasures, if there is no our fighter jet, give the Soviet army a moment, our battle will be much harder!" In every way, I owe a debt of gratitude to these pilots! ”

Then, Liu Hongzhang turned his face to Ouyang Yishan and said: "Brother Ouyang, the battle is now deadlocked, the Soviet army can't break through our position, what about us, we can't drive the Soviet army across the river for the time being, if the old Maozi soldiers come up again, I'm afraid it's enough to choke, my idea is to concentrate all the mortars, specifically hit the second echelon of the Soviet army, try to kill and injure the living forces of the Soviet army, if the follow-up Soviet troops are beaten back, it's best!" ”

Ouyang Yishan nodded approvingly, Chief of Staff Liu Chenglin hurriedly went to convey the order, and there were only two of them left in the command headquarters, and the gunshots and explosions outside were like cannons, and the hearts of the two people were a little heavy.

Liu Hongzhang looked at his watch, took a deep breath, and said: "It's only more than eight o'clock in the morning, it's still early before it gets dark, I'm afraid this battle is not going to be fought until dark, the commander of the Soviet army is desperate, don't give us a chance to breathe, our battle is just the beginning, and we are counting on the second-line Outer Mongolia border guard troops, resist tomorrow, and only then can we complete the division commander's order, Brother Ouyang, we must be ready to beat the troops!" ”

Ouyang Yishan smiled indifferently and said: "I have been mentally prepared, our two brigades of more than 30,000 people, on the front line of the Sejingge River, against the more than 300,000 troops of the Soviet army, the comparison of ten to one troops, it is a battle that cannot be good, I will leave the brigade guard battalion in a tight position, but, Brother Hongzhang, our two brigades, which are the main brigades fought on the battlefield, are not easy to provoke, if you want our whole army to be annihilated, the Soviet army will not pay more than five times the price, don't think about it!" ”

Liu Hongzhang slapped his thigh and said loudly: "This is the reason, the little devil is not fierce!" It's not like we've beaten the and! can kill about half of the old Mao soldiers, even if our brothers are still here, it's worth it! ”

Speaking of this, Liu Hongzhang's eyes shone brightly, and then, he dimmed again, and said: "Alas, if there are planes in the air to support and beat the second echelon of the Soviet army back, the Soviet army that has already landed will not be able to achieve much climate, don't expect Meng Qingpeng and them, it will be difficult enough!" ”

In order to ensure the total annihilation of the Soviet bomber group, the fighter group was outnumbered and paid a considerable price, and finally ensured the completion of the task.

According to the battle plan, the Soviet bombers and the fighter group of the Northern Flying Group have completed the scheduled task, but they cannot do it if they want to evacuate the battle and return home.

This is a good opportunity to destroy the air power of the independent division to the maximum, and if you don't leave all or most of the fighter groups of the independent division, it will be difficult for you to explain to General Kulygin, so the commander of the Soviet air group issued this order: "All comrades fighter pilots, I order, at any cost, entangle the fighters of the independent division, shoot them down, and defeat them!" ”

Meng Qingpeng got rid of the chase of two Soviet fighters, his plane fuselage, bullet scars, his wingman, in order to cover himself, was besieged by two Soviet fighters in front of him, he watched a string of machine gun bullets with ballistics, drilled into the wingman's fuselage, and then, a fighter jet, just like this, exploded into a dazzling fireball, and did not even have a chance to parachute.

Meng Qingpeng was already numb with sadness, too many comrades-in-arms, right in front of his eyes, turned into a shining fire in the sky of Outer Mongolia, and the white umbrella flowers, drifted to the earth in front of him, and disappeared in the smoke of war.

According to the reports of the commanders of the regiments, the number of fighters shot down and damaged in the group has reached more than 130, and all the fighters of the Northern Flying Group are still fighting with less than 400, while the Soviet fighters besieging the group have more than 600, and this number, an hour ago, was more than 800, that is to say, Meng Qingpeng's group shot down more than 200 Soviet fighters and more than 100 bombers.

Meng Qingpeng can't forget his wingman pilot, just became a wingman for himself, less than three days, is a young man who is only twenty years old, with a shy smile, like a big girl, a pilot from the Northeast, because of frequent battles, he took off three or five times a day, he and him, a total of ten words, not even his name can not be remembered, only remember his surname Li, he called him "Little Lizi!" ”

Just such a young life, in front of his eyes, disappeared in an instant, so caught off guard, he didn't even have time to remind him, "Commander Meng, pay attention, you were bitten by Soviet fighters, get rid of it immediately, get rid of it immediately!" ”

In the headset, there was an anxious call, Meng Qingpeng woke up from his grief, didn't even look at who reminded him, and pushed the joystick suddenly, the landline full of war wounds, the engine roared, the fuselage trembled, almost falling to the ground, a few strings of son bullets, flying close to the top of the cabin, if it was a few seconds late, Meng Qingpeng's fighter plane would never have dodged the bullet.

A Soviet fighter jet swept above Meng Qingpeng's fighter at high speed, Meng Qingpeng's pupils shrunk slightly, a cold light appeared, the muscles on the cheeks tensed, skillfully pedaling the rudder and pulling the control stick, the fighter drew a beautiful arc in the air, changed from diving to climbing, and shot almost straight into the air, and the Soviet fighter immediately fell into the aperture of the sight.

"Da Da Da!" There was a whistling sound of machine guns, and Meng Qingpeng's fighter jet spewed out three tongues of fire!

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and a bright fireball exploded in the sky.

(To be continued)(To be continued......