Chapter 7 It's a breeze
In an instant, the positions of the Qingzhou side were illuminated by the tracer light and flares of the artillery shells, the loose bunkers and the trenches that were just two meters long were filled in and destroyed by the dust stirred up by the large craters blown up by the shells one by one, and the barbed wire and anti-tank cones that had not yet had time to be built were plowed by artillery fire and disappeared without a trace. [Ran^Text^Library] []. []. [>
Hao Sanlin, who was hiding somewhere near the City of Hope, stood on the lift car, saw that there was no artillery coming after the shelling, smiled mockingly, and shouted below: "Let's complete the task, change positions, and replenish the shells." ”
"Yes!" The communication class waiting below immediately dispersed, and there was no wireless communication this year, which was really awkward.
The advantage of the vehicle-mounted artillery, remove the fixtures, drive away, this group of skilled drivers and operators, can be started in a few minutes.
Hmph, there is no satellite positioning, there is no ballistic simulation, you want to find the position of our vehicle-mounted artillery, rest.
Hao Sanlin sneered, Hua Shaojin once reconnoitred the ordnance of the Qingzhou Army, although the artillery of the Qingzhou Army also has vehicle-mounted artillery and self-propelled artillery, but it is mainly based on fixed heavy artillery, once the position is established, it is easy to move away, so he does not dare to open the artillery, once the artillery is easy to be knocked out by the counterattack.
Hao Sanlin looked at the bright area illuminated in the distance, and whispered: "Zeng Lijun, I am in charge of the opening, and this big drama is still your lead singer." ”
In the position of the second regiment, everyone hid in the trenches and listened to the shelling, who dared to show their heads, the wind was whistling on their heads, and the air wave of the shelling was not for fun.
"It's the sixth round! His grandmother's shelling at such close range was really enjoyable. "Zeng Lijun's position is less than three kilometers away from the position of the Qingzhou Army on the opposite side, this is absolutely full of anger, if it is not for the early and repeated determination of the artillery position, it will be blown up.
As soon as the shelling ended, when Qi Lang was a child, Zeng Lijun directly hit the green signal flare.
"Rush! Get these Qingzhou mongrels out of here! Long live the Army of Hope! Zeng Lijun jumped out of the trench and shouted.
"Rush!"
"Drip~Drip~Drip~Didi~" The charge horn sounded everywhere, and the entire second regiment began to charge.
As soon as Zeng Lijun stood firm in the trench, he was dragged back by three or four officers, and pressed to death in the trench, and an officer said: "Regiment commander! You are the commander, just command in the center, No, go to the command car, and we will be the one who charges here. ”
Zeng Lijun struggled twice and then gave up, and said: "Okay, let it go, I'll go command the car, Lao Tzu can't charge if he wants to, a battalion commander, do a good job, I hope we will be able to build fortifications on the opposite position in half an hour." ”
After the shelling, although the front was full of potholes, it was a flat river, there were no obstacles, no mines, and the trenches were filled in a lot, and the soldiers of the Ninth Regiment of the Second Division of the Qingzhou Army were either killed or stunned, and they were swaying in a daze, and they were knocked down by a bullet from the soldiers who rushed over.
Therefore, under the cover of tanks, the entire Ninth Regiment of the Second Division of the enemy was basically abandoned, and the shelling killed **100 people, stunned six or seven hundred, and the remaining 700 people did not have the slightest battle, kneeling in a conspicuous place, holding their guns high, and surrendered.
The soldiers of the 2nd Regiment rushed to the position, and everywhere there was no gunfire, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of stunned soldiers and surrendered soldiers.
"Ge Laozidi, what the hell is this army, the position is sparsely repaired, surrender after a round of shelling, and the Qingzhou army is all waste." An open-chested lieutenant officer scolded with a gun raised.
"Don't talk nonsense, Wang Mazi, immediately gather the surrendered army and send it to the back, this night attack was sudden, most of these soldiers are sleeping, heavy artillery and tanks, they don't complain about losing, we didn't regard this second division and nine regiments as an opponent, the main thing is to grab the position and hold it is serious."
A major jumped out of the tank and surveyed the battlefield.
"Yes, platoon commander, no, the battalion commander is."
The second battalion commander Zhao Siyou, known as Zhao Si, was quickly promoted to the first level of battalion commander because of his excellent military skills and affinity for leading soldiers, and the veterans who were not dealt with him, such as Wang Mazi, were convinced by Zhao Si in the offensive and defensive battles of Dayan City, so now this young military cadet has become a number of generals under Zeng Lijun.
An hour and a half after the shelling, Zeng Lijun was already standing on this captured position, listening to the report of his subordinates, and said: "Damn, it's really boring, this gang of cowards has captured 1,300 people, and his entire enemy regiment is only in his early 2,000s!" Transported back, transported to the prisoner of war camp that has been prepared a long time ago, and when this battle is over, you have to take care of it, it's too cowardly! ”
"yes, the helicopters are not used, and the tanks are basically not fired." A staff officer said with a smile.
"Tell the troops, go back, this position will be handed over to the second battalion, we have two divisions in front, and some will fight."
The troops retreated like a tide, Zeng Lijun came to the second battalion commander Zhao Siyou, slapped him on the shoulder, slapped Zhao Siyou on the shoulder, and slapped Zhao Siyou with a stumble, Zeng Lijun said with a smile: "Zhao Si, you are really not good at this body, you have nothing to eat more meat when you go back, the skeleton is good, why are you so thin." ”
"Captain!" Zhao Si blushed a little and saluted.
"This position is handed over to you, give me this position, with this high ground, we have a condescending situation, and the enemy army will be divided into two parts of our army, which is a thorn, and it will be fiercely pierced into the flesh of the Qingzhou army, my request is that throughout the battle, your battalion must be embedded in this position, so that they can not echo left and right!"
"Don't worry, our second battalion is not a dough unit like this enemy ninth regiment, as long as there is still one person, our second battalion will ensure that the position is there!"
"you, if the second battalion is all gone, I'll settle accounts with you!"
Zeng Lijun went down, leaving Zhao Si with countless defensive weapons such as heavy machine guns, mortars, and battle defense artillery, but Zhao Siyou, the commander of the second regiment, knew that this time he could easily defeat a regiment of the enemy and take this vital height, mainly because of the night attack, because it was night, they had time to breathe, and when it was early tomorrow morning, in the face of a counterattack of nearly 20,000 people with a whole artillery regiment, the fate of his second battalion would be imaginable.
But soldiers are those who fight tough battles!
"Hurry up, dig trenches and sandbags! These things are for you to block bullets, all serious, and also, all help, the brothers of the engineering battalion help you repair anti-tank cones and pull barbed wire, can't you take a handle! Hurry up, before dawn, let the brothers in the engineering battalion go down! ”