The dawn of early spring is as quiet as the warm wind from the south blows away the snow and ice of winter. In the middle of the withered yellow grass stalks, a touch of vibrant green appears. Green represents life, and it has been since ancient times. Especially in the grasslands, green represents hope and the end of a winter.

Two hundred miles ahead of Jiayuguan, there is a canyon. The high mountains around the canyon are rich in quartz white and crystalline, whenever the bright moon is in the sky, the quartz stones on the mountain are shining and shining, like a starry sky. Therefore, the stone was named Xingxing Stone, the mountain was named Xingxing Mountain, and the mountain gorge was also named Xingxing Gorge.

Those who have crossed the Western Regions know that entering Jiayuguan is the land of the Han people. Out of the Star Gorge, it is the land of the people of the Western Regions. Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Han people lost Xingxing Gorge, and there have been no Han soldiers here for thousands of years.

Crossing the Hexi Corridor, the ancient Silk Road went to the intersection of Gansu and the Western Regions, and then divided into three routes: the South Road, the Middle Road and the North Road. The south road crosses the steep Altun Mountain, the middle road crosses the uninhabited area of Lop Nur, and the north road is from Dunhuang to the Western Regions through Hami.

Xingxing Gorge is a dangerous pass on the ancient silk road, with peaks and peaks on all sides, an S-shaped mountain road winding in the meantime, dangerous rocks and cliffs on both sides, there is a tendency of "one husband is a pass, ten thousand people are not open". It is not only the dividing line between the Western Regions and Gansu, but also a watershed between two different cultural styles. For the people of the Western Regions, Xingxing Gorge is a courtyard wall, and after passing the courtyard wall, it is considered to be out of the Western Regions.

The giant axe splits the skin of the mountain, the mountain spirit has thick bones and tendons, and when the wheel is broken, the horse hesitates!

This poem describes the steepness of Star Gorge!

Five thousand elite Mongol soldiers are stationed here, guarding this precipitous canyon. They had the best weapons of the Mongols in their hands, and built the strongest pillboxes on the hills. Even in the battle for the throne of Geldan, when he fought with Arabutan, he did not use the easternmost force of Dzungar Mongolia.

After seeing the fortifications of this Star Gorge, Geldan once made a bold statement. If the Ming people want to seize the Star Gorge, they must stack the corpses as high as the Star Mountain.

In the faint morning light of dawn, the Mongolian soldiers outside the Star Gorge suddenly heard a roar in the sky.

Many Mongolian soldiers were accustomed to it, and this was the airship of the Ming army. During this time, they come and fly around every morning, and at dawn you can see huge airships hovering in the sky. A few days ago, some bombs would be thrown down, but now they don't even bother to throw bombs, which can be regarded as harmless to Mongolian soldiers, people and animals. It's just a little louder, but it's nothing to get used to. Anyway, it flies in the sky and doesn't bite.

Today's roar was relatively loud, and through the hazy skylight, the Mongolian soldiers saw more than a dozen huge black shadows. They sensed something was wrong, but they didn't know what was wrong. A few daring ones fired two shots into the sky. The bullet pierced the starry sky, and he couldn't even touch the edge of the airship.

This thing has no fear, relying on height. The guns in the hands of the Mongols had no way to take the airship.

On a flat ground east of Xingxing Town, Cao Bianjiao led more than two dozen people to crawl in the darkness before dawn. There were three fires on the ground in a triangle, and everyone stared nervously at Star Town in the distance. The muzzles of the black holes were all aimed at the road out of Star Town. As soon as someone passes by, they are immediately beaten into a sieve.

Half a month ago, Cao Bianjiao led a commando team of 100 people into the Tianshan Mountains. Carrying only the latest Akka 47 rifle box guns and other light weapons, their mission was to cross the Hongliu River and quietly cross the Star Gorge. Then, on the edge of Star Town, build a landing field.

"Captain! Why haven't you come yet, it's six o'clock. "Looking at the sky, which is getting brighter and brighter, there are already lights in Star Town. Many industrious Mongols have already gotten up and started their day's work.

"The allotted time is half past six, and there is still half an hour. Be vigilant, it's not a joke to get shot while the airship lands. If someone approaches for a while, try not to shoot.

There are 3,000 Mongolian soldiers stationed in Star Town, and if they really rush out, we can't cope with it. Cao Bianjiao whispered to his subordinates.

"No!"

The hundred people who followed Cao Bianjiao were all carefully selected elites. For half a month, they have been completely living in the wild, drinking snow water when they are thirsty and eating dry food when they are hungry. When dry food was insufficient, they had to catch some game to eat.

Of course, roast it when you can. When there is no condition, it can only be eaten raw. In later generations, they would probably be called Special Forces.

When there was a huge roar in the sky, Cao Bianjiao's eyes lit up. It's time to come or it's coming!

"Watch out! Get ready for battle! Cao Bianjiao led people to squat in the trench dug out overnight, and two or three hundred meters opposite was Xingxing Town. They need to block the Mongol soldiers coming out of Star Town and prevent them from interfering with the landing.

Those airships are expensive, and if you get shot while landing, you will probably be shipwrecked and killed.

Soon! The loud roar of the airship woke up the sleeping Mongols. Many Mongolians wore Mongolian robes and came out to see the heavens. In the past, airships also came, but they were not as loud as they are today.

The town of Stars began to be noisy, and many people were shouting something in Mongolian.

Cao Bianjiao took out a few grenades from his backpack, unscrewed the lid and placed them in front of the trench. I looked at my watch, and it was sixty twenty minutes. There are still ten minutes left until the agreed landing time of the airship!

The Mongols in Star Town had begun to be alert, and some of them saw a fire three or four miles away.

At 6:25 a.m., more than a dozen Mongol cavalry rode out of the town. Looks like I'm going to check what's going on with those fires!

"Smack!" Cao Bianjiao fired the first shot. He knew that it was impossible to stop these cavalrymen quietly.

With the skylight as the background, the bullet accurately hit the head of the warhorse. The 7.62 mm bullet went straight through the horse's head, and then splattered with broken bones, brains, and blood.

The knight, who was galloping on his horse, immediately fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and let out a miserable howl like killing a pig.

With the sound of Cao Bianjiao's gunfire, the sniper position immediately burst into gunfire. More than a dozen Mongolian soldiers, before they could shoot, all fell off their horses. Some of them were not dead for a while, and at a distance of more than two hundred meters, they could hear their terrible screams.

The screams of the Mongols were heard from inside the town of Stars, and then the Mongols were heard shouting something.

One hundred and ten commandos, all lying in the trenches, staring nervously at Star Town.

Cao Bianjiao glanced at his pocket watch, six o'clock in twenty-nine.

The roar grew louder and louder, and the sky grew brighter and brighter. In the haze, you can already see the huge body of the airship swaying and slowly landing.

"Bang!" Just when Cao Bianjiao knew that the great work was about to be completed, a mortar shell smashed down.

The shells fell more than ten meters away from Cao Bianjiao, and the soil that exploded was scattered and splashed in all directions, and Cao Bianjiao hurriedly retracted and squatted in the foxhole.

The heart is pounding!

This time, if it is a 120-millimeter howitzer of the Liao army, he can see Lord Yama. At this distance, even if it doesn't blow you up, it can shock you. Fortunately! The Mongols didn't have such a thing as a howitzer!

As soon as he curled up into the foxhole, he was smashed down by a mortar shell. At this time, you can only fight luck, hoping that the mortar shells will not fall into your own foxhole. If that's the case, Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't save himself.

OK! Maybe the gunner didn't see his exact position just now, or maybe the Mongolian gunner was not very skilled. The explosion of the shell did not fall to the right place, and one shot landed five or six meters away from Cao Bianjiao, and the air wave caused by the explosion shook Cao Bianjiao's chest tightness for a while, his stomach cramped, and he was sick for a while.

It is estimated that the Mongols were afraid of wasting shells, so they only smashed a few dozen rounds and did not smash them. A troop of cavalry galloped out of the town, galloping and placing their guns indiscriminately.

"Hold them back! Hit hard! Cao Bianjiao roared, and the commandos immediately opened fire.

Cao Bianjiao knew that at this time, he wanted to attract the firepower of the Mongols. Otherwise, it would be bad if the Mongols reacted and shelled the landing site with mortars. God knows if Mongolia will be lucky enough to take out one of the airships.

The Acre 47 rifle spat out fiery snakes, and the thirty-round magazine ensured their constant fire output.

The Mongols of two or three hundred people, after being overturned by dozens of people. Immediately turned over and dismounted, they lay on the ground and shot at the Ming army. Almost at the same time, the mortars in Star Town went off again.

The mortar fired at the place where there was a muzzle flame, and this time the accuracy was much better. Cao Bianjiao saw a mortar shell fall into the foxhole in front of him, and the soldiers inside didn't have time to scream before their bodies were blown out of the foxhole.

The body flew up to a height of five meters, and I don't know how many shrapnel hits my body. Falling to the ground, blood was pouring from top to bottom, and this guy was still holding the gun in his hand.

The gun had been blown up, and even the hand holding the handle was only connected to some flesh.

I shot a shot, but I didn't see if I did it. Cao Bianjiao hurriedly shrank into the foxhole, and a mortar shell fell five or six meters away again. The soil kicked up by the explosion fell on Cao Bianjiao's body like rain.

Cao Bianjiao shook his head, his ears "buzzed" and "buzzed", and he couldn't even hear the gunshots. Cao Bianjiao knew that he was deafened by the shell. This deafness is not true deafness, but false deafness. Usually it will be fine after ten days and half a month!

There was no time to check if there was nothing wrong with the parts on his body, so Cao Bianjiao once again aimed his gun at the Mongols. Seeing the muzzle flame on the opposite side jumping, Cao Bianjiao took a slight aim and pulled the trigger.

I don't know if I hit it, and after firing a shot, my body hurriedly shrank into the foxhole.

This time, the mortar shells landed only two or three meters away from Cao Bianjiao.

Thanks to the foxholes, and thanks to the fact that the mortars of the Mongol army were only forty millimeters. If you encounter the 80mm mortar of the Ming army, this cannon will be able to reimburse yourself.

The chest was very tight, and there seemed to be a snake rolling in the stomach.

Cao Bianjiao opened his mouth and spit out with a "wow". Before he had time to wipe his mouth, Cao Bianjiao leaned out again, and used the Aka 47 rifle in his hand to teach the group of Mongolian soldiers lying on the ground a lesson.

The Mongols were outnumbered, and their rifles were loaded with nine millimeters or bullets. Although much heavier than 7.62 millimeters, the soldiers carried less ammunition. But the advantage is that the charge has a long range, and the accuracy is very high within 300 meters.

Of course, not everyone can point anywhere within 300 meters. However, the Mongols, who were good at archery, seemed to have a special talent for shooting. The marksmanship of many Mongolian soldiers can be called the level of sharpshooters. This is the Battle of Wuwei and the Battle of Yinchuan, and the Ming army has been taught.

After being bombarded by mortars and unable to fight back, Cao Bianjiao was a little scrubbed.

used to be mortars of the Ming army, and they blew up others so much that they couldn't help crying their fathers and mothers. And the mortar is still the tactical artillery of the Ming army, and the front-line battle is like this, and it has long been called rocket artillery or howitzer bombardment.

As soon as a cannonball was smashed, all the hundreds of Mongols lying on their stomachs were sent to fill in. Cao Bianjiao missed the days of the war too much, even in such a dangerous situation as Wuwei, the Ming army did not cut off fire support.

How can there be such a thing as now, and you can't fight back with shells.

Over time, casualties gradually increased. The mortars seemed to be getting more and more accurate, and Cao Wenzhao saw several mortar shells, all of which smashed directly into the foxhole and exploded. Needless to say, the fighters in the foxhole will not survive.

The gunfire gradually fell a little bit, and if it weren't for the good continuity of the fire of the Aka 47 submachine gun, maybe it would not be able to support it now.

The Mongols on the opposite side began to crawl forward, trying to get over on their own side, and they still climbed a few steps before stopping and firing a few shots, and then continued to climb.

The bullets on both sides were drilled close to the ground. One of the commandos in front of him had half of his head cut off by a bullet, and his hot brain splattered far away. Cao Bianjiao was frightened and hurriedly buckled the steel helmet on his head. Although this thing is not as good as being hit by a bullet, it can at least resist the tiny shrapnel of the mortar.

At 6:45 a.m., airships in the distance began to land one after another to unload their cargo. Cao Bianjiao's side is already in dire straits!

The Mongols climbed closer, and Cao Bianjiao couldn't care about it at this time, and gestured with his thumb. About 150 meters!

A few grenades were pulled out of the backpack, which was the latest high-tech gadget. A grenade fired from a gun, although it has a range of just over 100 meters, can be fired inside a foxhole.

The accuracy of this thing depends on luck, luck, and technology.

Fortunately, the tactical formation of the Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side was very dense, and Cao Bianjiao poked his head out and glanced at it, after seeing the distance of the other party. The grenade was quickly screwed, and the trigger was pulled from memory.

"Bang!" With a flick of his arms, the grenade had already been fired.

There was no time to see the results of the battle, and many people on the battlefield just poked their heads out to see the results of the battle, and there were a few more pieces of metal in their heads.