The sun rose and the moon set, and a few days and nights later, at dusk on the 23rd, a battalion was crossing the Nu River.

Although I took Codonopsis Rhodiola pills in advance, its effect can only be said to be better than nothing, most of the soldiers have developed altitude sickness one after another, but fortunately, they can inhale oxygen in time, so they have persisted for three days until the symptoms are relieved on their own.

A small number of more than a dozen soldiers with severe symptoms and even worsening pulmonary edema were also transferred to the medical detachment to take care of the whole process, but fortunately there was no fear for their lives.

"Sir, how are you doing?"

"It's okay, I'm feeling better."

After answering the question of the second lieutenant, Zhou Changfeng, whose face was still a little swollen, stood on the side of the road, watching the dozens of trucks that followed were carefully driving up the rickety steel cable suspension bridge.

It's not a cable-stayed bridge, it's a literal suspension bridge – a total of eighteen thumb-sized steel cables lined up in a row, with pieces of riveted steel plates laid on them.

This steel cable suspension bridge is 160 meters long, spanning both sides of the Nu River, and the turbulent river water below can be said to be the throat of the Sichuan-Tibet highway, which is extremely important, so there is a platoon of defenders stationed all year round.

After all, if this is destroyed by people with ulterior motives, the Sichuan-Tibet Highway will be suspended.

A stone tablet standing at the head of the bridge on the west bank is inscribed with some names, in order to build this humble bridge, more than a dozen people died because of this, most of them fell into the river and died, and the bones are gone.

Because it was almost time to rest, Zhou Changfeng ordered to rest directly on the spot after crossing the river, eating, drinking, and sleeping by himself.

At the same time, on a curvy section of road eight or nine miles away on the east coast, a Yuanhang car and two Maifeng trucks were parked on the side of the road, and more than a dozen "civilians" wearing heavy modified jackets were moving, eating and drinking from time to time.

A nimble figure jumped down from the hill next to him, and then walked to the side of the car and reported, "Sister Shuling, they are crossing the bridge." ”

"Oh, I see."

"So when are we going to do it?"

"Don't be impatient, wait until they set off for a long time." Shuling, who was leaning back against the seat, said lightly.

Shuling is very dissatisfied with this task arranged by her superiors, because the risk is too great.

She knows exactly how many catties and taels her subordinates have, and it's okay to hide in the city to investigate some information, but now it's difficult for them to do this kind of thing.

Fortunately, the superiors also sent helpers - a couple of Junker nobles in exile disguised as "von Hofmann", and their six retinues.

As agents with additional combat training, they are much stronger in terms of overall quality than Shuling, who has only received basic intelligence training.

Mr. Hoffman said with a relaxed face, "There is only one platoon guarding that bridge, and if our cooperation goes well, it will be successful." ”

"Maybe." Shuling, who was not interested in this, replied coldly, and at the same time whispered about the hardships she had endured along the way.

They have been following a battalion on the march, you stop, I stop, you go, I go, this journey can be said to have endured a thousand hardships, and they have to worry about being caught up by the large army of the mixed third brigade behind.

When night falls, the altitude of 2,700 meters here is already lower than the previous three or four thousand meters, but the temperature at night is still less than 10 degrees, and the body feels slightly cold.

After surviving the middle of the night, at four o'clock in the morning, they were fully armed and touched the Nu River cable suspension bridge along the road.

Two quarters of an hour later, the 1st battalion on the other side of the river had finished its rest, the engines sounding one after another, and the headlights illuminating the still dark environment.

Shuling's men all changed into black night clothes, while the Hoffmans and others did not change their outfits.

As the convoy moved away, they waited patiently for a few more minutes, estimating that the convoy had already gone beyond the distance of the gunfire before they were ready to start.

"Plan A, up!"

On the east bank of the steel cable suspension bridge, two squads of Ming troops were stationed, and there were sheds, sentry boxes, guard towers, horse rejections, barbed wire, and sandbags; There were about six or seven soldiers on duty at the moment.

Shuling, who pretended to be limping, walked over slowly, and was immediately stopped.

"Stop! What for? ”

Several soldiers wondered, the Sichuan-Tibet Highway is inaccessible, usually only convoys carrying supplies will pass by, and now it is not yet dawn, and a lonely woman appears when it is dark all around?

Because it was so unusual, the soldiers raised their guns and aimed them at her.

"My car broke down and my foot was broken, so it's over there......"

"What?"

When Shuling turned around and stretched out her hand to point into the distance, she took out her Browning M1910 from her arms, and then turned around and immediately shot.

"Bang bang—bang bang—"

At the same time, the subordinates on the left and right who had already quietly touched each other also opened fire together, and several soldiers on duty were shot and fell to the ground before they could react.

The soldiers on the watchtower had only time to fire a shot when they were hit in the head by a flying one-headed bullet.

Mr. Hoffman held the M1897 shotgun in his hand and shouted, "Go! Above! Above! ”

A dozen people quickly approached, and one pulled out a Mills grenade and threw it at the shacks and sentry boxes.

After waking up from their sleep, the defenders realized that it was an enemy attack, quickly turned over and got out of bed, rushed to the gun rack, grabbed their rifles and rushed out.

"Boom—boom—"

The first few soldiers to run out were immediately knocked down by the grenades that fell to the ground, and they screamed on the ground.

"Turtle son's sneak attack!"

"There are a lot of them?!"

"I don't know!"

Some of the other soldiers continued to rush out, while others chose to go out through the windows.

Mrs. Hoffman, armed with an MP28 submachine gun, fired two long shots in a half-kneeling position, knocking down the two soldiers who had just raised their guns and were about to return fire.

"Whoa—"

The defenders on the other side of the river also reacted quickly, a flare was instantly lifted into the air, a small parachute hung from the luminous canister below, and the miserable white light suddenly spread over a radius of several hundred meters.

After another grenade blowing, the remaining eight or nine soldiers on this side panicked and began to retreat towards the bridge after throwing a smoke grenade.

The soldiers on the west bank had just set up their machine guns when they noticed smoke rising from the opposite side, and several remnants were running in this direction.

Mr. Hoffman excitedly shouted to the other agents, "They're retreating!" Come here and set up explosives! ”

Shuling, with a grim face, picked up a light machine gun from the sandbag bunker and said as she checked it, "We will cover you!" ”

As a second-line garrison unit, the Ming army here is still equipped with old-style weapons, that is, the Lebel rifle, the Shosha light machine gun, and the Hatch Kaiss heavy machine gun copied decades ago, which cannot be compared with the equipment of other field units now.

Several of Shuling's subordinates also struggled to lift a heavy machine gun, turned it around, and then took out the metal bullet plate from the ammunition box and inserted it into the ammunition supply port, and the sound of "da-da" gunfire resounded on both sides.

Due to poor visibility and chaotic scenes, the Ming army on the west bank could not determine the number of attackers for a while, so they chose to be passively defensive.

The second lieutenant, who did not dare to take risks, leaned his back against the sandbag bunker and shouted sharply: "It's too far! The convoy could not hear the gunshots! Flare !! ”