Woodwuneng led the retreat, and Gistin immediately commanded the troops, and then pursued, putting more pressure on Woodwuneng's rebels, driving the rebels into the pass of the Kurima Mountains. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Soon after entering the mountain pass, the rebels led by Woodgo were met head-on by the guards who were lying in ambush in the valley, and were dazed and confused by the sudden blow.

At this time, it was nearly dusk, the sun had set in the west, and the battle had been going on for a whole day from the beginning of the war to the present, and the rebels had been fighting continuously, without rest, without eating, and their mental and physical strength were in a state of overdraft, and they had become the end of the crossbow.

At this time, the morale was high and the combat effectiveness was at its peak.

In contrast, the rebels were at an absolute disadvantage, the soldiers walked a little staggeringly, their feet were unsteady, and they had no strength to charge, and they were suddenly attacked, and they were immediately suppressed in the valley, unable to continue advancing.

At this time, Wood Wuneng came to his senses, he had been tricked, and hurriedly wanted to withdraw from the valley, but it was too late.

Gistine used the strategy of encircling three and missing one and driving the sheep into the pen in order to drive Woodgo into the valley and annihilate him in one fell swoop.

If Woodgo can enter the valley, it is equivalent to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, how can Gistin be willing to spit it out again.

The rebels drilled into the valley with their front feet, and Gisting commanded the 1st Division of the Guards to block the exit of the valley tightly, not to mention people, even a rabbit could not escape.

Wood Wu can find that he is blocked in the valley, and immediately orders his subordinates to seize the commanding heights on both sides of the valley, ready to resist stubbornly and desperately struggle.

According to Wood's thoughts, at this moment, the rebels in the direction of South Sudan and Sudan may have entered the Sandi Tribal Plains, as long as they can withstand it here for a while, maybe the rebels on the two sides, hearing the gunfire here, will be able to relieve themselves from the pain of hanging upside down and rescue their troops.

Unexpectedly, Gistin had already thought of going ahead of him, and had already sent two companies to seize the commanding heights on both sides of the valley, taking advantage of the favorable terrain to condescend and strike hard at the rebels who were climbing upward.

The rebels were so tired and hungry that they had no strength to walk, and they climbed the steep mountain wall, completely under the coercion of their superiors, gritted their teeth and climbed up, and when they encountered resistance, they immediately ran back, completely losing the strength to charge forward during the day.

At this point, the plan of Gisting to encircle three and one and drive the sheep into the circle has been successfully realized, and the remaining thing is to completely annihilate the rebels in the valley and achieve the final victory.

In order to reduce the casualties of the troops, Gistine ordered the infantry to hold their positions and not to attack, and then ordered the artillery to open fire with all their power to deal an all-out blow to the rebels in the valley.

In the valley, the widest distance was less than 100 meters, and the rebels were more than 1,000 people, crowded into such a small space, there was no way to spread out, let alone avoid artillery fire.

A single shell of the 1st Guards Division could kill several rebel soldiers and injure a dozen, a scene that could only be seen in the wars of the 18th century.

In the eighteenth century, when the soldiers were fighting, they would charge in a square line, and when they were within range of the Mauser's guns, they would stand stupidly and shoot at each other, and a shell would fall in the middle of the line, and a large piece would fall.

But such a scene rarely appears on the battlefield after World War II, but today, this scene really appears in front of the soldiers of the First Guards Division.

The heavy weapons of the rebels have been lost in the daytime artillery battle, and the remaining mortars have also run out of shells.

A mortar without shells is undoubtedly scrap metal and will not play any role at all, and it is not even as useful as a rifle.

Without artillery fire in return, Woodgo could only watch his soldiers scurrying around the valley, dodging the artillery fire of the 1st Guards Division, and being blown to pieces.

Looking at the scene of stumps and broken arms flying around in front of him, Wood Wuneng was heartbroken, and secretly blamed himself in his heart, he was really incompetent, tired of the three armies, and he easily fell into the hands of Gistin and brought the troops to a dead end.

At this time, the Somali rebel soldiers completely lost their former fierceness and became a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

They couldn't even hold back the resistance, and most of them threw away their weapons, looking around for shelter from the shelling, hoping to survive a little longer.

Some soldiers, in order to fight for a hidden stone under the cliff, fought with each other, and even pulled out daggers from their waists and killed each other.

Such a group of soldiers, who had lost any fighting power, had become completely lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the sheepfold, waiting for the butcher's hands, grabbing their limbs and dragging them to the slaughterhouse.

With a long sigh, Woodgo pulled out the pistol he was wearing at his waist, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

The death of the rebel commander-in-chief, Woodwuneng, became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The rebel officers who gathered around Wood, hoping that the commander-in-chief would come up with a countermeasure to turn the tide, completely lost hope and joined the ranks of the soldiers who were scurrying around, and the whole team became a complete mess.

The shelling lasted for more than an hour, and Gistine, seeing that the time was almost up, ordered his officers and men to launch a final general attack.

The officers and men of the 1st Guards Division had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and their hearts were filled with infinite hatred for these bandits who came from Somalia to destroy their peaceful and peaceful life, and they had already killed these robbers hundreds of times in their hearts.

At Gistin's order, the officers and men of the 1st Guards Division, like a pack of hungry lions, rushed into the herd of antelopes and chased the rebels in all directions.

When he was a soldier in Tanzania, Gistine was trained in night combat by the Chinese military advisory group, and after he took over the 1st Guards Division, he also conducted strict night combat training for the officers and men of the 1st Guards Division in accordance with the methods of Chinese instructors.

At this time, the results of the training were fully displayed, and the officers and men of the 10th Guards Division were like fish in water in the dark, their movements were agile and flexible, and the accuracy of the bullets fired was very high, and the officers and men of the rebels were like headless flies, but they could not avoid the bullets of the officers and men of the 1st Guards Division in any case.

The final general attack of the 1st Guards Division lasted only more than half an hour, and it was nearing the end, and the Somali rebels who were still standing could no longer be seen in the valley, and the few wounded soldiers lying on the ground were also rushed up by the soldiers of the Guards to make up for a shot, and as a result, they were killed.

Seeing that the battle was over, Gistine ordered all the officers and men to assemble at once, set off to return to the Sandi tribal plain, take a short rest, carry out a simple replenishment of food and ammunition, and then march sharply to the mountain pass in the direction of Somalia, ready to participate in an even more brutal battle.