Special Years

As the battalion commander of the Y army's special battalion, Nguyen Van Son never expected to lose so badly today.

At this time, his pain was no less than that of Cai Wenming, who lost his comrade-in-arms. His urgency to reinforce his comrades-in-arms on the 1250 high was no less than Zhang Yan's.

At this point his wish for reinforcements had failed, Hill 1250 was already under the control of the army, and there were colleagues of his special forces on Hill 1250.

Ruan Wenshan is very aware of the fighting style of the special forces. They will never retreat until the end of the battle. The golden signboard of the agents of the Y country is not blown out, but is typed out.

The two fortified battalions on the 1250 Highland, with a total of more than 900 people, are now dead and wounded, and the remaining people are not enough to make up one company, which means that nearly 800 comrades have died on the 1250 Highland!

And his own battalion of secret agents was close at hand but could not do anything, and he watched these two battalions vanish in front of him, because the army in front of him only had one company!

Nguyen Van Son’s combat effectiveness is not high. Although this unit has performed exceptionally well in resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, they have never experienced the baptism of war in the past 20 years. Fighting against America, occupying neighboring countries...

Along the way, today's well-known and well-known special agent battalion, known for its bravery and tenacity, was actually planted in the hands of such an army. Not only was it shocked, but it was more annoyed.

Of course, the battalion commander of the Y army also forgot some fundamental problems. Although this army lacks combat experience, this nation has no lack of strength and fighting spirit.

The Vietnamese army is like a young master who just came out of the rivers and lakes. He defeated the old American cowboy who came to find fault, and occupied the neighboring country with great effort. On the stage of Southeast Asia, they rarely encountered an opponent. After the US army returned home in despair, They began to swell, claiming to be the third military power in the world.

The ensuing victory overwhelmed them, and they finally came up with the idea of ​​this oriental dragon. The Chinese people's forbearance made them taste the sweetness at first, but now, he finally felt the power of the dragon's awakening and anger!

He is not facing an old and deceiving country, but an unfathomable and great nation!

Originally, I wanted to annihilate this company in this valley and take revenge for the dead brothers, but this company's combat effectiveness was unexpectedly tenacious, like a hard bone that could not be swallowed in the mouth. Choked to death.

Now the Chinese reinforcements are coming down from the sky. It’s true that the little fox caught the feather duster, and the little dog bit the pig’s urine foam. Ruan Van Sankong was delighted. .

His signal troopers brought him dark and bright news in the situation of heavy mountains and rivers: two artillery companies affiliated to a certain army are moving here to help the 800 heights and the 1250 heights.

Nguyen Van Son saw a ray of light in the darkness of despair. The loss of Hill 1250 is a foregone conclusion, but as long as two artillery companies can enter the predetermined artillery position, they can fire a salvo here and blow the small valley into a sea of ​​fire. , the sniper company and reinforcements will become meat sauce under the large-caliber artillery.

time!

Ruan Van San's thoughts flashed, all he needs now is time! As long as you drag the army and wait for the artillery to enter the artillery position, your idea will be realized, and the gunfire of vengeance will accurately cover the bodies of those hateful soldiers!

The army successfully blocked him, so now, he has to fight a tit-for-tat.

"They want to drag us here!" Ruan Wenshan almost bit his lip and gave the order to fight to the death viciously to his subordinates.

Seeing the redeployment of the Y Army and the planned outflanking blockade, Zhang Yan began to realize Ruan Wenshan's intention. When he was at the regiment command post, he had already received the military information sent by the front reconnaissance unit. There were two howitzer companies. Under the **** of an infantry company, he moved towards the 1250 Heights. Wang Fulai once ordered the troops of the 1250 Heights to clear and defend the enemy and immediately consolidate the fortifications and pay attention to anti-artillery.

"How many people are left in the sixth company?" Cai Wenming was most concerned about this question at this time, and he cast an inquiring look at the seventh company commander who came to reinforce him.

The seventh company commander looked at Zhang Yan and hesitated.

The muscles around Zhang Yan's mouth twitched: "Less than two rows..."

Another burst of gunfire came, and the seventh company commander said eagerly: "Let's quickly withdraw to the 1250 height, otherwise it will be troublesome when the Vietnamese artillery fire enters the position."

The Vietnamese army blocked fire on the blocking positions of the second row just now. The exits at both ends of the valley have been blocked by the troops of Nguyen Van Son. Although the casualties of the special agent battalion of Nguyen Van Son were also serious, they gathered nearly one company that had withdrawn from the 1250 high. There is an obvious advantage in military strength, and it is unlikely to break through to the left and right flanks of the valley. The only way is the path that leads to the 1250 high ground on both sides of the mines.

"Never let them pass there! Never!" Ruan Wenshan stared at blood-red eyes, and he was disturbed by the gunshots and the rising smoke on the 1250 highland path: "Transfer a row over here and follow me on the trail. Block! You defend my two wings, and I must not let the army escape!"

A Y Corps commander grabbed Ruan Wenshan's arm tightly: "Batch commander! No way! You can't go up, it's too dangerous!"

"Dangerous? We are soldiers, and danger is our professional characteristic!" Ruan Wenshan glared at the company commander sternly, and shouted at the communications soldier, "Go! Go! Or I will shoot you!"

"Batch commander, no!" The Y Corps commander was unrelenting, his hand still tightly grasping Ruan Wenshan's arm.

Ruan Wenshan turned the gun to hold it against his head, the safety of the pistol opened as if the hand of death, and the Y Corps commander did not blink and confronted him sternly.

Faced with his old subordinates who followed him to death, Ruan Van San finally softened his hand, the gun head drooped down, he pointed to the 1250 high and said slowly: "Awen, there are my own younger brother and my two cousins ​​on the 1250 high! They're all dead! Dead!"

Captain Awen finally released his five fingers, and Nguyen Van San waved his head towards the row on standby, made a gesture to move forward to the 1250 trail, and disappeared into the valley with his row of soldiers.

The battle range in the valley gradually narrowed. Cai Wenming's sixth company and the second company who came to reinforce moved closer to the trail leading to the 1250 highland. Facing the enemy's superior forces, Zhang Yan decided to concentrate on a breakthrough.

A platoon led by Nguyen Van Son also detoured to the side of the trail, and joined a company that had previously blocked here. The Vietnamese troops on both flanks also began to move closer to the trail to form a siege.

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and Nguyen Van Son's team had been forced to retreat to the edge of the minefield, relying on some raised rock piles to build a defensive line.

These rocks were so hard that they couldn't even blow up a rocket launcher. The Vietnamese army hid behind the rocks and shot at the soldiers who were trying to break through. More than ten people in a platoon of the Seventh Company were wounded and sacrificed, but the Y army's defense line still did not break through.

"Break up, let me use a bazooka to blast the grass behind the stone!" Cai Wenming frowned and observed for a while, then ordered his soldiers.

The seventh company commander said, "Xiao Hei, don't waste ammunition! You can't hit by hiding behind rocks."

"You don't need to hit them, just hit them next to them!" Cai Wenming grinned and said, "You know what! There is a minefield behind them!"

Several rockets exploded behind the rubble, and the air waves and shock waves caused by the explosion detonated countless mines behind. These chaotic types of mines were like firecrackers in the New Year, and the chain reaction continued to explode. But it was hard for the Vietnamese soldiers who were squatting behind the rubble. The sudden change made them have no chance to lie down. Some soldiers were hit by shrapnel flying from all directions and became a hornet's nest on the spot.

Ruan Wenshan, who was hiding on the left side of the trail, also hung up his color. Two fragments hit his shoulder blade, causing him to **** in the cold air.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the Vietnamese defense line, the Eighth Company and Seventh Company launched an attack, and the gunshots were ping-pong-pong, and this line of defense was about to be beaten to a pulp.

Ruan Wenshan grabbed the communicator and roared at the microphone: "When will the artillery enter the position!? When!?"

There were bursts of noisy interference from the microphone, and it took a while for the echoes to come back intermittently: "...After half an hour...you hold on..."

Ruan Wenshan threw the microphone aside in desperation. There were thousands of calculations, but he missed the minefield behind him. Half an hour later, the army was long gone...

His eyes fell on the soldiers who were attacking the defense line, and he stared fiercely at one of the brave officers...

Cai Wenming held a gun, sometimes bursting, sometimes single-shot, his marksmanship was precise, and a Y army machine gunner who had just emerged just now was shot open by him with a burst of bullets.

There are still more than 30 meters away from the trail. If you break through here, you can rely on the position to snipe the Vietnamese troops on both flanks. The troops can quickly retreat to the 1250 height.

Thinking of this, he seemed to see the victory of the breakthrough...

Suddenly, a crisp machine gun sounded, Cai Wenming was knocked down by a huge impact, his forehead was hot, and some viscous liquid slid down his cheeks.

He found that he had been pushed down, a limp body was pressed against him, and two huge blood holes were drilled by bullets on the back as far as his eyes could see.

Cai Wenming turned over and immediately pulled away the comrade who was throwing himself on him, dragging him behind the stone.

"Old company commander—!"

Cai Wenming took out his first aid kit and tore it open. The triangular pouch swelled into a cotton wool pouch. He pressed it against the wound on Zhang Yan's chest and pressed it firmly, but the blood was still flowing like water. pop up.

He panicked and shouted, who has a first aid kit, give me one! A soldier ran over and fell down, handed him one, untied it, and pressed it again... It was still in vain, the blood didn't stop at all, Zhang Yan's life was gradually disappearing with the blood coming out of the wound, his eyes Gradually dimmed, a string of blood foamed from his mouth, his hand tightly grasped Cai Wenming's arm, so warm...

Time seems to go back to the winter of 1975. On the army column heading for the army, Zhang Yan's big hand was hooked on Cai Wenming's neck: "Young man, would you like to work in my company?"

...In the Spring Festival of 1976, when others were reading family letters publicly in the row house, Zhang Yan found Cai Wenming, who was crying quietly by the training ground, and said lovingly: "Xiao Hei, I am your company commander in the company, and in private I am your big brother, and the company is your home!"

I clearly remember that at that time, Zhang Yan was also holding his arm like this, so strong, so warm...

A heart-wrenching roar resounded throughout the valley: "I'm a bastard! I've fought with you—"

The Y Corps across the valley saw a rather shocking situation.

An officer rushed down the path like he didn't want to die. All the firepower was focused on him. The officer didn't use any tactical moves, he just rushed left and right like crazy, the gun in his hand kept roaring and spewing deadly flames. .

Years later, some of the surviving Y Army veterans who were present said, "It's really evil, that Chinese is like a ghost, as if it can't be beaten to death..."

The Chinese's gun had eyes with eyes, and even though it ran so fast, the bullets it shot still devoured one of his subordinates one after another.

He soon realized that the officer was coming for him. Ruan Wenshan quickly picked up the light machine gun and beat him hard, and the Chinese man's leg burst into a blood flower in an instant.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ruan Wenshan's mouth. After all, it's going to end. No matter how brave you are, UU read www. uukanshu.com charging like this is simply dying.

However, his smile soon condensed.

In sight, the Chinese soldier was still running all the way, as if the bullet hadn't hit him at all...

By the time Nguyen Van Son regained his senses, it was too late to continue shooting.

The young officer had already jumped to his side, his gun seemed to have run out of bullets, but he actually grabbed the barrel of his machine gun with one hand and pulled the machine gun aside.

The barrel had fired more than a thousand rounds, and it was hot and hot...

He actually grabbed it with his hands?

While Nguyen Van San was still in shock, he saw the Type 56 spear. Many officers and soldiers like to bring one of these things. The unique and iconic Mitsubishi blood tank radiates a cold light in the sun...

Are you a human?

This was the last thought that crossed Nguyen Van San, commander of the Y army's special battalion.