Corps Command Post.

The regiment commander Wang Fulai frowned, and the phone rings in the command post were ringing everywhere, and the front-line battle reports were intensively transmitted back to the command post via radio waves.

Every time a war situation is received, the regiment staff will move the small red flag representing the attacking unit on the sand table one direction.

More than six hours have passed, and the battle is still not over.

The enemies of the 1250 Highland were unexpectedly tenacious. They broke into pieces on the highland, and they could not defeat them and scattered them. They drilled tunnels everywhere like mice, then gathered and continued to fight.

This method similar to the guerrilla tactics of the Anti-Japanese War is very similar to our army's tactics. Although this one who sticks to the 1250 high ground is not a trump unit, he has also received tactical guidance from regular troops.

Most of the grassroots commanders and fighters of the Y Army have studied military command at Guilin Army Academy, and have understood our military tactics. They have also learned the essence of our army's guerrilla tactics. In the US-Vietnam War that year, those cowboys from America suffered a lot.

"Are there any signs of reinforcements in the enemy agent battalion in the 800 Highland?" Wang Fulai turned his head and asked the staff officer next to him.

The combat staff said: "No, Cai Wenming's 8th Company's blockade was very successful. However, we have lost contact with the 8th Company for two hours."

Zhang Yan took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and found it was empty, so he said, "Captain, give me a cigarette..."

Wang Fulai took out the cigarette box and said in surprise: "Didn't you quit smoking?"

Zhang Yan didn't say anything, snatched a cigarette from Wang Fulai's hesitation, took a deep breath, and turned to ask the combat staff: "Has the Eighth Company not resumed communication yet? Has anyone sent back?"

The combat staff said: "There was contact within three hours of the general offensive, but it was interrupted later. Until now, there is no news..."

Wang Fulai patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder: "The agent battalion in the direction of the 800th highland failed to reinforce the 1250th highland, which shows that Xiao Hei and the others are still restraining, or the stepper machine was blown up... or the battle was too fierce and there was no time to report the news... You are the commander of the reserve team, so you can't hurry... When the 1250th highland is captured, you will immediately lead the 7th Company and the 9th Company reserve team to reinforce Cai Wenming's eighth Company. Now the front is a mess. You will only be involved in the battle in the past and will not play a role."

A lieutenant combat staff suddenly jumped up from the command plane and trotted excitedly: "Captain, conquered, captured! The surface position of the 1250 highland is already under our control, and the enemy fled to the hillside and foot of the mountain, gathered together to carry out some sporadic counterattacks!"

Wang Fulai pondered for a moment and said, "I ordered the Eighth Company to use fire spurts to clear out the enemies in the fortifications on the spot. If you can persuade the surrender, you should persuade the surrender. If you cannot persuade the surrender, you should clear them immediately. If you cannot burn them, you should blow them up and blow the holes! Tell them to consolidate their positions immediately to prevent the enemy from counterattacking. In addition, take off their hats and hit the heels on the fleeing enemies, and let the machine gun company mount the high machine on the commanding heights and shoot them flat, and clean up the grandsons at the foot of the mountain."

When the combat staff turned around and left, Wang Fulai immediately turned his head to the valley in front of the 800th high ground.

Cai Wenming wiped his face and his hands were bright red. This was three rows of long and gentle blood.

A minute ago, a mortar shell landed not far away and exploded. Wen Wen pushed Cai Wenming, who was firing the gun, and more than a dozen pieces of fragments penetrated into his body instantly.

Cai Wenming's ears were buzzing at this time, and the gunshots around him were far and near, and his head was as painful as torn. The waves caused by the mortar shells made him dizzy. A small shrapnel was shot into his left arm. Fortunately, the wound was not very serious, but it was very painful.

Wen Wen lay in a bush that was blown down, and the bloody wounds on her chest kept gushing out, without any breath of life.

Cai Wenming walked to Wen Wen staggeringly and asked the sanitation worker who was bandaging him: "How is the situation of the third platoon leader?"

In fact, he asked knowingly.

Cai Wenming knew about Wen Wen's injuries.

The sanitation worker was red and shook his head.

A kind of grief and anger, hatred rushed from the bottom of his heart, and he almost lost his mind.

The gunfire became dense again and the enemy launched a charge.

Cai Wenming knew that he had no time to be sad, and he had more than a hundred brothers to follow him, so he had to return to his command position.

In the valley, the agent battalion of 800 Heights desperately broke through their defense and tried to reinforce the 1250 Heights.

However, Cai Wenming chose a very tricky position to block the attack - a ridge in front of the right side of the 800 Highland, with a knife-like cliff on one side and a small valley facing the other side, which is the most convenient passage to the 1250 Highland.

The blocking position is condescending, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it has an absolute terrain advantage.

When the agent battalion took a car into the small valley and planned to walk to support, he was attacked like a storm before he got off the bus, and was killed and injured.

Ruan Wenshan, the battalion commander of the Agent Battalion, observed the other party's location and found that the soldiers on the other side had no way out for themselves. Unless their main attacking troops captured the 1250 high ground and waited for the reinforcements, they could not retreat at all.

On the 1250th high ground, there are also their comrades.

Everyone is for the same purpose and for the victory of a battle.

In this valley less than 100 meters wide and less than 500 meters long, two Asian army brigades launched a desperate confrontation, a battle between soldiers for honor.

The battalion commander of the agent battalion, Ruan Wenshan, knew from the moment the first car of the convoy was injured in the sky, that his battalion had encountered an ambush from the Pla army. He desperately asked the convoy to retreat, but the vehicles in front and behind were all in a mess and were blocked in a narrow valley.

In just a dozen seconds, he lost more than twenty brothers.

He could only let his troops abandon the car and immediately look for cover on the spot.

Hiding to the ground, he cursed the poor ability of the outer patrol troops, and actually let such a Pla army lurk between the 1250 and 800 highlands, lurking under his eyelids.

After retreating and secluded the team again, he judged from the density of gunfire that this was just a Pla army with strength. This veteran who had experienced the US-Vietnam War and had rich combat experience made a decision instantly, leaving a special agent company to deal with them, and led the remaining troops to continue to advance, with a reinforcement of 1,250.

However, things were not as simple as the Vietnamese veteran thought.

His two companies triggered trip mines on another bush trail leading to the 1250 Heights, and immediately recalled the movement of death woven by the Type 81 automatic rifle.

"Damn it! They don't want to die!" Ruan Wenshan lay on the ground, both hated and angry. A platoon of troops was lurking on the road leading to the 1250 Highland. Less than five kilometers behind them were the defenders of the 1250 Highland!

This is a life-threatening style. As long as the defenders on the 1250 high ground notice it and withdraw their defense slightly, this platoon will be a piece of meat among the two pliers!

Cai Wenming had another idea. If he did not lay a pocket in the valley, it would be difficult to effectively and completely block the agent battalion. There was only one necessary road to the 1250 Highland, and there were countless mines on both sides of the path less than two meters wide.

In order to stop the attack of the Pla army, the Y Army planted various thunders, tripping mines, and suppressing mines, and earth-made wooden mines formed a mixed minefield that could only be passed by engineers forcibly opened up paths.

This only path has become a must-fight, and it is also the most effective area to prevent reinforcements from the Vietnamese agent battalion. However, it is also the most risky area. If the main attacking force can annihilate the defending enemy in one fell swoop, or the defenders on the 1250 Highlands only defend and do not retreat, or are completely wiped out by the main attacking force, then this is the gates of the special agent battalion coming to reinforce; if the enemy on the 1250 Highlands retreats, a platoon arranged by himself on the side of the path will be made by someone under the situation of attacking forward and backward.

How to deploy?

This question circled in Cai Wenming's mind for a long time, and in the end he ordered the row with the strongest combat power of his company to lurk on the edge of the path.

War is cruel and ruthless and sinister.

Although the defenders of the 1250 Highland were local troops and agents, judging from the previous many battles, these enemies were known for their tenacious style, with very little chance of retreating, and the possibility of choosing to stick to their support was extremely high.
Chapter completed!