As the battalion commander of the Y Army Special Agent Battalion, Ruan Wenshan never expected that he would lose so badly today.

At this time, his pain was no less than that of Cai Wenming, who had lost his comrades. He wanted to reinforce his comrades on the 1250 high ground, which was no less urgent than Zhang Yan.

At this time, his desire for reinforcement failed. The 1250 Highland was under the control of the Pla army, and his colleagues from the special agents were on the 1250 Highland.

Ruan Wenshan knew very well the fighting style of the agents' troops. They would never retreat until the end of the battle. The golden signs of the agents of the country Y were not blown out, but were played out.

There are two reinforced battalions in the 1250 Highland, with more than 900 people. Now there are all casualties and injuries. The remaining people cannot gather together, which means that nearly 800 comrades have died in the 1250 Highland!

But his reorganized agent battalion was so close that he could not do anything. He watched the two battalions disappear in front of him, because the Pla army with only one company of troops in front of him!

Ruan Wenshan is not very good at pla's combat effectiveness. Although this force has performed outstandingly in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, they have never experienced the baptism of war in the past twenty years. Compared with the army of their own country, civil wars in the north and south, fighting against the United States, occupying neighboring countries...

Along the way, the famous and famous agent battalion today was caught in the hands of such an army. He was shocked and more angry.

Of course, the agent battalion commander of the Y Army also forgot some fundamental problems. Although this army lacks combat experience, this nation has many strength and fighting spirit.

The Vietnamese army was like a young master who had just left the world. They defeated the American cowboy who came to find fault and occupied neighboring countries with a destruction. On the stage of Southeast Asia, they rarely encountered opponents. After the Us army returned to their country in shame, they began to expand and actually called themselves the third military power in the world.

The successive victory was overwhelmed, and they finally got up on the idea of ​​this oriental dragon. The Chinese forbearance made them taste the sweetness at first, but now, he finally felt the power of the dragon awakening and angry!

What he faces is not a country that can be bullied, but an unfathomable and great nation!

Originally, I wanted to annihilate this Pla company in this valley and avenge a revenge for the dead brothers, but the combat power of this company was unexpectedly tenacious, like a hard bone that was held in my mouth but could not swallow, and instead choked myself to death.

Now that China's reinforcements are descending from the sky, the little fox caught a feather duster, the little flower dog bites a pig's urine bubble, Ruan Wenshan is so happy. The idea of ​​reinforcement of the 1250 highland and encirclement of the Eighth Company was like soap bubbles in the bathtub, which were broken with one poke.

His correspondents brought him news of the darkness of mountains and rivers in a state of heavy mountains and rivers: two artillery companies affiliated with a certain army were maneuvering here and rushing to support 800 and 1250 highlands.

Ruan Wenshan saw a ray of light in the desperate darkness. The loss of the 1250 Highland was a foregone conclusion, but as long as two artillery companies could enter the predetermined artillery position, they could fire a volley here and blow this small valley into a sea of ​​fire. Pla's blocking company and reinforcements would become meat sauce under large-caliber artillery.

time!

Ruan Wenshan's thought flashed, and now all he needs is time! As long as he drags the Pla army and waits for the artillery to enter the artillery position, his own idea can be realized. The revenge artillery fire will accurately cover the bodies of the hateful Pla soldiers!

The Pla army successfully blocked him, so now he will fight against him with a tooth.

"They want to drag us here!" Ruan Wenshan almost bit his lips and bleeded, and issued a vicious order to fight to his subordinates.

Seeing that the Y Army was redeployed and began to carry out a planned encirclement and blockade, Zhang Yan began to realize Ruan Wenshan's intention. When he was in the regiment command post, he had already received military information from the reconnaissance troops in the front. Two howitzer companies were under the escort of an infantry company to move towards the 1250 Highland. Wang Fulai ordered the troops in the 1250 Highland to clear out the enemy and immediately consolidate the fortifications and pay attention to anti-aircraft artillery.

"How many people are left in the Sixth Company?" Cai Wenming was most concerned about this issue at this time. He looked at the seventh company commander who came to reinforce him.

The seventh company commander looked at Zhang Yan and hesitated.

The muscles on Zhang Yan's mouth twitched: "There are less than two rows..."

Another burst of gunfire came, and the seventh company commander anxiously said: "Let's withdraw back to the 1250 Highland as soon as possible, otherwise it will be troublesome after the Vietnamese artillery fire enters the position."

The Vietnamese army blocked the blocking positions of the second platoon just now. The exits at both ends of the valley had been blocked by Nguyen Vanshan's troops. Although Nguyen Vanshan's agent battalion was also seriously injured, it had collected nearly one company that had retreated from the 1250 Highlands. It had obvious advantages in terms of force, and the possibility of breaking through to the left and right wings of the valley was no longer high. The only way was the path leading to mines on both sides of the 1250 Highlands.

"Never let them pass there! Never!" Ruan Wenshan stared at his blood-red eyes. The sound of gunfire and the thick smoke rising on the 1250 Highland Road made him feel uneasy: "Turn up one row after another and follow me on the path to block! You guard both wings for me, and you must not let the Pla army escape!"

A company commander of the Y Army held Ruan Wenshan's arm tightly: "Battery Commander! No! You can't go up, it's too dangerous!"

"Danger? We are soldiers, and danger is our professional characteristic!" Ruan Wenshan glared at the company commander coldly and shouted at the communications soldier: "Go! Go quickly! Otherwise I will shoot you!"

"Battery Commander, no!" The company commander of the Y Army was unyielding, and his hands were still tightly grasping Ruan Wenshan's arm.

Ruan Wenshan turned his gun and pressed his head against his head. The pistol opened its palm like a god of death. The company commander of the Y army did not blink and confronted him in awe.

Facing his old subordinate who had been through life and death with him, Ruan Wenshan finally softened his hand and the spear head drooped. He pointed to the 1250 Highway and said slowly: "Awen, there is my brother and two cousins ​​on the 1250 Highway! They are all dead! Dead!"

Company Commander Awen finally let go of his five tight fingers, Ruan Wenshan waved his head to the waiting row, made a gesture toward the 1250 path, and disappeared into the valley with his row of soldiers.

The combat range in the valley gradually narrowed, and Cai Wenming's sixth company and the second company who came to reinforce were approaching the path leading to the 1250 Highland. Faced with the enemy's superior forces, Zhang Yan decided to concentrate on making a breakthrough.

A platoon led by Ruan Wenshan also detoured to the edge of the trail and met with a company that had blocked here. The Vietnamese troops on both wings also began to move closer to the trail to form an encirclement.

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and Ruan Wenshan's team had been forced to retreat to the edge of the minefield and built a defense line with some raised piles of rocks.

These stones are quite hard and cannot even be blown up by the rocket launcher. The Vietnamese army hid behind the stone and fired at the soldiers who were trying to break through. More than a dozen people in a platoon of the 7th Company were injured and sacrificed, and the Y Army's defense line still did not break through.

"Fry it, use a rocket launcher to blow it into the grass behind the stone!" Cai Wenming frowned and observed for a while, and ordered his soldiers.

The seventh company commander said: "Xiao Hei, don't waste ammunition! You can't catch it if you hide behind a stone."

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

Several rockets exploded in a line behind the pile of rocks. The air waves and shock waves caused by the explosion detonated countless mines behind. These messy mines, like firecrackers during the New Year, exploded one after another, and shrapnel flew in an instant. This made the Vietnamese soldiers squatting behind the rocks. The sudden change made them not even have the chance to lie down. Some soldiers were hit by shrapnel flying from all directions and turned into hornets' nests on the spot.

Ruan Wenshan, who was hiding on the left side of the trail, also hung up the color, and two pieces of fragments hit his shoulder blades, causing him to suck in the air conditioner.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the Vietnamese defense line, the Eighth Company and the Seventh Company launched an attack, and gunfire sounded, and the line of defense was about to be beaten to pieces.

Ruan Wenshan grabbed the communication machine and shouted at the microphone: "When will the artillery enter the position!? When!?"

There were a burst of noisy interference sounds in the microphone, and it took a long time to hear the echoes intermittently: ".........Half an hour later...you hold on..."

Ruan Wenshan threw the microphone aside in despair, and calculated it very much, but he missed the minefield behind him. Half an hour later, the Pla army was already gone...

His eyes fell on the Pla soldiers who were rushing to the defense line, staring at one of the brave officers...

Cai Wenming held the gun, sometimes firing and sometimes firing. His shooting skills were accurate. A Y-jun machine gunner who had just emerged was lifted off the sky spirit cover by his bullet.

There are more than thirty meters away from the trail. If you break through here, you can rely on the position to snipe the Vietnamese army on both wings. The troops can quickly retreat to the 1250 Highland.

Thinking of this, he seemed to see the victory of breaking through...

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

He found that he was pushed down by someone, with a soft body pressing on his body, and two huge blood holes were drilled out of the bullet on his back as far as he looked.

Cai Wenming turned over and immediately pulled away the comrade who was pounced on him and dragged him behind the stone.

"Old company commander!"

Cai Wenming took out his first aid kit and tore it apart. The triangular bag spread out into a cotton bag. He pressed it on Zhang Yan's chest wound and pressed it tightly, but the blood still burst out like water.

He panicked and shouted, Who has the first aid kit? Give me one! A soldier ran over and fell down, handed him one, untied it, and pressed it up again... It was still futile, the blood did not stop at all, Zhang Yan's life was gradually disappearing with the blood coming out of the wound, his eyes gradually dimmed, and strings of blood foam appeared in his mouth, his hands tightly grasping Cai Wenming's arm, so warm...

Time seemed to flow back to the winter of 1975. On the army heading to the army, Zhang Yan's big hand hooked around Cai Wenming's neck: "Young man, would you like to work in my company?"

...In the Spring Festival of 1976, when someone was reading a letter from his family in the queue, Zhang Yan found Cai Wenming who was crying quietly by the training ground and said kindly: "Xiao Hei, in the company, I am your company commander, in private I am your elder brother, and the company is your home!"

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

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

The Y army throughout the valley saw a quite shocking situation.

A pla officer rushed up the path as if he was desperate, and all his firepower was concentrated on shooting at him. The officer did not use any tactical movements and rushed left and right like crazy. The gun in his hand kept roaring, spewing out a fatal tongue of flames.

Many years later, some surviving Y-jun veterans who were present at that time said, "It's so evil, that Chinese man is like a ghost, and he seems to be unable to kill him..."

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

Soon he realized that the officer came to him. Ruan Wenshan quickly picked up the light machine gun just now and beat him hard. A bloody flower bloomed on the Chinese leg in an instant.

A smile appeared on Ruan Wenshan's lips. He was going to be finished after all. No matter how brave you are, charging forward like this is simply a death.

However, his smile quickly condensed.

In sight, the Chinese soldier was still running wildly, as if the bullet was not hitting him at all...

When Ruan Wenshan came to his senses again, it was too late to continue shooting.

The young officer had already jumped to his side. His gun seemed to have finished firing bullets, but he actually grabbed his machine gun barrel in a flash and pulled the machine gun aside.

The barrel shot no less than a thousand bullets, and it was so hot...

He actually grabbed it with his hands?

Ruan Wenshan was still shocked in an incredible situation. He saw the Type 56 gun stab. Many officers and soldiers like to bring a piece of this kind. The unique and iconic Mitsubishi blood tank raised a cold light in the sun...

Is this a human?
Chapter completed!