Chapter 595 The flesh and blood body shocks the demons, and the fierce battle against Musi River
There is no justification for war.
The place where the lines of fire intertwined was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, and the smell of blood was so strong that it made people feel sick to their stomachs.
The smell of burnt cotton clothes, plus various indescribable smells, was blown by the cold wind, covering the entire Lamuga area.
But at this time, no one cared about this.
The fleeing elements who stepped onto the mule and horse trails were severely hit by a round of fire. The crowded crowd began to retreat. The screams of panic and the chaotic gunshots showed the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.
The retreat is slow in coming, but not slow in retreating.
The opponent left behind a pile of twisted corpses and retreated in a panic.
Chen Jun's scope was always aimed at the guy on horseback. In fact, he didn't care at all whether this person was the leader. He just didn't like this person.
Taking advantage of the opponent's panicked retreat, holding the reins with both hands and shouting, he shot the opponent through the back of the head.
They suddenly suffered such a big loss when they fled back, but their reaction was not slow. After taking advantage of the number of people to withdraw a certain distance, as expected, they began to organize firepower and counterattack at the shooting point.
Light machine guns, heavy machine guns, and submachine guns started a tug-of-war under the moonlight.
After Chen Jun and Wang Jianxing finished the first round, they immediately lay down behind the defensive position, listening to the bullets flying above their heads. Lao Wang took off his goggles and looked at Chen Jun with a heavy breath and a grin.
Seeing that the other party was calm and calm, without any nervousness like participating in actual combat for the first time, Wang Jianxing said curiously: "Captain, this is not your first time fighting this kind of battle."
"I remember when I first came to the border defense, when I fought with these returning gangs, they would lie on the ground with their eyes closed, raising their hands and just shooting randomly. After shooting a shuttle, my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even take off the magazine."< br>
"You are better than me."
"Whatever, my brother also won first-class collective merit."
Chen Jun joked with a smile.
You can mention the first-class collective meritorious service, but why we signed a confidentiality agreement at the time of the meritorious service cannot be said.
At this time, Wang Jianxing didn't have the time to think about this.
He took a deep breath, and knew that he was fine from the captain's tone, so he continued: "Captain, we have been observing during the day, and we didn't find anything different about the return this time."
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"But you can tell the difference when you play against each other. I guess there are people in the opponent's crowd who are good at commanding."
Lao Wang's words are not without purpose. To put it bluntly, they are just a group of bandits who rob homes, steal chickens and dogs, and bully border residents.
If they fight against the regular army, they can also bully and bully the parallel importers on the other side of the Musi River. They rarely dare to attack their own border defense company on such a large scale.
Of course it's not impossible.
But in the past, those who just saw things wrong and rubbed their feet were just a group of stragglers, unable to organize a decent counterattack at all.
When Chen Jun heard this, he did not say a word, but lay on the ground and listened carefully to the gunfire from the opposite side.
From the neat and orderly gunfire, it is not difficult to judge that the retreating gang did not fire randomly during retreat, but intended to completely consume them.
I hope the support from the regiment headquarters can come quickly.
Chen Jun secretly thought to himself that what this tug of war is about is the ammunition reserves and firepower investment of both sides.
There are hundreds of people here, but there are less than 200 people here. The longer it takes, the greater the losses of the border defense company will be.
Every soldier is a treasure on the snow-capped mountains and a hero of the country. There can be no mistakes.
But in this case, you can only spend it hard.
Don't talk about personal heroism, or about one person fighting dozens of people, that's all nonsense. Get out and see if the rows of bullets outside recognize you?
Tactical arrangements are useless. It is the duty of the border guards to guard the defense line. They can't even take a step back. There is no other way but to hold on.
The tug-of-war started, and soldiers were hit by stray bullets from time to time. The health team here on the defense line continued to transport the wounded to the rear.
Being at a numerical disadvantage, Chen Jun and his regiment had no choice but to participate in the battle, fighting back the onslaught again and again.
The battle became tense.
The fighting was fierce on the mountain, and the soldiers in the supply camp at the foot of the mountain were clearing the snow on the mountain road like crazy. It was unclear.
If the snow, which is taller than a person, is not completely cleared away, rescuers will not be able to go up the mountain, supplies will not be transported up, and the Lamujia border defense company will not be able to sustain it for long.
The leader of the supply camp, a third-term veteran, waved the shovel in his hand and even took off his coat, wearing only a thin training uniform.
It wasn't that he didn't know the cold, but the coat was too much in the way of shoveling snow.
The cold wind blew by, and the training uniforms were soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to the body. However, the third-term veteran did not care about his own situation and shouted at the side: "Brothers, work harder."
"The political commissar from the regiment, the brothers from the artillery company, and the brothers from the engineering brigade are on their way over. Time is life. No matter what, this section of the mountain road must be cleared before the people from the regiment arrive."
"Yes!!"
The roars were mixed together, but the supply camp was used as a material transfer station. Generally, there were not many people stationed there, not even enough for one squad, in the vast snow-capped mountains.
With so few people, progress is pitiful.
But no one gave up, and no one complained. Listening to the dense gunfire faintly coming from the mountain, the soldiers in the supply camp were heartbroken.
At the foot of the cold snow-capped mountains, several soldiers waved the shovels in their hands, and there was a faint white mist all over their bodies, which was the heat emitting from their bodies being evaporated.
When the political commissar of the 353rd Regiment arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw that the road up the mountain had been dug for nearly 100 meters, Cui Zhongquan picked up the shovel from the back seat of the old jeep without even giving an order with his red eyes.
Be the first to go up the mountain and join the excavation team.
Immediately afterwards, more than 60 soldiers from the regiment's engineering brigade also joined, and the soldiers from the artillery company pushed old retired cannons from the mainland toward the mountain.
Due to the environment, even if they are equipped with self-propelled howitzers, they cannot drive up the mountain. On the contrary, this old-fashioned towed cannon can be disassembled more easily.
The moonlight is pouring down, like scattered diamonds on the snow in the dark night, paving it into a Milky Way. The beautiful scenery on the snow-capped mountains is unique.
It's a pity that no one wants to appreciate it.
The people at the bottom of the mountain are fighting for their lives, and the people on the mountain are fighting for their lives.
The Lamuga border defense company has lost count of how many waves of counterattacks they have repelled.
Just like what Wang Jianxing said before, these guys should have changed their command, and they were smart enough to use the enemy-tiring tactic and launch attacks intermittently.
Don't give this side a chance to breathe at all.
Soldiers on both sides of the defense line fought fiercely for several hours, and many veterans were carried back.
This battle was very frustrating, very frustrating.
The retreat was obviously well-prepared, with superior numbers and weapons, and the casualties were increasing.
Seeing that another round of attack was about to come, outside the mule and horse road and beside the Musi River, the dark crowd moved again.
Under the moonlight, it was obvious that there were more people pressing up this time.
Yes, the two sides have been fighting in a stalemate for so long. Even a fool can tell how many people and how much firepower there are here.
Wang Jianxing stretched his head to take a look, and immediately smiled bitterly.
His already chapped lips were oozing with blood. Lao Wang struggled to take out a small cloth bag from his pocket and stuffed it to Chen Jun.
"Captain, I finally understand. This group of people who have returned are planning to fight us to the death. Their bodies of flesh and blood can shock the demons, and their blood sacrifices to the border guards and the Qingshan Mountains are nothing. I was prepared on the first day of the border defense. ”
"Right now, the fire line on the left wing of the company has suffered too much damage. I have to go over and bring people to make up for it. If we don't make up for it, we may not be able to repel this wave of enemies."
"Captain, please give the order to blow the trumpet and ask the fellow villagers in the air-raid shelter to retreat. It will be difficult for us to survive this night."
"In the cloth bag is a photo of my son and I. We can't let these beasts penetrate me. My son is very cute with a tiger head and a tiger head. We can't scare him." "Xiao Xing, Er Mao, you two protect the leader and retreat. If the leader makes a mistake, I will kill you when I come back from killing the enemy.”
"Others, follow me to the left defensive line to fill in."
After Wang Jianxing finished speaking, he was about to turn over, but his shoulders were firmly held down by Chen Jun.
The left and right defense lines were distributed on both sides of the mule and horse road. One side lacked too much firepower. Once it was unable to conduct crossfire and repel the enemy, there would only be greater casualties on our side.
Chen Jun naturally knows such a simple truth.
But he really couldn't help watching his comrades beside him die, because blocking the left wing was equivalent to being at the forefront of the battle, and sacrifice was only a matter of time.
"You stay, I'll go."
Chen Jun's eyes were piercing. He held Wang Jianxing's shoulder firmly with his right hand, and then looked at the two soldiers who were following him from the regiment headquarters.
"You two take the chief of staff away. He knows the 353rd regiment better than me. It's okay without me as the regiment leader. Anyway, I haven't learned how to manage this regiment yet."
"Take Lao Wang and get out."
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Chen Jun roared loudly and stuffed the cloth bag thrown by Wang Jianxing back into Lao Wang's arms.
Then he grabbed the assault rifle next to him and hunched over to the left wing.
"Captain, Lao Chen, you are such a bitch. I have a son, why are you robbing me?"
Wang Jianxing stood up with a low roar and pushed away the two soldiers who were trying to help him evacuate. He stared at his eyes and said: "Blow the trumpet and tell the comrades in the rear to evacuate."
"You guys, come with me. Even if you take the leader away, knock him unconscious and drag him away, we can't let him stay here even if he dies here."
"As a regiment leader, if I get into the hands of those who are fleeing, I will not be able to bear the responsibility of Political Commissar Cui."
Wang Jianxing is a very pure warrior. Ever since his leg was injured by the bomb, he has been fighting with these gangs who fled back.
It is true that Chen Jun is the new regiment leader, and it is true that he is a talent transferred from the mainland war zone, but for him, a veteran of border defense, Chen Jun's value is far greater than him.
Then you have to live.
The soldiers could not stop such a chief of staff at all, so they had to rush to the left wing with him.
Da da da da
Before Wang Jianxing could rush to the defense line, another round of attack began.
This kind of attack and defense has no technical content at all.
Some are just battles of blood and fire.
The light and heavy machine guns in the line of fire are to suppress the speed of the enemy's attack. At this time, the assault rifle in Chen Jun's hand is completely useless.
He could only replace the heavy machine gun barrel and replace the fallen soldiers.
The battle is still going on, but this time there are too many people returning, and the opponent's fire suppression is even more intense than here.
Chen Jun pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun and lowered his head to shoot, but he hadn't fired a few shots yet.
Bian Wentong, the instructor of Lamujia, grabbed Chen Jun's waist and dragged him back: "Class 3, where are the people in Class 3? Drag the leader back to the air-raid shelter."
Chen Jun couldn't react to the sudden change. He had never done anything like this in previous wars.
Just when the soldiers from the third squadron rushed over to drag people away, just when Wang Jianxing came over to take over his position, just when the returning elements fired the most intensely.
Suddenly there was a "buzzing" sound in the air.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
A series of light explosions exploded from mid-air, and countless tear gas canisters, illumination bombs, and smoke bombs were projected.
Impartially, just hit the position of the bridge over the Musi River.
The area where the returning elements gathered was instantly shrouded in smoke, and bursts of exclamations could be heard.
When Chen Jun saw this fighting method, he suddenly felt very familiar. When he looked up into the air, there was a flare illuminating it.
You can clearly see six helicopters circling in mid-air, with heavy machine guns in the cockpit sticking out of the hatch and pointing directly at the ground.
This kind of aerial firepower suppresses infantry, which is a natural advantage, but that is not what surprised Chen Jun.
That is to say, the terrain of this place is special, and the combined units cannot come up. Otherwise, just a thousand times of scurrying around is useless, and a tank company can kill them.
What really surprised Chen Jun was that there were no other markings on the fuselage of these helicopters, only a ferocious black hawk looking for prey.
He knows this logo very well. It is the Flying Eagle Squadron under the Dragon Tooth Commando. Chen Jun used to be the Tyrannosaurus Squadron, which is purely an army combat squad.
The Flying Eagle Squadron belongs to the Air Force Combat Squadron.
But don't underestimate the Dragon Tooth Commandos. They are a sharp blade in war. Commandos are different from special forces. These people are good at all kinds of fighting methods, such as sea, land, air, space and electricity.
It is also equipped with the most advanced fighter aircraft and army combat vehicles.
With the continuous evolution of modern warfare, this is a group of units that exist purely for war. They can cooperate with any main force in the sea, land, air and space to give the enemy the most fatal blow when necessary.
Of course, it is still not possible to expect them to fight head-on. This is the task of the Grand Army.
The people who had originally rushed back were completely blindsided by this sudden attack, and the crowd began to retreat.
But it would be too late to withdraw at this time.
The veterans of the Lamujia Border Guard Company saw the opportunity and pulled the trigger desperately against the place shrouded in smoke.
Flames spit out, and rows of bullets press into the crowd.
Chen Jun knew that the crisis was over this time. The moment the Flying Eagle Squad came over, these returning elements would surely suffer a big loss.
Ten minutes, just ten minutes later.
The originally dark Musi River was full of returning elements, waiting for the smoke screen to clear.
Within a few hundred meters, there were enemies lying all over the place. Even if they managed to escape from being shot, they were still lying on the ground with their hands on their guns, not daring to raise their heads.
The soldiers of the border defense company stood up from the firing line one by one and looked at the tragic scene. No one cheered or smiled.
Because they stay here all year round, for them, as long as the gun is fired and the battle begins, there can be no winner.
Hui Chuan was indeed severely damaged this time and even almost destroyed, but what about his own side?
How many comrades stayed in the snowy mountains forever in this battle.
Chief of Staff Wang is right. On the first day when the border guards arrived here, many of them made plans to fight off the demons with their flesh and blood, and were mentally prepared to sleep in the snowy mountains.
But these are comrades who get along day and night. No matter how many years have passed, every time we look back on the past, we can recall every journey, every step, every mountain, every water, every tree and plant we have experienced together.
In war, there is no winner.
Some are just left to those who are still alive, endless sorrow and remembrance.
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PS: I have been thinking about this plot for a long time. In fact, I want to write some stories of passion, confrontation, and battle. After all, it is a novel, and the protagonist must be highlighted.
But due to certain restrictions, I can't write it down in detail, and I also have some feelings of my own. I feel that the plot of the border defense line should not be mixed with those, and can restore a small part of the real situation.
(End of chapter)