The battlefield was filled with flames. Across the fire, the Russian soldiers shot at the retreating Chinese soldiers in the distance. Regardless of whether they were accurate or not, they just vented their anger in this way.
Artillery fire rumbled down the hillside, and amid the smoke and dust from the explosion, the New Army supported their comrades and retreated into the permanent trenches. In the reinforced concrete bunkers, the soldiers finally got a temporary rest.
"You're finally home. Is the hot soup ready? Share the soup with the brothers! Where are the medics? Emergency rescue... The fire can still burn for at least half an hour. Plus the enemy's preparation time, we should There is a forty-five minute break..."
A large pot was burned in each hidden fortification. The cooking soldiers stirred the soup base and sprinkled various seasonings into it. Cut tofu and kelp, as well as carrots, potatoes and other ingredients were tumbling in it.
The canned beef imported from the United States was opened one by one, and the bayonet was slashed on it several times before being thrown into the soup pot. Food in the army never pays attention to appearance, what is important is that it is affordable and high in calories.
The tinplate lunch box was filled with spoonfuls of broth. The soldiers, who were almost exhausted after the bloody battle, drank greedily from the lunch box.
"Don't grab it, don't grab it at all! Just after the battle, drink more soup and eat less dry food... It's not that I'm stingy. If you eat too much dry food, you will vomit in the end. If you want a big meal, I will give it to you after the battle. You guys make stew and eat it..."
The head soldiers shared the broth one by one, and tried to persuade them one by one. When they saw the seriously injured brothers, the head soldiers shed tears in distress, "Why did the fight look so miserable? I have never fought such a miserable battle in these years!" "
Except for the rumbling sound of artillery, there was deathly silence in the trench. Chu Zhao sat on the ammunition box and let the guards bandage his wounds. He raised his head and drank the broth in the lunch box. "Take out all the incendiary bombs we have stored. The individual quality of these Rakshasa ghost soldiers is too strong, and their strength is still superior. If this continues, we may not be able to defend it..."
"Can't hold on anymore? Do you need to mobilize my security company to support you..." It was Xiao Hexin who walked in following the voice. Chu Zhao subconsciously stood at attention and saluted, and the gauze on his left arm fell apart.
"Report to the Chief of General Staff! The Fourth Xuanwu Battalion will resolutely complete its mission and will never embarrass the Chinese!"
Xiao Hexin patted his shoulder and told him to sit down, and then helped him wrap gauze with his own hands. "Don't worry, I'm not provoking the generals. I really want to give you some reinforcements... I saw the battle just now, you guys." It’s not easy to fight!”
"No matter how much we overestimated these enemies before the war, it seems we have underestimated them now. Tsarist Russia can become a huge empire across Europe and Asia. It does have its foundation. The quality of these soldiers has already surpassed ours... "
"I'll give you a company of reinforcements and 20 snipers. You can block the enemy here for an hour... No, no, no, it won't take another hour. You block three shellings for me. You don't have to wait after the three shellings are over. My order is to retreat directly to the last fortress on the top of the mountain. Then your mission will be completed!"
Xiao Hexin waved his hand. Wang Chen's company, which was first stationed in Setouchi, was ready for battle after several hours of rest. Then a row of snipers in camouflage clothes filed in, and soon they Controlled the best shooting angles of the fortress.
Chu Zhao looked at the soldiers gradually taking up positions in the fortress. He asked with a pale face, "Chief of General Staff... Do we really want to give up Jiaziku? Can't we block the enemy in this fortress? Just rely on our Our fortifications, our fortress, will have no problem blocking these Rakshasa ghosts!"
"No! Our purpose is not to block them, but to force the enemy to gradually increase their troops, and finally give up the mountain to the Russian army... Now the enemy is surrounding us, and the final situation should be that we surround the enemy! Trapped! With more than 10,000 troops living here, the Russian warships will not be able to leave here, and they will have to fight us here!"
"The Prime Minister wants total annihilation, not defeat. This is our bottom line! For the final victory, all previous sacrifices are worth it... You can lose your life, but you can't lose your face? What a joke!"
Chu Zhao was silent. He looked back at the many iron gates deep in the fortress. Although he was a little heartbroken when he recalled where the gold was, the order had been issued and he had no right to bargain.
Just as people were talking, the sound of shelling suddenly stopped, and the brief tranquility of the battlefield made people very uncomfortable. At this time, everyone knew that the enemy had assembled its troops again, and the bloody battle was about to begin.
The soldiers lying on the edge of the trench saw the Russian troops swarming up from the bottom of the mountain. The flames of the first trench had been extinguished. Now there were only bursts of black smoke. From the black smoke, one after another, the Russian troops were steadily moving. The pressure came up.
From the first trench at an altitude of 120 meters to the ring fortress at an altitude of 310 meters, there is a gentle slope covered with rocks. Scattered trees are mixed among the large rocks, which limits the charge of the enemy's large corps but also provides opportunities for attack. The enemy provides countless natural cover.
The quality of the individual soldiers of the Russian army is indeed very good. They work as squads and move back and forth among the boulders to alert each other and provide firepower coordination.
"Stop shooting! Shoot again after entering the 100-meter effective zone...Stabilize the front! The terrain is not good for the enemy, they can't come back..."
"Distribute ammunition, and replenish the ammunition base of each squad and platoon... prepare grenades!"
It was already half past two in the afternoon. As a biting mountain wind swept over the mountains, the sound of gunshots once again resounded above Tangwan Mountain, and the most difficult tug-of-war began.
For veterans, fighting is not afraid of brutality or hardship. What they fear most is this kind of tug-of-war. Due to the limitations of the terrain, the attackers cannot launch a large group charge of hundreds of people, and rocks and trees hinder them.
The Russian soldiers could only shoot at the Chinese soldiers in the fortress within the shooting range. It was difficult for each company to form a shooting density. They could only lie down in the pile of rocks, reload and then fire in frustration, reload and then fire again. , over and over again but to no avail.
At this moment, the 4th Xuanwu Battalion was also very depressed. Except for the experienced snipers who could effectively kill some enemies, it was difficult for other soldiers to hit the enemies hidden behind trees and rocks.
Not only was the bullet's lethality poor, but even the grenade's lethality was suppressed. The furious Xuanwu Fourth Battalion consumed a large amount of ammunition, but could not kill a few enemies at all.
The red-haired Major Aikeson, who was officially stationed in the first trench, calmly looked at the attack on the top of the mountain and murmured to himself, "Very good, very good, just harass the enemy like this, let them waste ammunition, and let them wear out their patience! Very good." Great, you really understand the essence of my military order!"
