"After the battle starts, the special battalion doesn't care about anything and just rush in for me. I only have one request. They must penetrate a kilometer in depth and come out within half an hour."
When making arrangements before the battle, Bai Xiaoqi gritted his teeth.
"Don't worry, Commander, I will personally follow the special battalion. If we can't take Hill 603, you can use my head as a chamber pot."
Xie Qian, political commissar of the Thirteenth Regiment, pulled out his sword and struck it on the ground, while issuing a military order.
This former gangster is now famous among the Xia army for his bravery and willingness to fight to the death.
Bai Xiaoqi still trusted this beloved general.
"I gave you all the shotguns, don't save bullets for me, I just want depth."
When Xie Qian laughs, he looks like a night owl, very scary.
"Just take a look."
Bai Xiaoqi looked at Sui Zhizhong again.
"You just follow the special battalion and follow the passage they opened to capture Tongshen Ridge for me. I only give you six hours. You are not allowed to complain to me, and you are not allowed to fail."
Sui Zhizhong was really happy to get the main attack task.
"Everyone in our group has brought ten grenades. Even if it explodes, I will blow up Tongshen Ridge."
What Bai Xiaoqi likes most is the fearless courage of his generals.
"The Fourteenth Regiment, the sheep attack mission on the peaks on the left and right sides must be done well. If any of the enemy's soldiers are transferred to the front, I will ask you."
Lu Zhiqian and Xiang Zuolin, who only got the sheep attack mission, were very unhappy.
"Master, although we are attacking like sheep, what will happen if we defeat the mountain leaders on both sides?"
Le Xinfeng burst into laughter.
"If you defeat them, then attack according to the trend. At that time, there will be no distinction between main attack and sheep attack. They will all be main attacks."
Xiang Zuolin's eyes widened.
"Political Commissar, spit and nail, you must keep your word."
Le Xinfeng snorted: "When did I stop keeping my word? Whether you can turn the sheep attack into the main attack depends on your ability."
Among the group leaders, Zhu Dingyan was the calmest.
Born in a scholarly family, he has already developed the skill of meditation. He knew that the current operation was so big that the 15th Regiment would definitely not be useless.
Sure enough, Bai Xiaoqi found them.
"After the 13th and 14th regiments break through the frontal positions, they must not give the enemy a chance to relax, so your 15th regiment must resolutely intervene. Fight as far as you can, and it will be a bad battle and a chaotic battle. It doesn’t matter, just don’t stop.”
Zhu Dingyan drew lines on the map with his finger.
"Tomorrow morning, our regiment will attack Sanguli."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was very surprised.
Tamgok-ri can be regarded as the middle location between Pyeongchang and Hongcheon.
In other words, Zhu Dingyan actually wanted to attack and advance two hundred miles in one day and one night.
Huang Long was very serious.
"War is no joke, and you are not allowed to show off."
Xia Congsheng couldn't be more satisfied with his partner's ambition.
"The enemy's forces are all on the front line, and the limited reserves are behind the high ground. Extending further to the rear, there is no power at all. If we can't only run this far, we are absolutely confident that we can attack Hongchuan and capture many people alive. Ergon."
The 13th Regiment is responsible for the main attack, the 14th Regiment is responsible for the two-wing attack, and the 15th Regiment is responsible for drilling deeply. The remaining 16th Regiment needs to consolidate the occupied area.
This mission seems to be a finishing touch, but in fact, dealing with the remaining enemies is the most dangerous, and it takes a long time to fight against each other.
Sha Rushang and Qi Jiaxuan, who put the overall situation first, did not express dissatisfaction, but happily accepted the task.
Near noon, the units of the Fourth Division began to move into attack positions.
A large number of Xia troops could be seen surging from the top of the mountain, and Suna got the news immediately.
He rushed to the front and leaned over to observe, frowning involuntarily.
In mountainous operations, it has become common sense that both the offensive and defensive sides can invest very limited troops at one time.
But this time, the Xia Army's Fourth Division on the opposite side had more than 5,000 troops visible to the naked eye.
What kind of play is this?
Before he could figure it out, the artillery of the Fourth Division opened fire first.
Having fought many times, the Qing army already had experience. As soon as they heard the sound of Xia Jun's artillery, they immediately hid in the artillery caves.
These deep holes dug in the front of the trenches were supported by wood and could effectively defend against shelling. Although he was like a mouse hiding in it, as long as he didn't want to die, he could only endure it as unruly as the Qing army.
Xia Jun's shelling this time was particularly different, as if it would never stop.
Countless shells eventually landed on the top of the mountain.
What surprised the Qing army was that none of the many shells exploded and no one was hurt.
The Qing army looked at each other in confusion, wondering what was going on.
However, this doubt did not last long.
Those shells still exploded after hitting the ground, but what was emitted was not the terrifying metal fragments and gunpowder shock waves, but clouds of yellow smoke.
The smoke created by hundreds of artillery shells suddenly enveloped the entire mountain.
The Qing army had long been prepared for this tactic of smoke attack. Many people immediately covered their mouths and noses and did not take it seriously.
But when the smoke drifted closer, the Qing army discovered the horror of it.
"Ah...my eyes!"
"My body feels so itchy, who can help me?"
Everyone who was eroded by the smoke had severe pain in their eyes and tears. At the same time, red rashes appeared one after another on the skin on the body, and the irritating itching went straight to the mind, causing many people to abandon their weapons and start scratching.
The same goes for Suna.
He felt as if his throat was on fire, making him unable to breathe. My eyes felt like they had been stabbed with needles and I couldn't open them at all. But even so, tears still flowed.
What is this thing and why is it so vicious?
Suna couldn't see anything and could only hear people nearby wailing. While stumbling, I didn't know who I bumped into, and finally fell to the ground.
Before he could get up, someone bumped into him again and pinned him directly down.
Seeing the yellow smoke rising from the top of the mountain, Bai Xiaoqi jumped up.
"All troops attack!"
The special forces battalion at the front received the order, picked up a hood and put it on their heads.
This cover is made of thick leather and is airtight.
The eyes are equipped with lenses, which do not affect the field of vision at all.
At the same time, there is a small raised metal can at the mouth and nose.
The outside of the small jar is layered with fine metal mesh, and inside is filled with charcoal, thick cotton cloth and fine sand.
This is a simple gas mask.
It is useless when encountering real poison gas bombs, but the poisonous smoke released by Xia Jun can completely prevent it.
Everyone in the special battalion wore simple gas masks, picked up shotguns, and rushed into the poisonous smoke without fear.
The Qing army had already lost its combat effectiveness under the attack of poisonous smoke, like a headless fly. But they could see clearly without any hindrance.
Their figures flashed from time to time in the poisonous smoke, like demons coming to the world. Shotguns fired wildly, clearing the trenches one by one.
In just one stick of incense, not a single one of the more than 800 Qing troops on the entire mountain survived.
Hearing the sound of gunshots close to his ears, Suna knew that this was the Xia army's attack.
He became even more anxious and finally pushed the person on him away with great effort.
But as soon as he stood up, he was faced with a violent metal jet, which turned his body into a hornet's nest.
This son-in-law of Nurhaci, the father of the famous Manchu minister Suk Saha, and the commander-in-chief of the Qing army in Pingchang, lost his life at the beginning of the war.
