Chapter 610: The Dream That Was Blown Up

"Hurry up, the son has already rushed up!" Chen Binghua couldn't care about the shattered trench mirror at this time, and turned around and shouted. If you look at it from the trench mirror, you can see through the thick smoke of gunpowder in the light of the shells, and you can also see the Russian soldiers rushing over like ants under black pressure, and they rushed up with the explosion point of the shells that opened the way in front of them.

"The enemy was 80 meters in front of Observation Post No. 257, and the shells hit 8 with 8 He said that Jiang Qingchang was already shouting loudly.

In order to make the signal smoother, Jiang Qingchang carried the walkie-talkie directly out of the anti-artillery hole to hide the artillery, and the walkie-talkie was unfortunately hit by shrapnel and malfunctioned, and finally under his encouragement, when the communication was restored, the advance of the Soviet Russian army had pressed in front of their observation post.

The artillery shells of the vanguard army also suddenly became fierce, and in addition to attacking the artillery positions of Soviet Russia, those forward positions that had already demarcated the coordinates were also attacked. However, the shelling of these premises requires the guidance of artillery reconnaissance.

During the day, the aerial artillery reconnaissance of the vanguard army made a deep impression on the Russians. In the absence of air superiority, Soviet Russia chose to attack at night. And at night, the artillery fire of the vanguard was also weakened a lot. Artillery reconnaissance in the air could not be observed, and the radar of the base could not be scanned so finely, and the artillery bombardment could only rely on ground observation posts.

But now Jiang Qingchang doesn't know what to say, and his eyes are full of Soviet and Russian soldiers. Although the artillery shells of the vanguard army began to roar, they could not stop the rushing tide at all. Although the area north of 80 meters inexhaustibly blew up the corpses of Russian soldiers, the Russian troops quickly rushed forward with the stumps and severed arms of their comrades.

"It's too far, it's closer. 50 meters, no, 30 meters. The son rushed up, damn it, and fired at me, at me, covering the bombardment! Jiang Qingchang saw the Russian soldiers getting closer and closer, and couldn't help shouting.

"Boom!" A grenade exploded beside him, sending him flying and falling backwards. At such a close distance, the Russian soldiers had already thrown grenades. Chen Binghua was also blown over in the trench by a grenade, but it also saved his life. Before he could get up with his Suomi submachine gun, a bigger blow knocked him down again, like a stylish hand.

Loud bangs rang in his ears, and the loud explosions echoed underground, especially when the heavy cannon fell and bounced his entire body up again. Head. hair

"Poof!" He couldn't help but spit blood, and then the floating soil on both sides suddenly buried most of his body.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was already lying in the hospital in the wilderness, and there was a more exciting scene after he was wrong.

In fact, they were not the only observation posts on the front line, and at that moment, almost all the observation posts came with the news that the Soviet Russian troops were rushing up. Having received intelligence from the front, the shells intercepted by the vanguard army seemed to be useless. The waves of the Russian army seemed to be an endless stream, drowning the blanks like black spots swept by those craters, and continued to surge forward.

Kochagin felt that he couldn't stop at all, and if he hesitated, he would be swept down and trampled by the sea of people behind. With the machine guns behind them and the humiliation of deserters in the way, everyone could only rush forward desperately. Ulla's shouts stirred through the crowd, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat. He was surrounded by the boundless darkness of the night, and the screaming and hideous faces that came out after the cannon fire shone, like a dream.

But soon, he woke up from his dream.

There was a loud and deafening noise that he couldn't hear anything, and all that was around him was fire. He couldn't hear the whistling of rockets, but he could see the trail of flames in the air. It's as beautiful as fireworks. It was like a sudden dawn, the whole world was full of flames, and the Russian soldiers who were burning and screaming in blood seemed to be unleashing the last dance of their lives.

He didn't know that this was the rocket artillery of the vanguard army that initiated the bombardment, although the rocket artillery that had been prepared a long time ago could not be used to fight back at the artillery of Soviet Russia because of its short range, but it was the sharpest tactic used against this large-scale crowd of people. The entire front line became a sea of fire, and the light of the fire shone for hundreds of miles, and the eyes of both sides seemed to be focused on this sea of fire that meandered for three kilometers at that moment.

In the beginning, it was the light of fire that illuminated the path of human civilization, but now it is the flames of war burning here, and the smell of burnt human flesh volatilizes in the air.

"Blizzard?" The commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Front, Apanashchenko, who ran to the front line to encourage and condole, looked at the skyrocketing fire in the distance and was obviously stunned, but then continued to say with a cold face: "Artillery cover, continue to charge!" ”

He didn't care about the outcome of the charge in front of him, and he didn't know the painful account of the casualties. The Russian army was also equipped with rocket artillery, and after seeing the effect of rocket artillery, he already knew that few would survive such a massive blizzard. But none of this is what he cares about, what he cares about is the result of the victory at the front, no matter how big the price is.

He knew that now while it was dark, there would be more in Soviet Russia. They will be more passive than after dawn, with the air force of Soviet Russia, which is now in a backward situation.

The Russian artillery bombarded the position of the rocket artillery like crazy, not caring about the return fire of the vanguard army on the opposite side after the storm. They knew that the threat of rocket artillery was greater, and they also knew that the reloading of rocket artillery was inconvenient, but they didn't know that in Meng Xiang's personal order, the rocket artillery army would change places with one cannon. The transfer of those on-board rocket artillery is also very convenient.

The Russian artillery partly bombarded the rocket artillery positions, and returned fire to the artillery of the vanguard army, and partly continued to bombard the positions of the vanguard army, while the Russian army of people slowly squirmed forward again in the dark night illuminated by fire.

Kochagin did not die, he survived lying in a pool of blood from the pile of corpses, but his whole body was scalded with boiling blood, but his blistered right hand could still grasp the rifle, and was carried forward by the soldiers on the left and right behind him. Behind him, no one retreated, and the frozen bodies of the soldiers who had been swept down by the machine guns of law enforcement still lay there.

Kochakin's eyes were confused, and he raised his head to look at the sky, and the stars were already obscured by the smoke and could not be seen. However, there was a loud roar of planes in the air.

"Airplanes?" Kochakin's heart shrank, after experiencing the events of the first two days, he knew that the planes that were still flying in the air at night were basically Chinese. This time, though, he guessed wrong. In view of the fact that the bombardment of the vanguard army at night caused great losses to the Soviet Russian airfields and artillery positions, the instructions from Moscow were to overwhelm the momentum of the Chinese.

For this reason, after hearing that the front-line air force had suffered heavy losses, many new support planes came one after another during the day. Many of them were bombers, and the pilots who flew them were also very good and could fly at night. Moscow had only one instruction, that is, to bomb the Chinese once at night.

At this time, the roar of the planes rolling in the sky was the formation of Soviet and Russian bombers that were going to attack, and it was their mission to blow up the airfield and artillery positions provided by the lost spies.

Kochagin couldn't help but be a little confused when he heard the thunder rolling towards the vanguard position, but someone in the army had already shouted: "That's our plane, go and blow up the nest of the lost yellow-skinned monkey!" ”

"Ulla!" This time the cheers were louder, the morale was boosted, and the pace of the charge forward was faster.

But a scream of an airplane came, and a huge big bird fell from the sky with a long trajectory of firelight, and under the flash of tracer bullets in the air, the figure of the Black Widow fighter flashed by, continuing to pursue behind. One of the bombers' thoughts had already burned, reflecting the logo of the Russian Air Force above. But soon a larger fireball exploded on the fuselage, and the B-3 heavy bomber disintegrated directly above the heads of the long-mouthed Russian soldiers.

"Boom!" The wreckage of another -2M-103 bomber crashed next to the advancing Russian soldiers, this time without the cheers of Ula, and next to the flaming wreckage, the faces of the Russian soldiers, somewhat numb, flashed.

Kochagin only glanced at it when he passed by, and he couldn't see it clearly in the air, but the sound of fierce fighting there could still be heard, but the planes that fell were marked with the Soviet and Russian Air Forces.

The Russians apparently did not carefully learn from others about the night combat capabilities of the Vanguard Air Force, nor did they know about the radar placement of the Vanguard Army.

Although the Russians have tried their best to avoid the possible location of the radar stations they have detected, they have ignored the fact that the sub-bases themselves have radar warning functions within the scale of their direct jurisdiction. Soon after the formation of fifty bombers from Soviet Russia took off, the vigilant -61 Black Widow fighters were already eager to wait for their arrival in the air.

Still in accordance with the vanguard army's consistent local combat advantage of caring for the pilots, the bombers of Soviet Russia were all let in, and then closed the door to shoot birds.

At this time, the Soviet Russian fighters did not have the ability to fight at night, and even those bombers did not have much experience in night bombing, but only used the guidance of spies to conduct a night attack on political performances according to the experience of those excellent pilots. Among them, the morale-boosting political show has fought a real combat significance, but they unfortunately encountered a vanguard army with the ability to fight at night.

Bombers bring fighters, and although formation defense is somewhat useful, it is more of a one-sided slaughter. Under a group of widows, the big birds soon suffered a collective tragedy. ro@