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Since the march all the way, there has basically been no time when heavy artillery has been used, so Gao Xiang's artillery battalion is idle, and the 1,000 and hundreds of soldiers are humming all day long to ask their battalion commander to ask for some combat missions, even if it is only a rapid-fire mission.

"Gao Xiang, don't give me nonsense, you kid, the task will be there soon, the premise is that you have to be ready, understand?"

"Report to the brigade commander, we understand very well that we have long been ready for battle, and we will listen to orders at any time, hurry up and give us some tasks, our shells are going to rust."

Wang Chengde, the political commissar who was listening to the phone, said to Li Yong: "Dayong, Gao Xiang, this kid is in a hurry, I think I'll give them some tasks this time, how are you going to start?" ”

"First surround the enemy, then bombard it with heavy artillery, then move the tank battalion down the hill, use the direct-aim artillery on the tank to clear the remaining fire points at a fixed point, and finally the infantry go up the hill to solve the battle, what do you think?"

"Thunderball, what else can be said about such a means, I completely agree."

The commanders of the two Duli brigades reached an agreement, and the subordinate units immediately began to move, with infantry, artillery, armor, and brigades shuttling through the movement.

The six generations of Tibetan troops on the mountain also have the advantage of topography, the advantage is that the line of sight is relatively open, standing high and looking far, and the People's Liberation Army moving back and forth down the mountain can probably see some, although they can't see all of them, it's still no problem to see part of the troop movement.

A Tibetan soldier ran to the leading officer Mao Xia in a panic: "Sir, sir, the general situation is not good." ”

The head of the sixth generation Ben Maoxia was dizzy after drinking, and he stretched out his leg and kicked: "What's fucking bad, there are things that won't be said slowly?" ”

"Sir, it's not me talking nonsense, look at the mountain. The communist army was not two or three hundred people at all, and there were at least a thousand people, as if there were still artillery. ”

Mao Xia's head trembled a little, a cold sweat broke out under the nervousness, and his head was a little clearer, this guy stood up and walked with the guards to a very open observation post and looked down the mountain.

The figure in the khaki military uniform at the foot of the mountain was faintly visible, interspersed with movement back and forth, and the more people looked at it, the more people seemed to be more than a thousand.

The more she looked at it, the more frightened she became, and Mao Xia grinned and cursed: "What about him." What kind of information is this, Yushu's intelligence station has not found it yet, Lao Tzu has to kill them all, but it will kill me. ”

The sixth generation of Mao Xia left aside the ninth generation of the book and acted alone, and it was very important that the intelligence station in Yushu said that the communist army was only two or three hundred people. That's why he acted in advance without any scruples, and he also showed the nine generations of Bengesang Wangdui and others their bravery. This time it's good. The communist army was found, but not two or three hundred as previously thought, and according to the results of visual observations, there were at least more than 1,000 people.

The communist army has more than 1,000 people, which is about the same as the strength of one of its own generations, taking into account the combat effectiveness of the PLA. Mao Xia's whole body trembled involuntarily, the so-called bravery is to kill people.

There are communist troops in front of and behind the mountain, this is his mother's surrounded by the communist army, and the six generations of Ben Maoxia have the heart to die. He regretted why he rushed so fast, why didn't he let Jiuyo Ben be a substitute for the dead ghost in front?

It was late, and just as Mao Xia patted his thigh and regretted it, he only heard a hissing sound from the sky, a kind of chirp with a long tail, and experienced fighters knew that it was the sound of a cannonball moving through the air at high speed.

The cannonballs came over, and the most correct action at this time was to find a favorable terrain nearby to lie down and hide, but no one in the Tibetan army knew what this sound was, and they stared at the air with curious eyes.

A few minutes later, a huge explosion sounded on the hilltop position, it was a shell of the 105 howitzer, a shell is a large crater, after a few bangs, these buns Tibetan troops were almost scared to pee their pants, and some people stood up and wanted to flee from the position.

The sixth generation of Ben Maoxia is more or less stable than ordinary soldiers, this guy saw that some soldiers were about to escape, so he shouted hysterically: "Brothers, don't be afraid, the communist artillery can't hit accurately, we just need to hide and be fine, listen to my orders, retract your head, don't look at the communist shells." ”

Mao Xia's shout really worked, because the Tibetan soldiers did see it at this time, the communist army's artillery is one cannon in the east and one in the west, and there is no accurate head at all, and a few cannons have no effect, and such artillery is still terrible, and it can't kill people.

The soldiers who were frightened by the cannon and wanted to pee their pants stabilized again, yes, the communist army's artillery could not be hit accurately, and if they wanted to go up the mountain, they would be exposed to their guns, and they would become their targets, and it seemed that the communist army, which was rumored to be a scorpion tiger, had nothing to fear.

Seeing that the PLA's artillery could not hit accurately, some Tibetan soldiers simply stood up from their positions, jumped around on the hillside, and shouted loudly: "Hit us with artillery, hurry up, we are not afraid." ”

Li Yong saw the behavior of the Tibetan soldiers clearly in the binoculars, but he didn't understand what the Tibetan soldiers were shouting and what they were doing.

The call was directly received from the engineer company, and the brigade commander Li Yong found the instructor Lao Zhou: "Lao Zhou, I'm Li Yong, what are these guys shouting?" Why don't you dodge when you see a shell? ”

Zhou Daxing, the old Red Army, laughed and replied: "Brigade commander, they are laughing at our shells for not hitting accurately, and they are still shouting that they are not afraid at all, in short, they are watching our jokes." ”

What? Laugh at the inaccuracy of our shells? Li Yong's head was a little confused by this group of Tibetan troops, Li Yong turned to political commissar Wang Chengde and said: "Old Wang, the Tibetan army can't even understand our artillery in the test firing, right?" Is it possible? ”

Wang Chengde coughed and replied: "Hey, it's really not possible, looking at their stupid appearance, it is very likely that they don't know that this is our artillery shell test firing, Dayong, if it goes on like this, this group of fools will not be far from death." ”

After a few shells were test-fired, Gao Xiang's artillery battalion was completely ready for battle, and all the shooting elements had been marked, and the battalion commander Gao Xiang shouted the password: "Target, expose the infantry on the top of the mountain, kill explosive shells, ten rounds of rapid fire, prepare -- release." ”

More than 100 heavy howitzers, divided into several artillery groups, the black muzzles were held high, and with the commander's order, the fierce muzzles retracted backwards, and with a bang, the projectiles roared out.

Ten rounds of rapid fire, more than 100 heavy artillery pieces were fired at the same time, which was equivalent to a heavy artillery regiment firing at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, more than 1,000 shells fell on the hilltop position of the Tibetan army, which had a small range.

Fire, shrapnel, smoke, corpses, and a large number of rocks that were blown up turned the entire Tibetan army position into a living hell in less than a minute.

The stone walls erected by the Tibetan army all over the mountains increased the destructive power of the shells, and as long as one shell landed on the stone wall, the stones and shrapnel would shatter all objects within a radius of several tens of meters.

There were no decent fortifications, no anti-artillery holes, maybe the Tibetan army did not know what anti-artillery holes were at all, only some simple stone walls, under the ferocious blows of the heavy artillery of the Duli brigade, there was no resistance at all, the corpses were blown into pieces, weapons and war horses were blown into the sky, and then turned into pieces and fell back to the position.

More than 1,000 Tibetan soldiers cried and ran in all directions under the intense artillery fire, blindly fleeing for their lives, and there was only one end for blindly fleeing under the artillery fire, that is, being blown into powder by the next shell.

This is the rookie table that has not been baptized by the big battlefield, under the attack of artillery fire, the best way is to find a place to find a way to hide, and standing up and running around can only die a little faster.

Commanders at all levels of the Duli Brigade were observing the effects of the shelling through binoculars, and Brigade Commander Li Yong was still exchanging his views with Political Commissar Wang Chengde:

"Lao Wang, this is also the main force of the Tibetan army? It's simply vulnerable, and if you continue like this, after a few rounds of shelling, I'm afraid there won't be many people left on the mountain. ”

"If there is no better left, we can do less, Dayong, it's time for our tank battalion to make a move, right?"

"The movement has begun, and it will be in place as soon as the shelling is over to cover the infantry onslaught."

The heavy artillery of the Duli Brigade blew up the hilltop position of the Sixth Daimoto, and this was not the end, and the battalion commander of the artillery battalion, Gao Xiang, continued to give the order: "The height remains the same, the pitch remains the same, the incendiary bombs, six rapid fires, prepare -- release." ”

Hundreds of incendiary bombs were fired out again, and on the mountaintop position where the entire Tibetan army was originally guarded by six generations, the personnel were blown into powder, the trees were blown into powder, the stones were blown into powder, and the ground was half a foot thick floating soil.

The scorching position seemed to roast a qiē object, and there was a scorching smell of roasted meat in the air, which was the smell that could only be emitted when the human body was burned.

At this time, Li Yuming had already moved to the bottom of the mountain with the tank troops, and the muzzles of the tank guns moved back and forth to find targets that could be bombarded, and as soon as the artillery fire preparations were over, the two infantry battalions of the first and second battalions began to attack from both sides.

Killed, the fighters of the two infantry battalions roared and began to charge, with heavy machine guns and mortars behind them for the most direct fire support, and a little further down the hill, the tank guns could still be at their beckon.

The infantry used the short fire of the submachine guns to open the way, the heavy machine guns and artillery guns followed the support, and the infantry commander on the front line could also call for artillery fire behind him at any time, and the attacking troops of the Duli brigade were in a slam mess.

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