Putting down the phone, Malinov fell limply into the sofa like a deflated ball.

"Maniac, a bunch of cunning maniacs.................."

After muttering half a cigarette, Malinov's eyes suddenly flashed with a vicious killing intent.

"Stupid pigs, a bunch of crazy stupid pigs! You're dead! ”

When he brought up the phone again, Malinov was already murderous.

“……………… The 22nd Mobile Group should hand over two armoured vehicle companies to the command of the 22nd Mobile Group, and the rest of the forces should immediately rush to the Calgara airport to assist in the defense. ”

“……………… Including the two armoured car companies transferred by the 22nd Mobile Group, the Mobile Group was to assemble at the Perevolotsky station by 8 o'clock today, and by 9 o'clock it was to go to Svetley to pursue the enemy attacking force. ”

“……………… Your Excellency, I would like you to immediately hand over to me the command of the Diyue, the Army, yes, it must be done............... Juan, rest assured, at the Calgara airport, I have sent a company of armored vehicles and a cavalry regiment of the 22nd Mobile Cluster to assist in the defense. ”

“……………… Then give me at least one cavalry division, and it must be the one closest to the Svetley airfield, and I want them to hold off the enemy, yes, at least until noon, and I will personally lead the armored convoy over, and I have one hundred and thirty armored vehicles in my hands, and I will not wait for the cavalry. ”

“……………… Understood, yes, I understood it all, God forbid, I will send those demons to you on a wire string! ”

With everything set up, Malinov came to the map and struck a punch that accurately hit the small white circle marked "Svetley" in the upper right corner.

"You are killing yourself, you actually hit the ass of a whole cavalry army, wait for me, I will send you to hell with my own hands!"

70 kilometers east-northeast of Perevolotsky, 22 miles northwest of Sakmara, on a flat ground sandwiched between two small rivers, between the freshly smoked wreckage of the plane and the roaring engine of the four-wheeled SUV, Liang Gensheng smiled coldly... Shook off the radio earpiece in his hand.

"How? What do you say over there? ”

Huang Chengming on the side was very anxious.

Can you not be in a hurry?

Originally, according to the plan, the "wolf pack" special operations detachment personally led by Liang Gensheng should have joined the advance team of the assault group near Calgara the night before yesterday, but until this morning, the entire assault group was still trapped in the bridgehead of Sakmara, and it was in a dilemma.

According to the order received last night, the "wolves" were to make a roundabout march east of Sakmara, to be met by a cavalry detachment sent by the covering group, to cross the Orien River near the village of Black Otrog, about 70 kilometres upstream of Sakmara, and return to their own front.

However, Liang Gensheng had other ideas.

After three days, the large and small fuel tanks had already bottomed out, but the agreed airdrop supplies were repeatedly cancelled for some reason, and the troops could only barely survive on captured gasoline.

When the order was received, Liang Gensheng's "wolf pack" no longer had enough fuel to drive to the village of Black Otrog ... It happened that the high-power radio station of the wing headquarters intercepted the Russian army's clear-code message; Ordered a "supply convoy" to open the column Perevolotsky from Sorochinsk overnight.

On a whim, Liang Gensheng prepared to personally lead the brigade to intercept the "supply convoy" and seize enough gasoline for the retreat.

Halfway through the march of the troops, Liang Gensheng had an extra heart, and ordered several capable reconnaissance detachments first... Approaching the reconnaissance on foot on the road through which the Russian convoy must pass, the scouts who had undergone strict night combat training hid in the grass on the side of the road, and in the dim moonlight, they identified that the Russian army's "supply convoy" was actually an armored convoy supported by cavalry. The information on the so-called "supply convoy" was just a bait deliberately released by the other side in order to lead our troops into a trap arranged in advance.

Now that the matter is clear, of course Liang Gensheng will not throw himself into the net, let alone think about it; If the troops want to go to the village of Black Otrog, they must go around Svetley, an important logistics base of the Russian army on the Sakmala, and there happens to be a field airfield on the outskirts of Svetre village..................

As soon as they said it, the "wolves" immediately turned around and rushed to Svetley Airport overnight, cutting through the chaos with a quick knife, and crushing the garrison in one fell swoop before dawn to seize the airport.

I don't want to have no gasoline on the airport except for bomb craters and plane wreckage all over the ground, and there is no gasoline that Liang Gensheng desperately needs.

According to the confessions of the captured officers and men of the Russian garrison, in the past two weeks, Chinese military planes have frequently attacked the Svetley airfield, causing considerable losses to the aviation units stationed there; in order to preserve their strength, as early as three days ago, all the aviation units stationed at the field, including ground crew, were transferred to the Calgala airport with more complete facilities and more powerful air defense configurations, and the gasoline left behind had already been requisitioned by the army units on the Sakmara's front.

Liang Gensheng had no choice but to ask the Front Army to send planes to drop fuel again, and the person he had just spoken to was General Yan Canglong, Chief of Staff of the Front Army.

"We can't pull out the planes over there, so we'll have to figure it out on our own, and there's a whole cavalry corps over there in Svetre that could come at us at any moment."

Liang Gensheng smiled faintly at Huang Chengming, ignoring the surprised expression on the other party's face, and walked straight to the car of Colonel Wang Yuhan, the captain of the external liaison team.

As soon as Wang Yuhan saw the old chief walking towards him, he hurriedly stood up and saluted, not daring to discount it at all.

Liang Gensheng returned the salute casually and patted Wang Yuhan on the shoulder; "Xiao Wang, this time we are going to play a big one.

Wang Yuhan didn't care, and replied casually; "How big?"

"Rush through the enemy's 10,000-odd cavalry."

Wang Yuhan blinked; "It's a bit of a big game.................."

"Then fight your way through the enemy's four infantry divisions and three armored brigades to join up with the friendly forces at the Sakmara's landing field."

Wang Yuhan was dumbfounded; "This is not your average .................. Sir, we only have 300 men and 80 cars, the men are made of meat, the cars are not armored, and the ammunition is limited, so we will suffer a big loss if we rush hard.................."

Liang Gensheng tilted his head and smiled evilly; "Speed is our best armor, surprise is our strongest weapon, what's the matter, scared?"

Wang Yuhan a tǐngxiōng, word by word; "Perseverance, fearlessness, loyalty and invincibility!"

This is the motto of the wing drawn up by Liang Gensheng when he was ordered to establish the Ninth Wing of the Special Service, and Wang Yuhan, who was the leader of the first squadron at that time, should remember it from the bottom of his heart.

Liang Gensheng nodded and smiled with satisfaction; "Very well, then give the order. The whole team marched in the third battle formation through the village of Svetre to the village of Sakmara, and the vehicles were not allowed to leave the line or stop for any reason until they broke through the enemy line and joined up with friendly forces..............."

Huang Chengming, who had been following Liang Gensheng just now, was already smirking when he heard this, the muscles on his face were so stiff that he couldn't close his mouth, and he muttered in pieces; "See you again, Wanjun, see you again, the emperor.................. And Wu Jun, as well as Wang Yiyang, and other good brothers of tigers, leopards, eagles and wolves, I want to go to death with this, no, these crazy people are going to die, I am worth it in this life, but I don't know if I can meet you again in the next life.................."

On June 26, 1916, at 6:30 a.m. in the war zone, Zhong Yi pinched his pocket watch, buckled the top cover of the conning tower, the engine roared behind him, the cannon in front of him rumbled, put on a headset, accompanied by a hissing electric murmur, and the sonorous and powerful order of the battalion commander Fu Liang came from the void; "The battalion listens to the order, maintains the formation, and everyone is moving forward!" (To be continued...)