regiment command post.

The head of the regiment, Wang Fulai, frowned. The telephones in the command post were ringing everywhere, and the front-line battle reports were intensively transmitted back to the command post by radio waves.

Every time a battle situation is received, the regiment staff will move the small red flag representing the attacking unit on the sand table by one position.

More than six hours have passed, and the battle is still not over.

The enemies of the 1250 highland were unexpectedly tenacious. They broke into pieces on the highland, and they scattered when they couldn’t be beaten. They drilled tunnels everywhere like mice, then gathered and continued to fight.

This method similar to the guerrilla tactics of the Anti-Japanese War is very similar to the tactics of our army. Although this one who sticks to the 1250 height is not an ace army, he has also accepted the tactical guidance of the regular army.

Most of the grass-roots commanders and fighters of the Y Army have studied military command at the Guilin Army College. They have an understanding of our army's tactics, and they have also won the essence of our army's guerrilla tactics. All the pain.

"Is there any sign of reinforcements from the enemy spy battalion at Height 800?" Wang Fulai tilted his head and asked the staff next to him.

The combat staff said: "No, Cai Wenming's Eighth Company's blocking was very successful. However, we have lost contact with the Eighth Company for two hours."

Zhang Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and found that it was empty, so he said, "Head of the regiment, give me a cigarette..."

Wang Fulai took out the cigarette case and said in surprise, "Didn't you quit smoking?"

Zhang Yan didn't speak, grabbed a cigarette from Wang Fulai's hesitant hand, took a deep breath, and turned to ask the combat staff officer, "Has the communication been restored from the Eighth Company so far? Did you send someone back?"

The combat staff officer said: "There was still contact within three hours of the beginning of the general attack, and then it was interrupted, and now there is no news..."

Wang Fulai patted Zhang Yan's shoulder: "The special agent camp in the direction of 800 Heights failed to reinforce 1250 Heights, which shows that Xiao Hei and the others are still trying to contain them, or the walking talk machine was destroyed by the bomb... It was too late to report the news... You are the commander of the reserve team, so you can't be in a hurry... When the 1250 Highland is captured, you will immediately take the seventh and ninth companies to reinforce Cai Wenming's eighth company. It will only be involved in the battle, and it will not work."

A lieutenant's combat staff suddenly jumped up from the command plane and trotted over excitedly: "Captain, take it, take it! The surface position of the 1250 height is already under our control, and the enemies are scattered and fled to the mountainside and the foot of the mountain. , get together for some sporadic counterattacks!"

Wang Fulai pondered for a while and said, "Order the Eighth Company to use flamethrowers to clear the enemy in the fortifications on the spot, persuade them to surrender if they can; if they can't be persuaded to surrender, they must immediately clear them; if they can't be burned, blow them up and collapse the entrance of the cave! Tell them to strengthen their positions immediately. , to prevent the enemy from counterattack; in addition, to the fleeing enemy, take off the hat and hit the heel, let the machine gun company set up the high machine on the commanding height and shoot flat, and clean up those grandchildren at the foot of the mountain."

When the combat staff turned around and left, Wang Fulai immediately turned his head to the mountain col in front of the 800th height.

Cai Wenming wiped his face, and his hands were bright red. This was the blood of three long rows of Wen Wen.

A minute ago, a mortar shell fell not far from them and exploded. Wen Wen pushed down Cai Wenming, who was shooting with a gun, and a dozen fragments penetrated into his body instantly.

At this moment, Cai Wenming's ears were buzzing, and the gunshots around him were coming and going, and his head was in pain as if it was torn apart. Luckily the wound wasn't very serious, just a lot of pain.

Wen Wen was lying in a field of grass that had been blown down, blood was pouring out from the **** wound on his chest, and there was no breath of life at all.

Cai Wenming staggered to Wen Wen's side and asked the health worker who was dressing him, "How is the third row leader?"

In fact, he knew it well.

Wen Wen's injury, Cai Wenming knew.

The hygienist blushed and shook his head.

A kind of grief and hatred rushed to his forehead from the bottom of his heart, and he almost lost his mind.

The sound of gunfire was concentrated again, and the enemy launched a charge.

Cai Wenming knew that he had no time to grieve, and that he had more than 100 brothers following him, so he had to return to the commanding position.

In the Col, the special agent battalion of Height 800 desperately broke through their defense line in an attempt to reinforce Height 1250.

However, Cai Wenming chose a very tricky position to block it - a ridge in front of the right side of the 800 height, there is a cliff like a knife on one side, and the other side faces a small col, and this small col is the road to the Easiest access to 1250 Heights.

The blocking position is condescending, easy to defend and difficult to attack, occupying an absolute terrain advantage.

When the spy battalion entered the small mountain col in a car and planned to walk to support, it was attacked by eight consecutive storms before getting out of the car, causing heavy casualties.

Nguyen Van Son, the battalion commander of the spy battalion, observed the opponent's position and found that the soldiers on the opposite side had not given him a way to retreat at all. Unless their main attacking force captured the 1250 height and waited for reinforcements, they would not be able to retreat at all.

On the heights of 1250, there are also their comrades-in-arms.

Everyone is for the same purpose, for the victory of a battle.

In this valley, which is less than 100 meters wide and 500 meters long, two Asian army powerhouses launched a desperate confrontation, a battle for honor between soldiers.

Battalion Commander Nguyen Van Son of the Secret Service Battalion knew from the moment the first car of the convoy was blown into the sky that his battalion was ambushed by the army. in the narrow valley.

After only ten seconds, he lost more than 20 brothers.

He could only let his troops abandon the car and immediately seek cover on the spot.

Falling to the ground, he cursed the poor ability of the peripheral patrol troops, and actually allowed such an army to lurk between the 1250th and 800th heights, and lurked under the nose.

After retreating to cover up and regrouping the team, he judged from the intensity of the gunfire that this was just a company of troops. This veteran who had experienced the US-Vietnam War and had rich combat experience instantly made a decision to leave a special agent company behind. Dealing with them, he led the remaining troops to move forward, reinforcing 1250.

However, things are not as simple as the Vietnam veteran thought.

Two of his companies triggered trip mines on another bush trail leading to 1250 Heights, and the surrounding area immediately recalled the death chorus of Type 81 automatic rifles.

"Damn! They don't want to die!" Ruan Wenshan fell to the ground, hated, angry and chilled. A platoon of troops was lurking on the only road leading to Hill 1250, and within five kilometers behind them were the defenders of Hill 1250!

This is a deadly style of play. As long as the defenders on the 1250 highland are aware of it and retreat a little to defend, this platoon is a piece of meat between two tongs!

Cai Wenming had another idea. If you don't put a pocket in the mountain, it will be difficult to effectively and completely block the spy battalion. There is only one way to the 1250 height. The trail is less than two meters wide on both sides. All are innumerable mines.

In order to stop the army's attack, the Y army planted a variety of mines here that they did not know the number of. Trip mines, pressure mines, and earth-made wooden-shell mines formed a mixture that could only be passed by the sappers forcibly opening a path. The minefield~lightnovelpub.net~ This only trail has become the only way to fight, and it is also the most effective area to prevent reinforcements of the Vietnamese army battalion, but it is also the most dangerous area. If the main attacking force can annihilate the defending enemy in one fell swoop, and Or the defenders on the 1250 heights only defended and did not retreat, or were completely wiped out by the main attacking force, then this is the ghost gate of the special agent battalion who came to reinforce; if the enemy on the 1250 heights retreated, a platoon arranged on the side of the trail would be in front and back. Dumplings were made under the attack.

How to deploy?

This question lingered in Cai Wenming's mind for a long time, and finally he ordered the most powerful row of his company to lurk on the side of the trail.

War is inherently ruthless and sinister.

Although the defenders of 1250 Heights are part of the local troops and special agents, judging from the previous battles, these enemies have always been known for their stubbornness.

Cai Wenming was determined to take a gamble. Even if he won, he could achieve the best goal of blocking if he lost, but his company would be under great pressure.