Age of Conquest Reborn

The sunshine in the September afternoon on the northern grasslands of Outer Mongolia shines on people's backs, penetrates military uniforms, and is scorching hot. The wind blowing through the grasslands is filled with chills. The soldiers of the Outer Mongolia border guards lying in the trenches feel this.

The feeling of cold face and hot back.

Second Lieutenant Chen Qingchun, the platoon leader of the mortar company of the third battalion of the second regiment of the 1st Infantry Brigade, was carrying a mortar, followed by the ammunition hand. The two of them crouched and sprinted to the gun position and half-knelt in the trench.

Inside, the firing position was quickly cleared. Chen Qingchun was in an excellent position. He poked his head out from the edge of the trench. From a distance of only more than a hundred meters, the figure of the Soviet engineer could be seen very clearly. Even, a Soviet soldier

The general outline of the engineer can be seen from the lunch box hanging on his body.

Chen Qingchun slowly adjusted the elevation angle of the mortar, visually measured the distance, and constantly corrected the artillery target. The target he chose was a place with the largest concentration of Soviet engineers. There were about twenty Soviet engineers working there. According to

According to his own judgment, it should be a key location connecting the pontoon bridge. A cannonball would be fired down, and the bomb would be blasted to the critical point, while the Soviet engineers would be sent to the west.

Ammunition hand Wang Xiaochuan is a young man who is only twenty years old, but he is a veteran who has been in the army for more than two years and is also a member of the old base unit of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard. He wiped the mortar shells in his hands and asked

: "Platoon leader, tell me, after we fire ten rounds of artillery shells, can we still return to the team alive?"

Seeing that Chen Qingchun didn't say anything, Wang Xiaochuan was still nagging, "It's strange, platoon leader, how can you tell me how accurate the gun of Lao Maozi's tank was? Xiao Liu in the second platoon was a good friend of mine and died in the morning."

He was hit directly by the cannonball, and everyone was blown to pieces. I rushed over and couldn't even recognize him!"

As he said this, the twenty-year-old soldier's voice dropped and he looked sad. Chen Qingchun turned around and said comfortingly: "Xiaochuan, it's okay. You are lucky. The Soviet artillery fire just now was so fierce. It's not a big deal."

Don't you have any? The Soviet tank guns were aimed directly at the gunfire. It's not that they fired accurately, but they saw our gun position. Okay. Get the shells ready. It's time for the brigade commander to give the order!"

As soon as Chen Qingchun's reply came, a shout came from the position on the left, "The brigade commander ordered, prepare in one minute. When you see three red flares, start the artillery fire!"

Chen Qingchun's face suddenly became serious. He said to Wang Xiaochuan: "Xiaochuan, when you hand me the cannonball later, your hands must be steady. Don't panic!"

Three red signal flares slowly rose in the sky. Chen Qingchun stared at the pontoon bridge. Wang Xiaochuan steadily handed the shell to his hand. With a "boom", the mortar shell roared out and landed accurately on the pontoon bridge.

, "Boom!" There was a loud noise, and shrapnel exploded. Wang Xiaochuan saw that the two dozen busy Soviet engineers were covered with blood, and they staggered into the river as if they were drunk. A man appeared on the pontoon.

Big hole.

Immediately afterwards, another artillery shell flew over and landed on the left side of the large hole. The deck of the pontoon swayed under the impact of the power of the artillery shell explosion and the river water. Another artillery shell landed on the right side.

The more than ten-meter-long bridge deck rolled with a violent creak and floated away along the surging river. Wang Xiaochuan shouted excitedly: "Platoon leader, it's hit! It's hit!"

At the same time, from different directions and angles, mortar shells accurately landed on the pontoon bridge, blasting the bridge deck with holes. The Soviet engineers were flying with blood and flesh. Wang Qingshan was lying in the trench, holding up his binoculars.

, nervously watching the effects of the bombardment, seeing the Soviet pontoon bridge blown away by several shells, he excitedly pounded the soil and shouted loudly: "Well done! Well done! The one who fired the artillery first was

Which battalion is he from? Such a soldier deserves a prize!"

No one answered him. In the tense battle, no one could determine the exact position of his soldiers. After firing the fourth shell, Chen Qingchun had just put the fifth shell into the barrel when he suddenly saw three Soviet vehicles on the other side.

The military tank, the turret rotated slowly, and the black muzzle was aimed at its location.

Chen Qingchun pulled up Wang Xiaochuan and turned around to run into the artillery hole. The shells aimed directly at the tank gun came with a scream, and Chen Qingchun suddenly pressed Wang Xiaochuan under him, "Boom, boom, boom!"

There was a violent explosion, and the mud and smoke from the explosion obscured the figures of the two people.

Wang Xiaochuan got up dizzily, shook the dirt off his head, and saw the platoon leader lying motionless on him. There was a warm liquid on his back, soaked in the military uniform. Suddenly, there was a strong feeling in his heart.

Fear struck his heart, and he hurriedly sat up and hugged the platoon leader's body. Chen Qingchun's face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly. A ferocious piece of shrapnel penetrated his back and came out from his chest.

Wang Xiaochuan shouted sternly: "Platoon leader!" However, the platoon leader, who treated him like a brother, could no longer open his eyes and looked at him with a smile.

Wang Qingshan's tactics were very effective. The pontoon bridge opposite the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment was blown to pieces. If it weren't for a few wooden piles standing alone on the river and a few ropes swaying in the wind, no one would be able to tell.

Minutes ago, there was a pontoon bridge dozens of meters long that could pass tanks.

However, the two mortar platoons of the Second Regiment, with less than ten people, two mortars, twenty mortars, and forty soldiers, could stand in front of the brigade commander Wang Qingshan in less than ten minutes.

During the shelling, there were only so many people who survived, and all of them were injured. They only had time to fire four or five shells. In order to blow up the pontoon bridge, the soldiers paid a heavy price. They sacrificed more than thirty lives in exchange for

The results to come.

Wang Qingshan looked at the surviving soldiers with a heavy heart. Wang Xiaochuan, with a thick bandage on his head, said to Wang Qingshan with a cry: "Brigade commander, our platoon leader died so miserably!"

Wang Qingshan waved his hand to stop Wang Xiaochuan's words, patted the soldiers on the shoulders one by one, turned and left without saying a word. The surviving soldiers did not see the tears flashing in the brigade commander's eyes.

Although they did not receive orders from the headquarters, the four brigade commanders of the forward troops all realized that the pontoon bridge erected by the Soviet engineers was the biggest threat to them, and adopted different methods to destroy the Soviet engineers.

It took several hours and hard work to build the dozens of meters long pontoon bridge, but of course it also came at a great price. The Soviet tanks on the other side were always threatening the lives of the soldiers.

General Kulykin, who was resting in his tent, received the report, "Comrade Commander, the pontoon bridge built by the engineering troops was destroyed by the ** division troops when 70% of the project was completed. The engineers suffered heavy casualties.

The bridge-building task originally scheduled to be completed before dusk today cannot be completed."

The staff officer who sent the report looked at the comrade commander with sweaty palms. General Kulykin smiled slightly and said: "Tell the commander of the engineering unit to work all night. It seems that the commander of the ** division is very smart.

People, knowing the huge threat posed by the pontoon bridge to them, hum, struggle in vain! Staff officer, convey my order to the troops, organize the third wave of attack troops, with a size of six infantry regiments, and launch the attack thirty thirty after the second wave of offensive troops

In a few minutes, join the fight!"

General Kulykin had planned a large-scale attack on the ** division's positions in three waves, totaling 26 infantry regiments and more than eight divisions with nearly 90,000 troops before dusk. It would take less than two hours.

Time will make a breakthrough, and today will be a monumental day for the Transcaucasus Military District.

After the effects of the anesthetic wore off, Sun Zhenbang woke up. The first thing he did was to ask Lieutenant Colonel Meng Chaoxu, the chief of the operations section, in a weak voice, "Chaoxu, how is the situation in the frontline battle? Are the positions still in our hands?"

Meng Zhaoxu briefly explained the situation of the battle, especially the four brigades that went to destroy the pontoon bridge erected by the Soviet army. Sun Zhenbang smiled tiredly. When he heard that the first wave of attacking Soviet troops were already on the river beach,

After gaining a foothold, the troops failed to drive the Soviet army across the river. He was anxious. As an experienced commander in commanding operations, he knew what this meant.

He wanted to get up anxiously, but the wound on his body was affected, causing him to groan in pain, and big beads of sweat rolled down, which frightened the two nurses taking care of him. Meng Zhaoxu stopped him in a hurry, and thought for a moment,

Said: "Commander, let me tell you something, don't be angry. After you fell into coma, I made a detailed report to the division commander on the situation faced by the troops!"

Sun Zhenbang frowned and glanced at Meng Chaoxu displeasedly. However, he did not blame him, but said tiredly: "Chaoxu, it's okay to report it. My current situation means that I can no longer command the troops. What I'm worried about is that the Soviet army

The attack will be continuous and passive. Can we hold the position? Today, without heavy fire support, we are under too much pressure, and your experience is not enough to take command on my behalf."

Meng Chaoxu nodded. At this time, a staff officer came in and said: "Report to the commander, received a telegram from the division headquarters!"

Sun Zhenbang's face lit up with joy. Meng Zhaoxu took the telegram and read: "Meng Chaoxu, Chief of the Operations Section of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard Army's Selenge River Campaign Headquarters, called to learn about Commander Sun's injuries and the results of the rescue. Report the situation immediately."

"The division commander was in the field hospital. After receiving the telegram, he immediately made the following arrangements. He sent four bomber regiments from the Northern Flying Group to provide you with air fire support. It is expected that they will reach the combat airspace in forty minutes and immediately communicate with the air and ground.

, indicating the target for the bomber group. In addition, two field brigades directly under the corps will enter the Selenga River battlefield this evening."

"According to the order of the division commander, while Commander Sun is injured, the division commander will directly command the battle on the Selenge River and orders your department to immediately open a direct communication radio station with the division headquarters to facilitate the command of troops in combat," the signature was written by the staff officer of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard Army

Chang Wang Jun.

A bitter smile appeared on Sun Zhenbang's face, and he seemed to be saying to himself: "I didn't expect that I still quit the battle halfway and informed all the troops that the division commander was personally commanding the battle!"

(To be continued)(To be continued...)