Age of Conquest Reborn

The number of casualties in the troops was no longer important in General Kulykin's mind. He saw the dawn of victory. Regardless of the battle on the ground or in the sky, his troops were suppressing the independent division troops. This was an opportunity not to be missed.

This is a good opportunity, the battlefield situation is unprecedentedly favorable, and we can break through the Selenge River defense line in one fell swoop.

If the six infantry regiments of the second echelon press forward, even if all the troops in front are wiped out, the casualties of the independent division troops will be astonishing, and they will never be able to stop the second attack. For this reason, no matter how many soldiers are sacrificed, it will not be possible.

No matter what, there is still a third echelon gathering, and with wave after wave of continuous attacks, it is hard to believe that the passage to Cullen cannot be opened!

"Bang!" Liu Hongzhang rushed into the headquarters with the smell of gunpowder smoke all over his body, threw the submachine gun in his hand until the barrel was hot, threw it on the bullet box, spit out the dirt in his mouth, grabbed the kettle, and drank a cup of cow's milk.

, and then let out a long breath.

Liu Chenglin, the brigade chief of staff who stayed at the headquarters, looked at the brigade commander whose face was blackened by gunpowder smoke in surprise. At this moment, Liu Hongzhang's image was quite embarrassing. His combat uniform was torn in several places, and there was a silk thread on his left arm.

There was a trace of blood. A guard was holding a roll of gauze to bandage his wound. Liu Hongzhang pushed him away roughly. "Don't make a fuss. I'm not going to die yet. Cheng Lin, what's new?" he said gruffly.

asked.

Liu Chenglin said worriedly: "Brigadier, let's bandage the wound. By the way, a few minutes ago, several brigade commanders of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard who retreated to the second position called. They heard the fighting on the front line and asked for reinforcements!

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"No! Order them to stay in the second position. Before they take action, Cheng Lin clearly told them that if the brigade dares to come up without my order, don't blame me for being unkind. I

Shoot the brigade commander!" Liu Hongzhang flatly refused without even thinking about it.

Liu Chenglin reminded worriedly: "Brigade commander, the second echelon of the Soviet army has also begun to cross the river. If it joins the first wave of attacking Soviet troops, our pressure will increase dramatically and the casualties of the troops will be considerable.

Mobilizing some troops from the Outer Mongolia Border Guard Army is also required by the battlefield situation!"

Before Liu Hongzhang could speak, Ouyang Yishan also came in with the smell of gunpowder smoke. He happened to hear Liu Chenglin's words and took over the conversation and said: "Brother Hongzhang, did you see that the Soviet army's follow-up troops are coming up. The strength is probably not as good as the first wave."

The number of times is small. Mobilizing a brigade of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard Army is also a relief! You can consider Chief of Staff Liu’s suggestion!"

Liu Hongzhang handed the kettle in his hand to Ouyang Yishan and said in a serious tone: "Brother Ouyang, you have also seen that Lao Maozi spent a lot of money this time. Attack hard at any cost, our casualties are smaller than those of the Soviet army."

There are a lot more, and there is enough ammunition. We are not at the end of the road yet, so the second-line troops cannot be easily used. As long as we are no longer bombed by Soviet bombers, we can resist it. However, our aviation forces are having a hard time fighting!"

There was deep concern in Liu Hongzhang's tone. When he was at the forward position, he did not forget to observe the situation of air combat. The number of fighter jets of the Northern Flying Group was constantly being consumed by the Soviet fighter group. However, he was relieved.

However, during a brief phone call with the air commander, Colonel Meng Qingpeng, I learned that a Soviet bomber division had been beaten to the point of being almost wiped out.

Moreover, Meng Qingpeng promised himself that in today's battle, there would never be a situation where the Soviet bombers would bomb heavily. Liu Hongzhang knew that for this guarantee, the price paid by Meng Qingpeng's fleet was that we were outnumbered and the enemy was outnumbered.

, those fighter pilots are using their lives to fulfill this guarantee.

Liu Hongzhang suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Liu Chenglin eagerly: "Cheng Lin, the second-line troops have nothing to do. Order them to immediately send out multiple small troops to search for our parachuting pilots. Once found, send them to him immediately."

To the rear, if there are injured people, treat them immediately, but they are precious treasures. If we didn't have our fighter jets and let the Soviet army come to the rescue, our battle would be much harder to fight! From what aspect,

I have all these pilots to thank!”

Then, Liu Hongzhang turned to Ouyang Yishan and said: "Brother Ouyang, the battle is now at a stalemate. The Soviet army cannot break through our position. As for us, we cannot push the Soviet army across the river for the time being. If the old Maozi soldiers come up again,

, I’m afraid it’s too much. My idea is to concentrate all the mortars and specifically attack the second echelon of the Soviet army, and try to kill and injure the Soviet army’s effective forces. It would be best if the subsequent Soviet troops are pushed back!”

Ouyang Yishan nodded in agreement. Chief of Staff Liu Chenglin hurriedly went to convey the order. They were the only two people left in the headquarters. The gunshots and explosions outside were like a barrage of cannons.

Somewhat heavy.

Liu Hongzhang looked at his watch, took a deep breath, and said: "It's only about eight o'clock in the morning, and it's still early before dark. I'm afraid this battle will last until dark. The Soviet commander will risk his life.

, don’t give us a chance to breathe. Our battle is just the beginning. We are still counting on the second-line Outer Mongolia Border Guard troops to withstand tomorrow before we can complete the division commander’s order. Brother Ouyang, we must be prepared to destroy all the troops.

!”

Ouyang Yishan smiled calmly and said: "We have been mentally prepared for a long time. Our two brigades with more than 30,000 people went to the front line of the Selenge River to face the Soviet army of more than 300,000 troops. The strength comparison was ten to one. Originally,

It's a battle that cannot be rectified. I will move the brigade guard camp

, are all left in tight territory. However, Brother Hongzhang, our two brigades, which are the main brigades fought on the battlefield, are not easy to mess with. If they want our entire army to be annihilated, the Soviet army will not pay more than five times the cost.

For the price, don’t even think about getting it!”

Liu Hongzhang slapped his thigh and said loudly: "This is what I want to say to boost my morale. Is the little devil fierce or not? We beat him to pieces! He can kill about half of the old Maozi soldiers, even if we two brothers are still here."

It’s worth it here!”

After saying this, Liu Hongzhang's eyes shone brightly, and then dimmed again, and he said: "Well, if there are planes to provide support in the air and push back the second echelon of the Soviet army, the Soviet army that has landed will not be able to do much.

Don’t count on Meng Qingpeng and the others because of the weather, it will be difficult enough!”

The Meng Qingpeng aircraft group, indeed, as Liu Hongzhang said, fought very hard. In order to ensure the complete annihilation of the Soviet bomber group, the fighter group fought with a small number and paid a considerable price. In the end, it ensured the completion of the mission.

The Soviet bomber division, with more than a hundred bombers, turned into a burning fireball, eliminating the biggest threat to Liu Hongzhang's troops, and then fought with the swarming Soviet fighter groups.

According to the battle plan, the fighter group of the Northern Flying Group had completed its scheduled mission by killing the Soviet bombers. However, it was unable to evacuate the battle and return home. When the air battle reached this point, the Soviet air fleet

Commander, he also saw the signs.

This is a good opportunity to eliminate the air power of the Independent Division to the maximum extent. If you lose a bomber division, if you don't keep all or most of the independent division's fighter group, you will not be able to explain to General Kulykin.

Therefore, the commander of the Soviet air fleet issued this order: "All comrade fighter pilots, I order, at any cost, to entangle the fighters of the Independent Division, shoot them down, and defeat them!"

Meng Qingpeng escaped from the pursuit of two Soviet fighter jets. The fuselage of his plane was riddled with bullet marks. In order to cover him, his wingman was besieged by two Soviet fighter jets right in front of him. He saw a series of bullets carrying ballistic missiles.

The machine gun bullets penetrated the wingman's fuselage, and then the fighter jet exploded into a dazzling fireball in the air, without even a chance to parachute.

Meng Qingpeng was numb with grief. Before his eyes, too many comrades-in-arms turned into a ball of shining fire in the sky of Outer Mongolia, and white umbrella flowers floated towards the earth in front of his eyes, disappearing in the smoke of war.

among.

According to the reports of the commanders of each regiment, the number of fighter jets that have been shot down or damaged in the fleet has reached more than 130. Of all the fighter jets of the Northern Flying Group, there are less than 400 that are still fighting.

There were more than 600 Soviet fighter jets. This number was more than 800 an hour ago. In other words, Meng Qingpeng's fleet shot down more than 200 Soviet fighter jets and more than 100 bombers.

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Meng Qingpeng could not forget his wingman pilot. He had just served as his wingman for less than three days. He was a young man who was only twenty years old. He had a shy smile and looked like a big girl. He came from the Northeast.

Because of the frequent battles, the pilot took off three or five times a day. He and I never exchanged ten words in total. I couldn't even remember his name. I only remembered that his surname was Li, and I called him "Little Plum!"

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Such a young life disappeared in an instant before his eyes. He was so caught off guard that he didn't even have time to remind him, "Commander Meng, pay attention, you have been bitten by a Soviet fighter jet. Get rid of it immediately. Get rid of it immediately."

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An anxious call came from the earphones. Meng Qingpeng woke up from his grief. He didn't even look at who was reminding him. He pushed the joystick violently. The landline phone, which was covered with war wounds, had an engine roaring and the fuselage burst into flames.

Trembling, almost falling to the ground, several strings of bullets flew close to the top of the cabin. If it had been a few seconds late, Meng Qingpeng's fighter would have never been able to escape the bullets.

A Soviet fighter jet passed over Meng Qingpeng's fighter jet at high speed. Meng Qingpeng's pupils shrank, with a cold light coming out, and the muscles on his cheeks tensed up. He skillfully pedaled the rudder and pulled the control stick, and the fighter jet drew a beautiful arc in the air.

, changed from a dive to a climb, and shot almost straight into the sky. The Soviet fighter jet immediately fell into the aperture of the sight.

"Ta-ta-ta!" There was a roar of machine guns, and Meng Qingpeng's fighter plane spurted out three tongues of flame!

There was a loud "Boom!" and a bright fireball exploded in the sky.

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