Age of Rebirth

When General Kurykin's order was conveyed to the front-line tank troops, the bomber formation of the Northern Flying Group had already appeared over the Selenge River.

Major General Wang Qingshan, commander of the First Infantry Brigade of the Outer Mongolia Frontier Defense Army, commanded the soldiers in the first battalion of the Second Regiment, and fought very hard. It may be encouraged by the follow-up troops who continued to board the south bank. The attack became more and more fierce.

In the hands of Wang Qingshan, there is no reserve team anymore. A regiment behind the rocky mountain, according to the order of the division commander Tang Qiuli, also entered the battle. Everyone in the brigade took up weapons and went to the forward position, and the battle continued. To the point of white-hot.

All the people in the first brigade had eyes only for the Soviet soldiers pouring up continuously, they pulled the trigger almost instinctively, pouring bullets on the attacking Soviet soldiers, in the air, only the whistling of flying bullets could be heard There was a sound of screams, the sound of exploding grenades, and a choking smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. The Soviet soldiers rushed forward one after another. The quilts in front were knocked down, and the ones behind rushed up on the corpses of their companions. the river beach.

The casualties of the first brigade increased sharply. The few remaining light and heavy machine guns showed their basic methods. Just after a dozen rounds were fired, they were immediately suppressed by the artillery fire of several Soviet tanks. The light and heavy machine guns and the shooters were bombed. It was torn apart, and the soldiers hated it so much, but there was nothing they could do. [

Wang Qingshan put on a new clip, and took a look at the other bank. On the river, the Soviet assault boats were still rapidly approaching the south bank. He suddenly found that it was the Soviet tanks lined up on the north bank, and he started to panic. With green smoke billowing from behind, one car after another turned around and ran north.He suddenly realized that the plane of the support force was coming.

Looking up to the sky, his fleet flew over in black, Wang Qingshan's heart was like moving a huge boulder, and it became easier. Turning his face, he saw that in the trench on the left, there was a hidden weight. machine gun.He hurriedly asked a few guards to help, put the heavy machine gun on the fortifications, and said to the guards around him: "You just press me, this is all right, there is no tank. I have a good time!"

"Hua La" pulled the bolt of the gun, and spit into the palm of his hand.Squeeze the trigger hard. "Da da da!" The heavy machine gun, which had been silent for a long time, howled briskly, and fired densely at the attacking Soviet soldiers like raindrops. The condescending, dense firepower became the pillar of the first battalion's position.At that time, the Soviet soldiers were pressed down, as if inspired by the brigade commander, the light and heavy machine guns were hidden.Join the ranks of shooting.

The Soviet soldiers could no longer attack. The position of the independent division was so close that it seemed that they could touch it with their hands. However, within this short distance of tens of meters, there was a firestorm composed of submachine guns, rifles and grenades. The net, the dense nets, the whistling and flying pieces, tear up all the objects caught in the fire net. If you don't see the grenades flying out of the trenches in front, the Soviet soldiers almost have the illusion that there are thousands of them. The mortars are firing!

Now, the light and heavy machine guns of the defenders have joined the ranks of fire attacks. Although the number is not large, it is a catastrophic blow to the Soviet troops in the dense offensive formation. The Soviet soldiers in front support They couldn't stop, the corpses of their companions lay before their eyes, the red blood stimulated their nerves, and the firepower of the first brigade's few light and heavy machine guns became the last straw that crushed the nerves of the Soviet soldiers.

The Soviet soldiers turned around and retreated like the sea at low tide. Wang Qingshan shouted: "Mortar! Come on, let me beat the ass of the mortar after chasing these bastards, and hit the Soviet army on the river beach with firepower." Lose!"

As if in response to Wang Qingshan's call, the bomber fleet of the Northern Flying Group dropped heavy air bombs one after another on the surface of the Selenge River, on the Soviet position on the north bank, "Boom boom boom!" The huge smoke column , mixed with soil, flew into the sky, and on the river, thick water columns rose one by one, fragments of Soviet assault boats, and the residual broken arms of Soviet soldiers were mixed in the water columns.

As for the escort fighter formation, a part of the fighters were separated to shoot at the Soviet troops on the river beach, causing mud to splash on the river beach. The bodies of the Soviet soldiers were almost torn apart by the large-caliber machine guns. The frontier guards blocked the position, the dangerous moment, and the appearance of the bomber fleet gave the soldiers the greatest encouragement. The veterans who fought vigorously put down their submachine guns, picked up their rifles, and shot accurately without haste.

Wang Qingshan exhaled the air mixed with gunpowder smoke in his lungs, and sat slumped in the trench with all his strength. He was afraid that if the bomber fleet did not arrive in time, the possibility of breaking through the position was not high. However, the price paid for this was, It will be huge. Perhaps, the first battalion includes the entire first brigade. In order to repel this attack of the Soviet army, it is possible to wipe out more than half of the troops.

With trembling hands, Wang Qingshan took out a cigarette from his pocket. After lighting it, he took a puff happily, letting the smoke circle around his lungs, and then let out a satisfied "hum". He just took a few puffs. , the first battalion commander ran over excitedly with a face blackened by gunpowder smoke, and said: "Brigadier, the Soviet army has been repulsed by us. I request to bring the first company and the second company to counterattack while taking advantage of the situation. Drive the Soviet troops on the river beach into the river!"

Wang Qingshan gave the battalion commander a hard look, and said: "I said, why don't you grow up! Counterattack? Is this the time for counterattack? Our fighter jets are shooting at Lao Maozi's troops. Once you join in, they will still attack you!" How to fight? That is not a delay, it is equivalent to saving the lives of Soviet soldiers. Besides, look, how many soldiers are in your hand, can you fight back? Hurry up, treat the wounded, replenish medicine, repair fortifications, We can't count on the planes to always be on top of us!"

The first battalion commander grinned and went to make arrangements in embarrassment. Wang Qingshan looked at the Soviet soldiers on the river beach who were beaten up and down by machine guns from fighter jets, and thought regretfully: "It's a pity that the Soviet army's beachhead position is far away from our own. The position is too close, otherwise, the Soviet army's foothold will no longer exist once the bomber is thrown down. The next battle will be much easier to fight. The Soviet army is right under the nose, and it will not be a problem after all. Son!"

The bombing continued, and it was the second attacking Polish Soviet army that was still crossing the river that was hit hard. The bombing almost turned the river into boiling water. The three regiments were almost wiped out. The tank brigade, with hundreds of tanks, would not be any better. When each was looking for a hideout, bombs would fall from the sky. One after another tanks were overturned, and then exploded and burst into flames, billowing thick smoke.

The German-made "Stuka" dive bombers prepared by the Northern Flying Group of the Independent Division are known as "tank killers." The disaster for the Soviet tank troops has come. In fact, General Kurykin ordered the tank troops to disperse and hide to avoid air raids. When ordering, I made a fatal mistake. Tanks were placed on every offensive point on a front that was more than 20 kilometers long.

However, once it is scattered and concealed, the anti-aircraft firepower cannot take care of all directions. Colonel Huang Manliang, the head of the first bomber regiment of the Northern Flying Group of the Independent Division and the commander of the air formation, also discovered this. Therefore, he sent four fighter regiments, Divide into several formations, avoid the Soviet anti-aircraft firepower network, and specifically bomb the scattered and hidden Soviet tanks, and achieve the greatest results at the smallest cost.

The bombers of the Independent Division, in groups of two, chased the Soviet tanks and dropped the bombs on the tanks accurately. The north bank of the Selenge River, from the river beach to the depth, became a boiling battlefield with continuous explosions and gunpowder smoke. , A black column of smoke drifted to the south bank with the northwest wind, covering the entire battlefield in a choking blur of smoke.

In the Serenge River Frontline Headquarters of the Outer Mongolia Frontier Defense Force, Meng Zhaoxu, chief of the combat section, stood on a high ground in front of the shelter, holding up a telescope to observe the battlefield situation. After a while, he turned around and said to the staff around him: " Immediately report to the division headquarters, I bombed the fleet, severely damaged the Soviet army crossing the river attack force, and the Soviet army suppressed the firepower of our army tanks, but there are still a large number of Soviet troops occupying the foothold on the river bank.”

More than an hour later, the bomber fleet of the Independent Division returned. General Kurykin hid in the shelter, his face was livid, and the joints of his fingers were pinched "cracking". He even ordered the staff to draft a telegram to the General Staff, reporting the good news of breaking through the Selenge River defense line of the Independent Division, but the damn Chinese plane appeared and smashed everything up.

The telegram was lying alone on the cannon box, as if laughing at himself, just wishful thinking, a staff officer came over lightly, looked at the commander's cloudy face, and carefully put away the telegram. [

General Kurykin also knew that the casualties of the troops would not be small, especially the tank troops, which almost became the living targets of the bombers of the Independent Division, but he could do nothing. Huge, trying to seize air supremacy, can only let the planes of the independent division wreak havoc, and the three infantry regiments who are crossing the river, before being forcibly escorted into the shelter by the guards, they saw the scene of blood flying across the river with their own eyes.

At this moment, General Kurykin is eager for a strong air force support force like never before, and it will come as soon as possible.

Look at the watch, it is already past four o'clock in the afternoon on September 21st, those damn Chinese planes have returned, and what is left for me is helpless and unwilling, it is a devastated battlefield, and the troops suffered heavy losses. Chief of Staff Zirenenko will come to report the loss of the troops, although this is the report he is least willing to hear.

(to be continued) (to be continued...)