The beacon of youth

The battle between the 258th Division of Ma Bufang, the leader of the Kuomintang Qinghai Navy, and the [-]th Brigade of the Fourth Column of the People's Liberation Army evolved into hand-to-hand combat later.

Just when the fierce battle was at its most stalemate, Brigadier Gao threw away his hat and his cotton padded jacket. This young old Red Army soldier was shirtless, showing scars all over his body, and greeted him loudly with his bayonet His troops: "Comrades, the time has come to make meritorious deeds. Fight the enemy down and kill them."

It was the coldest time of the year, and the temperature at night dropped to ten or twenty degrees below zero. In such weather, dripping water turned into ice. The soldiers were moved by their brigade commander, and they also threw off their clothes, shirtless, With a bloody bayonet in his hand, he followed his brigade commander and rushed upwards desperately.

Don’t you Qingma Army like to say you dare to work hard, don’t you like to say you are not afraid of death? Today I will let you see what it means to not be afraid of death and what it means to dare to work hard.

There is no such thing as tactics and skills when fighting to this extent. The two armies compete with will and courage. As the saying goes, the brave wins when the two armies meet, and what the PLA troops armed with communist ideology need most is Will and courage.

The bayonet was bent, picked one from the corpse of the sacrificed comrade-in-arms, and then threw the rifle away, picked up the Ma Jiajun saber and loaded it again. One desperately made enough money, and two desperately earned one.

The shirtless Brigadier Commander Gao kept breaking forward, twisting the bayonet from the body of a Majiajun soldier and then pulled it out violently. The dagger-like edge of the [-]-style rifle tore a big hole in the opponent's body. The rattling internal organs came out with hot air, Brigadier Gao didn't even move his eyebrows, he was used to this kind of scene, he kicked the enemy away and then looked for the next opponent.

Several guards followed him closely with bayonets or sabers. This old Red Army soldier had never been to school or practiced bayonet fighting seriously, but he had been in the Red Army since he was a teenager. The army has been fighting with the enemy for nearly 20 years, fighting against the Kuomintang, fighting against the Japanese, all of the kung fu is practiced in a flash of contact with the god of death countless times, and the sharp eyes make people feel terrified.

Gradually, fear appeared in the eyes of the soldiers of the Ma family army. Their eyes were dull, their steps slowed down, their hands holding sabers became unstable, and the entire army retreated slowly.

Ma Desheng, the commander of the 258th Division, the titan of the Qingma Army, and Ma Bufang's cronies were panting heavily at the back of the team, with disbelief written in their yellowish-brown eyes. Unbelievably hard.

An officer shouted beside him: "Brother, we can't fight any more. Brothers have suffered too many casualties. If we continue fighting like this, our 258th Division will be enough to stop us. Withdraw."

Ma Desheng gripped the reins vigorously, the knuckles on his fingers turned white because of the force: "It took a lot of effort to catch the communist army, I'm not reconciled to just withdrawing like this, how can I explain to Commander Hu if we withdraw? "

"Brother, you are confused. You can explain to Hu Zongnan if you have lost all your money with the Communist Army. He, Chairman Jiang's student, is happy, but think about it, how do you go back and explain to our old commander? Do you want to Whether you want to be shot or want to be dismissed, you are not ignorant of the old commander's methods."

When the officer said it, Ma Desheng seemed to see a ray of coldness in the slightly squinted eyes of Ma Bufang, the supreme commander of the Qingma Army.

Ma Desheng shuddered all over his body, yes, he was only thinking about flattering Hu Zongnan, why did he forget his old commander, the 258th Division is the elite of the Qingma Army, and it is really going to be exhausted, old man The commander cannot spare himself.

"Brother, our old commander is determined not to care who you are, have you forgotten what happened to Ma Biao?" Ma Biao was a close nephew of Ma Bufang, who was shot for violating military orders when he became the head of the regiment.

Ma Desheng sighed: "Okay, I'll listen to you, order the troops to withdraw."

After receiving the order, the 258th Division of the Majiajun retreated like water. The soldiers scrambled to get on their horses and ran away. It was obvious that they were retreating, which was no different from a rout.

Ma Desheng yelled angrily: "Hold on, hold on, let me hold on." But if he could stand still, it would not work if he shouted his throat at this time.

As soon as the team at the back withdrew, the soldiers in front who were still fighting the People's Liberation Army immediately panicked, shit, the one behind dumped us, fuck his grandmother, run away.

This is one of the weaknesses of the Ma family army. They are fierce when attacking, but once the troops face difficulties and cannot withstand the retreat, they are nothing. When he was beaten back with a stick, he was so shitty that no one cared about anyone else.

Otherwise, the armed forces of the warlord families in this place cannot become a big climate. In order to keep the troops in their own hands, they had to use their relatives and friends as commanders at all levels. Those who are able are gone.

The soldiers who were fighting with the People's Liberation Army turned around and ran away. They had no tactics at all, and they didn't know how to retreat in sections. (This is indeed not to belittle the Ma family army. The Ma family army in history is like this. It was very fierce when it attacked, and it was chaotic when it retreated.)

Opportunities are rare. The soldiers chased after their buttocks. The bolts of the [-] and [-] rifles in their hands rattled, and the bullets shot out. When they fell down, those who were lucky enough to catch the horses got on the horses and ran away, and those whose horses were killed or ran away could only be accounted for by the soldiers' random guns.

Some people may ask, why didn't you shoot when you were fighting with the bayonet just now? There is an old saying in the PLA troops that if you add a submachine gun to a grenade, you won't get any money in melee combat. But this refers to troops equipped with a large number of submachine guns. Not so with troops that still carry rifles.

Like the [-] rifle, the accuracy is very good, but the penetrating power of the slender bullet is also very good. It is normal for one bullet to knock down two people. When you are in a melee, you may shoot your comrades down. Every time you shoot a shot, you have to push and load the bullet, which is very likely to be killed by your opponent when you load the bullet. When you fight the bayonet, it is a few tenths of a second to decide the relationship between life and death. To be clear, it is There is no time to reload your rifle when you are fighting a bayonet.

And it is widely rumored that the Japanese army retreated the bullets every time they fought in hand-to-hand combat. Sometimes they don't shoot.

The Eighth Route Army had very little ammunition, so it was impossible to engage in long-distance firepower consumption with the Japanese army. The most common method of combat was to get as close to the enemy as possible in each battle. After firing three bullets and throwing a grenade, they rushed up to fight the enemy hand-to-hand. The little devils who come and go also know the characteristics of the Eighth Route Army, so they have the nickname Three Guns and Eight Routes.

Later, after many years of training on the battlefield, the troops of the Eighth Route Army summed up an experience. It is a rigid tactical idea to return the bullets in the gun chamber before each hand-to-hand combat like the Japanese army. One bullet is kept in the gun chamber (and only one bullet can be kept). This bullet is not allowed to be used indiscriminately, but to shoot at the opponent's leg or foot before the battle, and then fight with the opponent to obtain The biggest effect, practice has proved that the tactics of the Eighth Route Army are better than that of the little devils.

Let’s talk about the [-]th Brigade again. This was a fierce battle with gritted teeth. Although the Qingma Army was fought, the casualties of the soldiers were too great. Sometimes it was a one-to-one exchange with the enemy. Brigadier Gao asked the soldiers not to chase too far, and immediately cleaned up the battlefield to prepare for transfer.

Brigadier Gao is a commander with rich experience in commanding the battlefield. He is very clear about the current situation of the troops. Time to be entangled by other cavalry units will be broken.

The whole battlefield was in chaos, the corpses of the enemy and the enemy were mixed together, and the broken guns were everywhere. The soldiers buried the sacrificed comrades in place, and grabbed the undead horses to carry the wounded and seized weapons and ammunition. The horse army is not rich, but what is there, it is impossible to fight a battle and get nothing. The four thighs of the dead horse are cut off for army rations. After half an hour, the tenth brigade disappeared into the vast mountains.

There are only five or six families in a small ravine, and it is already dark. According to the work and rest habits of the people in the Northwest, most of them lie down and sleep at this time, but there are a few wisps of candles burning dimly in the windows of one family. The light comes.

Take a closer look, good guy, there are soldiers of the Northwest Field Army everywhere in the woods and at the bottom of the mountain. In the cold weather, camping outside is the worst thing. The troops have tried every means to resist the severe cold. There are tents Of course it would be nice, but there are not many such rare items, although some have been seized in recent battles, it is still not enough.

Fortunately, there are many local soldiers in the army. Under the command of these soldiers, the troops dig holes and caves in units of squads. Anyway, they do whatever is convenient, and the criterion is not to freeze people.

It’s easier to do things with more people, and things will be easier to handle if you have everyone’s wisdom, isn’t it? After more than an hour, most of the troops lived in the cave dwellings that were just dug, and they can’t be called cave dwellings. There are no windows and doors in the temporary hole, but it is enough to light a fire in the hole to resist the cold wind.

The house with a few strands of candle light was the headquarters of the Northwest Field Army. Some leaders, including Boss Peng, were nervously waiting for news from the Tenth Brigade.