The beacon of youth

The rain of bullets was poured layer by layer, on horses, and on people.

Combat at close range, the sudden burst of firepower smashed the horse team that rushed over, and the horses and men fell one by one. Someone in the team shouted loudly: "Hey, there is the Communist Army, it is the Communist Army!" up."

Knowing that there are troops intercepting in front, but the cavalry in the sprint can't stop. After the horses reach the acceleration stage, they can only dash forward. The inertia makes people and horses unable to turn back. This group of people is also considered vicious. After killing a large number of soldiers, they were still rushing forward.

According to the conventional way of fighting, it is correct to do this. Since you can't turn back, you can rush forward. As long as you rush up and mix with the communist army, you can take advantage of it. Cavalry will always have an advantage over infantry.

But this can only be their wishful thinking. Li Yong ordered the armored vehicles of the tank battalion to dispatch because he was afraid that the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon would suffer. The Czech type had just finished changing the second magazine when he heard the sound of a heavy machine gun firing from behind him.

The rain of bullets was like a whirlwind blowing on the flat ground. The bullets whizzed and flew over the heads of the scouts. The dense large-caliber projectiles smashed the forward cavalry into pieces. Erzi Ning knew that this was the arrival of reinforcements from the tank battalion.

Li Yuming was unwilling to be lonely, and jumped from his tank car into the armored vehicle at the same time the brigade commander gave the order. He hadn't won a battle for a long time, and he wanted to lead the troops to charge.

A wheeled armored vehicle converted from a car, covered with a layer of bulletproof steel plate, with shooting holes on both sides, and a heavy machine gun launch tower on the top. Although the protection and firepower are not as good as the main battle tank, the maneuverability is better than that of the tank. Much better, using wheeled armored vehicles to fight cavalry, a word, cool.

The armored vehicle that looked like a steel fortress charged forward and reached the middle of the horse team.The firepower from all directions knocked down the knights on the horses one by one, and the corpses of the men and horses were torn to pieces and bloody.The frightened bandits turned their horses and fled.

Five or six hundred bandits turned around and ran away after being beaten head-on, no longer had the arrogance they had when they wanted to shoot fat sheep, and they ran and shouted: "He is a big force of the Communist Army. "

Running away if you can't beat them is the usual method of these guys, but this is only the way they used to deal with infantry in the past.To deal with the ** brigade with a large number of armored vehicles and cars, fleeing is not much better than dying.

Li Yuming opened the door of the armored vehicle, and shouted to Erzi Ning, who was shooting on the ground, "Second son, you are stupid, hurry up and chase after me."

Reminded by Li Yuming, Erzi Ning patted himself on the head: "Isn't it? I'm a little confused after being addicted to a dozen, comrades. Get in the car and chase him to hell."

With the assistance of wheeled armored vehicles, the jeeps of the reconnaissance battalion chased them like crazy.The Tom style and the Czech style can't stop firing on the car. Although the accuracy is not very good on the bumpy road, but the density of firepower is too high, the fleeing rider falls off the horse like a dumpling. Falling.

The reconnaissance battalion of more than 1000 people is equipped with a large number of light jeeps, which are specially configured by the ** brigade to increase their mobility. It can be said that the reconnaissance battalion is the most mobile battalion within the entire brigade. Wheel-drive jeeps are just right for the Gobi desert.

Chase, chase fiercely.The fleeing bandits were able to compete with the speed of the reconnaissance battalion in the first few kilometers, but when the horses ran a few kilometers away, the gap could be seen. After the long-distance sprint, the physical strength of the horses decreased, and the speed slowed down a little. .

Battalion Commander Zhang Jinsong shouted loudly in the walkie-talkie: "Speed ​​up, surround them from both sides. Leave no one behind, wipe them all out—hurry up."

General George Marshall once said that the jeep was one of America's outstanding contributions to World War II because it was as loyal as a dog, as powerful as a mule and as clever as a goat.

The wheelbase of an American jeep is limited to 80 inches, so its turning radius is small, it can turn around and turn more quickly, and it can also drive four wheels if necessary, which can better overcome various complicated situations on the battlefield. The engine can also allow it to sprint at a high speed of 60 miles on Gobi and desert terrain. The model captured and equipped by the ** brigade is basically the Willis mb, known by American soldiers as a taxi on the battlefield.

And now, it is the time for this kind of taxi on the battlefield to show its power. After a few kilometers, the reconnaissance battalion caught up. Under the violent bullet rain, the encirclement circle became smaller and smaller. Zhang Jinsong shouted excitedly: "Comrades— — Work harder, the brigade commander only gives us one hour, and if we don't get it in one hour, he will replace us."

Li Yong gave Zhang Jinsong another order: resolve the battle within an hour, or transfer to another battalion, with the additional condition that no prisoners be taken.

After Li Yong's order was given, Zhang Jinsong understood that the brigade commander wanted to wipe them all out. Is this easy? As for the captives—he Zhang Jinsong didn't want them either.

Storm-like attacks swept over from the left, right and rear. In just 600 minutes, more than half of the [-] horse bandits were killed or injured. I didn't expect to kick on the iron board. I've been a bandit for many years, and I haven't encountered horizontal ones. With their speed, it's okay even if I can't beat them. I just run away, but judging by today's posture, it's not just about making a fortune. , Even running is enough.

Under the psychological collapse, some bandits shouted immediately: "Stop fighting, we surrender."

The troops of the People's Liberation Army are disciplined, and one of them is not to kill prisoners. Hearing the bandit's shout, some soldiers hesitated, and the guys in their hands slowed down. Some people came to report: "Battle Commander, the enemy is about to surrender. what to do?"

Zhang Jinsong stared like a cow's egg, and with the submachine gun in his hand, he swiped at the gun, cursing without looking back: "You have a brain problem, didn't you hear the brigade commander's order? He doesn't want any prisoners. What's the use of me? Take it back and become a father?"

Zhang Jinsong yelled so loudly that the soldiers all understood, don't take prisoners! !That would be even better, all the weapons were replaced with full magazines, light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns, and swept towards the crowd and horses.

A few minutes passed, and when Li Yuming's wheeled armored vehicle caught up, the battle was basically over. The five or six hundred bandit cavalry were all wiped out, and no one slipped through the net.

Li Yuming pushed the car door and jumped down. This kid was a little angry. In the past, in wars, our tank battalion must have rushed to the front. The other battalions could only follow behind and pick up the leftovers. Today, let his mother scout The battalion took away the head work.

Zhang Jinsong walked over with a submachine gun in his hand, with wisps of blue smoke still emitting from the muzzle. Zhang Jinsong was in a great mood, and with figure eight steps under his feet, he patted Li Yuming on the shoulder and said:

"Hey, how about it? Although the armored vehicles of your tank battalion are not slow, they are still a little bit worse than ours. Our battalion is cleaning the battlefield. You can take whatever you like. I am very generous. .”

Li Yuming was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, but he didn't dare to get angry with Zhang Jinsong, because Zhang Jinsong was an authentic soldier from the Eighth Route Army. When he was a soldier, he was already a platoon leader. Li Yuming could show off his veteran status in front of Ning Erzi , in front of Zhang Jinsong, he is nothing. Although he is an instructor at the same level as others, he can only be a junior at a head lower than others.

There was no other way, Li Yuming was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He pulled out the pistol in his waist angrily, and fired at the bandits who were still alive underground. Then he jumped on the armored car and shouted while closing the car door: "Battalion Commander, you scout battalion have good things to keep for yourself. I don't care about them. Go back and report to the brigade commander."

As soon as Li Yuming left, the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion roared with laughter. The tank battalion was very popular a while ago, and the whole battalion of soldiers was going to go to heaven and earth. Today was a good time for them to eat and hold back.

Some soldiers also asked in a low voice: "Instructor Li of the Tank Battalion is so angry that he killed all the bandits who were not dead. He is not afraid of breaking discipline!!"

The old soldier who knew the inside story replied: "You know what, that kid Li Yuming used to be the police guard of our brigade commander, and later he was the company commander of the Jing Guard Company, the prisoner he killed...... Hey, I can't say anymore, I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear it. In our ** brigade, we decide whether to take prisoners or not. If the brigade commander says no, then he’s not. Get used to it slowly."

Zhang Jinsong and Li Yuming stood in front of Li Yong and Wang Chengde in a daze. Li Yong looked at his watch, and then praised: "It's not bad. It took 10 minutes to end the battle. A verbal praise will not be recorded in the file."

Zhang Jinsong reasoned with a big mouth: "Brigade Commander, the enemy has more than 500 people anyway, so it is considered a victory anyway, why is it not recorded in the file?"

"Bullshit, that's called an enemy? There are more than 500 bandits running around on horseback. What are you doing? You just chased after your ass and then fell suddenly. How can you convince other battalions that such a battle will be recorded in the file? Think about it."

Zhang Jinsong, who had no other choice, could only mutter a few words indiscriminately: "Verbal praise is verbal praise, it's better than being criticized, I'm going if I have nothing to do."

Unhappy Zhang Jinsong turned around and left, but was stopped by the political commissar Wang Chengde standing aside: "Don't rush to leave, it's a battle anyway, how about capturing it?"

When the political commissar asked about the seizure, Li Yuming and Zhang Jinsong looked at each other. Li Yuming spread his hands and replied a little sourly: "I didn't catch anything. It was the reconnaissance camp that cleaned the battlefield." (To be continued...)

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