The beacon of youth

Corpses, flesh and blood, countless pits, and crying and screaming soldiers all reveal that there is no suspense in this battle.

Several middle and lower-level officers were shouting at the top of their lungs: "The People's Liberation Army is charging up, shoot quickly, shoot quickly."

Indeed, some people woke up from their confused state under the yelling of their chief, picked up weapons they didn't know where they picked up, and stumbled towards the so-called fortifications.

But all these efforts were in vain. Some of the Tibetan soldiers who were awake had just poked their heads out when they were smashed to pieces by the oncoming bullets.

The soldiers of the Independent Brigade had a good experience of such an impact. They charged with all their strength after the artillery fire was extended, and used the short-range firepower of the submachine guns in their hands to open the way during the impact. The front was beaten like a wind, and the puffing sound of the burrowing into the soil was clearly audible. The heads of those who wanted to stand up and resist were beaten into rotten watermelons, with red and white brains all over the place.

Only a few tens of meters away, the commando rushed up in the blink of an eye. During this period, there was no strong resistance at all. Li Jiangguo in the headquarters put down the binoculars he had been holding in his hand and looked at Ma Quanyou and Zhang Jinsong. Said: "The commando has gone up, and then it will be easier. Is there any movement for the rest of the Tibetan army?"

Zhang Jinsong replied: "Hmph, there is no bullshit. We made such a big noise here, and the defenders from the other directions didn't come to support, as if they were watching the fun. Aren't they a family?"

Zhang Jinsong was angry. According to the discussion before the battle, there is a division of labor in the first echelon of the avant-garde. It's very lively, and the commandos have already rushed to the enemy's position.But his reconnaissance battalion has not fired a single shot. It seems that the Tibetan troops in several other places do not want to come for reinforcements at all. If this continues, it is possible that his hundreds of troops will not be able to get a battle until the end of the battle. How could Zhang Jinsong, who wanted to make a contribution, not get angry.

Ma Quanyou, the commander of the second battalion, patted Zhang Jinsong on the shoulder as if understanding, and said in a persuasive tone: "Old Zhang, you don't have to be angry. It's a good thing that the enemy didn't come for reinforcements. Is it possible that you are still looking forward to it?" So we’re in trouble? It’s not the same who fights the battle. Hahaha.” [

The truth is this, but who doesn't want to do meritorious deeds with his own hands, Ma Quanyou is a kid who doesn't hurt his back when he stands and talks.The soldiers of the first and second battalions rushed forward with swift movements.The ensuing battle turned into a one-sided situation. The soldiers who were very good at close combat had no pressure to deal with the dizzy Tibetan soldiers who were bombed.

A soldier of the generation group suffered more than half of the casualties under the fierce artillery fire, and the rest were also bombarded in a trance.The Tibetan soldiers who were still alive got out of the soil in a daze, and some were still glad that they were not killed by the bombing, but at this moment, the commandos of the first and second battalions also rushed up, countless Tom shot at these bastard soldiers at close range.

chug chug.In the afterglow of the setting sun, blood-colored flowers emerged from the bodies of the soldiers of the Tibetan Army.It's like a golden sunset in full bloom.

In fact, this is no longer a battle between the two sides, because the difference in strength is too large, and it is more appropriate to use the term "clearing the battlefield."

Another twenty minutes passed, and when Li Jiangguo, Ma Quanyou, and Zhang Jinsong walked up together, the battle was completely over. By this time, there had been no reinforcements from the Tibetan army from other directions. .

Li Jiangguo looked at his watch proudly, and said to Ma Quanyou and Zhang Jinsong: "After five to 10 minutes of fighting, we wiped out one of the enemy's replacement regiments. The effect is very good. I ordered that we give up cleaning up the battlefield and head towards Lhasa at full speed."

The second battalion commander Ma Quanyou agreed: "Yes, let's do it like this. I don't like their things, so let's just step in and give the so-called high-level and nobles to his mother's pot. Wait for our brigade commander and It will save trouble when the political commissar arrives."

Zhang Jinsong glared at him: "Don't do it like a motherfucker, what we want is peace and liberation, and they can't let go before they show hostility, I remind you, don't be criticized by the brigade commander then. "

Li Jiangguo chuckled: "Lao Zhang is right. We fought this battle with a trick called knocking the mountain to shake the tiger. Let them see the determination and combat effectiveness of our People's Liberation Army. Let's go."

The sound of ticking radio waves was sent out from a jeep in the vanguard army. Not to mention, Suolang Puncuo is not insignificant. Not only can he do translation and propaganda work, but he can also tinker with the radio at critical times. The main reason why the brigade sent him here.

The content of the telegram from the avant-garde troops was probably: "Our troops have arrived near Lhasa, fought for 10 minutes, and wiped out one of the enemy's [-] men from our regiment. Now we are rushing towards the urban area of ​​Lhasa, planning to occupy the whole city first. The follow-up situation will be reported later.”

At the brigade headquarters of the Independent Brigade, Li Jia, the company commander of the guard, sent over a telegram from the vanguard troops. Wang Chengde, the political commissar, read it first, and then handed the telegram to Li Yong, the brigade commander beside him.

Wang Chengde's brows were slightly frowned. As a political commissar from the old Eighth Route Army, he knew very well that the biggest problem in entering the Tibetan area was not fighting. , the difficult thing is how to grasp the policy, how to achieve the appropriate degree of tightness, and how to correctly implement the ethnic and religious policies of the party and the army, such as the telegram sent back by the avant-garde troops. Whether this battle is right or wrong is in his heart There is no definite number yet, that is to say, Wang Chengde is still struggling with whether this battle should be fought.

The difference with Wang Chengde is that Li Yong, the brigade commander, laughed when he saw the content of the telegram. Damn it, these guys did a good job. They wiped out a generation of the enemy during the campaign, and they didn't have any casualties. .

The happy brigade commander Zhang Luo said: "Come on, let's discuss it and give them some credit, so that we can report it to the military department in the future." [

Looking back, he saw Wang Chengde's frown. How could Li Yong, who had the advantage later, not understand what Wang Chengde was thinking:

"Old Wang, peace is not expressed with words. Our Chinese ancestors have a good saying, called "Soldiers that Subdue without Fighting", which means that you can make people submit without fighting. But there is also a premise. In the face of overwhelming strength, it is possible to subjugate the enemy without fighting. Otherwise, everything is empty talk. Li Jiangguo and the others have done a good job. This is to show our strength, which is also called deterrence. If we treat our People's Liberation Army as soft melons, there will be more and more troubles in the future."

Wang Chengde's head is not much worse than Li Yong's. After a little thought, you will understand that in the face of absolute strength, all resistance is scum. Only by letting your opponent know that you have the power to completely destroy them can the opponent be honest. This is The simplest truth.

The commendation telegram from the brigade headquarters made the cadres and soldiers of the first echelon of the avant-garde ecstatic. It took a long time to fight, and it made the usual commendation telegrams rare. Under the leadership of commander Li Jiangguo, thousands of troops rushed to Moving forward, the goal goes straight to the urban area of ​​Lhasa.

All kinds of guards, militiamen, and private armed forces along the way, seeing the troops advancing by the People's Liberation Army were like seeing a scourge. Let alone resisting, they didn't even dare to resist.

A few Tibetan soldiers who escaped from the position ran all the way to the Prince Regent's Mansion of Dazha, knocked open the guard at the door, and rolled in crying. When they saw the Regent of Dazha, these few escaped by chance Shengtian's soldier cried and narrated: "Your Majesty, all of us are finished, and all the children are dead. The People's Liberation Army will arrive soon, so hurry up and get a charter."

The old prince Daza was in a state of disarray, what the hell was he getting?

"You trash, let me spend so much rice in vain. How long have you been holding on? We don't even have time for reinforcements. How do you let me get the charter?" Prince Daza was really anxious. Definitely wouldn't talk so much to these junior soldiers.

A Ben (company commander) replied tremblingly: "My lord, it's not that we didn't work hard. The artillery fire of the People's Liberation Army was so powerful that more than half of them were killed before we saw anyone. We couldn't stand it at all."

While they were talking, the People's Liberation Army entered the city. Li Jiangguo ordered all the troops under his command to occupy all the commanding heights and important departments. Under the leadership of a few temporarily captured prisoners, the reconnaissance battalion was the main force and went straight to the mansion of Prince Dazha Come, it is said that the nobles are in a meeting, hehe, this is a very good time.

The motor of the car is roaring, and it is driving fast in the streets of Lhasa. The soldiers in the car look serious, and the weapons in their hands are loaded. This is a strange city, and no one knows where it is lurking. what kind of crisis.

Under the guidance of a few captives, the soldiers who rushed into the city like tigers surrounded Daza Regent's Palace with quick movements, finding the best firing positions for light and heavy machine guns and mortars.

Li Jiangguo, the commander of the first battalion, Ma Quanyou, the commander of the second battalion, and Zhang Jinsong, the commander of the reconnaissance battalion, stood quietly within a distance of less than 100 meters from the gate of the palace.

The mansion was boiling, and hundreds of nobles, chieftains, chieftains, and lords were surrounded. They were all panicked and didn't know what to do. Like a dead dog, there is no certain sound.