Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 305 Wrong Route
Aerial reconnaissance quickly confirmed the statement of the Indian army staff officer that an Indian unit was indeed moving south. It seems that the Indian command did not issue a map showing the latest mobilization situation to the battalion-level troops. It is a normal thing when the troops are advancing rapidly, and the staff officer on duty at the moment may be most worried about the troops shooting each other at night due to poor communication and causing accidental injuries. This is also the most normal reaction.He probably would not have thought that there would be a large-scale infiltration operation starting from the junction.Since the Indian army crossed the border, the Pakistani army has not had any record of attacking eastward. Objectively, this poor performance has also exacerbated the paralysis of the Indian army.

Lao Ding is currently serving as the commander and company commander of the first T90 tank, but he only sends out flashing signals through a set of codes on the side of the turret for limited command.The radio station was filled with the call signs of the Indian troops from various nearby units, and he couldn't understand them at all. Even though he, like Lin Huaisheng, was a staff officer in charge of keeping an eye on the direction of India, he couldn't understand Hindi at all. Both the plan and the report were based on the work of the intelligence translation department of the General Staff; in fact, a few months ago, he would never have imagined that he would be involved in such a distant war.

"What's wrong, there are enemies at the mountain pass ahead, less than 200 meters away." Ding Keguang said, 30 minutes ago, aerial reconnaissance showed that there were no enemies near this intersection, and it was possible to pass quickly.Obviously, either the reconnaissance did not see the enemy, or the enemy situation suddenly appeared. This is the last thing he, Lin Huaisheng, and Lieutenant Giyam want to encounter, although they have drawn up a lot of countermeasures for various situations.

Through the night vision equipment, Lao Ding had already seen the Indian soldiers peeking out from behind a pile of suggested roadblocks. Obviously, they also heard the movement of the tanks and were a little confused.Their convoy is composed of trucks and jeeps, the number is unknown, and it is temporarily impossible to judge the size of the enemy force. From the appearance of all military vehicles parked neatly along the left side of the dirt road, it looks like a mechanized infantry that got lost at night.

"Turn on the headlights," he said.

"What?" the driver asked.

"Don't be afraid, we just want them to see us, so that Giyam can gather information. Let's drive along the right side of the road. By the way, remember to drive to Xiaoguang."

After he finished speaking, he began to use the coded light to signal the convoy behind to stop slowly. These signals were agreed in advance so that he could keep the radio silent.Then he returned to the commander's console, put his face on the eyepiece, and held the handles on both sides of the observation platform tightly. He could hear the hissing sound of the motor rotating by his ears, and there was a shaking red light in the observation mirror. point, which is the machine gun reference aiming point. The machine gun on the T90 can aim and fire through the periscope without the commander's head protruding from the turret, but the pitch angle operation is more difficult.

The lights of the first T90 suddenly turned on. Sure enough, the Indian soldiers in front were dazzled by the dazzling white light. They covered their eyes one after another, kept shouting and waving to indicate that they were their own people, obviously afraid of being accidentally injured.

The other nine T9s behind also gradually stopped and turned on their lights.According to the plan, now is the time for the self-proclaimed omnipotent Pakistani intelligence officer Ghiyam to appear.

A BMP-1 tank turned 30 degrees from the tank column, drove out slowly, and then drove towards the Indian convoy in front without anyone else.No other commander in the column could stick his head out like Lieutenant Ghiam, and that would be a sure-fire hit.

"Did you see the jeep behind the convoy? The shooting line is aimed at it. If that guy is out of order, he must knock down that car first." Ding Keguang said.The gunner immediately began to aim. Everyone here did not believe that Giam could succeed. The BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle he was riding in was actually a ZBD86 infantry combat vehicle. The metal on the front armor plate The number of ribs is different from that of India's self-produced BMP-1, and there is no white light headlight or infrared searchlight on the side of the turret. These serious problems cannot be solved for Lin Huaisheng's hastily proposed plan. Many problems can be seen at a glance.

Lieutenant Ghiam's chariot stopped just in front of the Indian convoy, and he drove straight in front of the enemy without any intention of hiding the details in front of the car body. He knew that the Indian Army would not pay attention to details like the fearful Chinese tankers, so He simply told the driver to move closer so that the Indians could see his lieutenant colonel rank.He was wearing the uniform of a lieutenant colonel in the Indian Army so that he could pass off as a battalion-level officer.

An Indian soldier stumbled forward and saluted the pretending lieutenant colonel.

"Bastard, why are you blocking my way?" Giam climbed out of the hatch and stood straight on the car, cursing condescendingly.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, we... we took the wrong route, the lieutenant is... checking the map." The soldier replied stammeringly, obviously bluffed by the curse.

"Take the wrong route? Then it's time to go to a court-martial. Tell your officers to come here quickly. Quick!"

"Yes, sir, immediately." The soldier quickly shrank back.After a while, a bearded officer ran over. Under the white headlights of the T90S tank, his face looked extremely pale and frightened.

"Report to your unit and superior." The fake lieutenant colonel again pre-empted the strike, lest the other party have time to think about it.

"Report sir, we are 2nd Corps, 4th Infantry Division... uh... the division is an anti-tank company. My superiors are Major Havim, the immediate battalion commander, and before him Lieutenant Colonel Tolani, we are Ordered to go to position 17km east of Quetta to ambush enemy heavy tanks, but tonight... I think we took the wrong intersection... 33rd division rearguard apparently got the signpost wrong and our GPS didn't work at all doesn't work."

"Fool, you just found out that the GPS doesn't work today?" Ghiam interrupted the company commander's explanation with a loud shout. After he entered the role, he was indeed a little inexplicably angry, because it's not been a day or two since the GPS didn't work.

"I must report your mistake directly to the superior. You tell your people to get out of the mountain pass quickly. We have an emergency transfer."

"Move to the east?" The Indian lieutenant suppressed his fear and asked this question that he couldn't understand.

"That's right, we are the tank battalion of the 107th Regiment. We are moving south to outflank the enemy's main force, but you are blocking our way. Damn it." He said and pretended to look at his watch.

At this time, a series of cannons sounded from the southwest direction, and it was obvious that fierce fighting was going on there.

"Do you hear me, you idiot who can't even read a map, there's fighting and people dying. You have to remove the barricades immediately and get out of the way for me," Ghiam yelled, continuing to give the poor The company commander exerted pressure, thus evading the question of why his team ran counter to the battlefield.

"I understand that I can keep our vehicles as close to the north side of the road as possible." As he spoke, the Indian lieutenant turned and directed his troops to remove the barricade and turn to the side of the road to allow most of the dirt road.

Ghiyam knew that he could not force the other party to completely withdraw from the valley. That did not conform to the general rules of the battlefield and would easily arouse suspicion. But just now the Indian officer mentioned that they belonged to an anti-tank company, which made him vigilant.He knows that such professional troops always have to receive long-distance tank recognition training, mainly to prevent accidental damage to their own side. That is to say, they should be better at recognizing tanks than ordinary troops. May have fooled so many eyes.

The lieutenant picked up the walkie-talkie, he was a little hesitant. Although he hated the invaders, he was still a little hesitant about what to do next.

"Report to the headquarters, they gave way, it is an anti-tank unit, I think we can only act according to a special plan." He said.

There was no answer from the other side of the station.According to the agreement, if there is no answer, it is the default.The actions of the entire unit will be subject to Gyam's judgment, so this unlucky Indian company will pay the price for taking the wrong route.

Lao Ding has been observing the reaction of the Pakistani officer posing as a lieutenant colonel, ready to fire at any time.Ghiam, he saw, half-turned, flashed a brief signal to the group of tanks behind him with the flashlight in his hand.The tankers read the binary signals silently, knowing the next plan.

"You all know how to do it?" Ding Keguang said.

"understood."

"Okay, turn on the big light."

"Yes."

The driver switches the headlights from a 30V "small light" state to an 80V "big light" state.The sudden increase in light blinded the driver of the Indian truck in front of him who was backing up.

This company, which marched through the night in fatigue, was mobilized here from distant Multan, carrying the "Viper" anti-tank missile.This is a sharp weapon for Spanga to deal with the latest Chinese heavy tanks that appeared in the south, not only because it has a tandem warhead with a good armor penetration depth, but also this missile has a certain ability to attack the top.

The tank column moved forward slowly, slowly approaching the enemy's company.Gradually, the enemy's convoy was fully displayed. This Indian anti-tank company consisted of 11 military vehicles and 10 jeeps carrying missiles, without any armor protection.At this moment, they are clinging to the mountain, desperately making way for their neighbors.Many infantrymen jumped out of the truck to urinate, and cheered for the armored unit by the way.

Lao Ding has been observing the company jeep without anti-tank missiles. It is roughly certain that the main communication equipment is on this car, and the radio station is in an unattended state. Maybe the company commander does not want to get lost. Report the situation to your superiors, that is to say, this is an excellent opportunity.Dink is holding the "Aim/Disengage" button with his right hand. If he releases his thumb, the machine gun will turn to the left. Of course, the final pitch has to be controlled manually.However, at this moment he did not want to turn the machine gun, so as not to attract the attention of the enemy.

From the observation and aiming equipment, it can be seen that the Indian soldiers sitting on the side of the road waved at the tanks, most of them were giggling with their mouths open, and they didn't see any flaws at all.These rural children near Allahabad enlisted in the army under the populist incitement of the Bharatiya Janata Party. After joining the army, they were instilled with the concept of absolute obedience to their superiors. They never doubted their superiors and victory. They may get lost; they never thought that the battlefield war launched by the prime minister would eventually kill them.

The 10 T90s drove roughly parallel to the opponent's convoy. The distance between each vehicle was maintained at 20 meters. Din Keguang's first vehicle stopped, and the tanks behind also stepped on the brakes.Amidst the roar of the rumbling engine, an ominous feeling enveloped the heads of the Indian soldiers on the opposite side, and some people gradually put away their smiles.

An Indian non-commissioned officer who noticed something was wrong walked up to the company commander who was still smiling and raised his hand to cover the strong light, and whispered in a low voice: "Look at that tiger head, it's the tank of the White Tiger Division, not the 107th regiment." of."

"Not the 107th regiment? What do you mean?"

"This is the tank of the 31st Division. They shouldn't be here. They should be 50 kilometers north of us. I think... very suspicious." The non-commissioned officer was unable to touch the essence of the question for the time being.

(End of this chapter)