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This time the counter-ambush battle, if Wang Yan was not present, would definitely become an ambush battle by the Vietnamese army. The troops that rush into Old Street along the main road will definitely suffer heavy losses.

In fact, even if Wang Yan joined the battle, he would suffer heavy losses. This was the first time he discovered the enemy and called for artillery fire. But the result after an hour of intense fighting was not ideal.

There was one tank in the pit, one tank was disabled by a landmine, two tanks were blown up by Vietnamese monkey death squads, and other tanks were also damaged to varying degrees, and were badly bombarded by mortars.

In terms of personnel, the infantry following the tanks lost more than 20 people, and Wang Yan's soldiers also lost 18 people. The current team that broke into Lao Cai only had six tanks, 32 armored soldiers, and 118 infantrymen, including Wang Yan's company.

Twelve tanks were equipped with two platoons of infantry, and one platoon was basically eliminated. Wang Yan's team was not full to begin with. Some people had been lost in the previous battles and had not been replenished. This time, more than ten people were lost.

Of course, the so-called attrition is still not death, but injuries of varying severity that affect movement. Those who were directly killed or blown up, including armored soldiers, were less than twenty.

This was Wang Yan leading a fierce attack on the mountain top and eradicating the firepower point on the high ground. If not, after this battle, they would probably be disabled and have to retreat. The plan to attack the old street would also fail, and they would have to think of other ways.

"Wang Yan, what should we do?" asked the deputy battalion commander and company commander of the tank battalion, watching Wang Yan walking over with a cigarette in his mouth from a distance.

Wang Yan kept moving, casually putting a few puffs of cigarette into the mouth of a soldier whose leg was broken by a machine gun, and helping to treat the wound. He replied: "What did the above say?"

"Ask your opinion."

"Do it!" Wang Yan explained without any hesitation, "The defenses in the old street must be empty. The Vietnamese monkeys are trying their best to block us, which proves this. I think the resistance we will encounter next will not be as good as That battle just now. If you armored soldiers don’t have tanks, don’t force them. There are many wounded, so stay and take care of them. Don’t force your injured brothers to hold on either. If it affects the operation, you will die. Don’t hide your injuries."

After saying this, Wang Yan called the correspondent: "Contact the battalion commander and ask him to send someone to pick up the wounded. Also tell him that we have enough strength and will leave the old street tonight."

"Yes! Company Commander!" The correspondent shouted to the company commander most smoothly.

In fact, the soldiers who follow Wang Yan are very easy to call company commander.

It was bustling and lively for a while, and I was not afraid of exposing my whereabouts. In the battle just now, the enemy did not shell, which means that our army has previously destroyed the artillery position of the Vietnamese Monkey. The battle just now and the crazy blocking by the Vietnamese monkeys just showed that their effective forces were scattered outside to fight with our army, and the rear was empty. This was already the largest force that could be quickly mobilized nearby.

Therefore, Wang Yan concluded that there might be resistance ahead, but it would definitely not be as fierce as the previous two battles. Tonight, or at least tomorrow morning, Bike Old Street.

Xiaocao is not very far from Lao Cai, only about six kilometers. The tank troops stepped on the accelerator, but it only lasted more than ten minutes. They were halfway gone now, but it was almost midnight and the walk was not easy.

The two battles together only lasted two hours, but it took a lot of time to gather the wounded, clean the battlefield, replenish ammunition, treat wounds, drink water and rest, etc.

Six kilometers...

"Wang Yan, these Vietnamese monkeys have dug the road all the way to the foot of the mountain. There is a ditch in the middle. There is a mountain on one side and a river on the other. It's so stupid that tanks can't drive through it."

The tank deputy battalion came over cursing with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'll go take a look with you. Don't worry. If I remember correctly, your name is Zheng Zhongliang, right? From Henan, your hometown?" Wang Yan was treating the wounds of the wounded soldiers there without raising his head.

The leggings work best because they are long and the fabric is very breathable. Even in the widest part of the chest and abdomen, it can still hold two circles, which is very easy to use. The only shortcoming is that the condition is not good and it cannot be treated with medication immediately. Nine out of ten cases will be infected and inflamed. The prognosis is not very ideal. It is really a desperate situation. Either amputation or death.

Some people were gritting their teeth so hard that their eyes were bulging out, their veins were exposed, and they were sweating profusely. Some people were trembling, unable to bear the severe pain, and the tough-minded men were holding back their sobs...

The comrade of the deputy tank battalion was very unsatisfied and grinned as he looked at it. He took out a cigarette without lighting it and chewed it in the soldiers' mouths. It had some analgesic effect, but it was almost non-existent. Minor injuries were all penetrations of limbs, or a piece of flesh was swept away, and it couldn't be stopped no matter what. At this time, it would be better to faint from the pain.

"I didn't expect that a big star like you would still remember me?"

"You're scolding me? What a big star, he just serves the soldiers." Wang Yan did not dwell on this topic, "How deep is the pit?"

"It's as deep as one person and wide. We don't have tools, otherwise there would be so many people and it would be filled up in no time."

"Is it enough to fill the tank in?"

"Huh?" The tank deputy battalion was surprised, "That's okay, is it suitable?"

"What are you asking me? Ask the leader for instructions. Ask if it can be done. If it works, fill it in. If it doesn't, just wait for the tools from behind to fill the hole, and we will continue to fight."

"good."

The deputy tank battalion did not hesitate and went to contact the correspondent. After a while, he said to Wang Yan, "Okay," and then asked the soldiers to transfer the shells and bullets in the tank to other tanks and replenish the ammunition. Then the tank was used to push the lying tank into the pit. The location was not easy to find. It was either sideways or pushed up. I had to push three tanks in to solve the problem.

At this time, Wang Yan had also taken care of the soldiers' injuries, and trucks from the rear came over to pick up the wounded. The soldiers also rested for a while, and then started heading towards the old street again as the tanks suddenly started.

It was the tanks that took the lead, and Wang Yan and others followed along the mountainside. They walked slowly and carefully. Everyone knew that there would be an ambush.

But as Wang Yan said, their ambush was not so violent after all. In the remaining three kilometers, we only encountered two ambushes. Although it was also crazy and caused some damage, it was not as intense as the previous two times.

This is because Vietnam Monkey is short of manpower and cannot be mobilized.

Speaking of which, the Vietnamese monkeys actually didn’t expect to actually fuck them. I thought they were sending a large army to scare them with swords and guns. Who would have thought that it would be like plowing the courtyard and sweeping holes.

Three kilometers and more than four hours of walking, I saw the old street buildings in the distance dimly. It was already late at night.

"Company commander, do you want to fight?" A soldier asked Wang Yan.

"Don't be in a hurry. Let's spread out and find cover to hide. Don't be destroyed by them. I'll fire two shots first to see. Correspondent, tell the battalion commander that we have arrived at the old street and will launch an attack. Let Battalion Commander Zheng fire the cannon to bomb him. Damn it.”

Following Wang Yan's order, the troops dispersed on both sides. Some people ran to the hillside, some went to the river, and some went to the roadside. Wang Yan also found a bunker and set up his gun.

At the same time, the six tanks all staggered their gun barrels and pointed directly at the vaguely visible building in the distance. The shells crashed towards the building.

Immediately afterwards, fire erupted from the opposite side, and bullets were fired over. The firepower is strong, it is actually a heavy machine gun. Needless to say, it is powerful. A light machine gun can break a person's arm. If a heavy machine gun is used, a person will be broken into pieces.

Wang Yan put down the camera and fired with a bang. The bullet spun and flew over a distance of more than 200 meters, carrying a small arc trajectory and drilling into the chest of the machine gunner who gritted his teeth and controlled the machine gun to fire.

Just like at the beginning of the war, the deputy pulled away, controlled the machine gun, and then joined the previous machine gunner.

"Company commander's sharpshooting!" a soldier shouted, then laughed and fired.

The same goes for other infantrymen, who are all firing at the opposite side, but more than a hundred people are firing in one place from all directions, and even if they are firing, they can't suppress the opponent's head.

The armored soldiers didn't need to say anything. They stepped on the accelerator in tacit understanding and launched a sprint towards the opposite side. They ignored the flying shells and fired quickly while sprinting.

At a distance of more than 200 meters, it only took thirty seconds for the tank to activate at full power. At this time, the skilled artillery loading soldiers only fired three cannons, but this had already put a lot of pressure on the opposite position.

At the same time, the anti-aircraft machine gun on the tank was also firing bullets at an angle, and its firepower was very powerful. Wang Yan fired two shots, and the tanks rushed out dozens of meters. The soldiers hid behind the tanks and began to attack the old street.

Wang Yan did not attack together with the soldiers. He still set up his gun from behind and sniped the machine gunners. The power of the heavy machine gun is indeed very powerful. It may paralyze the tank. If you are lucky, it may not penetrate the steel plate of the tank.

Dozens of seconds passed in the blink of an eye, and the tanks ferociously ran over the opponent's trenches, even crushing to death a Vietnamese monkey who couldn't avoid it. Without slowing down at all, he rushed straight over.

The soldiers were shooting wildly from behind, trying to stop the Vietnamese monkeys who were about to devote themselves to blowing up the tanks.

"Fuck you!"

A soldier shouted loudly, got close, stabbed and killed a Vietnamese monkey holding an explosive pack.

Wang Yan chased after him, kicked the Vietnamese monkey hanging on the bayonet, and slapped the soldier on the back of the head: "You are looking for death. If you collapse the explosive package, you won't even have the whole body."

The soldier chuckled and rushed over with a roar without replying.

At this time, there was a whistling sound in the sky. Without thinking, Wang Yan stepped forward, hugged the soldier and hid. The artillery shells came down intensively, regardless of whether the enemy was friendly or not, and they bombed in one fell swoop.

In fact, it was Wang Yan and the others who bombed the tanks. The blocking Vietnamese army saw the tanks charging at full speed. Many people ran away, leaving behind the death squads who bombed the tanks.

"Correspondent!"

After the artillery fire, a disgraced Wang Yan came out of the trench, shot after shot at the Vietnamese troops who took advantage of the situation and ran out again, and called the correspondent.

"Company Commander!" The correspondent was stunned by the explosion. He ran over shaking his head, but was not injured at all.

Wang Yan reported a series of coordinates again and asked the correspondent to contact the artillery to bomb the hell.

Even though it was dark, the trajectory was not difficult to calculate. Wang Yan only needs to know the direction from which he came, estimate a rough angle, and then work backwards. It may not be accurate, but two more rounds of bombing is always correct.

The artillery was specially divided into a group to support Wang Yan. The distance was not very far. This time, Wang Yan was very sure that the Vietnamese army's artillery attack came from the other side of the Red River.

After a while, there was another roaring sound in the sky, but it was artillery fire from our army. After this round, it turned out that there was no shelling for a long time. This was the right place.

At this time, the battle changed from ambush and counter-ambush to street fighting again.

Wang Yan had no control over how the tanks drove or how the matching infantry moved. He took the lead and led his soldiers to start cleaning room after room to eliminate the remaining enemies in the city. This was a very arduous battle.

In the original battle, our army actually entered the old street at noon on the 19th. The time now is after four o'clock on the 18th. The one and a half days ahead of schedule is Wang Yan's role.

And in fact, the enemy forces he came along the way and in the old street were stronger than the original ones, but he was stronger and rushed too fast.

This was because he rested for a long time along the way and took care of the wounded. If not, the distance of six kilometers would have taken seven or eight hours, and it would have been accomplished long ago.

Seeing someone flashing past in the alley ahead, Wang Yan's hands were faster than his eyes, and with a single shot, the transferred Vietnamese army was killed.

"Damn it, Vietnamese monkeys are still scaring people." The frightened soldier cursed and continued to raise his gun and pace carefully.

Unlike the soldiers following behind, Wang Yan was much more calm, holding a gun and walking with a swagger.

Suddenly, he waved his hand. The soldiers all stopped and saw Wang Yan pointing to the upper floor of the second floor. There was no need for Wang Yan to say anything. A soldier made a deliberate sound, smashed the glass with the butt of his gun, and after careful observation, he jumped in.

At the same time, two soldiers stacked human ladders and directly lifted one person up. The soldier used his finger strength and arm strength to climb directly to the second floor. Holding the gun, he took out the pistol from his waist, stood by the wall, carefully moved his body, and aimed a shot at the Vietnamese army guarding the stairs. , directly killed a person.

This shot startled the other two Vietnamese soldiers standing in the corner on the second floor. Without saying a word, they shot towards the window. At this time, the soldier who had entered the house quickly climbed up the stairs and fired two shots to end the battle.

A very simple way to attract attention, but it always works, and it's a slap in the face of stupid people.

Although the Vietnamese army at this time was indeed not weak and had fought in battles, it was not that strong, just like these three Vietnamese monkeys hiding together. When they heard the noise downstairs, they all guarded the downstairs. When shots were fired upstairs, they all turned to the upstairs. If they didn't die, who would die?

Street fighting is not easy.

After all, war is actually an economic account. It seems that the battle in Bakhmut, although it was meant to contain and consume the Russian army, but without the additional factors, if it was really a desperate attack, the soldiers would still have to engage in street fighting and search every corner of the city. Because the cost of paying for the fallen soldiers is relatively small.

Of course the Russian army can level a city, and their armaments are still sufficient. But shells that level a city are too expensive! It’s not possible, but it’s impossible.

The uniformity of reinforced concrete in the city is not very aesthetic. After all, flesh and blood are needed to fill in the ravines...

Li Jianguo suppressed his pounding heartbeat, controlled his breathing, held the five and six half in his hand steadily, and moved against the wall step by step. He held his breath and listened to the movement around him.

Suddenly, he felt something fall over, and he kicked the thing back in reaction.

Only then did he realize that it was a fucking grenade.

"Lie down."

He roared loudly, hugging the two people following him and falling backward. Their nerves were all so tense that they fell backward without stopping. Instead, they rolled and crawled into the alley and quickly aimed their guns at both ends.

"Jianguo, that kick is so damn good." Zhao Zhenbang praised, moving forward as he spoke.

"It's not bad, just a little worse than our company commander."

"You still fucking put it on."

But Chen Xiaoguo laughed and cursed, took out a grenade from his waist, and threw it to the place where they were attacked.

While they were talking, a Vietnamese army had already stepped out to shoot, but they happened to hit the grenade thrown back by Chen Xiaoguo. Everything was electric and flint, and Wang Yan's three soldiers were chatting and laughing, and launched a counterattack.

Zhao Zhenbang threw the grenade from the other side, made a bang, and without saying a word, he directly charged up with his gun. He was holding a Five-Liu Charge. Before he saw anyone, he had already fired and crashed all the way.

In the parlance of the game, this is called preview and gun line. It's really easy to use. The bullets swipe and the Vietnamese monkeys don't dare to show their heads.

At this time, Chen Xiaoguo and Li Jianguo returned to the place where they had just been bombed. They rushed in quickly and suppressed them one by one, so that the Vietnamese monkeys did not dare to show their heads. He kept pressing until he reached the corner and threw a grenade into it.

I saw two Vietnamese monkeys running out shouting and heading towards Zhao Zhenbang.

Zhao Zhenbang understated, sudden, sudden, sudden. The two Vietnamese monkeys, who were holding guns and staring, desperate, were killed. Only then did the grenades explode.

Zhao Zhenbang looked at Chen Xiaoguo and Li Jianguo walking over, stabbing their throats with bayonets, and sending the two surviving Far South monkeys to die. Zhao Zhenbang laughed and said, "I killed four."

"Hmph, why do you compare with us two brothers? You have to compare with our company commander."

"That's right, what are you talking about?"

"Hey, are you talking harshly? It's okay, there's still time to fight. I've only killed two more than you two."

Zhao Zhenbang chuckled and sighed again, "But our company commander is really damn powerful. I'm afraid he has to kill more than a hundred people? Is that still a human being? It sounds scary."

The three of them sighed while continuing to spread out in battle formation, taking into account all directions...

Wang Yan didn't know that others were talking about him, and he wouldn't care if he knew.

It was already daylight and the battle had been going on for more than two hours. He found a six-story building, climbed to the top of the building and set up a gun, sniping at the enemies he saw from a distance.

The soldiers did not feel tired, they swept house after house, and the tanks also drove to the place facing the Hong River, occupying a favorable position. At this point, the old street has basically been conquered.

It was only a matter of time before the remnants of the enemy were eliminated, and Captain Wang added another powerful achievement to his record of military exploits.

The east is white, and the early morning breeze in February is not so gentle, but it also makes people sober. The red river flows slowly, causing waves to be blown by the wind. It is a beautiful morning...

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