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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 1853 The Price

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    The sunshine in the September afternoon on the northern grasslands of Outer Mongolia shines on people's backs, penetrating military uniforms, and is scorching hot. The wind blowing through the grasslands is filled with chills. The soldiers of the Outer Mongolia border guards lying in the trenches feel  The feeling of cold face and hot back.

    Second Lieutenant Chen Qingchun, the platoon leader of the mortar company of the third battalion of the second regiment of the 1st Infantry Brigade, was carrying a mortar, followed by the ammunition handler. The two of them crouched and sprinted to the gun position and half-knelt in the trench.  Inside, the firing position was quickly cleared. Chen Qingchun was in an excellent position. He poked his head out from the edge of the trench. From a distance of only more than a hundred meters, the figure of the Soviet engineer could be seen very clearly. Even, a Soviet soldier  The general outline of the engineer can be seen from the lunch box hanging on his body.

    Chen Qingchun slowly adjusted the elevation angle of the mortar, visually measured the distance, and constantly corrected the bombardment target. The target he chose was the place with the largest concentration of Soviet engineers. There were about twenty Soviet engineers working there. According to  According to his own judgment, it should be a key location connecting the pontoon bridge. A cannonball would be sent down, and the bomb would be blasted to the critical point, while the Soviet engineers would be sent to the west.

    Ammunition hand Wang Xiaochuan is a young man who is only twenty years old, but he is a veteran who has been in the army for more than two years. He is also a member of the old basic unit of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard. He wiped the mortar shells in his hands and asked  : "Platoon leader, tell me, after we fire ten rounds of artillery shells, can we still return to the team alive?"

    Seeing that Chen Qingchun didn't say anything, Wang Xiaochuan was still nagging, "It's strange, platoon leader, you said that the gun of Lao Maozi's tank was so accurate. Xiao Liu in the second platoon was a good friend of mine and died in the morning."  He was hit directly by the shell, and everyone was blown to pieces. I couldn¡¯t even recognize him when I rushed over!¡±

    As he said this, the twenty-year-old soldier's voice deepened and he looked sad. Chen Qingchun turned around and said comfortingly: "Xiaochuan, it's okay. You are lucky. The Soviet artillery fire just now was so fierce. It's not a big deal."  Don't you have any? The Soviet tank guns are aiming directly at the gunfire. It's not that they can fire accurately, but they have seen our artillery position. Get the shells ready. It's time for the brigade commander to give the order!"

    Chen Qingchun¡¯s reply has just fallen.  On the left side.  Then there was a shout, "The brigade commander ordered, prepare in one minute. When you see three red flares, start the artillery fire!"

    Chen Qingchun's face suddenly became serious.  He said to Wang Xiaochuan: "Xiaochuan, when you hand me the cannonball later, please keep your hands steady and don't panic!"

    Three red flares.  Rising slowly in the sky, Chen Qingchun stared at the pontoon bridge. Wang Xiaochuan steadily handed the shell to his hand. With a "boom", the mortar shell flew out with a roar and landed accurately on the pontoon bridge. "Boom!"  There was a loud noise and shrapnel exploded. Wang Xiaochuan saw a pool of blood pouring out of the two dozen busy Soviet engineers, as if they were drunk, staggering and falling into the river, and a big hole appeared on the pontoon.

    Immediately afterwards, another artillery shell flew over and landed on the left side of the large hole. The deck of the pontoon swayed under the impact of the explosion of the artillery shell and the river water. Another artillery shell landed on the right side.  The more than ten-meter-long bridge deck rolled with a violent creak and floated away along the surging river. Wang Xiaochuan shouted excitedly: "Platoon leader, it's hit! It's hit!"

    At the same time, from different directions and angles, mortar shells accurately landed on the pontoon bridge, blasting the bridge deck with holes. The Soviet engineers were flying with blood and flesh. Wang Qingshan was lying in the trench, holding up his telescope.  , nervously watching the effects of the bombardment, seeing the Soviet pontoon bridge blown away by several shells, he excitedly pounded the soil and shouted loudly: "Well done! Well done! The one who fired the artillery first was  Which battalion? Such a soldier deserves a prize!"

    No one answered him. In the tense battle, no one could determine the exact position of his soldiers. After firing the fourth shell, Chen Qingchun had just put the fifth shell into the barrel when he suddenly saw three Soviet vehicles on the other side.  The military tank, the turret rotated slowly, and the black muzzle was aimed at its location.

    Chen Qingchun grabbed Wang Xiaochuan and turned around to run into the artillery hole. The shells aimed directly at the tank gun came with a scream, and Chen Qingchun suddenly pressed Wang Xiaochuan under him, "Boom, boom, boom!"  There was a violent explosion, and the mud and smoke from the explosion obscured the figures of the two people.

    Wang Xiaochuan got up dizzily, shook the dirt off his head, and saw the platoon leader lying motionless on him. There was a warm liquid on his back, soaked in the military uniform. Suddenly, there was a strong feeling in his heart.  Fear struck his heart, and he hurriedly sat up and hugged the platoon leader's body. Chen Qingchun's face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly. A ferocious piece of shrapnel penetrated his back and came out from his chest.

    Wang Xiaochuan shouted sternly: "Platoon leader!" However, the platoon leader who treated him like a brother could no longer open his eyes and looked at him with a smile.

    Wang Qingshan¡¯s tactics were very effective. The pontoon bridge opposite the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment was blown to pieces. If it weren¡¯t for a few logs,?, standing alone on the river, with a few ropes swaying in the wind, no one could tell that a few minutes ago, there was a pontoon bridge dozens of meters long that could pass tanks.

    However, less than ten people from the two mortar platoons of the Second Regiment could stand in front of the brigade commander Wang Qingshan, two mortars, twenty mortars, and forty soldiers. In less than ten minutes,  During the shelling, there were only so many people who survived, and all of them were injured. They only had time to fire four or five artillery shells. In order to blow up the pontoon bridge, the soldiers paid a heavy price. They sacrificed more than thirty lives in exchange for  The results to come.

    Wang Qingshan looked at the surviving soldiers with a heavy heart. Wang Xiaochuan's head was wrapped with a thick bandage, and he cried to Wang Qingshan: "Brigade commander, our platoon leader died so miserably!"

    Wang Qingshan waved his hand to stop what Wang Xiaochuan was saying, patted the soldiers on the shoulders one by one, and turned away without saying a word. The surviving soldiers did not see the tears flashing in the brigade commander's eyes.

    Although they did not receive orders from the headquarters, the four brigade commanders of the forward troops all realized that the pontoon bridge erected by the Soviet engineers was the biggest threat to them, and adopted different methods to destroy the Soviet engineers.  It took several hours and hard work to build the dozens of meters long pontoon bridge. Of course, it also paid a huge price. The Soviet tanks on the other side threatened the lives of the soldiers at all times.

    General Kulykin, who was resting in his tent, received the report, "Comrade Commander, the pontoon bridge built by the engineering troops was destroyed by the ** division troops when 70% of the project was completed. The engineers suffered heavy casualties.  The bridge-building task originally scheduled to be completed before dusk today cannot be completed. "

    The staff officer who sent the report looked at the comrade commander with sweaty palms. General Kulykin smiled slightly and said: "Tell the commander of the engineering unit to work all night. It seems that the commander of the ** division is very smart.  People, knowing the huge threat posed by the pontoon bridge to them, hum, struggle in vain! Staff officer, convey my order to the troops, organize a third wave of attack troops, with a size of six infantry regiments, and launch an attack thirty after the second wave of offensive troops.  Join the fight in a few minutes!¡±

    General Kulykin had planned to launch a large-scale attack on the ** division's position before dusk, with a total of 26 infantry regiments and more than eight divisions with nearly 90,000 troops in three waves. It would take less than two hours.  Time will make a breakthrough, and today will be a monumental day in the Transcaucasus Military District.

    After the effects of the anesthetic wore off, Sun Zhenbang woke up. The first thing he did was to ask Lieutenant Colonel Meng Chaoxu, the chief of the operations section, in a weak voice, "Chaoxu, how is the situation in the frontline battle? Are the positions still in our hands?"

    Meng Zhaoxu briefly explained the situation of the battle, especially the four brigades that all went to destroy the pontoon bridge erected by the Soviet army. Sun Zhenbang smiled tiredly. When he heard that the first wave of attacking Soviet troops were already on the river beach,  After gaining a foothold, the troops failed to drive the Soviet army across the river. He was anxious. As an experienced commander in commanding operations, he knew what this meant?

    He wanted to get up anxiously, but the wound on his body was affected. He groaned in pain, and big beads of sweat rolled down, which frightened the two nurses taking care of him. Meng Zhaoxu stopped him in a hurry and thought for a moment.  Said: "Commander, let me tell you something, don't be angry. After you fell into coma, I made a detailed report to the division commander on the situation faced by the troops!"

    Sun Zhenbang frowned and glanced at Meng Chaoxu displeasedly. However, he did not blame him, but said tiredly: "Chaoxu, it's okay to report it. My current situation means that I can no longer command the troops. What I'm worried about is that the Soviet army  The attack will be continuous and passive. Can you hold the position? Today, without heavy fire support, we are under too much pressure, and your experience is not enough to take command on my behalf. "

    Meng Chaoxu nodded. At this time, a staff officer came in and said: "Report to the commander, received a telegram from the division headquarters!"

    Sun Zhenbang's face lit up with joy. Meng Zhaoxu received the telegram and read: "Meng Zhaoxu, Chief of the Operations Section of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard Army's Selenge River Campaign Headquarters, called to learn about Commander Sun's injuries and the results of the rescue. Report the situation immediately."

    "The division commander is in the field hospital. After receiving the telegram, he immediately made the following arrangements. He sent four bomber regiments from the Northern Flying Group to provide you with air fire support. It is expected that they will reach the combat airspace in forty minutes and immediately communicate with the air and ground.  , indicating the target for the bomber group. In addition, two field brigades directly under the corps will enter the Seleng River battlefield this evening. "

    "According to the order of the division commander, while Commander Sun is injured, the division commander will directly command the battle on the Selenge River and orders your department to immediately open a direct communication radio station with the division headquarters to facilitate the command of the troops in combat," the signature was written by the staff officer of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard Army  Chang Wang Jun.

    A bitter smile appeared on Sun Zhenbang's face, as if? He said to himself: "I didn't expect that I would withdraw from the battle halfway and inform all the troops that the division commander was personally commanding the battle!"

    (To be continued) (To be continued)
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