Chapter 927: Acting Company Commander Wang

Lao Cai is the capital of Hoang Lien Son Province, located at the confluence of the Honghe and the Nam Thi River. It has both a railway to Hanoi and the convenience of road and Honghe water transport. It is an important gateway to Northwest Vietnam and naturally a place that must be fought.

Previously, China's military mobilization turned from dark to light and was no longer concealed. Vietnam naturally paid attention to it, so they also had precautions.

The Vietnamese army organized defense in the Lao Cai, Xiao Cao, and 475 Heights areas, attempting to use the Honghe as a barrier and relying on the heights to hold the dangerous position, preventing our army from advancing. The Vietnamese army built a large number of trenches, permanent shelters, and earth-and-wood firing points on the outskirts of Lao Cai, and made shooting preparations for our main targets and advancing roads.

Guarding Lao Cai and the surrounding areas was the Vietnamese 345th Division. It couldn't be called an ace army, but it could be called elite.

The overall combat plan was for the 13th Army to attack Bat Xat and Bao Thang, coordinating with the 14th Army to attack Lao Cai. The 14th Army's combat deployment was for the 40th Division to attack Lao Cai, the 42nd Division to attack the area from La Min to Ban Lao, splitting Lao Cai and Muong Khuong, and the 41st Division to attack Muong Khuong and Pha Long.

In short, it was to attack the main towns along the border area. The whole line was like this, including other armies on the east line. This was the grand strategy, and the specific combat deployment also had to fully consider the enemy's reinforcements and coordinated operations...

The 40th Division's task was to attack Lao Cai. The further combat plan was to avoid the enemy's main force, cross the Nam Thi River at the five-and-a-half crossing northeast of Lao Cai to Xiao Cao, annihilate the enemy in Xiao Cao, and at the same time send a sharp knife unit to cross the river and insert into the Honghe bank to cut off the retreat of the Vietnamese army in Lao Cai, surround them like dumplings, and finally the main force would enter to annihilate the enemy.

And the main force of the 40th Division executing this combat mission was the 118th Regiment, responsible for the insertion unit, which was the 4th Company of the 2nd Battalion. The rest of the main force attracted the firepower of Xiao Cao...

February 16th, night.

It was a dark night, but not completely. The moonlight revealed the shapes of a few thin clouds in the sky, making the earth under the cover of night visible to the naked eye.

Amidst the rustling, in the grass on the north bank of the Nam Thi River, some people were lying down, some were crouching. No one was making a loud noise, but no one was idle either, whispering to the people nearby.

"Wang Yan, I said, why did you come?"

"I am invincible throughout our Kunming Military Region. If I didn't come, not only would the soldiers look down on me, but I would look down on myself. But I'm not here to fight; don't you see this camera? I'm a reporter, specifically here to take pictures and record. In the future, our Military Museum will have these photos, letting our next generation see what our situation was like today."

"You're just farting." The Company Commander took the cigarette Wang Yan handed him, crawled further down the dirt slope so the opposite bank wouldn't see the light, and then lit it and took a puff. "With your equipment, who believes you're a reporter?"

"Just tell me, do I have a camera?"

"Wait until our shells hit over there, and I'll take a few more."

Once this was said, it made people laugh softly, and of course, they respected Wang Yan very much. Everyone in the Kunming Military Region knew his situation. No parents, no wife, but he had ability and a bright future, yet he ran over to join the battle. People still admired him quite a bit.

"Hey, Wang Yan, this Nam Thi River is only a few dozen meters wide, and the Vietnamese monkeys have quite a few machine gun positions. There are three right opposite us. Is your marksmanship still good here?"

"Instructor, you're underestimating me. Let alone here, even if I met the King of Hell, it would still be good." Wang Yan smiled. "Don't be anxious when the cannons sound in a while. Don't hold the trigger and not let go. It's only a few dozen meters away, and we have cover here. Just shoot one shot at a time. After I finish taking pictures, I guarantee all three machine gun positions opposite will be silenced."

"If you ask me, you should just put that camera away and stop pretending."

"I really know how to take pictures. Look, you guys still don't believe me. You'll know when my photos are in the newspaper later."

The Company Commander leaned closer and whispered: "Don't forget to take two pictures of me in a while. Send them to me after we go back. If I..."

"Get lost. I'll stick them on your tombstone if you die. You haven't fired a single shot yet, and you're already thinking about dying?"

The Company Commander chuckled and didn't speak.

"Company Commander, instructions from superiors, get ready for battle." The communicator leaned over and whispered.

"Instructor."

The Company Commander greeted, and the latter passed the word to the side: "Get ready for battle."

Like this, one person passed to another, and all the soldiers of a company, stretched out for two or three hundred meters, all lay down and set up their guns.

At this time, no one spoke, all lying there looking for a comfortable position. They weren't the troops crossing the river under heavy fire; they were the troops providing fire cover on the bank. This was also the leaders taking care of them. Although Wang Yan repeatedly applied to join the landing troops, he didn't get approval. He was assigned to this company, which was safer.

The evening wind blew the grass, and the water of the Nam Thi River surged. Time seemed to stretch infinitely, and it felt very slow.

Suddenly, the dense sound of breaking through the air rang out in the sky, and shells with tails fell densely on the opposite bank of the river, with a thunderous roar.

"Fire!"

The Company Commander gave a loud roar and fired at the opposite side. The cannons roared, and the guns fired in bursts.

Wang Yan had long been prepared with his camera, "ka, ka, ka," and took a bunch of pictures. He took pictures of the shells in the sky, and also took pictures of the shells falling on the fortifications built by the Vietnamese in Xiao Cao. He even took pictures of the sharp-knife soldiers who crossed the Nam Thi River at the first moment of the shelling, facing death. He also took pictures of the Company Commander who was gnashing his teeth and firing, as well as the soldiers firing over there...

"Grass, stop taking pictures, damn it, fire the machine gun, fire the machine gun." The Company Commander roared on the side.

It was because the Vietnamese army, who had been stunned by the shelling, had already organized a counterattack. On the two banks less than a hundred meters apart, bullets flew everywhere.

Wang Yan had actually already put down his camera and picked up his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

"Watch closely." He shouted, aimed at the place where the fire was spitting on the opposite side, and fired a shot with a "bang"...

The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was manufactured based on the Soviet SKS semi-automatic rifle and was the first semi-automatic rifle officially equipped by the Chinese People's Liberation Army.

The total length of the gun with bayonet was 1260 mm, 7.62X39 mm ammunition, 10-round capacity, four right-hand rifling, muzzle velocity 735 m/s, combat rate of fire 35-40 rounds/min, effective range 400 meters, scale range 1000 meters, maximum range 1500 meters.

Because there was no sniper rifle at present, and Wang Yan didn't need to perform fire suppression, he chose the Type 56 semi-automatic for precision strikes.

Amidst the thousands of flying bullets, one bullet rotated and landed on the chest of the Vietnamese machine gunner, piercing his lung lobe instantly. The secreted adrenaline made him feel no pain, but the injury of the lung lobe penetration took effect instantly. His breathing was obstructed, and the more he breathed, the more it took effect. After only two or three breaths, he leaned backward, twitching.

The assistant dragged him aside and continued to operate the machine gun, and then lay down with him...

"Really damn accurate, shoot, that one, that one..." The Company Commander was aiming at the general direction and firing on the side, not forgetting to point his finger at the place, fearing Wang Yan wouldn't see it.

Wang Yan didn't say anything, just firing one shot after another.

Three machine gun ports, all in the fortifications, and it was night, so Wang Yan couldn't actually achieve a hundred percent hit rate. He just fired at a position slightly above the muzzle based on shooting experience. However, even so, he fired ten shots, and still silenced the machine gun nine times, only missing one shot.

"Bullets, bullets." The Company Commander took out a loading assistant and handed it over, not letting Wang Yan take it out himself, wasting time.

This so-called loading assistant was a semi-curved iron piece with slots, which could hold the bullets in advance, and then put them on the magazine, pressing down, and the bullets would be loaded one by one, faster.

Wang Yan took it, pressed the bullets into the opening of the Type 56 semi-automatic magazine, and continued to shoot one shot at a time. He alone suppressed three machine gun positions, and the situation here improved a lot.

But the opposite side wasn't a pushover either; their defense was also good, and there were mortars in the rear constantly bombing here, bombing into the river, and the sharp-knife troops who wanted to cross the river were all beaten back.

However, they didn't use their full strength here; it was mainly the main force attracting firepower, providing opportunities for the troops who secretly crossed and inserted to the Honghe side.

But Wang Yan didn't hold back at all. The Company Commander didn't even fire anymore, pulling the communicator to help Wang Yan press bullets into the loading assistant on the side. Wang Yan alone was more useful than a heavy machine gun. The main reason was his high hit rate, and no one dared to use the machine guns on the opposite side.

On the real battlefield, this kind of cross-river shooting at a distance of a few dozen meters actually didn't cause much damage. Don't look at the bullets flying everywhere, but not many hit the target.

Wang Yan's terrifying hit rate was likely that since the start of the battle, except for those blown to death by cannons, the number of people killed by pure gunfire, compared to other units combined, wasn't as many as Wang Yan killed alone.

This was of course very exaggerated, but when placed on Wang Yan, everything became harmonious.

"Accurate?" Wang Yan retracted his gun, lit a cigarette, and asked the Company Commander who was already stunned with a smile.

"Too damn accurate! I think you're even more accurate than Zhang Taofang, whom you told us about before. I felt it was a bit mysterious before, but today I've opened my eyes. You're definitely a combat hero this time." The Company Commander gave his affirmation, giving a thumbs up.

Why were the two of them smoking and chatting? Because Wang Yan had damn well silenced the opposite position...

"Company Commander, the Battalion Commander asks what's going on."

"Does he still need to ask me? Just say Wang Yan's marksmanship is too accurate, and he probably killed all the Vietnamese monkeys on the opposite side."

The Battalion Headquarters was not far behind, coordinating the attacks between several companies. Seeing no movement here, they sent someone to ask about the situation.

Just as they were talking, the machine guns on the opposite side rang out again.

"Sons of bitches, just don't learn. Wang Yan, fire at those sons of bitches." The Company Commander chuckled and lay there smoking.

Wang Yan lay down again, smiled, pulled the bolt to load, and fired in bursts with "bang, bang, bang"...

Actually, Wang Yan didn't advocate individual heroism, but indeed, the things he had done over the past thousand years were all in line with individual heroism. Just like now, his single-person killing efficiency was equal to hundreds of people.

But in the end, even if it were him alone, he couldn't do this. The physical strength and energy he would consume wouldn't be just lying there pulling the trigger like this. After all, with hundreds of people's fire suppression, he couldn't even lift his head, so he would have to run back and forth, constantly shifting, and taking potshots in his spare time.

Without the fire suppression of others, he wouldn't be able to lie here and aim shot by shot.

Of course, the people on the opposite side wouldn't be that stupid, and they wouldn't always give him the chance to call them out. They were all holding guns outside the fortifications, firing blindly.

It wasn't the War of Resistance Against Japan or the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea anymore, and China's ammunition was quite abundant. Wang Yan didn't pursue a hundred percent hit rate; wherever there was movement, he would fire in that direction based on his feeling.

At this time, he couldn't effectively cause damage, but he made the opposite side not dare to show their heads, making the Vietnamese army's blind firing inaccurate, which also greatly slowed down the pressure on their side.

Both sides shot at each other across the river, and the assault boats below wanted to cross, but they blocked them like crazy, and they really couldn't cross the river for a while.

They held on like this for fifty minutes, suddenly, our army's artillery fire carried out a saturated strike once again, and the intensity was even stronger than the first wave at the beginning of the war. The shells were like plowing the land, not needing money.

Wang Yan knew that this was the 4th Company that secretly crossed and inserted across the river. The established plan was completed, so the main force on this side also had to start a real group attack, cross the river, and launch a comprehensive attack on Lao Cai.

It was also at this time that the comprehensive river crossing began. The Vietnamese army fired flares, and under the light, there were all Liberation Army soldiers.

Wang Yan held his camera, "ka, ka, ka," and took a bunch of pictures until the film was used up, and then changed to a new roll. Only then did he flip out, followed behind the Company Commander, boarded the assault boat, and killed his way to the opposite side.

They hadn't rushed over in the previous fifty minutes, but this wave crossed the river.

The artillery fire had stopped; if it didn't stop, they would be bombing themselves. The Vietnamese monkeys organized very quickly, and their counterattack was very intense.

On the river bank, Wang Yan, the Company Commander, and the communicator huddled behind a rock, and the bullet fragments shattered the rock.

"It won't work, we can't lift our heads. Wang Yan, think of a way."

"You are the Company Commander."

"You are also the Deputy Battalion Commander." The Company Commander shouted, "You know military strategy, think of a way, can't let the Vietnamese monkeys be so rampant."

"What military strategy can withstand bullet strafing?"

"Can't let the brothers die in vain, right?"

Wang Yan looked left and right. The soldiers were all hiding well and had found cover. He immediately took out his camera and took two pictures left and right.

Not waiting for the Company Commander to scold him, he took out three grenades.

"I'll throw three grenades in a while, rush out to kill the machine gun, you lead the people to follow. Take this machine gun point, and we'll have a breakthrough."

He shouted this once, and regardless of how the Company Commander reacted, he threw three grenades. After the second grenade exploded, he flew out quickly. Holding his Type 56 semi-automatic, "bang, bang, bang," he suppressed the machine gun port, and then swung his muzzle, hooked the bayonet onto the bayonet lug, and flipped into the Vietnamese army's trench.

While the Vietnamese army was still stunned, the sharp bayonet had already pierced the neck of one of them. Wang Yan kicked him away, fired a shot at the second person, and when the third person wanted to counterattack, Wang Yan's muzzle had already turned, "bang"...

This section of the trench guarded by three people was controlled by our army. This was a standing trench, the trench was waist-high, and the upper part was piled with sandbags. It was comfortable for shooting to the north, but it wasn't good for the Vietnamese army to the south; they had to shoot in a bow stance, neither standing nor squatting, which was very uncomfortable. It didn't matter to Wang Yan; he stood firm and fired a shot, hitting the machine gun in the bunker behind.

Only then did the Company Commander lead a few soldiers over and jump into the trench.

"Good job..."

But Wang Yan didn't pay attention to the Company Commander. He took a grenade from his back, threw it into the machine gun port, and after a "boom," Wang Yan flipped out of the trench, holding his gun and rushing out against the bullet rain from other directions, clearing the enemies in this bunker. There were four people in this building, a machine gunner and his assistant, and two riflemen. Wang Yan's grenade left them with only half a life, and they were twitching.

Wang Yan didn't finish them off, but took out his camera, first took pictures of them, and then ran to the machine gun port, taking pictures of the Company Commander and others who were suppressed by firepower in the trench below.

"Sons of bitches, stop taking pictures, damn it, if people see this later, how shameful I'll be." The Company Commander cursed Wang Yan while firing...

Wang Yan laughed. The Company Commander still had a sense of entertainment. This was perhaps a unique quality of the Chinese people; the more they were risking their lives, the more they could joke.

The current Xiao Cao battlefield was fought by the 118th Regiment, overall spreading out in a fan shape, surrounding Xiao Cao. Other units cleared the surrounding areas and attacked the dominant heights.

Looking at the Xiao Cao battlefield, it was Wang Yan's side that was the most relaxed, mainly because he was too strong. Rich combat experience, accurate marksmanship, good physical quality, and even more boundless courage.

Of course, it was the most relaxed here, not to say the Company Commander wasn't capable, but he had three platoons under him, and he led one platoon here. In addition, there were two other platoons fighting nearby. It was just that Wang Yan was with the Company Commander, and he was so awesome, so what was the Company Commander being polite for?

It was just that relatively speaking, with Wang Yan here, their offensive and assault capabilities were greatly improved, which could reduce the casualties of their own soldiers. They were fighting a war, and no one had the time to care whether Wang Yan could die; after all, everyone was here facing bullets, and no one was special.

Immediately, Wang Yan left the bunker, feinted, and "pa, pa, pa," dense bullets poured over. The Vietnamese army wasn't stupid either; they could see who was the fiercest, so they had long been aiming, just waiting for Wang Yan to show his head and shoot him dead directly.

Wang Yan hid at the entrance of the bunker and picked off the Vietnamese army in the trench one by one. He reloaded his bullets and rushed out, heading straight for another bunker a few dozen meters away. These two places constituted a dense fire net, cooperating with the Vietnamese army in the trench, suppressing our army from lifting their heads. Killing these two places would be a breakthrough for this small battlefield.

The quality of this bunker wasn't very good, and it had been half-collapsed by the previous artillery fire. Wang Yan threw a grenade up. Afterward, he went in and fired two shots, knocking down the two people downstairs. At this time, the grenade upstairs exploded, and he rushed up and killed the machine gunner.

Immediately checked the machine gun, confirmed it could be used, picked it up, and fired to the south through the gap that had been blown open, performing fire suppression.

Taking advantage of the gap, the Company Commander took the lead, led the soldiers to disperse, and directly broke into the Vietnamese army's second line of defense. Wang Yan used the high-point advantage and physical advantage, holding the machine gun and pouring bullets crazily, providing opportunities for the Company Commander and other soldiers.

Just at this moment, a mortar shell struck accurately. Wang Yan's hair stood on end, he threw the machine gun and darted downstairs.

"Wang Yan!" The Company Commander, who was hiding behind cover, turned his head and saw this scene, howling at the top of his lungs.

"What are you crying for?" Wang Yan, covered in dust, rushed out and sat down against the wall beside him, shouting, "Where is the communicator?"

"Here." Not far away, the communicator responded loudly.

"Send a message to the Artillery Regiment, one hundred meters in front of us... bomb those sons of bitches." Wang Yan provided a string of coordinates and took out his camera to take pictures of the Vietnamese army. This was a real war reporter; he was very dutiful.

After taking a few pictures like this, Wang Yan hid again, waiting for artillery support.

Just as he wanted to joke with the Company Commander, he saw a large area of bright red on one of his legs.

Seeing Wang Yan notice the injury, the Company Commander smiled: "It's okay, I can still do it."

Wang Yan didn't talk nonsense, tore off a piece of the bullet-pierced pants, didn't care whether it was clean or not, wiped away the blood with his hand, and looked at the skin and flesh turned out on the front of his thigh.

"Do it my ass, the bullet is stuck on the bone." Wang Yan took a cigarette out of his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth and lit it, and started untying his leggings with his hands. "You definitely can't fight anymore. I'll tie it up for you first to stop the bleeding. It's not a big problem; go to the rear to get the bullet out, and you'll be fine in two or three months. It'll hurt a bit, bear with it."

While speaking, he took the long cloth of the leggings and wrapped it around his thigh.

"I'm really okay." The Company Commander winced in pain, but his mouth still wouldn't admit defeat.

"Forget it, we don't lack you as a soldier. If you keep holding on, this leg will have to be amputated, and it'll be your luck if it can be amputated. With your leg like this, it affects your movement too much, and dying is really not worth it."

Just at this moment, the sound of breaking through the air rang out in the sky again, and then he saw the shells explode accurately a hundred meters away.

"Company Commander Yang is injured, everyone listen to me, those who are injured don't hold on and die, those who are okay follow behind me."

Wang Yan shouted, picked up his gun, and ran out, launching a fierce attack on the second line of defense.

Following his movements, the thirty or so people around also followed behind Wang Yan, according to the training, in groups of three, each finding cover and advancing.

Normally speaking, if the Company Commander goes down, the Instructor takes over; if the Instructor goes down, there's the Deputy Company Commander, Platoon Leader, in order. However, Wang Yan's bravery was obvious to all, and everyone trusted him very much. Moreover, everyone knew Wang Yan, had heard the stories Wang Yan told, and had a halo bonus, so they were naturally close. So now that he shouted, everyone didn't have much to say and followed behind Wang Yan to the top.

Wang, the Deputy Battalion Commander, Yan, thus successfully became the Acting Company Commander for a short time. Of course, the troops he commanded and led in battle only had the strength of one platoon. The other two platoons were covering on the left and right...

The Vietnamese army's second line of defense was already various town buildings, occupying favorable terrain on the rooftops and inside the houses, suppressing our army's offensive steps. As long as they rushed in, it could be said that it was already street fighting.

And when Wang Yan led people to kill their way here, other units were still attacking the first line of defense...

Hiding behind the corner of the wall, he took out a grenade from his back again, flashed out, and threw it far away to the roof of a two-story building with all his might. With a "bang," the machine gunner upstairs was blown away.

Wang Yan went over in a few steps, kicked open the window and flipped in, and fired two shots upon landing, taking away two people. Afterward, he didn't continue to assault upstairs, but waved to the five-person group following him. This was a three-person combat group, with two communicators.

Our army still used the old set, still using the three-three system of the past, and at the same time, in tactical application, they also adopted deep insertion, splitting the battlefield, and surrounding the Vietnamese army.

Later, people had quite a few critical voices about the tactics at this time. They thought that our army's specialty, the three-three system and deep insertion, were outdated tactics. At the same time, there were great shortcomings in tank-infantry coordination, command, communication, etc. In summary, many people thought that in this war, the Liberation Army was outdated.

This was a matter of opinion. However, it couldn't be denied that this war did expose many shortcomings. This was also why, before participating in the war, Wang Yan told the commanders that they would know whether he was "Wang the Cannon" after the battle.

In fact, the commanders had an understanding of our army's problems. After all, materialist dialectics is the foundation of our Party.

"There are still people upstairs, you block the stairs, stay away, be careful of them throwing grenades, I'll flip from the outside to the second floor and kill them."

After saying that, he pointed to several people to stand in their positions. He went out and flipped upstairs, and fired a shot at the little monkey who was carefully guarding the stairs. The glass shattered, and the person fell down.

He didn't walk from upstairs, but jumped down, let the five people defend downstairs. He also asked the communicator to send a message to the rear, saying that the defense here had been torn open, and they should enter from here to expand the results. He also asked another communicator to gather the other two platoons, not to entangle with the enemy, but to come in and bypass the rear.

After doing all this, he flipped onto the roof again. Holding the machine gun, dragging the bullets, he set up the machine gun on the south side, performing fire suppression on other places, letting other soldiers enter the building to attack, and also suppressing the Vietnamese army running over to support from afar...

His rapid breakthrough here had an important effect on the entire Xiao Cao battlefield. After all, it wasn't even four o'clock yet. From the start of the comprehensive attack to now, nearly three hours had passed, and in other places, they were still repeatedly fighting the Vietnamese army on the first line of defense, while Wang Yan had already started street fighting.

In this way, the enemy inside must be in chaos, gathering troops here. And our army then advanced from here, attacking the Vietnamese army's first and second lines of defense in reverse, which was of course much better than frontal combat.

Of course, the fighting here was one aspect, and the battle for the surrounding heights was even more intense and difficult. Because the Vietnamese army occupied the favorable position of the heights, and also built many bunkers and laid landmines, it was not easy to fight.

Wang Yan saw it with his own eyes, shells constantly exploding on the surrounding hills, which showed the intensity...

With Wang Yan's message, the soldiers of the two platoons nearby were the first to come over, and they constantly advanced under Wang Yan's machine gun cover. Similarly, there were also soldiers from the machine gun squad who found high positions to set up machine guns to provide cover.

Soon, soldiers from other companies of the battalion followed, and they expanded horizontally on the second line of defense, carrying out a pincer attack on the Vietnamese army on the first and second lines of defense.

The Vietnamese army still had combat effectiveness, and in fact, they were very familiar with our army's tactics. There was no way, after all, many of the Vietnamese army's units were taught by our army, and their resistance will was also quite intense, which could be called tenacious.

More troops moved in, and Wang Yan's machine gun bullets were also used up. He took pictures on the roof again, including the soldiers searching for the enemy nearby, and the fireworks of shells on the distant hills...

After finishing all this, he flipped downstairs.

Looking here, the Battalion Commander had already moved forward to this point, listening to the soldiers who followed Wang Yan talking.

"Wang Yan, you really gave me a big surprise." Seeing Wang Yan enter, the Battalion Commander stepped forward and shook Wang Yan by the shoulders with both hands.

He said: "Don't worry, after it's over, your credit won't be missing."

"I said, Battalion Commander Liu, your awareness is too low. What time is it, and you're still talking about credit? Isn't that all the result of the soldiers of the whole company using their lives?"

Wang Yan knew many commanders; he could count the battalion-level ones, and he wasn't bragging, he knew all the battalion-level cadres of the two armies in the Kunming Military Region.

"Hey, you're panting." Battalion Commander Liu laughed and punched Wang Yan again, "I now appoint you as Acting Company Commander, you must lead them well."

"How could I not know?" Wang Yan punched back and then asked, "How is Company Commander Yang?"

"Waiting on the bank, he'll be sent back tomorrow."

"That's fine, the sooner the better, don't wait until the end and have to amputate, even an iron man can't stand it. Alright, I'll continue to move forward, you take care."

"You take care, don't rush so fiercely."

Wang Yan waved his hand, took the five soldiers under his command, left the house, and continued to launch a fierce attack into the interior of the village.

What Battalion Commander Liu said was basically equal to farting, because he had already adjusted the tactics, taking the company where Wang Yan was as the sharp knife, and the other two companies following on the flanks, from north to south, directly penetrating Xiao Cao Village.

At the beginning, people indeed treated Wang Yan as a reporter, although he was fully armed. But when Wang Yan showed his god-of-war performance, forget about being a reporter...

But Wang Yan always kept in mind that he was a war reporter, although the battle had started for less than four hours, he had already become an Acting Company Commander.

Tactical command didn't need Wang Yan. The platoon leaders and squad leaders below knew what they should do. At most, it was in some special situations that Wang Yan conveyed information to other units. Most of the time, he was leading a platoon of soldiers, rushing straight, sweeping house by house.

Due to the rapid breakthrough here, the rear troops followed closely to expand the results. This in turn affected the overall battle of Xiao Cao Village, and the first and second lines of defense outside quickly collapsed, fully entering street fighting.

At this time, it was plowing the courtyard and sweeping the cave, fighting from north to south house by house.

And the Vietnamese army knew that Xiao Cao had been broken, and they were not polite at all, starting to shell Xiao Cao. And the artillery on the opposite bank of the river, according to various feedback from the frontline, constantly corrected the trajectory and attacked the enemy's artillery on the opposite side.

For a time, shells flew all over the sky, earth and stone collapsed, and smoke filled the air.

Wang Yan finally killed his way through Xiao Cao Village. At this time, the daylight was already slightly bright. He spat out a mouthful of saliva, drank some water, shared cigarettes with his subordinates, and looked at the fire spitting on a height on the south side of Xiao Cao.

He said to the communicator: "Send coordinates to the artillery, bomb that hill."

"Yes!"

The communicator responded and used the walkie-talkie to get in touch with the rear.

After the communication was finished, in less than a minute, only the sound of breaking through the air was heard, and only the fireworks of the explosion on the hill were seen...

Wang Yan took a puff of his cigarette, poked his head out, and fired a burst at the mountain, but the result was a more intense counterattack.

"I said our shells are still not enough, not fierce enough, and the penetration is not enough."

He shrank back into the corner and chatted with the soldiers beside him... ===== CHAPTER 930 =====