Chapter 929

Wang Yan and the others did not take the south slope, but rather leaned toward the north slope. This was not a multiple-choice question; in the mountains past the south slope, who knew how many Vietnamese soldiers were hiding, ready to come out and sneak attack at any time, giving our army a hard blow.

The morning sun in the east rose, and a line of more than a hundred people marched on the hillside one after another for over a hundred meters, all jogging, their Liberation shoes rubbing against the mountain stones and wild grass, making a *swish-swish* sound.

The Second Company's line of defense was also stretched very long. After repelling the Vietnamese monkeys' attack, they were resting and transporting the wounded, etc. The fighting in Xiao Cao ended, and the soldiers had already begun to reinforce various places, while pushing the front line forward, holding the key points, and preserving the battle results. Only then would the soldiers have a longer rest time to eat and sleep.

"Wang Yan?"

The Second Company Commander was very surprised to see Wang Yan, "Why did you run to the front line?"

The instructor was also an interesting person, laughing: "Let me introduce you, this is our Third Company's Company Commander Wang. Those few shots just now were all fired by our Company Commander Wang, and the artillery was also called by Company Commander Wang."

Wang Yan, holding his camera, nodded with a smile, looking at the wide-eyed Second Company Commander.

The Second Company Commander turned to ask: "Where is Old Yang?"

"He was shot in the thigh, the bullet is stuck in the bone, he should be being sent to the rear. Isn't that why I became the acting Company Commander?"

Wang Yan patted his shoulder: "Don't be reluctant to call for artillery; the sooner you blast them, the sooner it's over. Let's go, we have to go support the First Company."

The Second Company Commander looked at Wang Yan's departure in a daze, looking at the other soldiers around him, unable to react for a while.

They saw clearly on this side; during the battle, they watched as a row of people fell, and immediately after, our army's shells came crashing down. Immediately after, when the Vietnamese army retreated, another burst of gunfire knocked down several, relieving their crisis.

But who could have thought that it was Wang Yan who did it? They didn't even think Wang Yan would come, but they didn't expect that not only did he come, but he was also so damn fierce...

Like them were the leaders at all levels above. Because although the fighting here had not ended, and many places were still fiercely exchanging fire, the initial combat plan had been realized, and from an overall perspective, the tension had eased a lot. So while the fighting was going on in the front, the various information in the rear had already begun to be summarized. Therefore, from the Battalion Commander all the way up to the leaders in the rear, and even the Military Commission, they all already knew about Wang Yan's brave performance.

The fighting on the western front initially had three targets: the 11th Army attacking Fengtu, the 13th Army attacking Bashan, and the 14th Army attacking Lao Street. And the fighting in Xiao Cao determined whether the combat plan for Lao Street could be successfully launched.

And Wang Yan, this literary soldier with the treatment of a deputy battalion-level officer in the Kunming Military Region who had defeated all enemies, a well-known writer and lyricist, had already reached the Military Commission when he asked to fight at the beginning of the war. There was no other reason; it was just that the name "Wang the Big Cannon" was too loud, and too many people knew him.

At the start of the war, Wang Yan was a sharpshooter, suppressing three enemy machine gun positions by himself. When crossing the river, the sharp knife unit that crossed the river first passed through their area. And Wang Yan was in the second batch to cross the river, which could be said to be one of the first teams to be put into the attack on the north side of Xiao Cao.

Wang Yan used more than an hour to break through the Vietnamese army's first line of defense, opening the situation first, and then used more than three hours to break through the second line of defense, and pierced through Xiao Cao, causing the battlefield inside Xiao Cao village to be divided. Then, in just half an hour, he took three high grounds. He also assisted other troops in repelling the Vietnamese army's attack.

This was the battle result Wang Yan had achieved in about seven hours from the start of the war until now, charging fiercely all the way, invincible and conquering everything. Although the number of enemies annihilated had not been counted yet, at least two companies had been killed. And Wang Yan's unit, counting Company Commander Yang, only lost seven people.

Of course, these were the ones who had lost their combat effectiveness and could not continue to participate in the battle. There were many more injured, bruised by stones, grazed by bullets, and another twenty or so people. However, they were all considered minor injuries, able to run and jump without affecting combat.

With such brave performance, the leaders in the rear could naturally know, not to mention Wang Yan, who had a loud name.

In fact, this was still Wang Yan holding back; although it was abnormal, it wasn't very abnormal, and it wasn't particularly exaggerated...

The fighting of the First Company was very far away. Eight hundred meters was the straight-line distance between the hilltops, not the distance Wang Yan and the others had to walk. When Wang Yan and the others crossed the mountains and ridges, the road was nearly twice as long. They didn't go straight either, but took a big detour.

More than a hundred people were hiding on the mountaintop, hiding their tracks. They were still more than two hundred meters away from the First Company, and more than a hundred meters away from them was the firepower point built by the Vietnamese army.

Further away on the south slope, they could see enemy reinforcements coming. For this kind of enemy, of course, artillery was more useful. The Vietnamese army was all at the foot of the mountain, and one shot would be accurate.

Wang Yan found the communicator to report the coordinates: "Ask the artillery if they can reach it."

Soon, the communicator replied: "They are advancing their position, it will take five minutes."

"Third Platoon stay here, set up the machine gun, and don't fire until this bunch of Vietnamese monkeys come up. Second Platoon move forward, to the ridge over there. You must be careful, there may be bunkers and tunnels here, don't get tricked. I'll take the First Company to take that hilltop down, after which you reinforce them, we'll meet up with the First Company, and then kill all the Vietnamese monkeys on that hilltop."

Wang Yan gave instructions while pointing at various places.

The fighting here was very fierce because this was the outer area on the east side of Xiao Cao village, and the Vietnamese army retreating from Xiao Cao was retreating in all directions. At the same time, Lao Street had long since received the news, and reinforcements were coming. It was conceivable that in the mountains to the west, the Vietnamese army was urgently building various fortifications to delay our army's attack speed, wait for reinforcements from the rear, and defend Lao Street.

So this led to fierce fighting here, and the battle for the high-ground firepower points was extremely difficult.

And the real battlefield would not be a few hundred people surrounding each other and firing at each other. A company's strength was enough to cover the four directions of an entire hilltop, and even if spread out completely, with squads supporting squads and platoons supporting platoons, they could cover an area of several hundred meters horizontally to fight, which could be called "covering the mountains and plains."

Following Wang Yan's order, the hundred-plus people of the whole company immediately spread out. Wang Yan also carried his gun, walking carefully hunched over, and the soldiers of the First Platoon were all scattered around him, stretched very long and spread very wide.

Suddenly, Wang Yan raised his hand, and the soldiers who were paying attention to his movements immediately stopped their steps, lying in the grass and hiding their tracks. Not far away on the opposite side, there were two Vietnamese soldiers smoking, but their position leaned toward the north side, and their vision was limited, so they didn't discover Wang Yan and the others.

Of course, there was more than one bunker here. Wang Yan silently scanned every area, and then pointed at the combat squads under his command, arranging one for each. They silently crawled closer, trying to resolve the battle as silently as possible.

The process went very smoothly. Wang Yan watched as the three people under his command cooperated. When the distance was about right, the three stood up and sprinted. Two of them rose from the ground and gave a big flying kick, kicking the soldiers in the bunker away, and followed them in. Another person *clack* shook his gun, attached his bayonet, and went in to stab them, which was crisp and neat.

There must have been movement, but shells were flying all over the sky, and gunfire was non-stop, so the small fighting sounds here couldn't be heard at all.

If one were to say that the combat effectiveness of the soldiers now had declined, that was certain. It definitely couldn't compare to the soldiers of the fifties and sixties, after all, they were all fought with real guns and live ammunition. But to say that they were not trained well, that was definitely not the case. The decline in combat effectiveness was not because the soldiers were slack.

A set of tactics also depended on who executed them. The soldiers under Wang Yan, except for the squad leaders, platoon leaders, and instructors, were mostly new recruits of one, two, or three years. But even so, under Wang Yan's leadership, they were quite fierce. Wang Yan firmly believed that without him leading the charge, the soldiers' initial casualties would indeed be greater, but once they adapted to the battlefield and integrated their past training, they would be equally powerful. It was just like other companies; they were like that.

It was mainly because they hadn't developed new tactics, hadn't adapted to tank-infantry coordination, artillery-infantry coordination, and the corresponding communication, command, and logistics support, which was a whole set of army system construction. Or rather, it was being built and adapted, but not well enough. By fighting this battle, the leaders might also have meant to test the army.

But the situation decades later was different. People said the army hadn't fought a war in decades and had no combat effectiveness, and so on. But at that time, it was already beyond-visual-range combat. The range of ordinary rocket launchers was hundreds of kilometers, and various missiles could travel thousands or tens of thousands of kilometers, and could even be launched into space and then land on the ground for strikes. At this time, the role of the army infantry was not as important as it was now, mainly responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and tidying up the aftermath.

This was also why, since the new century, the army had been undergoing mixed construction, which was to continuously improve the army's movement and strike capabilities, highlighting speed and fierceness. This was not to mention the construction and development of the Air Force, Navy, and Rocket Force...

Wang Yan discovered a total of eight firepower points, and the soldiers removed them one by one without firing a shot. Among them, Wang Yan only killed three people. That was a relatively high firepower point, so Wang Yan took action himself, crawled over, flipped into the trench, and killed them with three punches and two kicks.

But things wouldn't go smoothly. While Wang Yan was acting silently on this side, gunfire rang out from the Second Platoon in the rear, and fighting broke out, and there were faint, angry shouts.

"Company Commander, the Second Platoon was ambushed, and brothers were injured." The soldier near the south side reported to Wang Yan.

At the same time, the Third Platoon, which had set up machine guns on the hillside in the rear, provided fire suppression at the first opportunity, but in doing so, they exposed their position to the reinforcements. Wang Yan ran to the slope and saw the Vietnamese army swaggering over, immediately hunching their waists, starting to spread out in combat formation, and coming toward this side, while also providing fire suppression.

"Xiao Liang, ask if the artillery is ready? If it is, then... blast those bastards for me." Wang Yan called out, turning his head, and reported new coordinates to the communicator.

The communicator's surname was Liang, he had been in the army for two years, and was only nineteen years old, so he was called Xiao Liang. He also participated in the fighting; he had just stabbed one to death.

Wang Yan didn't stop, letting his men pay attention to the rear, while he himself rushed toward the Second Platoon against the bullets. The firepower point on this side must be removed, otherwise, with flanking fire from both sides, the Second Platoon would be finished. Still dozens of meters away, Wang Yan pulled a hand grenade from his back waist and threw it at the bunker in the distance, exploding inside quite accurately.

The soldiers who were attacking didn't hesitate at all, jumping into the bunker to clear out the remaining enemies, turning the muzzle of a light machine gun, and providing fire suppression to the enemies below.

There weren't many bunkers on this side, only three. The Second Platoon had already taken one, Wang Yan solved one with a hand grenade, and there was one last one constantly firing, attacking the Second Platoon's soldiers.

Wang Yan picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic, didn't even aim, at a distance of less than a hundred meters, where was the need to aim? *Bang-bang*, two shots killed the Vietnamese soldiers inside. The instructor took the lead and rushed in directly, similarly turning the muzzle and providing fire suppression to the Vietnamese army below.

All of this happened within a few dozen seconds. After solving the bunker, Wang Yan scanned the battlefield situation, then quickly moved down the hillside, where two soldiers were lying on the ground, and soldiers were dragging them. But this was on the slope, and they couldn't find leverage, so they were walking very difficultly. Wang Yan went over, carried one in each hand, and ran toward the Third Platoon's position. That side was safer, and on the way over, there was also a pass to avoid the enemy's line of sight.

At the beginning, of course, there were people shouting and yelling, but now no one was shouting, they were all cursing and firing.

Wang Yan carried the injured brothers all the way to the north side, only then putting the two down and starting to check their injuries. One soldier was shot in the stomach and thigh, and another soldier's situation was better, only shot in the shoulder and arm, which was not fatal.

"Company Commander, can I still live?" The soldier shot in the stomach spoke with difficulty.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, you can live. Life is earned by yourself, not given by the King of Hell. Now the bullet has stirred up your intestines, you won't die for a while. You have to persist. Come, hold some water in your mouth to moisten it. Breathe as steadily as possible, relax your mood as much as possible, don't be afraid. The more afraid you are, the faster you die."

Wang Yan skillfully untied the soldier's leggings, tied the wounds on his stomach and thigh, took his water bottle, fed him a sip of water, let him lie flat there, and went to deal with the other soldier who was baring his teeth and holding back, not disturbing Wang Yan.

At this time, it was the familiar sound of shells piercing the air again. Because they were attacking the enemies on the south slope, the trajectory wasn't high, passing right over Wang Yan's head.

The communicator also ran over, waiting for Wang Yan's instructions.

"Have the Battalion Commander send someone to take the wounded, and contact the First Company, telling them I will take the high ground, and have them coordinate the attack and draw fire."

After saying this, Wang Yan rushed out again and went to the Third Platoon's position to take a look. The Vietnamese army below had been blasted into a mess, but the casualties were limited. After all, more than a hundred people were stretched out, and it was impossible to kill them all in one round of artillery fire.

But the artillery wasn't useless either. The coordinates were the direction, but the artillery fire was according to the area of the direction, covering a large area. The casualties were limited, but there were still ten or twenty people.

This wave of artillery fire solved a big problem. Our army occupied a favorable terrain, and the Vietnamese army was attacking upward against the slope, so the situation was very good.

Wang Yan instructed the Third Platoon to pay attention to artillery fire, and then went back to move the two injured soldiers further away. Only then did he take a squad of soldiers and launch an attack on the high ground.

They had the advantage in attacking the high ground, but because of the incident with the Second Platoon just now, their intentions had been exposed, and the Vietnamese army had already set up firepower in this direction. It was impossible to go up quietly, so it was still a forced attack.

However, Wang Yan's forced attack was a bit different from others. At a distance of dozens of meters, three hand grenades went over, solving the enemy's firepower. He threw them far and accurately. Afterward, the soldiers provided fire cover from the rear, he approached quickly, directly solved the remaining enemies who weren't blown to death but were stunned, and then went toward the firepower point on the north side.

First, two hand grenades opened the way, and the two soldiers holding Type 56 assault rifles who had long been prepared rushed directly, and in an instant, a burst of bullets swept over. Behind, Wang Yan and another soldier continued to provide suppression with Type 56 semi-automatic rifles.

The seven people remaining in this large firepower point were all killed just like that. Afterward, the soldiers acted quickly to turn the muzzle of the machine gun and provide fire suppression to the high ground more than two hundred meters away on the opposite side.

Over there, our army's soldiers had already launched another round of attack. It could be seen that further away at the foot of the mountain, there was another reinforcement coming, about a platoon of people. Wang Yan and the others were not the only reinforcements.

Leaving a few soldiers here to provide fire, Wang Yan found the soldiers carrying flamethrowers. In the position below, there were some tunnels, and the Vietnamese army suddenly attacked from inside. It was because of these hidden tunnels that the First Company suffered heavy casualties. Some of our army's soldiers' corpses on the hillside explained this point.

Wang Yan led his men to walk on the hillside, and it didn't take long to find a hole that was firing.

Receiving Wang Yan's signal, the soldier carrying the flamethrower quietly approached and sprayed at the hole. In an instant, flames surged and rolled into the hole.

"Ah~~"

Hearing a shout, the Vietnamese monkeys who had already caught fire inside the hole crawled out and then rolled down. He was still screaming, the rapid rolling making his screams unrecognizable, which sounded extremely terrifying.

But the flames on his body didn't go out, because the burning material wasn't his clothes, but the gasoline sprayed all over him. In just this short while, Wang Yan had already smelled a charred fragrance.

The soldier using the flamethrower obviously didn't expect such a big reaction, and was startled. This was normal; after all, they wouldn't really have anyone let them spray at them during training.

"Company Commander, this thing is too useful." He shouted, somewhat excited.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "Alright, these bullets are flying *swish-swish*, if they hit the oil tank, you'll be the same. You carry it further away, just now was to test the effect, you won't need it for a while. You two go up too, suppress the enemy."

After all, he had discovered the tunnels, and the little monkeys hiding inside didn't discover the movement on his side. Going to the top of their heads, they didn't even know, so it was easy to solve.

The tunnels between these mountains weren't long inside, just enough for one or two people to stay in, which was not bad. They wouldn't invest a lot of energy to hollow out the mountain and form a network extending in all directions inside. However, in this war, there were such places, but obviously not here.

The greatest value of these tunnels was actually the surprise at the first moment. It was like the casualties caused to the First Company, which was because these Vietnamese monkeys held back and didn't fire, suddenly concentrating their fire after the First Company rushed up.

Without secrecy, the advantage of these tunnels was lost by more than half.

Wang Yan didn't use anyone to follow, he himself removed the firepower points of the tunnels on this side. Sneaking to the top, he directly used his pistol to shoot them in the head at close range.

But he could only do so much. At the firepower point in the distance, under the guns on the opposite side, he couldn't get past either. Even so, the part of the firepower points he solved on this side also relieved a large part of the pressure on the First Company.

And the platoon of reinforcements also climbed up. This was seeing the situation clearly, feeling that instead of being shot at with the First Company, it was better to go with Wang Yan's Third Company and directly crush the other hilltop.

But the result was unexpected. When they climbed up, they saw that the Third Company was also having a hard time here, still blocking the enemy.

"Wang Yan, what should we do?" The reinforcement platoon leader asked for Wang Yan's opinion.

The soldiers fighting here already knew that Wang Yan had come. As reinforcements, of course, they also knew that the Third Company had changed company commanders. However, in the Kunming Military Region, everyone called Wang Yan by his full name, and they were used to it. Now that he had become a company commander, he hadn't been able to change it.

"Third Company is blocking here, you follow me and flank from the south, and take that hilltop down. Everyone be careful, there may be bunkers here, my Second Platoon just got tricked, and two brothers were injured."

After giving these instructions, Wang Yan put away his camera, waved his hand, "Go!"

After saying this, he ran away.

The reinforcement soldiers in the rear didn't dally either, following behind Wang Yan, spreading out in combat formation, needing to dodge the bullets from the high ground on the opposite side, and also needing to dodge the bullets from the Vietnamese army frantically supporting from below.

The soldiers of the Third Company under Wang Yan also became fierce, frantically providing fire suppression to the high ground on the opposite side and the Vietnamese army on the south slope, covering Wang Yan and the others as they ran to the hilltop on the opposite side.

Everyone understood the key now. As long as they took these two hilltops and mastered the high ground, they would win this battle for the position. As for the people in other firepower points, kill as many as there were, they couldn't run, they were already surrounded. As for the tunnels that were hard to find, take the flamethrowers and burn them from top to bottom, burn the monkeys, and burn them all out.

The reinforcement platoon leader and other soldiers soon witnessed how Wang Yan became a company commander. Machine gun fire on the slope? *Bang*, one shot! Still firing? Another shot! Someone throwing a hand grenade? A side dodge, a cool whip kick, accurately kicking the hand grenade back, air burst! What, counting while holding a hand grenade? *Bang*, one shot! *Boom*!

It was that exaggerated, truly a figure like a god of war.

He ran fast, too. While running, he was doing all kinds of tactical movements, rushing upward against the bullets.

Finally, Wang Yan took the lead and rushed onto the high ground, kicking away the Vietnamese soldier who was about to fire, stabbing him to death with a bayonet. The reinforcement platoon leader behind him dragged his dangling arm and followed, his powerful arm and wrist strength controlling the Type 56 assault rifle, steadily *rat-tat-tat* firing into the trench.

The soldiers in the rear held their bayonets and jumped into the trench, and without a word, *stab-stab* stabbed them all. Immediately after, they very quickly raised their machine guns and deployed them on the south slope, suppressing the Vietnamese army below. Other soldiers consciously jumped down to remove the firepower points from top to bottom.

"Damn, dozens of us came over, and only I got shot." The platoon leader bared his teeth, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, gestured at Wang Yan, and muttered, "I have to say, you are truly damn fierce."

Now it was basically equal to the end of the battle.

Wang Yan laughed, took out a cigarette, lit it for the platoon leader, and lit one for himself: "Only just found out? Did you think I was a joke when I defeated all enemies in our Kunming Military Region before? Did you think I was a paper tiger, and would be blind as soon as I got on the battlefield?"

While speaking, Wang Yan untied the platoon leader's leggings, looked at the wound on his arm, and the bullet had swept away a piece of skin and flesh, leaving a large gap. This was a machine gun; even if it was a light machine gun, if it hit correctly and one was unlucky, it could shatter an arm.

Watching Wang Yan bandage the wound, the platoon leader frowned, took a puff of the cigarette, coughed, and said: "Who would dare to think you could get on the battlefield? You are the only one in your family, and you still charge so fiercely. Don't talk about me, even the King of Hell would bare his teeth."

"Defending the country, what does it have to do with how many people are in the family? I wrote so many songs and told you so many heroes. If I didn't participate in the war, I would look down on myself. Alright, you stay at ease, go back and recuperate after the war is over. No need to hold on hard, this isn't thirty years ago. Come, let me take a photo of you, who knows, maybe it will be in the newspaper later. Like this, hey, right, there must be Vietnamese monkeys in the background.

You have to be relaxed, what's a little injury? You have to be arrogant, how dare the tiny Vietnamese monkeys provoke our great country? You have to despise them. Hey, right, that's the feeling. When the photo is washed out later, I'll send it to you, you can brag about this for a lifetime."

Wang Yan *click* took a photo of this reinforcement platoon leader, and took another one of the soldiers who were frantically attacking the Vietnamese army at the foot of the mountain, only then walking further away and lying down to prevent artillery fire, and then mounting his gun to start calling out the names of the Vietnamese army below the mountain.

His killing efficiency was very high. The soldiers were all firing in the general direction, but he was deliberately aiming, basically one shot per person. There was also the fire suppression of other soldiers, and he was firing one shot after another, which was very comfortable. At first, it didn't matter if one or two died, but gradually, as more died, the firepower on the mountaintop was strong, and the Vietnamese army couldn't attack, so they retreated.

At this time, fighting for the position was not a wise choice. What they should do more was to seize the time to set up a line of defense and block the People's Liberation Army for a longer time.

Very quickly, the Vietnamese army was beaten back, and the various firepower points on the north slope were also quickly removed by the soldiers. The entire combat process could be called smooth.

But it wasn't without casualties; after all, bullets weren't anyone's relatives, and they didn't recognize people. In a battle for a position with hundreds of people, it was impossible to have no casualties. It was just that because of Wang Yan's existence, the number of enemy deaths was greater.

From beginning to end, there was no artillery fire here except for mortars, which showed that the coordinates Wang Yan provided to the rear were very accurate, the opponent's artillery position was bombed away, and new reinforcements hadn't come over yet.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the sound of gunfire and artillery was much sparser than in the morning and last night, which marked that the fighting in Xiao Cao had basically ended. Next, the fighting for Lao Street would truly begin...