Chapter 930: Tank-Infantry Coordination

On this day, people started a new day of production and life. Whether it was newspapers or radio, all media channels in the country released the same news.

The Vietnamese regime has repeatedly provoked border incidents, seriously harassing the daily life and production activities of Chinese border residents. China has issued warnings again and again, but the Vietnamese side has turned a deaf ear and acted willfully. Under the circumstances that the Chinese government could no longer tolerate it, it was forced to launch a border self-defense counterattack to punish Vietnam.

The headline of the People's Daily was: "If this can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated!"

And at this time, our army fought from midnight to dawn. Facing the Vietnamese army's tenacious defense, our army used its life to attack, comprehensively broke through the first and second lines of defense on the north side of Xiao Cao, collectively broke through to the south, and annihilated the remaining enemies in the village.

At the same time, they supported our army's troops on the south side of Xiao Cao, or attacked the Vietnamese army stubbornly guarding the heights...

"Company Commander! I'll attract firepower from the front! You attack from the side!"

Listening to Wang Yan's words, a soldier who was covered in dust and could no longer see his eyebrows said decisively.

"Isn't that sending yourself to death?"

Wang Yan waved his hand and waved to the people nearby again, "Spread out a bit, we've exposed our position. If they fire a shell over in a while, they'll wipe us all out. Don't lose your head when fighting, you've all been trained. Pay attention to vigilance on all sides, the Vietnamese monkeys in the village are now running around like headless chickens, don't get your asses stolen."

Without paying any more attention to them, Wang Yan smoked, loaded his Type 56 semi-automatic, and went around to the other side to observe the terrain of this height.

A hundred meters away, the sky was brightening, and the people on the mountain couldn't see clearly. They were all firing collectively based on direction and general range.

This was a mountain ridge, and the height was located at the gentle part of the hillside. Behind this height, there were higher heights, suppressing downward and supporting each other. This kind of mountain bunker was very useful, relying on favorable terrain to build fortifications and obtain favorable offensive and defensive positions. In the battle with the Vietnamese army, there were a large number of bunkers, trenches, tunnels, etc., which were very difficult to deal with.

He looked up at the sky and Wang Yan thought it would be a good day today.

He threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it with his black Liberation shoes, and greeted: "Instructor, Deputy Company Commander."

"Here!"

The two leaned over, and Wang Yan ordered: "Send people to fire on both sides to attract them to open fire, I'll try to see if I can kill a few."

"It's over a hundred meters..."

"Hurry up, it's just wasting some bullets, it's better than trading lives for positions."

After speaking, Wang Yan flipped directly onto the roof, and even got a sandbag to set up the gun.

The Instructor and Deputy Platoon Leader didn't talk nonsense either, and immediately arranged a group of three, equipped with one Type 56 assault rifle and two Type 56 semi-automatics. In fact, from the start of the battle until now, the soldiers had become quite fond of the Type 56 assault rifle. There was no other reason, it was fully automatic, holding the trigger and firing in bursts, and the fire suppression was very strong. Unlike the Type 56 semi-automatic, which couldn't form a strong fire net.

Very quickly, the two groups separated, borrowed cover, and fired at the hilltop from a distance of over a hundred meters.

Unsurprisingly, the hilltop also responded. Although the bullets couldn't hit them, they still fired back. This showed one point: their ammunition was very sufficient.

Wang Yan aimed simply, found the feeling, pulled the trigger, and fired ten rounds from the Type 56 semi-automatic with "bang, bang, bang, bang."

Then there was no movement. No matter how our soldiers fired, the opposite side didn't respond.

"Communicator." Wang Yan jumped off the house, told the communicator the coordinates of this hill, as well as the hill higher up, and the hill on the east side, three sets of coordinates. "Bomb these three hills in five minutes, no need for more, twenty rounds per hill, attack at the same time."

"Yes! Company Commander!" The communicator responded decisively and used the walkie-talkie to contact the artillery in the rear.

"Instructor, Deputy Company Commander." Wang Yan looked at them and ordered, "Move up from the east and west sides, don't attack strongly, there may be landmines and bunkers, be sure to be careful. You can be slow, but don't be reckless. I'll lead the first platoon to attack from the front, taking me as the standard. Once I kill them, we will take the east and west hills at the same time. Do you understand?"

"Understand!"

"First platoon, everyone, spread out. There is a fifty-meter open space in front, I'll rush out first to attract firepower, you follow quickly. Machine gunner, fire suppression."

Wang Yan quickly loaded the bullets, shouted, and after confirming that everyone else was ready, he didn't say another word, fired a shot, and then flashed out from behind the wall, heading toward the foot of the mountain.

Unsurprisingly, bullets rained down. It could be seen that the ten shots Wang Yan fired just now must have killed people, so they were playing dead. Now that Wang Yan was about to break through, they were playing with their lives and pouring bullets.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the machine gunner in the back started firing at the hillside with "tu, tu, tu." At the same time, the soldiers of the first platoon followed behind Wang Yan, running toward the foot of the mountain with their lives.

The men's 50-meter world record was 5.56 seconds run by the foreign devils in 1996. The soldiers were well-trained and were risking their lives, even if they were carrying some weight, they weren't very slow, basically around seven seconds.

It was also at this time that the sound of breaking through the air rang out again. The artillery lived up to expectations, and according to Wang Yan's instructions, the shells fell in a swarm. It was also during this time that Wang Yan showed his speed, bending his waist, dodging back and forth, and rushing to the hillside quickly.

The soldiers behind didn't just stand by, either. While running with bent waists, they didn't forget to fire in their spare time, suppressing the opponent and providing opportunities for the Company Commander.

Wang Yan never disappointed people. During the time the artillery suppression was going on, he had already crawled to the outside of the bunker on the hillside. Waiting for the stone fragments to stop flying, he threw a grenade in.

After the explosion, he flipped in, pulled out the Type 54 pistol from his waist at the first moment, and fired at the few Vietnamese soldiers who were lucky enough to be blocked by others from the explosion damage at close range. There were more than ten corpses here, a squad configuration, and now they were all killed. This wasn't accurate to say; there were still five people groaning and waiting to die. Wang Yan didn't give them relief, and even took time to take a picture, and took pictures of the soldiers behind him again.

Purely from the perspective of a frontline war reporter, Company Commander Wang also did an excellent job. He didn't believe anyone took pictures more exciting than his...

Immediately, he didn't stop, piled up sandbags, tilted the heavy machine gun, and fired at the hillside behind. Without a doubt, the higher position was more necessary to attack first. The soldiers who followed him didn't stop either, consciously separating, one squad with Wang Yan providing fire suppression, one squad attacking higher up, and one squad moving to the other hill, flanking from the side.

The machine gun squad in the rear also carried the machine gun and ran up, set up the machine gun on the other side, and started firing at the hill on the east side. Cooperating with the other two platoons of soldiers, they launched an attack on the two heights at the same time.

Wang Yan also handed the machine gun to other soldiers, and he took out his camera to take pictures, taking pictures of the soldiers' bravery.

Of course, he also felt that he had to write a report after the war to discuss the gains and losses of this battle in detail.

If this were decades later, a shell would go down and directly penetrate the bunker, precision strike and kill, which would be a matter of hundreds of thousands. By comparison, using this money to trade for more than ten enemy lives and trade for zero casualties on one's own side was very cost-effective. After all, once the war starts, money is no longer money. Or even cheaper, send a suicide drone, accurately rush into the trench, "xiu" ~ "pa," and it's done.

He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to participate in the war to talk about it in more detail. Of course, he was standing from the perspective of a frontline soldier to discuss how the war should be carried out.

He didn't even have to write his own more long-term thinking, just showing the appearance of the army forty years later, without some of the complex explorations, then as long as the time is stretched, the change to the overall military process would already be quite large...

The Instructor led more than thirty soldiers of the second platoon, spread out horizontally for dozens of meters, attacking the heights from all directions. The height he was attacking was a higher height. The enemy's machine gun kept firing, and the sons of bitches even threw incendiary bottles to set fires, not letting them hide in the grass.

"Instructor, I'll rush up, you follow."

The one speaking was the second platoon leader. When he spoke, he was determined, with two soldiers crossing the line of fire, using their bodies to block the gun eyes and providing opportunities for others.

"Come back, what did the Company Commander say? You can be slow, don't be anxious. Honestly lie down, retreat a bit, and see if the brothers over there can attract firepower."

At this time, they were actually not far from the height, only less than fifty meters away. But these fifty meters were like a natural chasm, and they couldn't get up no matter what.

They were counting on the first platoon soldiers on the other side to help, but they thought wrong. The Vietnamese monkeys had bunkers on the side of this mountain, and the soldiers didn't notice and suffered a loss.

Wang Yan saw all of this clearly, watching two soldiers get hit. But fortunately, one was swept in the arm, and one was swept in the thigh, neither of which was fatal. Others provided fire suppression at the first moment and retreated backward.

"Grass mud horse!"

The squad leader who stayed behind threw away the cigarette in his mouth, held the trigger of the Type 56 assault rifle and didn't let go, firing crazily at that side. If Wang Yan hadn't pulled him back, he would have rushed out.

"Don't be impulsive, those two brothers aren't dead yet. Communicator..."

Wang Yan reported two coordinates, one for the hilltop, and one for the bunker on the side of the mountain, "Ask the artillery to bomb immediately, no need for more, ten rounds per place, attack at the same time."

"Yes! Company Commander!" The communicator hid in the trench and used the walkie-talkie to call the artillery.

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...

"Contact the artillery... blast a round." Wang Yan reported the coordinates as usual and said, "Contact the brothers in front, tell them the Vietnamese monkeys have reinforcements, and there might be people in front trying to blow up the tanks."

After speaking, he led a squad of soldiers to run up the mountain, and the others also scattered to the ambush point over there. They hadn't seen the enemy's firepower points yet, but after a while, when the shells came crashing down, they would know everything.

The artillery was still not disappointing. In less than a minute, with the familiar *whoosh-whoosh-whoosh* sound of shells piercing the air, everything from the hilltop to the roadside was basically subjected to artillery fire.

This seemed to blow the horn of attack. In an instant, there was gunfire everywhere on the mountain, and mortar shells were falling, and Vietnamese soldiers were rushing over from the roadside, fearing neither death, trying to use dynamite packs to blow up the tanks.

Our army was naturally fiercer. At the first opportunity, the tanks adjusted their gun barrels, searching for the places where the tongues of fire were spraying. The 100mm rifled guns fired continuously, and the 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine guns spat out tongues of fire mercilessly, hitting the opposite side so they couldn't raise their heads at all. At the same time, the infantry soldiers surrounded the tanks at the first opportunity, killing the Vietnamese soldiers hiding nearby, while also quickly disengaging from the battlefield.

But the previous battle had already caused them to lose two tanks, and this time they had reinforcements, so how could it be so easy to leave? First, there were landmines, then there were pits; the damn Vietnamese monkeys had dug up the highway. And the Vietnamese monkeys were also very desperate; they were also willful, coming over to blow up the tanks in a suicide manner.

The firepower above was suppressing fiercely, and our infantry couldn't raise their heads, but they were risking being killed by their own gunfire to come over and blow up the tanks. This, of course, couldn't be stopped.

All of this happened in a very short time, and our army's situation was once passive.

But Wang Yan and the others were there. After the first wave of intense conflict broke out, Wang Yan and the soldiers under his command had already started risking their lives to remove the firepower points. Wang Yan also sniped the Vietnamese monkeys firing mortars from a long distance. After the initial passivity, they had already grasped the initiative.

At this time, the tanks below had ceased fire; they couldn't fire anymore, or they would be shelling their own people. The infantry also stopped suppressing the top with fire, but were killing the Vietnamese monkeys nearby.

This kind of suicide attack was, of course, very worthy of respect, and our army had always had such warriors, but when it was directed at oneself, the feeling wasn't good. The soldiers hid behind the tanks and fired at them.

The Vietnamese army's firepower points occupying favorable positions were also decreasing bit by bit, and the sound of gunfire and artillery was getting weaker and weaker...