Suicide Squad

After the Soviet artillery bombardment, more than 200 remaining soldiers in the first battalion that had lost more than half of the artillery fire had not yet come back from the fierce artillery fire that had just ended. [Queen of Training] "Ula..." The deafening roar and shouting of the Russians had already suppressed the roar of heavy machine guns responsible for fire cover, and reached the ears of Liang Shaodong, the battalion commander of the position, with a smoke on his face.

"Bah..." After spitting out the cannon and hit the soil that was blown into his mouth with a embarrassed look, battalion commander Liang Shaodong quickly climbed to the edge of the position, wiped the telescope lenses that had been covered by the angry map, and quickly raised them up and began to observe the position for the former Soviet attacking troops.

I don't know if I don't look at it, I'm shocked...

At least twenty heavy machine guns lined up on a ridge five hundred meters away from the position, as if they didn't have money, and kept pouring ammunition into their position. The dense heavy machine gun bullets, which were almost close to their scalp, flew over the position, so that everyone couldn't even lift their heads.

Under the cover of such a large number of heavy machine guns, at least two battalions of Russian soldiers may have believed that the defenders had been completely blown up by the fierce artillery fire on their side, and the entire position was empty. More than a thousand Soviet Red Army was like an ordinary march, lined up in dense attack formations, and advanced towards the blocking position without any warning at all.

The battalion commander Liang Shaodong, who had just begun to suffer casualties and suddenly turned pale, saw the Soviet attacking troops several times higher than him, his pale face not only did not become more serious, but instead looked much better.

As soon as the artillery was hit, although the six hundred elites under his command suffered heavy losses, the more than 30 general-purpose machine guns equipped by the army were well preserved. Liang Shaodong was confident that with the more than 30 general-purpose machine guns in his hand and the sufficient ammunition reserve of the machine gun, he was fully capable of defeating the arrogant and unbounded Soviet offensive troops in front of him, which had no formation at all.

"Machine gun, all machine guns are ready for battle, listen to my orders to open fire together..." Battalion Commander Liang Shaodong, who was confident, shouted loudly at his subordinates who were constantly crawling out of the ruins.

Soon, the black hole muzzle of the general machine gun reached out of the position. Metal chains, with the help of the deputy shooter, quickly inserted into the machine gun chamber... The bullets were loaded, aiming at the Soviet Red Army, which was getting closer and closer to the position, and ready to shoot.

Two hundred meters...one hundred meters...

More than a thousand Soviet troops who were not wary of the slightest warning in front of the position were completely unaware that the god of death had descended on his head. He still looked arrogant and patted the dense formations to advance towards his position...

"Damn the Russians, you're so arrogant... All machine gunners should be careful, start fire immediately, and shoot all of these Russians back to my hometown..." He personally picked up a semi-automatic rifle and ordered Liang Shaodong, the battalion commander who was close to the Soviet army, mercilessly pulled the trigger without mercy.

Suddenly, a harsh machine gun sound like a chainsaw began to sound on the battlefield. Under the night sky, more than 30 hot flame tongues, like fireworks, quickly gushed out of the muzzle like fireworks.

More than thirty continuous and hot tongues were like more than thirty constantly waving Death Scythes. The Soviet Red Army used to charge in front of the position, just like a piece of ripe wheat growing in front of everyone. A sickle swung through the dense wheat. The wheat was swept into the ground in pieces.

In just a blink of an eye, a wall of corpses had been piled up in front of more than a thousand Soviet troops. As time went by, more and more Soviet corpses were piled up on the wall of corpses.

The Soviet attacking troops, who were confident in this attack and looked arrogant, did not expect the result to be like this. After ten seconds, the remnants of the Soviet army, who had not been hit by the bomb rain, reacted from their shock. Then, they all lay on the ground and shot at the same position.

However, in just ten seconds of strafing, each general-purpose machine gun fired a complete metal bullet link. In other words, in just ten seconds, the remnants of a battalion poured onto the Soviet offensive troops, reaching an astonishing ten thousand rounds.

Looking around, the number of Soviet troops hiding behind the wall of corpses and still shooting at him has dropped to less than one-third of the time before the attack. A total of 700 Soviet Red Army were killed in just ten seconds.

"Bastard...how could this happen? Under such fierce artillery fire, the Chinese could survive. It's simply unbelievable..." Looking at the two infantry battalions that were instantly suppressed by Chinese firepower and suffered heavy losses. The Russian Major General, who personally commanded the battle, was angry and cursed loudly regardless of the occasion.

As soon as the words fell, the chief of staff standing beside him said: "Comrade Commander, the Chinese counterattack firepower is too strong... Look, should you order the remaining troops to retreat immediately, and then, with the support of the tank troops, continue to attack the Chinese team... During the fire exchange just now, I found that the Chinese team did not use any heavy weapons. As long as the tanks participate in the battle, even if the machine gun firepower of the Chinese team counterattack is strong, they will not be able to do anything to the tank wrapped in steel..."

The division commander with a dark face was just about to nod his head and agreed, but the political commissar standing beside him turned out to deny it: "No, even if the heroic Red Army soldiers die on the battlefield, they will die on the charge. In our Red Army combat manual, there is never a word for retreat. I suggest that the heavy artillery brigade be ordered to carry out saturated artillery fire strikes on the Chinese blocking positions immediately. Then, with the support of the tank troops, continue to attack the Chinese team and wipe out the Chinese team on the positions..."

Seeing the division commander with a hesitant look in front of him, the murderous political commissar continued to speak: "Terminal Commander, our heavy artillery brigade can achieve the greatest results only when the Chinese defenders are in a battle, and will cause the greatest damage to the Chinese team after being caught off guard... Of course, now covering the Chinese defenders will inevitably injure the Red Army warriors who are still in the battle. However, compared with the accidental injury of a small number of shells, the results achieved by the heavy artillery brigade will be greater. Which one is more important, I believe the division commander will make a wise choice..."

In the Soviet Red Army, especially in the Soviet Red Army, which was in the anti-counterfeiting period, the political commissar's rights were definitely no less than that of the military chief. Seeing the firm expression on the political commissar's face, all the division commander could do was pray for the remaining 300 remnants of the Soviet Red Army on the battlefield, hoping that the shells fired by the heavy artillery brigade would not be missed.

Then, under the gaze of the political commissar who could almost see through the eyes of the people, he had to open an order: "Order the heavy artillery brigade to immediately cover the defending positions for ten minutes. After the artillery was completed, two tank companies and two infantry battalions were drawn to continue to attack the Chinese defending positions and take it down in one fell swoop..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The rapid whistling of artillery shells just reached Liang Shaodong and others' ears, and the deafening explosion sounded beside everyone. Immediately afterwards, bursts of hot air that rushed towards everyone began to attack everyone.

The Soviet army's sudden artillery fire not only shocked the remnants of the first battalion who had no time to react, but also shocked Zeng Zhiyuan, the chief of staff of the 55th Regiment, who was on the second-line position to watch the battle.

"The old Russians are simply inhumane, even their own people are blown up..." He clenched his fists and stared at Zeng Zhiyuan, who was on the battlefield with fire hundreds of meters away, cursed with an angry look on Dasheng.

Then, he said with concern to the remaining battalion commanders around him: "Such fierce artillery fire and was caught off guard. I don't know how many people can be left in the first battalion... I didn't expect that the Russians' heavy firepower would be so strong. The battle lasted less than half an hour, and our battalion was blown away..."

As soon as the words fell, the battalion commander of the second battalion was full of worry and followed: "Chief of Staff, what I am worried about is not the Soviet heavy artillery troops, but their tank troops... You know, our entire regiment, except cluster grenades, has no heavy weapons to do with Soviet tanks. Once the Soviet army uses tank troops, we can only rely on fighting to fight to remove cluster grenades under the Soviet tank tracks and blow up their tanks..."

Just as the solemn expression on Chief of Staff Zeng Zhiyuan's face was a little heavier again, he was really afraid of anything. A burst of horror suddenly came from the warning whistle.

"Tanks, many tanks. The Soviet army dispatched tank troops..."

Through the thick smoke that enveloped the first battalion's position, the huge bodies of more than 20 medium-sized tanks of the Soviet army slowly appeared in everyone's telescope. Seeing this, Zeng Zhiyuan's heart was already nervous. He couldn't help but jumped up and subconsciously exclaimed: "No, the first battalion is going to suffer a loss... There are so many tanks, even if there are cluster grenades, the remaining remaining soldiers of the first battalion cannot defend the position."

The battalion commander of the second battalion suggested with a heavy expression: "Chief of Staff, since the remnants of the first battalion can no longer defend the position, instead of dying in the hands of Soviet tanks for nothing, it is better to order the troops to retreat and leave some seeds for the first battalion..."

"No..." As soon as he heard the word retreat, the heavy expression on the face of Chief of Staff Zeng Zhiyuan disappeared, and instead he was determined. He said decisively to the second battalion commander: "There are more than two hours left before the four hours specified by the division. If we give up the front line of positions now, with the defense line under our feet, we will definitely not be able to stop the Soviet attack. In any case, the first battalion cannot be lost..."

"The Soviet army used tank troops, and we can also use suicide squads and use cluster grenades to blow up these tanks... Second Battalion Commander, now I order you to draw two infantry companies from the Second Battalion immediately, quickly reinforce the first battalion's positions, and organize suicide squads to block Soviet tanks to the death and block their offensive forces..."

"Yes, Chief of Staff..." Although he knew that going to the first battalion position is to die, the second battalion commander of the Sichuan Army still took the order without hesitation.

More than 300 officers and soldiers, led by the battalion commander of the second battalion, were just about to rush to the first battalion position. A team of defense army officers and soldiers carrying various weapons and equipment suddenly emerged from the dense forest on the flank of the position. The sharp-eyed Chief of Staff Zeng Zhiyuan immediately saw the battalion commander of the air defense battalion who had cooperated from this group of defense army officers and soldiers.

For a moment, a surprise like a piece of golden cake was smashed from the sky, and quickly emerged on Zeng Zhiyuan's face. He shouted excitedly at the Second Battalion Commander who was about to leave: "Second Battalion Commander, wait... The Air Defense Battalion, the Air Defense Battalion, is here to support us. We have heavy weapons to pack up the Soviet tanks..."

Two twin anti-aircraft machine gun companies suddenly joined the battle, and although they curbed and destroyed the tank companies that the Soviet army used to launch an attack. However, the Soviet army then covered the slightly retaliatory saturation artillery fire, and in a blink of an eye, more than half of the dozen twin anti-aircraft machine guns that had just been sent to the battlefield were destroyed. More importantly, the Soviet offensive troops, which learned a lesson, quickly adjusted the offensive plan and turned the medium tanks that covered the infantry's offensive attack into heavy tanks with thicker armor.

"Everything..." After more than a dozen heavy tanks advanced to a hundred meters away from the position, the remaining six twin anti-aircraft machine guns in the air defense battalion quickly opened fire, and shot a series of flames of wrist-thickness at the tanks lined up in front of them.

However, what is surprising is that the large-caliber anti-aircraft gun armor-piercing shell that easily penetrated the front armor of the Soviet medium tank. Facing the Soviet heavy tank with a thickness of more than 80 mm, it only left a few dents on the front armor of the tank. Then, after a string of sparks was knocked out on the tank armor, it quickly ejected into the surroundings...

"No. We meet the heavy tanks of the Soviet army... The machine gun cannot penetrate the heavy tank armor at all, so why are you still standing there? You can transfer the machine gun immediately. Should you wait for the shells of the Russians in the Soviet Union..." The battalion leader frowned, and a bad premonition quickly came to his heart and ordered with an anxious look on his subordinates.

Although his orders were very timely, the Soviet Red Army's reaction speed was not slow. Dozens of soldiers who were operating six machine guns were just about to carry their weapons and transfer them. The 75mm caliber tank gun on the Soviet heavy tank turret had already sprayed a ball of orange-red flame forward.

The sharp and rapid whistling of shells had just reached everyone's ears. The strong flames and smoke from the explosion of shells had already risen in the air and covered the position where the six dual-unit guns were located.

The air defense battalion, which was highly anticipated by everyone, was destroyed after just half an hour of participating in the battle, which was far beyond the expectations of Zeng Zhiyuan and others. Facing the unstoppable Soviet tank troops in front of the position, Zeng Zhiyuan could rely on more than a thousand subordinates left under his command.

After sighing, he spoke in a heavy tone at the remaining battalion commander, "Brothers. The air defense battalion has successfully completed its mission. Next, we have to rely on ourselves... It is not scary for us to deal with the Russian tank. As long as we are not afraid of death, we will send cluster grenades into the tracks of the Russian tank. No matter how strong the Russian tank is or how thick the protective armor is, it will turn into a pile of iron coffins, the iron coffin that destroys the Russian soldiers..."

After a deep look at his surrounding subordinates, Zeng Zhiyuan continued to order: "Of course, if you want to achieve this goal, there must be a group of suicides, carrying cluster grenades, launching counterattacks on the Soviet attacking troops, and sending the grenades under the tracks of Soviet tanks. So, I hope that anyone who stands here can take the initiative to stand up, lead the suicide squad, and kill the Soviet tanks..."

Li Tianshan, the company commander of Zeng Zhiyuan, who had almost lost his subordinates during the battle, suddenly stood up and said to Zeng Zhiyuan: "Chief of Staff, let me leave this task..."

After saying that, before Zeng Zhiyuan could react, he led a company of remnants to organize suicide squad members in the blocking position.

In less than half a minute, the fifty suicide squadrons with grenades wrapped around their waists were led by company commander Li Tianshan and deputy company commander Wang Yan, and lay on the edge of the position, preparing for counter-assault...

"Machine gunners cover shooting, suicide squad, go..." Chief of Staff Zeng Zhiyuan ordered in a low tone.

In an instant, more than 30 general-purpose machine guns deployed on the front line of the position still opened fire regardless of the fire of the Soviet tanks.

Dozens of general-purpose machine guns kept firing and shifting positions. The black hole muzzles of more than a dozen heavy tanks of the Soviet army were indeed aimed at the position as soon as possible, hoping to destroy these light machine guns.

However, due to the light weight of the general-purpose machine gun, soldiers often shoot less than twenty bullets, carry metal bullet links on their shoulders, carry general-purpose machine guns, and quickly transfer to the next machine gun position. Tank cannon shells that allow Russians to continuously shoot out the muzzle are like cats and mice, and it is difficult to hit the target.

And at this moment, under the cover of night, more than fifty figures slowly crawled out of the position like snails and touched the Soviet tanks that were getting closer and closer to the position.

Five meters...ten meters... fifteen meters...

After the densely packed suicide squadrons slowly climbed out of the position for fifteen meters, the Soviet offensive troops finally discovered these fatal threats that were constantly approaching them.

Dozens of heavy-duty machine guns quickly transferred the muzzle, shot and blocked the Chinese team that was constantly approaching him through raindrop bullets.

"Ah... the doggy-good old man, I'll plan my grandma..." A series of heart-wrenching screams sounded on the battlefield. Before more than a dozen suicide squadrons could react, they were shot and fell to the ground and turned into corpses.

Of course, more suicide squadrons, led by Li Tianshan, relying on the huge bomb craters that could be seen everywhere on the battlefield, avoided the bomb rain and continued to approach the Soviet heavy tanks.

"Dadada..." A rain of bullets roared past his head. Although Li Tianshan, who was lying on the shell but in the pit, avoided the fatal blow, the two subordinates who followed Li Tianshan were not so lucky. They were directly shot in the head and turned into a corpse.

Li Tianshan, who sighed, knew that he had to leave the bullet crater that had been targeted by the Russians immediately. Otherwise, once the Soviet army was aimed at him, the next person who was shot and fell to the ground was himself.

After glanced at the surrounding terrain, a crater five meters away from the left was quickly fell into Li Wentian's eyes.

Tightening the armed belt on his body, Li Wentian quickly pulled out a grenade from his waist, pulled the string, and after three seconds, he threw it down hard in front of his right. The grenade exploded, and the dense bullets fired by the Soviet tanks quickly concentrated in front of his right because of the explosion. Taking advantage of this gap, Li Wentian quickly rolled out from the inside of the crater where he was now. Then, he used his hands and feet to touch the next crater. After the last two meters left from the crater, he tried his best and rolled on his side and fell into the crater again.
Chapter completed!