Chapter 30 Return to the team

Chapter 30 Return to the team

The tank troops quickly drove onto the highway. Of course, at this time, I would no longer ask the soldiers to tie themselves to the tank with their backpack straps. Therefore, I can also experience the feeling of marching in the tank cabin for myself.

I just didn't know if I didn't come in, but I was shocked as soon as I came in. The tanks of this era are really far from what I imagined.

The space size is quite acceptable. According to Battalion Commander Wu, this is entirely because the Type 63 tank increases buoyancy and reduces weight to adapt to water and land combat, which makes its internal space relatively spacious. This is difficult to turn around in the Type 59 tank, which is why tank soldiers all require a relatively short body.

As for this shortcoming... I can't count it now!

The first feeling is that the communication equipment is too bad, the noise is too loud, the signal is intermittent, and sometimes it is necessary to say four or five times to accurately convey it to other tanks. The parts are often broken, and various instruments are either incorrect or not, which makes the crew in the tank basically repair while driving.

Isn't that? At this time, Battalion Commander Wu turned the wrench next to him and cursed: "These damn things are what we have produced to ask for our lives!"

These equipment were produced in the ten years and were mostly unqualified when it was produced, but they were still piled on the battlefield where life was at stake. Who can blame this?

Another unbearable disadvantage is that everything in the tank is almost manual. For example, machine gun loading, driving the *** lever, etc. The machine gun loading is pretty good, and it will be overwhelmed after fighting. The driving lever requires dozens of kilograms of pulling force, and the driver is driving with this thing. It takes several hours to drive it. It is not that the tank cannot stand it, but that the driver has no strength...

What's even more exaggerated is that the tanks of this era do not have a fire control system, which means "the distance depends on the gun captain's eyes, and the shooting depends on the shooter's experience." In this battle, it is hard for me to believe that the shells fired by the tank will have any accuracy.

But then again, if it weren't for the group of Type 63 tanks, we wouldn't have been able to jump out of the encirclement of the two regiments of the Third Division of the Vietnamese Division. From this point of view, we cannot blame these "life-saviors" in any case.

"Battery Commander!" After more than an hour of shaking on the highway, the two tanks reconnaissance in front reported: "There is a village ahead with armed personnel!"

"Um!" Captain Wu frowned and asked, "Is there any other way to go?"

"No!" A noise like a radio came from the radio: "The road goes straight through the village... there is only one road!"

"Stop all! Be prepared for battle!" Battalion Commander Wu ordered, and then turned his eyes to me.

I know that it is time for us infantry to reconnaise. But in fact, I soon discovered that we didn't need to reconnaise at all.

I opened the tank's hatch, took a few breaths of fresh air outside the tank, and watched the tanks line up one by one with the village in front of me as the center, and pointed the muzzle and muzzle at the houses in the village!

I raised my telescope and looked at the village. I could only see bamboo and wooden houses under the moonlight. Sometimes, I could bark at dogs and roosters crowing, which looked like a very ordinary village.

"Everyone has it, go down the tank to prepare for battle!" I picked up the intercom and ordered: "Everyone should be hidden behind the tank! Three rows, prepare for reconnaissance..."

The reason I let the three rows go is because the people in my hometown will be more experienced. I don’t want to have casualties when the task is completed here.

"Yes!" The people from the hometown responded, jumped off the tank and ordered a few people to go up.

But just as they were about to cross the tanks and drive towards the village, the originally quiet village suddenly burst out rows of bullets like a "wagh...", and occasionally a few rockets came straight to our tank group with roars. Of course, in this dark night, at a distance of at least 500 meters, those rockets had no hit rate.

From this point of view, the armed personnel in the village will not be regular troops of the Vietnamese army, but some militias or troops that cannot even be considered by militias. It is said that in order to resist our army's "invasion", the Vietnamese army sent a large number of weapons to the hands of the people and asked them to take up weapons to deal with us. I believe that what is in front of us is such a "army".

But since they have weapons and even fire rockets at me, we can only regard them as enemies.

"Fire!" Battalion Commander Wu ordered the tank troops to open fire without hesitation. In an instant, the tank guns, side-by-side machine guns, and anti-aircraft machine guns mounted on the tank turret all spewed out dazzling flames.

The Type 63 tank is not very protective or attacking, but it is still more than enough to deal with the bamboo building and wooden houses and the Vietnamese people holding weapons in front of them.

None of the rockets fired by the Vietnamese could hit, but some bullets hit the tank's armor and made a "ding-ding-dang" sound. No matter how thin the Type 63 armor was, if it could not even block the bullet, could it still be called a tank? So the Vietnamese could not hurt us at all.

On the contrary, the guns and cannons that our army fired swept through the entire village like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The Type 63 tank guns were 85mm caliber and the anti-aircraft machine guns were 12.7mm caliber. The wooden houses were knocked down by machine gun bullets, and rows of bamboo buildings were blown into the sky by shells. Then they turned into pieces in the air, drifting like leaves, and then slowly landed onto the ground.

"Progress!" Seeing that the bombing was almost over, Battalion Commander Wu gave the order, and the tanks slowly drove along the highway toward the village in groups. We infantrymen also followed behind the tanks and walked forward with caution.

I didn't dare to be careless at all. I held the rifle and kept paying attention to the possible targets ahead. Although I knew this was simply an asymmetric war, experience told me that there was no reason on the battlefield to underestimate the opponent and be careless. Otherwise, the price might be a living life! The facts also proved that I was right.

After a while, we occupied the entire village. The raging fire illuminated the entire battlefield. The bodies of the people were everywhere, most of them were elderly people and women, and some thirteen and four-year-old children, but they all had guns without exception.

AK47 is so popular, a large part of the reason why it is simple and easy to use and basically does not require maintenance. Even if you don’t know guns at all, you can take it to the battlefield after just a few hours of training. It is precisely because of this reason that the Vietnamese army can arm these civilians so quickly.

But these civilians seem to be too inexperienced, and no matter what, they should wait for our reconnaissance troops to approach before firing. Of course, this is not to say that I hope they do so.

An injured Vietnamese crawled on the ground. He was blown off one of his legs. The blood from the outflow dragged a long bloody road behind him. He was covered in burns and blood. When the fire was shining, he was blood-red all over his body. We couldn't even see his face clearly. While crawling in the opposite direction, he turned around and looked at us with his horrified eyes.

Contrary to his horror, beside him there was a group of chickens and ducks walking freely between blood and fire, as if they were despising all the war.

"Nuokongsong Page!"

"Nuokongsong Page!"

...

Several soldiers shouted at the injured Vietnamese for surrender, and no one was willing to kill him until he turned over and pulled out the pistol at his waist...

"Bang bang..." A few gunshots, the Vietnamese who was struggling to survive fell heavily into a pool of blood with his head tilted. The soldiers all knew that this was the best ending, because even if he surrendered, we would not have the conditions to cure him, and to be honest, they were unwilling to do so!

In this battle, we killed a total of 57 enemies, seized four hail-type anti-tank bazooka, three machine guns, fifty-two AK47 submachine guns, and more than forty boxes of various ammunition.

Bullets and the like were moved to the tanks and piled up. As for the ak47... Of course, let's change the warriors first. Anyway, the Type 56 submachine gun looks similar to the Ak47. If we say that the Type 56 submachine gun was seized from the Vietnamese Japanese, who would know?

But just as we were cleaning the battlefield, there was a sudden "boom" in the village, followed by a "da da da..." submachine gunshots. We hurriedly ran towards the direction where the gunshots came.

When I walked up to it, I saw a tank hit by an enemy Type 40 rocket. The rocket entered and came out from the left side of the tank and passed through two layers of armor plates before exploding. The second gunner standing on the turret was pierced by shrapnel on the spot, and the intestines were flowing out. The health officer hurriedly stuffed the intestines back into his stomach and bandaged the wounds urgently.

The guy who fired the rocket was a Vietnamese army. He was over 60 years old and as thin as a monkey. He was hiding in the firewood pile and fired rockets, only more than 20 meters away from the tank. The soldiers fired three or four bullets into the firewood pile in one breath. When he was dragged out, his head and face were broken and could not be seen clearly. The yellow uniform on his body proved that he was a regular army of the Vietnamese army and had the rank of captain.

I think he should be a wounded man, and he was too old to fight with other Vietnamese troops, so he was left in this village.

"Damn it!" Captain Wu stood up with blood on both hands, and then kicked the Vietnamese corpse hard, so the soldiers knew that the injured second gunner was no longer able to do it.

Because we were worried that the sound of gunfire and fire would attract the surrounding Vietnamese troops, we did not dare to stay in the village for more than ten minutes, and we walked on the march again. Although the Type 63 tank did not drive fast in the water, it could reach 30 to 36 kilometers per hour on the road, barely able to catch up with the speed of electric vehicles. So after more than forty minutes, we faintly saw the 339 Highland when the sky was slightly white.

"Fifth Company, 5th Company, report your location!" At this moment, the voice of Captain Zhang sounded again from the walkie-talkie.

"Report to the leader!" I grabbed the phone and said, "We have reached the 339th Highlands. Repeat, we have reached the 339th Highlands!"

"Are you the tank unit?" Commander Zhang asked nervously: "There are 23 tanks and two armored vehicles in total!"

"Yes!" I was a little puzzled about Captain Zhang's nervousness, but I still replied: "This tank unit is us and the tank unit that broke out..."

"Huh..." The sound of Commander Zhang's heavy breathing came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, and then he heard him shouting: "Hurry, inform the artillery troops that they are our own people!"

After hearing this, I realized that Commander Zhang and his team almost bombed us with artillery fire as reinforcements from the Vietnamese army! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but scream in secret. This Type 63 tank can even penetrate rockets, so this cannon fire...

The tank slowly drove into the defense circle of the 639th Regiment with a rumbling motor sound. The soldiers from various high grounds along the way slowly turned their heads and looked at us in confusion, not understanding how a unit of our own suddenly appeared from the rear of the Vietnamese army. When the soldiers on the back of the tank recognized a few fellow villagers and greeted them a few times, the soldiers surrounded them one after another.

"Hey! So it's you guys!"

"That's not yet?"

"I saw you fighting on the mountain yesterday? Why did you get on a tank today?"

"Perform a mission! A big victory!"

"Really? What wins the battle?"

"Then it's fake! At least more than a thousand Japanese devils were killed!"

"Blow you!"

"Look at these tanks, will this be fake?"

...

The soldiers were excitedly talking to their comrades and laughing. Some even drove the tanks too fast, so they simply jumped down and started chatting with the villagers while walking.

What we talked about was... one by one, one was full of eyebrows and a scattered sky, while other soldiers kept making "Wow" and "Wow" sounds, and from time to time they turned their admiration and envy at us. I couldn't help but feel funny. I didn't know how many times I had won such a battle on the Korean battlefield, and now I've been numb and unrestrained. But for the soldiers, it can be said to be a legend.

Yes! A company of infantry penetrated into the encirclement formed by the elite troops of the two regiments of the Vietnamese army. Not only could it successfully rescue the trapped tank troops, but it also caused several times the casualties of the Vietnamese army than its own (although the casualties cannot be counted, it would not be small). This is worthy of their praise and pride in any case.

But I believe that as the war gradually deepens, they will soon get used to all this, even life and death.

"Captain Cui!" At this time, a correspondent separated the crowded crowd and ran to me to report: "Captain Zhang asked you and the deputy company commander to go to the regiment headquarters, and there is also the leader of the tank unit!"

"Yeah!" I nodded and called the deputy company commander, Battalion Commander Wu and Battalion Commander Ding. Although Commander Zhang did not let Battalion Commander Ding go, I believe that it was just because Commander Zhang did not know about Battalion Commander Ding's existence.

Several people patted each other on their shoulders and walked towards the regiment headquarters like brothers of life and death!

"I'm talking about Company Commander Cui!" Battalion Commander Ding said first: "With someone like you who is a company commander, I have no shame to be this battalion commander!"

"I think so too!" Battalion Commander Wu also agreed: "Originally, I thought I was a figure, and the battalion commander of the tank battalion... I walked sideways in the army! But now I see you, the company commander... I feel ashamed!"

The deputy company commander kept laughing and said proudly: "You two don't know! He was my soldier at the beginning, and I was his company commander! How about it? It's not good! Fortunately, you are not from the same army, otherwise you will suffer!"

"Um!" Hearing the deputy company commander's words, Battalion Commander Ding and Battalion Commander Wu couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly.

Before we knew it, we had arrived at the regiment headquarters. As soon as we walked into the tunnel, we were warmly welcomed by the soldiers in the regiment headquarters. All the staff inside applauded each other. Political Commissar Huang even patted my shoulder and laughed, and kept saying, "Good fight!"

Captain Zhang also nodded at me with a smile on his face and expressed his approval. If he had any personal grudges or had a holiday with me, then it would become insignificant in the face of a major victory. What's more, there was no personal grudge between me and him.

"These two are..." Political Commissar Huang winked at me.

"Oh!" I introduced it proficiently: "This is Battalion Commander Ding of the 1st Battalion of the 629th Regiment of the 210th Division of the 70th Army. Like our fifth company, he also went to reinforce Dongxi. This is Battalion Commander Wu of the Second Tank Battalion of the 384th Regiment of the 128th Division of the 43rd Army. They are the besieged troops of Dongxi!"

"Hello! Hello!" Political Commissar Huang shook hands with them very politely.

After serving each of us a cup of tea, Political Commissar Huang explained: "The superiors already know most of your situation! In fact, the reinforcements of my 72nd Army were already fifteen miles away from Dongxi, but through reconnaissance, they found a large number of Vietnamese troops lurking in the jungle. Later, they realized that there were as many as two regiments, and they were two main groups of the Vietnamese Ace Division! The superiors keenly felt that this was a trap set by the Vietnamese army, with the purpose of luring our troops into a terrain that was not conducive to our army to fight. When the superiors were worried about being surrounded, news suddenly came that the Yue Army reservoir was bombed and flooded! Haha... it was you who did it!"

"Yes!" I nodded: "This is thanks to several divers in the tank unit..."

Speaking of this, I couldn't help but look at the Battalion Commander Wu and the others. They couldn't help but sigh and lower their heads. During the tense breakthrough along the way, no one had time to think of the divers who sacrificed their own saving troops. At this time, I accidentally mentioned that the soldiers who could drink tea here alive and felt a little sad.
Chapter completed!