Chapter 105: Battle of Bridgehead (I)

Chapter 105: Battle of Bridgehead (I)

Under my order, the soldiers quickly started to work hard. The sandbags were moved and the sandbags were dug and the trenches were dug. The two bunkers on the left and right of the bridge were quickly used. The soldiers used a rocket launcher to make a big hole in the iron gate at the rear, and then drilled in and piled up a few sandbags to be used as a reverse bunker. Although their defense is not as good as the front, it is better than nothing. It is more than enough to use crossfire. This bridge, which is only ten meters wide, is more than enough.

"Battery Commander!" Before we could build the fortifications, several soldiers in the bunker shouted at me through the shot holes of the bunker: "The Vietnamese are coming up, it's a tank, many tanks..."

I ran a few steps towards Qiqiong River, fell to the ground, and raised my telescope to look towards the other side.

The Qiqiu River in front of me is only 100 meters wide, and the length of the entire bridge is only 200 meters long. So I can clearly see that the various types of Vietnamese troops appeared on the road on the other side of the river, like turtles. Each tank was followed by a team of Vietnamese troops, and there were 40 or fifty vehicles.

It was then that I realized that the Vietnamese army did not want to reinforce Lang Sang North District, but they were waiting for this armored force equipped with the first-class tanks. Fortunately, we were one step ahead of them, otherwise we would have let them cross the bridge, and our army with only nine tanks in 59 would not be their opponent at all...

Later I learned that this was the first military tank brigade of the Vietnamese army equipped with Soviet tanks. It was a reinforcement force transferred by the Vietnamese military from Cambodia.

"Zhu Jixing!" At this time, I didn't have time to think so much, so I immediately ordered to the intercom: "Request for artillery reinforcements immediately! Request for artillery reinforcements immediately!"

At the same time, he cursed in his heart: "Damn it! So many tanks are appearing here in a swarm, so don't you worry about letting our gunfire take you all?

"Yes!" Zhu Jixing responded and grabbed the phone and started calling, but it seemed too late, because at this time the terrifying scream of artillery shells had already been heard in the sky. Years of combat experience told me that this roar could not be emitted by a few small cannons, but at least it was forty or fifty long-range cannons from a division artillery regiment! The Japanese devils were obviously prepared and showed us their final family background.

"Cover! Cover..." I shouted to the soldiers, and I also found an air-raid shelter behind the bunker and hid in.

"Boom..." I had just hidden in the air-raid shelter, and the shells hit our positions in pieces. A mountain of help was moved, and the entire sky was blocked by the earth, rocks and smoke from the shells. There was darkness everywhere, and only the shells kept flashing with flames around us.

Fortunately, even though the artillery fire of the Vietnamese army was fierce, they still had to worry about our powerful artillery, so a few minutes later, the bombing of the Vietnamese army stopped soon.

I dug out the soil blocking the hole and poked my head out. The corpses, garbage and other things in front of the position were completely wiped out like this big hand. The fortifications we just built were knocked into flat ground in the blink of an eye, leaving only craters stacked together...

Fortunately, the soldiers dug air raid shelters in advance, so the casualties were not very large. Now they all crawled out of the soil one by one.

"Organize defense!" I ordered to the soldiers.

In fact, at this time, the soldiers knew what to do. They picked up all kinds of weapons and lay in the crater and pointed it at the bridgehead.

The rumbling sound of motors came from the smoke, and I soon realized that the Vietnamese army wanted to use tanks to cross the Qiqiong River Bridge.

For poor countries like Vietnam, all their weapons, equipment, and even food and daily necessities were asked from other countries, some from China and some from the Soviet Union, so advanced equipment such as tanks are very valuable to them. And now they are investing so many tanks at one time, which also shows that the Vietnamese army is willing to regain the lost bridgehead position at all costs.

"Captain Wu! Captain Wu..." I called out twice in the walkie-talkie, but no one responded at all.

I remember there is a saying that the best weapon against a tank is a tank. So, knowing that the enemy needs to use tank attacks, I quickly thought of several tanks in Battalion Commander Wu. But the communication of our tanks is really annoying. Even the connection between tanks is very difficult, let alone calling them at such a long distance.

"Communication!" I called out to the warrior.

"Come!" The correspondent responded in the crater more than ten meters away from me.

"Import the tank troops to support the bridgehead immediately! Arrive in batches, two at a time!" I shouted.

"Yes!" The correspondent responded and jumped up and ran backwards.

The sound of the tank's motor is getting closer and closer. I know that I am not anxious to wait until the tank troops come up, so I shouted to the intercom: "Battlehot, recoil-free cannon, be prepared for anti-tank!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded and soon a dozen soldiers ran up with several Type 69 bazooka in their backs.

I climbed forward a few steps, raised my telescope and looked up the bridge... The Qiqiong River Bridge was filled with smoke, and the flames soared into the sky, and the blazing fire surrounded the entire bridge. Not far away, several Soviet-style tanks were covering the infantry teams slowly approaching our army along the bridge. The tank led by me had reached the center of the bridge, only a few dozen meters away from our position...

"Dadada..." The soldiers hiding in the bunkers fired machine guns and fired rows of bullets at the Vietnamese army. However, the Vietnamese army did not suffer much casualties under the cover of tanks and thick smoke. Only a few Vietnamese troops who were leaning against each other were hit and then fell down the bridge.

I called out a secretly, but the soldiers were exposing themselves to the firepower of enemy tanks. The tanks may not have noticed them because of the thick smoke and fire, but it would be different for continuous machine gun shooting in this way.

Isn't this? After a while, the tank in the lead turned the turret, then adjusted the height and then "boomed" toward the bunker...

There was a scream from the bunker. The iron gate that had been blown away halfway could not stop the frontal bombing of the tank guns. I was afraid that the soldiers would be in danger this time.

"Battlehot!" I gritted my teeth and waved at the soldiers. The four soldiers understood and soon rushed up with two bazooka doors, one left and one right...

But before the soldiers could rush far, rows of bullets came over like raindrops. When the Vietnamese saw some figures in the smoke, they shot wildly in the direction of us. The two soldiers on the left were immediately knocked down in a pool of blood. The two soldiers on the right were clever and jumped into a nearby crater at the fastest speed to dodge the bullets, but they were also pressed into the crater and could not move.

After a while, the shooter emerged and hurriedly pulled the trigger at the enemy tank. With a "chubby", the rocket flew towards the direction of the Vietnamese army with a long tail, but unfortunately it did not hit. The rocket passed by the side of the tank turret and flew towards the Qiqiong River.

"Damn it!" I heard Li Zhifu lurking not far away cursing fiercely: "This big goal is less than a hundred meters and can't hit it! Are you having a good meal or something?"

But to be honest, this is not a fault for the shooter. The bazooka thing does not have much accuracy. It is said that the longest range is 300 meters, but its warhead is greatly affected by wind. It is said that if the wind reaches one meter per second, it will deviate from the target by 1.2 meters from 300 meters.

What is the idea of ​​1.2 meters? A tank is only three meters wide. This means that even if it aims at the tank in the middle, it is very likely that it will deviate from the entire tank when the wind blows. What's more, the soldier still rushed out a rocket under the suppression of the enemy's firepower.

The Vietnamese army once again shot balls of bullets at the two bazooka shooters, and even the anti-aircraft machine guns on the tanks pressed them. When the rockets were fired, the long tail dragged behind exposed their positions, so the Vietnamese army certainly did not want them to have another chance to launch. The rows of bullets only made the rocket shooters hide in the crater and unable to move, and could not raise their heads at all.

Li Zhifu waved his hand and soon two more bazooka shooters rushed towards the bridgehead position, but the firepower of the Vietnamese AK47 was too strong, and they were knocked to the ground by stray bullets in a short while.

"Zhu Jixing!" I ordered to him on the walkie-talkie: "Mortar cover!"

"Yes!" Zhu Jixing responded and shouted at the mortar troops that had been prepared in the rear: "Fire the gun!"

"Boom..." Rows of shells exploded at the bridge. The mortars had been adjusted in advance, aiming at the Qiqiong River Bridge. Tanks may not be afraid of mortars, but the infantry behind the tanks could not withstand this blow, which made the Vietnamese army scream and search for cover. A few shells were blown directly onto the bridge, causing the Vietnamese army to fly everywhere like dumplings to fall into the river.

The infantry behind the Vietnamese army was already in chaos, but the tanks walking in front had not yet noticed them and continued to bury their heads forward. This means that we have successfully separated the infantry and the tanks, and the next thing will be easier.

Although the tank has strong defense, the range that can be observed is limited after all, and there is smoke everywhere here, so even though he looks terrible, he is actually half a blind man.

I raised my telescope and looked at the tank heading towards us. It looked almost exactly the same as the 59-earned ones we equipped with. Later I realized that it was not actually a 59-earned one, but a Su-style T-54 tank. Our 59-earned ones were developed with reference to this type of tank, so there was almost no difference between performance and appearance.

The T-54 tank raised its gun barrel high and slowly appeared in front of us through the artillery fire and rolling smoke. It had lost its cover for infantry, like a lost lamb. Although the lamb was still firing machine guns in the direction of us, anyone knew that most of them were fighting without targets.

The two bazooka shooters hiding in the crater were now proud. A soldier came forward with a bazooka, aimed carefully at the enemy tank for a while, and then pulled the trigger suddenly...

"Chir..." The rocket dragged a white smoke and flew straight for the tank less than fifty meters away, and then exploded on the tank body with a bang.

Although the turret armor of the t54 tank is more than 200 meters thick, the front armor of the vehicle body is only 97 mm, so how could it withstand the bombing of the Type 69 bazooka? The tank was immediately severely damaged. Then, a muffled sound came from the tank and soon a raging fire ignited.

This is a defect of traditional Soviet tanks. Because the position of the ammunition depot and fuel silo is incorrect, the tank will easily explode after being hit. It is the legendary internal explosive vehicle. From this, I also remembered the 59th equipment of our army...

"Okay!" The soldiers cheered, because anyone knew that after successfully destroying a tank on the narrow bridge deck, the tank would undoubtedly become an obstacle to the advancement of other Vietnamese troops, and we could take a breath.

But the soldiers seemed to be too happy too early. Behind the fire and black smoke of the t54, a larger monster slowly drove forward, and then pushed the t54 forward without any effort...

The soldiers are in chaos at this moment. Will they continue shooting? They are all attacking a tank that has exploded in front. Don’t they fight? They can only watch them cross the bridge...

Damn! I didn't expect that the Japanese devils would have this trick. Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse in my heart: They seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and the first tank was ready for sacrifice.

With a "long...", a sudden sound of a tank motor came from behind us. After a sensation of smoke, two of our army's 59 tanks appeared in front of me. Battalion Commander Wu stood on the turret and shouted at me: "Doway! Dodge... Let me go..."

I didn't know what Battalion Commander Wu wanted to do, so I quickly ordered the soldiers to make way. Battalion Commander Wu directed the tank to drive forward without stopping. When he approached the fort at the bridge, he turned around and stopped leaning against the fort.

So I knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to wait on the bridgehead. If the Vietnamese tank continued to drive forward like this, it would soon expose its weak side armor in front of Battalion Commander Wu's tank gun. However, the Vietnamese tank could not see anything because of the flames and black smoke in front of a tank, and Battalion Commander Wu's tank was blocked by a bunker, so it was really difficult to find him...
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