"How is the situation now?"

Borosilov hurriedly returned to the General Staff, and before he could breathe, he started to ask in a hurry.

Marshal Akhromeyev stared at the big screen without saying a word. Through the big screen, you can see that at least one division's elite Chinese troops were crossing the border line to attack the positions of the Mongolian border guards. Armor roared, cannons rumbling, and steel giant beasts spitted scorching bullets and artillery shells, ruthlessly devouring life, and blood flowed into a river on the snowfield. The more Borosilov looked, the ugly his face became, and he said in a deep voice: "This is a military strike that the Chinese army has planned for a long time!"

Marshal Akhromeyev said: "It is a temptation. They want to use a limited battle to test our bottom line to see if we can drive us out of the Mongolian Plateau and relieve our threat to their capital!"

Borosilov agrees with this view. The Soviet Red Army stationed on the Mongolian Plateau was a sharp sword that was pressed on the chest of China, forcing China to open its eyes even when sleeping. It has been working hard for decades to develop its military strength and never dared to relax. Now they are full of wings, and the Soviet Union is declining and there is such a big mess again. Of course, they will find a way to pull out the sharp sword that is pressed on their hearts! The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable to the Soviet Union, but the situation of China is getting worse and worse.

The better, the double-headed eagles have been driven out of Asia by them. The Strait of Malacca has been under their control, and has obtained a sea outlet of thousands of kilometers in the South Asian subcontinent. Japan was even kicked three bones by them in the Southeast Asian war, and they are still hiding on that long list of islands to lick their wounds... The relationship between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait is getting closer, and peaceful reunification has become the main theme. China has fewer and fewer enemies. They can finally concentrate their efforts to relieve the threat from the north!

Collision between two major powers with the most vast territory is inevitable.

Marshal Akhromeyev said: "Until now, no reports of attacks from the Soviet army stationed in Mongolia were received. Obviously, the Chinese army carefully narrowed the attack surface and only used swords to test our reactions."

Borosilov asked: "If we don't intervene, how long can Mongolia last under the attack of China?"

Marshal Akhromeyev said: "I'm afraid it won't last more than three days, this is the most optimistic estimate."

Borosilov murmured: "Behind Mongolia is the Siberian Railway..."

Marshal Akhromeyev was silent. Of course, he knew how bad the current situation in the Soviet Union was, but he knew the importance of the Siberian Railway to the Soviet Union. Once the Siberian Railway was cut off, the Soviet Union's millions of troops in the Far East were likely to starve to death. Who said that the Far East was so unsatisfactory?

What to do? Not fighting back?

Until now, these two important figures who seized power in the coup remembered that the General Secretary was still on the Crimean Peninsula at this time! Damn, what's the matter?

The staff officer saluted and turned around and went out.

Borosilov looked at the Type 68 main battle tank with his hideous outline on the screen and suddenly asked: "Marson, do you think if we start a full war with China, what chance of winning?"

Akhromeyev looked at the young man in surprise and frowned and asked, "Why do you have such crazy thoughts?"

Borosilov's eyes were cold and fierce: "It's not me who's crazy, but this era forced us to be crazy! Our country is already a mess, NATO is pressing step by step, China is ready to move, and under the attack of the east and west, we will soon suffocate to death! If we don't want to be crushed by them, we can only fight a bloody path, use their blood to glue the cracks between our franchised republics, and regain our citizens... This is the only way!"

Akhromeev understood what he meant. The Soviet Union had become difficult to return. The only way was to transfer the many contradictions, defeat the enemy, let the people vent their dissatisfaction, seize their wealth and food to improve the extremely bad economic situation of the Soviet Union. Only in this way can the entire country be united again, revitalized, and rejuvenated! He pondered: "The combat effectiveness of the Chinese army should not be underestimated, but there is still a big gap with our Soviet Red Army. If it is a conventional war, we have a great chance of victory, but China is a nuclear power..."

Borosilov determinedly: "The pitiful few nuclear weapons in China's hands have no chance to fight! When it comes to us, even if it is a nuclear war, they can't hurt a single hair!" Gripping their teeth, lowered their voices and attached them to Akhromeev's ear and said a few words quickly. Akhromeev showed a shocked look: "What you said is true?"

Borosilov said: "It's true!"

Akhromeyev no longer hesitated and quickly issued an order to order all troops in the Far East Military Region to enter the state of war immediately! China wants to use a small-scale war to test the bottom line of the Soviet Union, right? Well, let them taste the taste of kicking to the iron plate!

The battle on the Mongolian Plateau continued. The Fourth Cavalry Division used dozens of tanks as sharp knives to split the defense line of the Mongolian border defense force and advanced in depth. It was unstoppable. It broke through more than 20 kilometers in less than an hour. A large number of Mongolian soldiers fled in front of the tank turret. Occasionally, they carried anti-tank rockets and fired at the main battle tanks with anti-tank rockets. The fate was also very tragic. They were either torn apart by the heading machine gun bullets, or were swept in by the tank tracks and then thrown out. There was no bone found on their bodies. More and more Mongolian soldiers joined the ranks of escape. They threw away their heavy weapons, climbed onto cars and motorcycles and fled blindly, shouting: "Hua Army! Tanks! Their tanks are so terrible, we don't have tanks!" If Genghis Khan knew about this, he would definitely be so angry that he would roll in the coffin if he knew about it under the Springs.

The situation is critical

The Mongolian president no longer cares about why the Soviet army still remains silent. He directly called the phone to the front line and yelled at the military commander like a corporal: "Turn the Chinese invaders back, otherwise you can wait to go to the military court!"

The military commander's face turned blue and white, and he responded "Yes", and then roared at the radio station: "Send every tank and every cavalry to me, and you must fight the Chinese army back and fight them back at all costs!"

The Mongolian army, which was used to living by hand, was like a lion who was whipped hard, let out a roar and showed its sharp teeth and claws.

"Hey, the descendants of the Yellow Devil are really disappointing!"

The division commander looked at the dead bodies outside the car window and murmured to himself. Most of these corpses were shot in the back. It was only an hour after the war started. The Mongolian army was defeated, and the Soviet army had no movement for a long time. According to this style of fighting, the Fourth Cavalry Division could rush to Lake Berga in a few days. If the central government allowed it, it would be useless to have them to launch a tentative attack. Once they were counterattacked by the Soviet army, they had to retreat immediately. No matter how favorable the situation was, it would be useless.

Otherwise... learn from Li Jing to fight against the Turks, and then take action?

Well, this is a very tempting idea. The division commander must work hard to restrain himself before he surrendered to it. At this time, the voice of the armored regiment commander came from the radio: "Terminal Commander, we have discovered the traces of the Mongolian armored troops! These Tartars were beaten up and took out their old capital!"

The teacher was unambiguous: "Kill them!"

The leader said: "Finish the task resolutely!"

After a few words, a large group of snow powder had risen more than ten kilometers ahead of the armored regiment. Through the pictures sent back by the drone, you can see that hundreds of tanks were lined up in three rows and rushed towards the attack of the Fourth Cavalry Division under the cover of the air defense force. After all, they were students brought out by the Soviet Union. They had learned a little about the Soviet theory of great depth breakthrough. The distance between the two tanks was forty meters, the queue was strict, and the deployment of air defense firepower and anti-tank missile forces was relatively reasonable. Obviously, the elite troops from Mongolia were all from Mongolia. However, the tanks were a little shabby. There were some t-55 and t-62 in Yishui, but they were pitifully few. They were not the same level as the main battle of 68. The regiment commander smiled relaxedly and said one by one: "Stop and run them to death!"

Boom boom boom boom!

The 77b self-propelled artillery said that there was something to say. The black hole muzzle erupted a fireball larger than the body of the car. The shells penetrated from the center of the fireball and smashed towards the armored troops more than ten kilometers away. When they hit the head of the Mongolian armored troops, the shells suddenly exploded, and dozens of bullets were released. They were pulled into a long string by the streamers, like the iron chain in the hands of Black and White Impermanent, ruthlessly entangled towards the stupid T-55 and

t-62, the flight speed of the shells and the erupting speed of the projectiles were superimposed, so that the speed of the projectiles had reached three times the speed of sound. A cluster of flames suddenly rose around the Mongolian tanks, and a row of straight lines, like spherical lightning, causing debris to fly. Tanks stopped helplessly in the explosion. Their top armor had been blown through and a fire was ignited, and the soldiers inside were either dead or injured.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The 77b self-propelled artillery poured its anger towards the Mongolian armored troops at a rate of six rounds per minute. Each shell was bombarded, a spherical lightning bolt of dozens of meters long was created in the middle of the Mongolian army. The swept tanks flew without exception and fired. The armored soldiers who were lucky enough to die were covered in bodies, with fire on their clothes and hair. They screamed and rolled out of the inside, rolling like crazy on the snow. Many of them were fluttering for a few strokes and there was no movement. The design concept of the anti-tank weapon of the Chinese army was very simple. I should destroy it when I hit it, and I would hurt it. Panda expressed his strong interest. After several rounds of artillery fire, the losses of the Mongolian army rose straight, and at least one tank battalion was wiped out without firing. When the tank burned, the dark smoke columns rose, making the hazy sky even more gloomy.

"Don't worry about the shells, rush up and get involved with the Chinese army!"

The commander of the Mongolian Army's armored forces was not a fool. He knew very well that if he continued like this, the dozen or so self-propelled artillery that knew where he stayed could completely bombard his armored forces. The only way was to attack at full speed, rush up to fight with the Chinese army, and use the huge number of advantages to submerge the Chinese army's armored forces! In his howl, the heavily-lost armored forces ignored the rows of anti-tank mother-child shells that were smashed over. Once the accelerator was stepped to the bottom, he ignored the integrity of the queue, and rushed straight towards the Chinese army's armored forces like a Spanish bull who had taken aphrodisiac and saw a red cloth. The falling shells kept knocking tanks into burning iron toads, but they could never delay their progress.

The regiment commander nodded: "That's what's right!" He himself drove the tank first, avoiding an anti-tank missile that broke through the air with a long tail line, and rushed towards the Mongolian army's armored forces. The helicopter troops rushed over. Immediately, the Mongolian army's self-propelled anti-aircraft machine guns and self-propelled anti-aircraft guns formed a dazzling fire net in the air. Single-soldier shoulder-fired air defense missiles flew towards them like hornets. The helicopter troops, which were too rare, had to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield. They could

The loss cannot be afforded. However, the 130-wheeled assault gun and the 77b-type self-propelled artillery helped them get out of this anger. A round of fierce artillery fire covered the fire, and several self-propelled anti-aircraft guns were knocked into a pile of parts. An anti-tank missile launcher was hit by a 130-mm shell, and the launcher flew into the air in a huge roar. As the bullets flew across the rain, the distance between the two armies was constantly getting closer. If any fool climbed up the turret boldly, he would definitely see the muzzles with many black holes pointing at

Own!

Bang bang bang ———

When there were still 2,600 meters away, the main battle of 68 opened fire. The 122mm copper armor-piercing bomb burst out at six times the speed of sound. It hit the middle of the Mongolian armored troops in just one flash, and disappeared on the armor on the front of the Soviet tank, leaving only a hole with iron as big as a sea bowl. A shrill scream came from the tank. Then, the entire tank was shaken and deformed in a huge explosion. The turret flew up twenty or thirty meters high with a pillar of fire. What about the soldiers inside? Even with a magnifying glass, it was the first time that the Mongolian armored soldiers had tasted the power of the copper armor-piercing bomb. The terrifying lethality of this almost perverted weapon made their souls tremble.

Bang bang bang ———

The Mongolian tanks also roared, t-55 and t-62, all scrambling to vent their anger at the main battle of 68. The firepower was much more intense than the armored regiment, and the number advantage was there. A fierce armored battle began, and the rumbling cannons and the sprinkling blood awakened the silent plateau.

At the same time, there was also movement behind the Fourth Cavalry Division. The earth was shaking, as if thunder was rolling towards them. The roaring sound became clearer and louder. In the end, it was no longer possible to count. Without any warning, the foggy snow powder was raised on both wings. The white area was covered with white people shouting horses neighing, and there were thousands or tens of thousands of people rushing towards them. The soldiers holding automatic rifles looked at each other: "Mongolian cavalry?"

You can come whatever you say. Before you finish your words, a large group of cavalry have already rushed out of the snow fog. They held automatic rifles and lay on the horse's back. The man and horse were integrated, as fast as lightning. On them, you can still feel the fierceness, cruelty and cunning of the Mongolian cavalry that once swept across the Eurasian continent. More than two thousand cavalry roared from left to right, as fast as the wind, invaded like fire, and cooperated almost perfectly. Perhaps the only ones who could play cavalry to this level were the Mongols.

Unfortunately, their opponent is no longer the Southern Song infantry who can only walk on two legs.

Four armored vehicles protected the convoy in the middle, and a light and heavy machine gun or even anti-aircraft machine gun was also set up on the roof of the military jeep. With the command of the battalion commander, the convoy instantly turned into an extremely huge hedgehog. The countless tongues of fire that flew out were the spikes on the hedgehog. Many machine guns and automatic rifles formed an airtight barrage. The Mongolian cavalry that crashed into the barrage seemed to be swept by a hurricane, falling in piles, and many

When the war horses were sprinting at high speed, blood arrows suddenly burst out from their bodies. The bullets that tore their bodies were drained away. The war horses neighed and fell heavily, throwing the cavalry far away, and turned to their heads. Those who were lucky enough to die or have no chance to stand up. Through the flying stars, the last thing they saw was the hoofs of the bowl-sized bowl or the body of the war horses that were bloody like a hill, the muffled sound of bones shattering and the war horses.

Sadness lingers in my ears, forming a tragic and helpless melody.

The era of cavalry has really passed. No matter what guy you are holding, riding a war horse to attack mechanized troops is no different from suicide. In the blink of an eye, the bodies of Mongolian cavalry were covered with wasteland, and blood dyed the snow red. In Beijing, the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said righteously to reporters at home and abroad: "In view of the recent repeated fire on the Mongolian army and plundering the property of our border residents, and many warnings have not repented, our government decided to give Mongolia a small lesson... At present, the Fourth Cavalry Division of our Mongolian Military Sub-district has crossed the border and is fighting fiercely with the Mongolian army..."
Chapter completed!