1551: C1551 Inexhaustible Ear

C1551 Inexhaustible Ear

The mortars were all like schoolboys who were afraid of failing the test and showed off their shooting skills in front of their superiors, so the night sky turned red from the fire, the shells shrieked and tore the air, the death chased the unfortunate Kachin through the air, and the roar of the explosions rolled over the river without end.

It was certain that this night was the beginning of a disaster for the warriors of the Kachin tribe who had been on an expedition to the Golden Triangle. For the first time, the tribesmen who were experts in using bows, swords, and muskets were shrouded in the shadow of modern war, just like the legends of their ancestors: before the warriors even saw the devil, they were inexplicably struck by lightning that fell from the sky.

After a sleepless night, the warriors of Kachin, filled with the fury of revenge and the annihilation of the enemy, began to mount their rafts and attack the east shore.

It was a fine day, and the air was as clear as a filter, leaving the nightmare of the night before in darkness. The sun shone brightly from the top of the hill, and the first rays of the sun flashed down, setting fire to the jagged trees on either side and the swirling turbid surface of the river.

The men at the position could clearly see that the Kachin, wriggling like ants, had left the river bank, and that the rafts were very large and sturdy, and that the men were squatting on them, pulling each other very tightly, like tottering goods. The boatswain stood on a pole, and because of the rapidity of the river, the raft first ran up the bank for a bit, and then staggered against the current to the other side.

I asked Lee Shun, "How many more cannons will you use to sink the raft?"

Lee Shun shook his head and said, "You shouldn't use such a sharp knife to kill a chicken. The weather is so good. How about a match? Commander, pass my orders, company, volleyball, three in a group, specializing in the rudder. To hit a target award RMB 10,000 yuan, empty gunners are punished. I'll be the referee. "

As the order was passed down, the shooters displayed their skills. With the sound of gunfire, the rifle bullets flew towards their target with a long whistle, and the taut boatmen fell into the water like broken strings. The raft was unmanned. It spun like a runaway plane on the surface of the river, either overturned by the river or rushing downstream.

The poor Kachin were a mountainous people, all of them dry ducks, who had preyed on the mountains and forests, but knew nothing of the water. The waters of the mountains and valleys came from the snow-capped mountains. The water was so cold that even those who were familiar with water would find it difficult to swim through it, not to mention the weight of the Kachin. The rolling river instantly engulfed the bamboo raft, wiping out the people on the bamboo raft.

Not long after, the river water remained, and the bamboo rafts and warriors had disappeared without a trace.

The Kachin army was blocked by the river, and although the enemy leader was urging them to move forward, the natural moat was the natural moat, unless you had wings and could fly. There were times when the Kachin troops tried to find another place to sneak in, but Lee Shun and I had already thought about it.

Chief Kachin had no choice but to order his troops to set up camp and hide outside the firing range to confront the Revolutionary Army troops across the river.

The war situation in the northwest has stabilized. Lee Shun and I have returned to the west. This is the main battlefield of the final battle.

The battle situation here was in a deadlock. Although the enemy's heavy artillery position had been taken down, there were still light mortar and heavy machine gun positions on the other side of the river. This caused heavy injuries to the Revolutionary Army and even the captain of the special forces had his legs injured by the shell.

According to intelligence personnel, Mercenaries was the main force in the attack this time, with Burmese Army as the support and cover. The heavy machine guns and light mortar positions on the other side of the highlands were taken care of by Burmese Army, and their support headquarters was located at the foot of the mountain behind the highlands.

Another night fell. I discussed strategy with Qin and Lee Shun, and finally decided to send another special forces team to cross the river, occupy the high ground, and completely eliminate the enemy light mortar and heavy machine gun positions.

The captain of the special forces squad was injured, but was unable to bring his men to complete the mission. I suggested that they lead the special forces squad. Qin and Lee Shun didn't agree. Qin wanted to take them there, but I didn't agree.

"Qin, in terms of fighting, you have the most experience. The commander in chief and I can't compare to you. This is the main battlefield and we can't leave you for even a second. You have to stay here!" "No," I said.

"That's right." Lee Shun said, "How about this, it's better if I take them there."

I shook my head.

I didn't say the reason why Lee Shun isn't suitable to go, but Lee Shun and Qin both seem to understand. Firstly, Lee Shun is the commander, and secondly, his body skates every day.

In the end I decided to go.

After getting rid of the enemy's heavy weapon, you will retreat. Even if you want to attack Burmese Army's backup headquarters, do not kill them all. Qin warned: "Even though we are fighting against Burmese Army, we can't be too ruthless. We have to consider the long term, and we can't make them our enemies. This time, there aren't many people with Burmese Army, nor have we as the main assault.

I nodded in agreement, and then led the Special Forces team down the same old route, down about six kilometers, and across the river from the hidden ferry.

Midnight, there were no stars nor moon. Dark clouds filled the sky above the Golden Triangle. I stealthily crossed the river with my Special Forces unit. After landing, I quietly ran towards the higher ground.

What happened afterwards was simply a coincidence. At a dangerous pass called the Zawa, the scouts ahead of us suddenly collided head-on with a group of black figures. The sharp soldiers pulled the triggers and the deafening sound of guns rang out.

It turned out to be a team of Mercenaries, led by a local Shan State guide, who was going to raid our mortar and heavy machine gun positions.

These two armies, with the same purpose and the same intention, marching along the same route but not knowing each other, suddenly encountered each other without any preparation, and a battle broke out in response to the old Chinese saying, "The enemy is narrow."

The submachine guns clattered, strings of fire flying in the night sky. Both sides had reached the pass almost at the same time, so each took a half advantage of the terrain, sealing off the other with firepower and keeping each other at bay. I can't imagine what would have happened if we had arrived a little later.

Soon I could see that this was just an ordinary mountain range, and naturally it wasn't that steep. Compared to the famous military families on the road or the ancient path of the Jianmen, this mountain range was only a small slope.

The pass was narrow and steep, a narrow path blocked by a natural boulder that was several meters high. The key point was that there was also a cliff face to face with it, which created a split pattern in the battle. I could imagine both sides shooting at each other, but both sides had no way of dealing with each other.2

The giant rock was like a natural fortress holding the throat of a mountain pass, sealing it with machine guns.

We are fighting deep within the enemy ranks, and confrontation is no doubt death to us. I know that. Determined to finish off the enemy as soon as possible, they ordered the special forces to increase their fire from the front to attract the enemy's fire from the front, and then ordered one team to find another cliff path to reach up and attack the enemy from behind.

That night, the sounds of fighting and killing resounded throughout the mountain. Corpses littered the fields, and since both sides had no way out, they had no choice but to fight to the death. The air was thick with smoke, the grass was burning, the fire was crackling, and the smoke was suffocating.

The heavens did not seem to want to witness this bitter life-and-death battle. A black cloud rushed over and a heavy rain began to fall from the sky.

I had just reached out to wipe the rain from my face when I heard the familiar sounds of AK-47 rifle fire and grenade explosions from across the pass. I looked up and realized that there was no better music in the world than the AK-47 assault rifle. We finally got rid of the enemy of this sneak attack at a small price.

The rain continued to fall, thunder and lightning flashed, and we had no time to catch our breath as we continued on our way, finally reaching the plateau before three o'clock in the morning.

In the middle of the night, when the rain was like mildew that could easily give birth to a calm and relaxed peace, coupled with the fact that the Revolutionary Army was at a disadvantage in the battle, it seemed as if victory was already at hand, like a fruit hanging on a tree. Therefore, when the gunshots rang out, a small group of unsuspecting Burmese Army defending the highlands suddenly woke up in their dreams, and became captives naked.

The Special Forces units successfully occupied the plateau, controlled the high ground, seized the light mortars and heavy machine guns, and then turned the muzzles and muzzles towards the Burmese Army rear support headquarters.

At four in the morning, in the midst of the heavy rain, I gave the order and the Special Warrior shot out the first shell. After that, one after another, the artillery shells rained down and the heavy machine guns started to sweep violently like the wind.

The unprepared Burmese Army support headquarters was in chaos, and a mess had been completed.

Surrounded by a dense cluster of Mercenaries troops, after launching the attack for 20 minutes, I ordered the Special Warrior to blow up light mortar rounds and heavy machine guns, and then evacuated rapidly along the way.

At five in the morning, just as dawn broke, I led the Special Forces unit back to their position on the other side of the river in the morning mist.

An hour later, Mercenaries which had turned into anger and embarrassment began to attack.

The main direction of their attack was the high ground marked as number 3 by Qin. Mercenaries Commander was very smart, and saw through the importance of Highland # 3. Highland 3 stood between the headquarters and the river, forming a natural barrier that blocked the path of the attackers to victory.

For both sides, Highland # 3 was the deciding factor. We must stop the enemy here and defend the command post. If the high ground is lost, the entire position will be lost and the position will be lost. To Mercenaries, there is a high mountain in front and a great river in the rear. This is the bottom of a dangerous well, and they have to take over the third plateau as soon as possible so that they can occupy our position in order to jump out of this predicament and seize the initiative.

The Mercenaries swarmed forward, taking turns to attack.

When the battle was at its most intense, Qin and Lee Shun both ascended to the third plateau, and started their defensive battles separately. The Revolutionary Army repelled three consecutive attacks from Mercenaries and left many corpses at the frontlines of the battle.

Very quickly, Mercenaries began its fourth charge, crawling up like an ant. Strangely, this time the enemy was different. They did not hide or hide, but attacked boldly, as if they were not afraid of being shot.

The gunfire stopped, the shelling thinned out, and one of the enemy translators shouted up the hill, and the thin syllables were instantly distorted by the mountain wind and scattered like fragments of metal on the ground. The translator said: "Han on the mountain, you can shoot, these are your comrades, they are waiting for you to kill them!"

Lee Shun and Qin hurriedly raised their binoculars. At the sight of this, I immediately felt blood rushing to my head and my head was swelling up.

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