Chapter 936: Down the Old Street

If Wang Yan was not there, this anti-ambush battle would have become an ambush by the Vietnamese army. The troops that rushed into Lao Cai along the main road would definitely suffer heavy losses.

In fact, even if Wang Yan joined the battle, he would still suffer heavy losses. He was the first to discover the enemy and called for artillery fire. But the result after an hour of fierce fighting was not ideal.

A tank in the pit was scrapped by a mine, and two tanks were blown up by the Vietnamese monkeys' death squad. The other tanks were also damaged to varying degrees and were badly bombarded by mortars.

In terms of personnel, the infantry following the tanks lost more than 20 people, and Wang Yan's soldiers also lost 18 people. At present, the entire team that rushed into Lao Cai only had six tanks and 32 armored soldiers, as well as 118 infantry, including Wang Yan's company.

Twelve tanks were equipped with two platoons of infantry, and basically one platoon was written off. Wang Yan's team was not fully staffed to begin with. The previous battle still lost some people, but they had not been replenished. This time, they lost more than ten people.

Of course, the so-called casualties still did not mean death, but only injuries of varying severity that affected their movements. The number of people who were directly killed or bombed, including the armored soldiers, was less than 20.

This was because Wang Yan led the team to attack the hilltop and eliminated the firepower point on the high ground. Otherwise, after this battle, it is estimated that they would be crippled and had to retreat back. The plan to attack Laojie would also fail, and they could only think of other ways.

"Wang Yan, what should we do?" The deputy battalion commander and company commander of the tank battalion asked Wang Yan, who was walking over with a cigarette in his mouth from a distance.

Wang Yan did not stop moving, and casually put the cigarette he had taken two puffs of into the mouth of a soldier whose leg was broken by a machine gun, and helped to treat the wound. He replied, "What did the higher-ups say?"

"Ask for your opinion."

"Let's do it!" Wang Yan explained without any hesitation, "The defense of Lao Cai must be empty. The Vietnamese monkeys are so desperate to stop us, which proves this point. I think the resistance we will encounter next will definitely not be as good as the previous battle. If you armored soldiers don't have tanks to drive, don't force it. There are many wounded, stay and take care of them. The wounded brothers should not hold on. If it affects the action, it will be a suicide. Don't hide your injuries."

After saying this, Wang Yan called the communicator: "Contact the battalion commander and ask him to send someone to pick up the wounded. Also, tell him that we have enough strength and will definitely take Lao Cai tonight."

"Yes! Company commander!" The communicator called the company commander the most smoothly.

In fact, the soldiers who followed Wang Yan's men were very comfortable calling the company commander.

For a while, it was bustling and lively, and there was no fear of exposing any traces. In the previous battle, the enemy did not bombard, which meant that our army had destroyed the artillery positions of the Vietnamese monkeys before. The fierce resistance of the Vietnamese monkeys in the previous battle shows that their living forces are scattered outside to fight with our army, and the rear is empty. This is the maximum force that can be quickly transferred nearby.

Therefore, Wang Yan concluded that there may be resistance in the front, but it is definitely not as fierce as the previous two battles. Tonight, at most tomorrow morning, we must conquer Laojie.

Xiaocao is not far from Laojie, only about six kilometers. The tank troops stepped on the accelerator hard, but it took more than ten minutes. Now they have gone halfway, but it is almost midnight, and it is not easy to go.

The two battles combined took only two hours, but it took a lot of time to collect the wounded, clean the battlefield, replenish ammunition, treat wounds, drink water and rest, etc.

Six kilometers...

"Wang Yan, these Vietnamese monkeys have dug the road all the way to the foot of the mountain, with a ditch in the middle. There is a mountain on this side and a river on the other side. Damn it, the tanks can't drive through."

The deputy tank battalion came over with a cigarette in his mouth and cursed.

"Wait for me to go with you to see it, don't worry, if I remember correctly, your name is Zheng Zhongliang, right? From Henan?" Wang Yan didn't even raise his head, treating the wounded soldiers.

The leggings played the biggest role, because they were very long and the cloth was very breathable. Even the widest chest and abdomen, it can be wrapped twice, very useful. The only drawback is that the conditions are not good, and it is impossible to use medicine to treat it in the first time. Nine out of ten will get infected and inflamed, and the prognosis is not very ideal. It's really a struggle for life at the gates of hell. It's either amputation or death.

Some people gritted their teeth and stood up hard, their eyes were about to bulge out, their veins were exposed, and they were sweating profusely. Some people trembled, unable to bear the severe pain, and the iron man was holding back his sobbing...

The comrades of the tank deputy battalion were very unbearable, and they also grimaced when they saw it. They took out cigarettes but didn't light them, and stuffed them into the soldiers' mouths to chew. There was some analgesic effect, but it was almost zero. Minor injuries are all piercing of limbs, or a piece of skin and flesh is swept away, which cannot be stopped. It is better to faint from the pain at this time.

"I didn't expect that you, a big star, still remember me?"

"Are you scolding me? What big star, I just serve the soldiers." Wang Yan did not dwell on this topic, "How deep is the pit?"

"It's as deep as one person, and it's wide. We don't have tools, otherwise so many people will fill it up in a short time."

"Will the tanks be enough to fill it in?"

"Huh?" The deputy tank battalion was surprised, "It's okay, is it suitable?"

"Are you asking me? Ask the leader if it's okay. If it's okay, fill it up. If it's not okay, wait for the rear to bring tools to fill the pit, and we will continue to fight."

"Okay."

The deputy tank battalion didn't say anything and went to contact the communicator. After a while, he told Wang Yan "OK", and then asked the soldiers to transfer the shells and bullets in the tank to other tanks, refilled the ammunition, and then used the tank to push the tank into the pit. The position was not easy to find. It was either sideways or upside down. It took three tanks to solve the problem.

At this time, Wang Yan had treated the soldiers' injuries, and the trucks behind also drove over to pick up the wounded. The soldiers also rested for a while. With the tanks starting, they started to go to Lao Cai again.

The tanks still took the lead, and Wang Yan and others followed along the mountainside. They walked very slowly and carefully. Everyone knew that there would be ambushes.

But as Wang Yan said, their ambushes were not so fierce after all. In the remaining three kilometers, they only encountered two ambushes. Although it was also crazy and caused some casualties, it was not as fierce as the previous two times.

This is because the Vietnamese monkeys are short of manpower and cannot be mobilized.

To be honest, the Vietnamese monkeys didn't expect that they would really do it to them. They thought that they were dispatching a large army to come and scare them with swords and guns. Who would have thought that it was a sweeping force.

Three kilometers, more than four hours of walking, dimly saw the old street buildings in the distance, it was already late at night.

"Company commander, do you want to fight?" A soldier asked Wang Yan.

"No hurry, each of you disperse, find a bunker to hide, don't be hit by them. I'll fire two shots first. Communicator, tell the battalion commander that we have reached the old street and will launch an attack. Then let Battalion Commander Zheng fire the cannon, blow him up."

As Wang Yan gave the order, the troops dispersed to both sides, some ran to the hillside, some hid by the river, and some went to the roadside. Wang Yan also found a bunker and set up his gun.

At the same time, six tanks staggered their gun barrels and faced the vaguely visible buildings in the distance, and the shells burst towards the building.

Then, there was a burst of fire from the opposite side, and bullets were fired. The firepower was strong, and it was a heavy machine gun. Its power is self-evident. A light machine gun can cut off a person's arm, and if a heavy machine gun is fired, the person will be smashed to pieces.

Wang Yan put down the camera, and fired a shot. The bullet flew over a distance of more than 200 meters, with a small arc trajectory, and penetrated into the chest of the machine gunner who was gritting his teeth and operating the machine gun to fire.

Just like at the beginning of the war, the deputy pulled away, controlled the machine gun, and then accompanied the previous machine gunner.

"Company commander, a great shot!" A soldier shouted, and then laughed and fired.

The other infantrymen were the same, firing at the opposite side, but more than a hundred people concentrated their fire from all directions, and even the firing could not suppress the opposite side.

The armored soldiers did not need to say much, tacitly stepped on the accelerator and sprinted towards the opposite side, ignoring the falling shells. They sprinted and fired quickly.

However, at a distance of more than 200 meters, the tanks only took 30 seconds to fire at full power. During this time, the soldiers who were skilled in loading shells only fired three shots, but this had already put great pressure on the opposing positions.

At the same time, the anti-aircraft machine guns on the tanks were also tilting bullets, and the firepower was very strong. Wang Yan fired two shots, and the tanks rushed out dozens of meters. The soldiers bent and hid behind the tanks, and began to attack Lao Cai.

Wang Yan did not attack with the soldiers. He still set up his gun in the back and sniped the machine gunner. The power of the heavy machine gun is really great. It may paralyze the tank. If you are lucky, it may penetrate the steel plate of the tank.

A few dozen seconds passed in the blink of an eye. The tanks fiercely ran over the enemy's trenches and even crushed a Vietnamese monkey who could not dodge in time. It did not slow down at all and rushed straight over.

The soldiers shot wildly in the back to stop the Vietnamese monkeys who wanted to sacrifice themselves to blow up the tanks.

"Fuck you!"

A soldier shouted, approached, stabbed and exploded, and killed a Vietnamese monkey holding a pack of explosives.

Wang Yan chased after him, kicked the Vietnamese monkey hanging on the bayonet away, and slapped the soldier on the back of the head: "Are you looking for death? If the pack of explosives explodes, you won't even have a complete body."

The soldier laughed, didn't answer, and rushed over with a roar.

At this time, the sky sounded a whooshing sound of breaking through the air. Wang Yan didn't think about it, took a few steps forward, grabbed the soldier and hid. The shells fell densely, regardless of the enemy, bombing.

In fact, it was Wang Yan and his men who were bombarded. The Vietnamese soldiers who were blocking saw the tanks charging at full speed, and many of them ran away, leaving behind the suicide squads that bombed the tanks.

"Communicator!"

After the artillery fire, Wang Yan, who was covered in dust, came out of the trench, and shot and killed the Vietnamese soldiers who took advantage of the situation and ran out again, calling for the communicator.

"Company commander!" The communicator was stunned by the explosion and ran over shaking his head, fortunately he was not injured.

Wang Yan reported another series of coordinates and asked the communicator to contact the artillery to bomb him.

Although it was dark, the trajectory was not difficult to calculate. Wang Yan only needed to know the direction from which it came and estimate a rough angle, and then work it back. It might not be accurate, but it would always be right to bomb two more rounds.

The artillery was specially divided into a part to support Wang Yan, and the distance was not very far. Wang Yan was very sure that the Vietnamese artillery bombardment this time came from the other side of the Red River.

After a while, there was another whistling sound in the sky, but it was our artillery fire. After this round, there was indeed no artillery bombardment for a long time, which was the right place.

At this time, the battle changed from the previous ambush and counter-ambush to street fighting again.

Wang Yan didn't care how the tanks drove and how the matching infantry moved. He took the lead and led his soldiers to start cleaning one room after another, clearing out the remaining enemies in the city. This was a very hard battle.

In the original battle, our army really entered the old street at noon on the 19th. Now it is more than four o'clock on the 18th. This one and a half days in advance is the role of Wang Yan.

In fact, the enemy forces along the way and in the old street are stronger than the original ones. He is more fierce and rushed too fast.

This is because he rested for a long time along the way and took care of the wounded. If not, the six-kilometer distance would not take seven or eight hours to walk, and the enemy would have entered long ago.

Seeing someone flashing in the alley ahead, Wang Yan's hands were faster than his eyes. With a bang, the transferred Vietnamese soldiers were killed.

"Damn it, Vietnamese monkeys are still scaring people." The frightened soldier cursed, continued to hold the gun, and paced carefully.

Unlike the soldiers following behind, Wang Yan was much calmer, holding a gun and walking swaggeringly.

Suddenly, he waved his hand. The soldiers all stopped and saw Wang Yan pointing to the second floor. Without Wang Yan saying much, a soldier deliberately made a sound, smashed the glass with the butt of the gun, carefully observed and flipped in directly.

At the same time, two soldiers stacked up the ladder and lifted one person directly. The soldier used his finger and arm strength to climb directly to the second floor, holding the gun, took out the pistol from his waist, stood by the wall, moved his body carefully, aimed at the Vietnamese soldiers guarding the stairs and shot, killing one person directly.

This shot startled the other two Vietnamese soldiers standing in the corner of the second floor, and they shot at the window without saying a word. It was also at this time that the soldier who flipped into the house quickly stepped on the stairs and solved the battle with two shots.

It was a very simple way to attract attention, but it worked every time. This was to hit the stupid mouth.

Although the Vietnamese army at this time was not weak and had fought in wars, they were not that strong, just like these three Vietnamese monkeys hiding together. When they heard the noise downstairs, they all stayed downstairs. When they heard the gunshots from upstairs, they all turned to upstairs. If they didn't die, who would die?

Street fighting is not easy to fight.

In the final analysis, war is still an economic account. It seems that in the battle of Bachmut, although the Russian army had the intention of containment and consumption, if the additional factors were removed, if they really attacked desperately, they would still let the soldiers fight street fighting and search every corner of the city. Because the cost of pensions for fallen soldiers is relatively small.

The Russian army can certainly raze a city, and their armaments are still sufficient. But the shells to raze a city are too expensive! It is not impossible, but it is impossible.

The city built of reinforced concrete is monotonous and not very aesthetic. In the end, flesh and blood will fill the gaps in it...

Li Jianguo suppressed his pounding heartbeat, controlled his breathing, held the five or six half guns in his hand steadily, and moved step by step against the wall. He held his breath and listened to the movements around him.

Suddenly, he felt something falling over, and he kicked it back out of stress.

Only then did he realize that it was a fucking grenade.

"Lie down."

He roared and fell backwards with the two people following him. Their nerves were highly tense, and they did not stop moving after falling backwards. Instead, they rolled and crawled into the alley, and quickly aimed their guns at both ends.

"Jianguo, this kick is really fucking good." Zhao Zhenbang praised, moving forward while talking.

"It's OK, just a little worse than our company commander."

"You fucking installed it."

But Chen Xiaoguo cursed with a smile, and took out a grenade from his waist and threw it to the place where they were attacked just now.

While they were talking, a Vietnamese soldier had already flashed out to fire, but it just happened to hit the grenade thrown back by Chen Xiaoguo. Everything happened in a flash, and the three soldiers under Wang Yan were chatting and laughing, and launched a counterattack.

Zhao Zhenbang threw a grenade from the other side, and with a bang, he rushed up with his gun without saying a word. He was holding a five-six-charged gun, and he had already opened fire before he saw anyone, and rushed all the way.

In the terms of the game, this is called pre-aiming and gun pressure line. It is indeed useful, the bullets whizzed and swept, and the Vietnamese monkeys dared not show their heads.

At this time, Chen Xiaoguo and Li Jianguo returned to the place where they were bombed just now, and rushed forward quickly, suppressing them one by one, so that the Vietnamese monkeys dared not show their heads. He kept pushing until he turned the corner and threw a grenade inside.

Two Vietnamese monkeys ran out shouting and ran towards Zhao Zhenbang.

Zhao Zhenbang responded casually, "Bang, bang, bang." The two Vietnamese monkeys, who were holding guns and staring at each other, were killed, and the grenade exploded at this time.

Looking at Chen Xiaoguo and Li Jianguo approaching, Zhao Zhenbang, who was stabbing the throats of the two Yuannan monkeys who were not yet dead, smiled and said, "I killed four."

"Humph, why are you competing with us brothers? You should compete with our company commander."

"That's right, why are you showing off."

"Hey, you are just saying sour things. It's okay, there is still a fight to be fought. I just killed two more than you two."

Zhao Zhenbang laughed and sighed again, "But our company commander is really fucking awesome. I'm afraid he must have killed more than a hundred people? Is he still a human being? It sounds scary."

While sighing, the three continued to spread out in battle formation, taking into account all directions...

Wang Yan didn't know that others were talking about him, and he wouldn't care if he knew.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the battle had been going on for more than two hours. He found a six-story building, climbed to the roof, set up a gun, and sniped the enemies he saw from a distance.

The soldiers didn't feel tired, and they swept one room after another. The tanks also drove to the place near the Red River and occupied a favorable position. At this point, the old street has basically been taken down.

It's only a matter of time to eliminate the remaining enemies. Captain Wang's military exploits have added another fierce stroke.

The east is already white, and the breeze in the early morning of February is not so gentle, but it also makes people sober. The water of the Red River flows slowly, blowing waves for the wind. It is a beautiful morning...

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