The battle group of the aircraft carrier "Japan Chicheng" also received a death order: "The withdrawal of the horse to the soil must not be wrong or it will be treated as treason!" Fortunately, the carrier Chicheng is too close to the exclusive economic circle of China’s territorial waters. The nuclear submarines of the South China Sea Fleet dare not start work for fear that a nuclear explosion will turn the exclusive economic circle into death, which will pollute the sea and Nanjing. Otherwise, the Chinese navy will never let them escape back.
At present, all the pressure points to the Soviet Union’s wanton nuclear weapons madness against China. At the same time, NATO unanimously criticized the Soviet Union’s launching of bullets into Chinese cities and said, "The Soviet Union must stop attacking Beijing at once or you will take the responsibility once China starts the nuclear chain!"
The Soviet Union is faced with a dilemma. Stopping the attack is bound to give China a breathing space. Ogarkov and Borrossi Love don’t believe that there is still the possibility of peace between the two countries after the war. Continue to attack China, and the nuclear bomb department will be smashed!
It is fair to say that the revival of the Chinese army’s laser weapons has enabled them to regain their strategic advantage, but it has not helped Beijing’s current dilemma. After all, lasers can’t destroy Soviet tanks and helicopters, nor can they stop a large number of tactical ballistic missiles, let alone Soviet frontline aircraft. The overseas Mongolian army has been thrown out after repeated struggles.
Finally, it hit the Yanshan defense line. In front of it is the magnanimous North China Plain. Hundreds of thousands of troops can assault Beijing in 12 hours. However, China has already proved to the Soviet Union that the nuclear explosion in sasebo is necessary. Can they take the first nuclear weapon or promise the nuclear power not to take the first nuclear weapon? When hundreds of intercontinental missiles soar, the Soviet Union can say goodbye to the world. What’s the point of taking Beijing?
Ogarkov hesitated Borrossi rove thinking hard.
Rows of shells fell from the sky and the explosion wave went straight up to 20 or 30 meters high, and the ground was plowed again. Tons of soil were thrown in half, and then everything was buried with a bunch of messy things. I supported the ground with my hands and kept my chest at a certain distance from the ground for a long time. It was hard to keep this posture, but if I didn’t do this, I would definitely be shocked to death. Just a few soldiers around me lay motionless in the trench, their eyes, nose and mouth were oozing blood, and they were shattered and dirty.
Although I kept a short distance from the ground, the heavy shelling still made me feel as dirty as a river. I don’t know how hard it took me to spit it out. I felt like a small fish struggling in a tsunami. It was thrown around by a huge wave, and the chain of death clung to my neck a little bit, tightening the fear of death. A wave of fear of death came in and made people collapse. Several soldiers jumped out of the trench crying and rushing out. The horse disappeared into the sky and the fragments of helmets splashed down in the fire wall. I was a little envious of them. They were finally freed and we had to continue this shura massacre. For us, the victory or defeat has lost its original meaning. We will not stop fighting if we have a breath and a shot. We can’t see hope now, but we can leave hope to the latecomers. Every time we destroy an enemy, their hope for victory will be one point more and one point less!
It is rare for China and foreign countries to fight to the death for 5,000 years.
The shelling has stopped, but my eardrums are still rumbling. I’m afraid this sound will accompany me all my life. I spit out a mouthful of blood and lifted my body one by one. The mud horse was choked by smoke and dry dust. I tried to pour a few drops of water into the low-paying throat, but the kettle was punctured by shrapnel from somewhere. I threw the kettle with a wry smile and called "Count off!"
There is no response, there is a flame burning in the position, and there is nothing to burn in the position. Now it is mud burning.
A head arched out of the eluvial soil. "Here’s one!" It’s Xiao Guangxi. This guy is still alive and kicking, and the whole position is still struggling with this guy with severe ADHD.
A large area of floating soil was overturned, and Shandong emerged, spitting out a mouthful of dirt and saying, "There is another one here."
I looked around and looked forward to seeing more soldiers arch out of the eluvial soil, but there was no position, and the flames were burning quietly. The tank tracks roared for so long, and the Soviet army attacked six times. The Soviet bodies were surrounded by our positions, and nearly 20 tanks and more armored vehicles were burning. We had already lost all our casualties. How many people could breathe before this round of shelling? Twelve or thirteen?
There are no soldiers left. I have only been the head of the assault team for more than a month, and the remaining two have walked with me from Annan to my current comrades-in-arms. In the past month or so, how many soldiers have changed their names and fallen down in a bloody battle? As the northeast soldier said, their flesh and blood have been integrated into this land and will never be separated.
I wry smile "just a few of us"
Small Guangxi looked at the approaching Soviet tanks and grinned. "Boss, how long do you think the three of us can stop them?"
I said, "Five minutes is the limit." I shook my arm. "I can hardly throw a Grenade."
Shandong threw the heavy machine gun aside. "My fingers are cramping and I can’t pull the trigger."
I set up a rocket launcher and helped me install a rocket. I smiled. "Thank you, good brothers. See you."
He grinned and pulled out the famous machete in the army. "I haven’t cut the head of a Soviet soldier with it for so long. It’s hungry."
Without saying a word, Shandong pulled out the three-edged army spear, and now we have three rockets and two rifle magazines left. When we run out of these ammunition, we should rush to fight bayonets. I just wonder if the Soviet army has the guts to fight hand-to-hand with us.
Lieutenant Colonel Andre stared at the burning highland in front of him, and there was a flame burning in his eyes. This small highland was spontaneously formed by a group of defeated skirmishers, and the defense line actually blocked him for several hours. Small arms repelled him six times and sent him 400 less troops into the body bag! Damn, those Chinese soldiers can’t fight the undead! Repeated attacks and heavy casualties made him a regiment. Colleagues mocked the company and blamed him. There was also some anger that made him feel overwhelmed.
For the seventh time, he squeezed an attack order through his teeth.
Seven tanks and a dozen armored vehicles rushed in under the cover of a large group of infantry, but just then the political commissar rushed in with the wind on his feet and shouted, "Let the soldiers withdraw and stop attacking!" "
Lieutenant Colonel’s eyes are bigger than cow’s eggs. "Stop attacking? What do you mean? In five minutes, I can take that line of defense, dig out the soldiers from the floating soil and send them to the prisoner camp! "
The political commissar said, "The horse stopped attacking. This is the order of the regiment headquarters!" Pass a faint scent newspaper with ink to Lieutenant Colonel. Lieutenant Colonel glanced at it and wrote
According to the latest instructions of the Army Command, the ministries and commissions of Ma Huajun should disengage and retreat for five kilometers, and take precautions.
The last missile fired a MIG-29, the left wing of which was blown up and burst into flames, and the lilac was planted head over head. I felt that my eyes were suddenly bright, and then the dense Soviet fighter planes shot down from the sky with a ray of light. She could see a piece of green carpet ground paved by tanks, which extended to the distant sea beach, meadow, forest and lake, and the vast and beautiful Mongolian prairie appeared. The ten-winged knife was this vibrant land, and now there were rushing armored torrents everywhere. The sea of tanks seemed to have submerged the rivers and mountains of Wan Li, but she didn’t see it with her own eyes.
I don’t know how many times the sand table has appeared in this situation. The General Staff has been re-formulated every few years. It can be said that this time, the wolf has really come and everything is ready to plan. This can’t see the head. The tank is so fragile in front of the sea. If the sand bar is washed away before blocking the torrent of the Yellow River, the Republic will have to start the final plan!
The so-called final plan is crash and burn!
She blinked wearily, and her eyes were hoarse. "Fighter bombers are clear about the ground fire resistance. Strategic bombers are ready to drop bombs …"
A flying wolf came out from behind the J-10 and rushed to meet the fire resistance all over the sky, which made Lilac feel like crying. She remembered that there were 31 flying wolf two-seat long-range fighter-bombers under her command when she set off! These fighter-bombers were finally mobilized by various military regions, and now they are all gone! She took another look at the radar screen, which was coming from all sides. The Soviet fleet had loosened the weapon launch handle, and there were no missiles. There were not even a few rounds of machine guns and shells left. She didn’t pay attention to the oil situation, but it was certain that there was definitely not enough oil in the tank for the fighter to return. Besides, she was tired of playing for so long. All she had to do now was wait and wait.
The missile that belongs to her
Surprisingly, the Soviet pilots didn’t fire missiles again, and the white-hot war came to an abrupt end. The teacher’s voice was anxious through the waves. "Attention, all regiments, it’s over!"
Return?
Lilac blurted out, "Our nuclear bomb hasn’t been launched yet!"
The teacher said, "The plan is to temporarily stop the return of the horse. The tanker has risen to meet you. The horse has returned!"
There was silence in the line, and there was a long breath. A colonel seemed to have lost something and asked tentatively, "Is the war over?"
The teacher didn’t speak
The colonel ga asked, "We lost?"