Chapter 875 Drawing the ground as a prison
Although Zang San was panicked, he was not completely unprepared. It was just that they were cut off from information.

No matter how panicked the command force was, the subordinate troops still sent out reconnaissance forces in an attempt to find out the movements of our army.

But we came too quickly and didn't give them any time to react. Even a unit with such initiative probably didn't have enough time to organize and prepare.

With this limited reconnaissance force, they would almost always run into our people not long after they had gone out, and almost no effective intelligence feedback was formed.

The only thing we know is that Mr. Dong seemed to have stopped a certain distance away from his own artillery position. Zou San has his own explanation for this.

"Haha, they are afraid. They are afraid of our artillery. You see, this is what I said. We can find a way to hold on. As long as our reinforcements arrive on the other side of the river, they will be scared away."

The head of the division's tactical command who was left here was very optimistic about things at this time.

He was not pretending to be calm to cheer up his men, but he really thought so, and it was difficult for him to remain calm.

In their opinion, as long as they think about it, God will use various methods to help them accomplish this task. As for themselves, they just have to sit and wait.

Not to mention him, even the mid-level general in their highest defense agency who is responsible for fighting against us has probably the same idea.

"General, the situation may not be so optimistic. Before the battle of the Western Brigade began, we couldn't see any of their heavy firepower deployments in our field of vision. However, they destroyed all our heavy firepower positions within half an hour." This was someone who escaped from the Western Brigade.

"No, no, no, you only have one artillery battalion over there, but here, we have a whole artillery regiment! They will surely tremble under the threat of our artillery and dare not take another step forward."

Inspired by this optimistic mood, they did not even make any further arrangements, but left the artillery there, waiting for our comrades to enter their preset strike area before they could open fire.

They had no ability to scout in depth, but they could still see the pre-set strike area. Because their artillery could not fire very far, setting up two observation posts on the hilltop was enough.

However, the development of things will never go according to the ideas of dreamers, or it can be said that this kind of luck is not as common as the good things like the Citigroup and the Russians joining forces to dismantle John Bull.

At twelve o'clock, although they could not see our position, they could see dense rockets falling on their position.

These rockets are like the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons in the Hall of Hell, the Black and White Impermanence, wantonly reaping the enemy's lives, equipment, weapons and fortifications.

There were no ordinary people in the front line positions, but at their artillery positions, bullets rained down with great accuracy.

The enemy had no time to react and didn't know what was happening before they heard a series of "Woo-woo" sounds coming from the sky. Then some of them flew into the sky along with the sand and stones, while the rest were busy looking for hidden fortifications on the position.

If there was a crater, no matter how shallow, they would jump in, and then either cover their heads or stick out their buttocks, while some would put their hands together and pray.

It is well known that it is unlikely that two shells would fall into one crater.

The Tu-4 was flying in the sky, observing the ground below with large white light reconnaissance equipment.

The weather is good today, with only high-level clouds, which is extremely beneficial for the Tu-4's white-light observation equipment.

"The strike was very effective. The enemy's No. 3 artillery position is quite large, and the impact points of the last round were quite concentrated. Move the aiming point X degrees east and fire another round."

"The enemy's forward position No. 1 has begun to flee, extending kilometer to the southeast. Another round of fire."

"..."

The Tu-4 special forces were in the sky, and the scouts were on the ground, complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses, forming a simple but effective network, and jointly directing the artillery fire.

The artillery soldiers on the ground each performed their duties, some aiming, some loading ammunition, and turned their anger towards the invaders over the past few years into artillery shells and fired them at the enemy.

Every round of our artillery fire seemed to have eyes, chasing the enemy's footsteps. This is an old tradition. When we were fighting the American devils on the peninsula, our artillery was called "having eyes" by the enemy. It's just that now these eyes have better vision.

The enemy artillery was suppressed by our rocket launchers using their range advantage and destroyed in large numbers under the guidance of the air and ground. They did not play any role and were almost completely wiped out.

The few remaining fish that escaped the net completely lost the courage to fight. They dropped their weapons and fled westward in panic.

To be honest, if it were on a plain, it might not have such a good effect, as the artillery on the plain could be dispersed. However, this is a mountainous area, a high and cold mountainous area with an altitude of 3000 to 4000 meters. There are few tracts of land that can be used as artillery positions, and the difficulty in transporting heavy weapons also makes it impossible for the enemy to disperse the artillery. Instead, they have to concentrate them in a relatively narrow area in an organized manner in the traditional way.

Setting that density, in our opinion, would be somewhat contrary to the maximum density restrictions in our artillery manual.

If we concentrate our forces, it will be much easier to fight.

While the rocket launchers were showing off their power, our main attack teams, carrying weapons and almost no water, set out from their positions and began to infiltrate and divide the enemy. The area where the enemy could run was only five kilometers wide and ten kilometers long. There was no need to lead them in such a small area. The comrades in the kitchen team would do a good job.

"Surrender your weapons and we won't kill you!" Two soldiers raised their guns and pointed them at a group of enemies fleeing in front of them.

The enemy did not resist. He immediately dropped his gun, raised his hands, and had a pleading look on his face.

The soldiers rushed forward, kicked the enemy's guns aside, picked up their bayonets and drew a circle.

"Stay in here! Out, Die!! Take gun, Die!" The soldiers' English level was very average. They only knew these few sentences and the translator taught them. I don't know if they remembered them correctly.

Seven or eight enemies seemed to understand, nodded frantically, walked into the circle and sat down together, their hands still raised above their heads.

The soldiers drew a unit number outside the circle. In the distance, they could vaguely see follow-up troops approaching. They had no time to stay here and turned around to continue their assault on the enemy's position.

The comrades from the follow-up troops caught up and glared at the dirty guys in the circle. One comrade blurted out a sentence in his hometown dialect: "Fuck you, you're still messing around with Journey to the West."

After the artillery regiment's positions were destroyed, the enemies quickly retreated and fled to their own infantry positions in the rear, but this did not help the combat effectiveness of their infantry positions.

Artillery regiments have fewer men and even fewer guns than equivalent infantry units, and this is the same all over the world.

The artillery unit that originally captured the enemy's western brigade commander was almost a company's artillery unit, and they only had about ten rifles. With these ten rifles, they captured the enemy's brigade commander. However, in this time and space, the enemy brigade commander was killed by a grenade attached to the rifle.

These panicked and distraught enemies will not only fail to enhance the combat effectiveness of the infantry positions, but will affect their normal combat.

It is no exaggeration to say that 100 elite soldiers who work together and obey orders can drive away thousands of mobs.

The enemies in the infantry position finally understood what the people who escaped meant when they said "everyone has a cannon".

As soon as the battle started, the light and heavy machine guns and the secret passages in the bunkers were spewing flames. Often, before people could even see them, a shell flew in from nowhere and blew off their covers, blowing off their brains.

It's not that they didn't have cross fire. By the time they turned their guns around, the Dong people in that place had already moved away. Instead, they themselves exposed their position by opening fire, and were sent into the sky by a shell flying from nowhere.

Relying solely on garrisoning firepower points without any proactive means of attack such as counterattack, the chances of holding on to a well-prepared and adequately manned attack are actually not very high.

Things will get even worse if the attacking side has high morale, superb skills and tactics, and has a large amount of siege firepower with a range of more than 150 meters.

Some enemies couldn't stand this situation and began to abandon their bunkers and firing points and flee frantically.

In response to their behavior, our soldiers said, hey, why are you so polite?

For this kind of enemy, gun-mounted grenades are more effective than bazookas!

After all, the range of the gun-mounted grenade to kill personnel is as high as 400 meters, which is farther than the 61 fire! And it can hit the indirect trajectory, which is better than the 61 fire in some places.

More importantly, the amount of ammunition this thing can carry is not comparable to that of the 61 fire. Soldiers equipped with gun-mounted grenade launchers do not carry 61 fire at all, but carry a bunch of this thing.

For small groups of enemies, the 61mm grenade has overflowing firepower and is still very useful. Not to mention exchanging one for several, even if one grenade can injure one enemy, it is pure profit.

Regardless of whether they heard the enemy rustling in the woods or saw them hiding in the sandy hills, the soldiers who heard the noise would fire a grenade at them and then fire a few bursts of shots with the 61 assault rifles.

These bursts of fire are not necessarily intended to kill people, but to tell the other side that the previous shot was not a stray bullet, but that we have discovered you. Don't run. If you behave yourself, you may have a chance to survive.

Basically, all that’s left to do is to rush over and shout “surrender your guns and you won’t be killed” to see whether they live or die.

Seeing that the battle was doomed to fail, quite a number of the enemies simply took the initiative, threw away their guns, and walked out with their hands raised high.

I won’t pretend anymore, I’m voting!

As the saying goes, “Once the thought of surrender arises, the world suddenly seems wide open.”

The soldiers took the surrendered enemy aside and started drawing circles again.

At this time, the explosive packs that had been used till now began to take effect.

(End of this chapter)