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Volume 1: On the Songhua River Chapter 1855: The Longest Day (Part 1)

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    When General Kulykin's order was conveyed to the frontline tank troops, the bomber formation of the Northern Flying Group had already appeared over the Selenga River.

    Major General Wang Qingshan, commander of the 1st Infantry Brigade of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard, commanded the soldiers in the 2nd Regiment and 1st Battalion. They fought very hard. Perhaps he was inspired by the follow-up troops who continued to board the south bank. The Soviet soldiers'  The attack became more and more fierce.

    Wang Qingshan no longer had a reserve team in his hands. A regiment behind Luanshi Mountain also entered the battle according to the order of division commander Tang Qiuli. Everyone in the brigade took up arms and went to the forward position, and the battle continued.  It has reached a fever pitch.

    Everyone in the first brigade could only see the Soviet soldiers coming in a steady stream. They almost instinctively pulled the trigger and poured bullets onto the attacking Soviet soldiers. In the air, they could only hear the whistling of bullets flying.  There were shouts, a series of grenade explosions, and a choking smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. The Soviet soldiers rushed forward one after another. Those in front were knocked down by bullets, and those behind rushed up on the corpses of their companions. The corpses were spread out.  The beach is full.

    The casualties of the first brigade increased sharply. The few remaining light and heavy machine guns could not show their heads at all. Just after firing a dozen bullets, they were immediately suppressed by the fire of several Soviet tanks. The light and heavy machine guns and shooters were hit by the shells.  It exploded to pieces, making the soldiers hate their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

    Wang Qingshan put on a new magazine and took a moment to glance at the other bank. On the river, the Soviet assault boats were still approaching the south bank quickly. He suddenly discovered that it was the Soviet tanks arrayed unscrupulously on the north bank. They began to panic, and their buttocks began to panic.  With green smoke rising from behind, one car after another turned around and ran north.  He suddenly realized that the plane supporting the troops was coming.

    Looking up at the sky, he saw his own fleet of aircraft flying over in darkness. Wang Qingshan felt as if he was moving a huge boulder. He became extremely relaxed. He turned around and saw that there was a hidden heavyweight in the trench on the left.  machine gun.  He hurriedly asked a few guards to help, put the heavy machine gun on the fortification, and said to the guards around him: "You just press the bullets for me, now it's better, there are no more tanks. I'll give it a good shot!"

    "Wow" he pulled the bolt of the gun and spit into the palm of his hand.  Pull the trigger hard.  "Ta-ta-ta!" The heavy machine gun, which had been silent for a long time, whistled briskly, and bullets were fired at the attacking Soviet soldiers like raindrops. The condescending, intensive firepower became the pillar of a battalion's position.  At that time, the Soviet soldiers were suppressed, and the f¨£ngfo was inspired by the brigade commander to hide the light and heavy machine guns.  Joined the shooting ranks.

    The Soviet soldiers could no longer attack. The ** division position was so close that it seemed that they could reach out and touch it. However, even within this short distance of a few dozen meters, there was a chain of submachine guns, rifles and grenades.  The fire net, the dense bullets, the whizzing and flying shrapnel, shredded everything caught in the fire net. If they hadn't seen the grenades flying out of the trench in front, the Soviet soldiers would have almost had the illusion that there were thousands of them.  Thousands of mortars are firing!

    Now, the defenders' light and heavy machine guns have joined the fire attack. Although the number is not large, it is a catastrophic blow to the Soviet troops with dense offensive formations. The Soviet soldiers in front support  Unable to hold on any longer, the corpses of their companions lay before their eyes, and the bright red blood stimulated their nerves. The few light and heavy machine gun firepower of the first brigade became the last straw that broke the nerves of the Soviet soldiers.

    Like the ebbing water, the Soviet soldiers turned around and retreated. Wang Qingshan shouted: "Mortar! Quick, mortar, I am chasing these bastards and knocking out the Soviet firepower on the river beach."  Lose!"

    f¨£ngfo was in response to Wang Qingshan¡¯s call. The Northern Flying Group¡¯s bomber group dropped heavy aerial bombs on the Selenge River and on the Soviet positions on the north bank. ¡°Boom, boom, boom!¡± A huge plume of smoke.  , mixed with soil, flew into the sky, and thick water columns rose up from the river. Fragments of Soviet assault boats and the broken arms of Soviet soldiers were mixed in the water columns.

    The escorting fighter formation separated some fighter jets to shoot at the Soviet troops on the river beach, causing mud to splash on the river beach. The bodies of the Soviet soldiers were almost torn under the large-caliber machine gun bullets. In Outer Mongolia  The border guards blocked the position. At the dangerous moment, the appearance of the bomber group gave the soldiers the greatest encouragement. The veterans who were excited to fight put down their submachine guns, picked up their rifles, and took a leisurely and precise shot.

    Wang Qingshan exhaled the air mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke from his lungs and slumped down in the trench. He was afraid that if the bombers hadn't arrived in time, the position would have been unlikely to be broken through. However, the price paid for this,  It will be huge. Perhaps one battalion includes the entire first brigade. In order to repel this Soviet attack, it is possible to use up more than half of the troops.

    ??Wang Qingshan took out the cigarette from his pocket with trembling hands. After lighting it, he took a long puff of it, letting the smoke circulate in his lungs. He exhaled it happily and let out a satisfied "hum". He had just taken a few puffs.  , the first battalion commander, with a face blackened by gunpowder smoke, ran over happily and said: "Brigadier Commander, the Soviet army has been repelled by us. I request to bring the first and second companies to counterattack, maybe we can  Drive the Soviet troops on the river beach into the river!"

    Wang Qingshan glared at the battalion commander fiercely and said: "I said, why don't you make progress! Counterattack? Is this the time to counterattack? Our fighter jets are shooting at Lao Maozi's troops. As soon as you help in, they still  How to fight? That is not a delay, it is equivalent to saving the lives of Soviet soldiers. Besides, look at how many soldiers you still have. Can you fight back? Hurry, treat the wounded, replenish ammunition, and repair the fortifications.  We can¡¯t rely on airplanes always flying over our heads!¡±

    The first battalion commander grinned and went to make arrangements in embarrassment. Wang Qingshan looked at the Soviet soldiers staggering on the river beach, beaten by machine gun bullets from fighter jets. He thought with regret: "It's a pity that the Soviet beachhead is so far away from us."  The position is too close. Otherwise, if the bombers drop bombs, the Soviet army's foothold will no longer exist. The next battle will be much easier to fight. The Soviet troops are right under their noses. After all, they are not alone.  thing!"

    The bombing continued, and the Soviet troops of the second attacking wave who were still crossing the river were severely damaged. The bombs almost turned the river into a pot of boiling water. The three regiments were almost wiped out, while the two scattered and concealed Soviet troops were  The tank brigade, with hundreds of tanks, was not much better. As they were looking for shelter, bombs fell from the sky. One tank after another was overturned, and then exploded and caught fire, sending out billowing smoke.

    The German-made "Stuka" dive bombers prepared by the Northern Flying Group of the ** Division are known as "tank killers." The disaster for the Soviet tank troops has come. In fact, General Kulykin ordered the tank troops to disperse and hide, and evade  When the air strike was ordered, a fatal mistake was made. On the front line of more than 20 kilometers long, tanks were deployed at every attack point, and the Soviet air defense troops were evenly distributed in one place to shoulder the task of air defense.

    However, once dispersed and concealed, the anti-aircraft firepower could not take care of all directions. Colonel Huang Manliang, commander of the First Bomber Regiment of the Northern Flying Group of the ** Division and commander of the air formation, also discovered this. Therefore, he assigned the four fighter regiments to  , divided into several formations, avoiding the Soviet air defense firepower network, and specifically bombing the scattered and hidden Soviet tanks, achieving maximum results at the minimum cost.

    The bombers of the ** Division, in groups of two, chased the Soviet tanks and accurately dropped bombs on the tanks. The north bank of the Selenge River, from the river beach to the depth, became a boiling battlefield, with continuous explosions and smoke.  Diffuse, black smoke pillars floated to the south bank with the northwest wind, shrouding the entire battlefield in a choking and confusing smoke.

    In the Selenge River frontline headquarters of the Outer Mongolia Border Guard, Meng Zhaoxu, chief of the operations section, stood on a high ground in front of the shelter, holding a telescope to observe the battlefield situation. After a while, he turned back to the staff officer beside him and said: "  Immediately report to the division headquarters that our bomber group has severely damaged the Soviet attack force across the river, as well as the Soviet tanks that suppressed the firepower of our troops. However, there are still a large number of Soviet troops occupying the foothold on the river beach. "

    More than an hour later, the bombers of the Japanese division returned. General Kulykin was hiding in the shelter, his face was ashen, and the knuckles of his fingers were cracking. He failed. Yes, he was about to win the victory.  He even ordered his staff to prepare a telegram to the General Staff to report the good news of breaking through the Selenge River defense line of the Japanese Army. However, the damn Chinese planes appeared and shattered everything.

    That telegram was lying alone on the shell box, seeming to be laughing at myself. A staff officer came over quietly, looked at the commander's cloudy face, and carefully put away the telegram.

    General Kulykin also knew that the casualties of the troops would not be small, especially the tank troops, which had almost become a living target for the ** division bombers, but he was powerless. The military air force had just fought a bloody battle with the ** division aviation and suffered losses.  It was so huge that it was unable to seize air supremacy, and could only allow the aircraft of the Army Division to wreak havoc, as well as the three infantry regiments crossing the river. Before being forcibly escorted into the shelter by the guards, he saw with his own eyes the scene of flesh and blood flying across the river.

    At this moment, General Kulykin was more eager than ever for powerful air force support to arrive as soon as possible.

    Looking at my watch, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon on September 21st. Those damn Chinese planes had already returned. What I was left with was helplessness and unwillingness. It was a devastated battlefield and troops that suffered heavy losses. After a while,  , Chief of Staff Zirnenko, will come to report the losses of the troops, although this is the report he least wants to hear.

    (To be continued) (To be continued)
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