The situation is extremely unfavorable to the revolutionary army. The revolutionary army''s defensive positions on the West Bank of the upper reaches were quickly broken by mercenaries. Many officers and soldiers drank too much liquor the day before and became prisoners before they sobered up. The Powerful Mercenary corps, like an invincible steel knife, quickly swept up some important strategic counterattack positions of the revolutionary army on the West Bank upstream, and then approached the turbulent laniu ferry from the front.
When the mercenary Corps came to the riverside, they chose laniu ferry as a breakthrough to drive the local people to build many bamboo rafts, pile up sandbags, and carry heavy and heavy machine guns to cross the river. The revolutionary army on the other side blocked the river with dense heavy machine guns, sank several scattered bamboo rafts, and the Gurkha soldiers did not show weakness. They organized dense heavy machine gun fire on the West Bank.
The battle of crossing the river was extremely fierce. Colonel Badan did not know where to get a group of submachine boats. The boats were equipped with diesel motors, and the hull was covered with steel armor, just like a tank in the water. With the roar of the motor and the boiling of the river, the waves were white. In a twinkling of an eye, the first group of mercenaries landed successfully and set up beachhead positions on the east bank.
Lao Qin described to me how the Gurkha soldiers fought: they fought fiercely and were not afraid of death. The key point was that they were good at fighting, and their individual ability was strong, which was far from comparable to that of the old Burmese soldiers As soon as they landed, they scattered like ants, hid in the trees and rocks, and infiltrated into the position under the cover of the terrain.
They are as flexible as monkeys, or as countless shadows. You can''t hit him, but he often plays in vain When you are still in doubt and think you are seeing things, they touch the front of the position and wave their long sword without a word. "
The mercenaries took a foothold by the river, consolidated their beachhead positions and forcibly tore open our defense line. The revolutionary army was defeated and the riverside positions were lost.
At this time, Lao Qin and I, who had just entered the position, happened to meet the critical moment of failure in front of us: the defeated soldiers were as irresistible as the breach of a flood, people threw away their armor, officers could not find their subordinates, and soldiers could not find their officers, and many recruits even threw away their guns and bullets in order to escape.
In a word, everyone is running for their lives. Failure spreads everywhere like a plague. The devil of death chases the defeated soldiers closely and drowns them in a terrible pool of blood.
In a word, this is a tragic scene. Once the army collapses, it is difficult to save it. That''s what it means.
At this time, an unimaginable scene appeared. Lao Qin snatched a machine gun from the guard''s hand, slapped on the bullet, and ferociously ordered the people around him: "shoot Shoot to kill
I can''t believe my ears, because this command is not directed at the enemy, but at my comrades in arms, the defeated soldiers who fight so hard that they can easily escape the enemy''s clutches.
I can''t imagine being killed by my own people. But I understand that survival is human instinct. No one wants to die. Soldiers'' desire to survive on the battlefield is legitimate.
But at this time, I can''t stop Lao Qin from doing anything, because it''s on the battlefield of life and death.
But on the contrary, who is responsible for the failure? As a commander, no one is willing to order to shoot his own soldiers, because no one wants to be a sinner through the ages. I believe Lao Qin is very aware of his own risks. The credit of his life may not be equal to an eternal curse. He never does not want these soldiers to survive. The problem is that once they are defeated, no one will survive.
In this sense, desertion and shooting are both forced, both battlefield behaviors, and both out of no choice. Therefore, I understand the dilemma of soldiers.
So I saw with my own eyes that the guards around Lao Qin immediately shot at the defeated people, killing and injuring countless defeated soldiers on the spot. The corpses of the dead are everywhere, and the cries of the wounded are endless, which is no different from a bloody massacre.
But I didn''t take any measures to stop it at this time. I don''t know if I was Lao Qin. If I had such rich combat experience, I would have done the same.
The great rout stopped miraculously, the landslide was stopped, and the soldiers returned to the front line.
The position was finally held and the battle was temporarily in a stalemate.
When the guard stumbled back to the headquarters, Lao Qin cried on the ground, pulled out his pistol and tried to commit suicide. Fortunately, he was captured by me in time.
Li Zhonglie was pacified and all the dead were treated equally.
"Although it''s cruel and cruel, I think the chief of staff is right to do so But it takes a lot of courage and courage Standing outside the headquarters, Li Shun said to me.
I looked at Li Shun and didn''t speak for a long time.
At this time, another emergency came: in the northwest, another brave Kachin army was also on the way.
On this side of the Western battlefield, Lao Qin was left to continue commanding. Li Shun and I went directly to the northwest battlefield.
Before departure, good news came from the special operations unit. One of their units found the abandoned military airport, blew up two planes parked there and damaged the runway. At the same time, another unit took off the enemy''s heavy artillery position and blasted those cannons into a pile of scrap iron. There were no casualties in the special operations unit and it will return to its position soon.This makes us all feel more gratified.
Then Li Shun and I went directly to the battlefield on the northwest line, where we were confronting the Kachin army.
Lao Qin and I had some introductions about the Kachin people and their army.
With the money lured by wood behind the scenes, such a strange looking Kachin expeditionary army appeared in the Golden Triangle: the soldiers on the mountain top were bare armed, their heads were wrapped in black handkerchiefs, their skin was black, their chests were crossed and slung with bullet bags, and their machine guns were hanging on their muscular shoulders.
Except for officers, most of the soldiers wear silver collars around their necks, which is a traditional ornament for gods to protect their safety. They don''t wear pants, but wear a cage train. Besides rifles, they are also used to carrying bows, arrows and knives.
At the beginning of the battle, the soldiers at the top of the mountain quietly killed the guards of the revolutionary army with bows and arrows, and the commandos skilfully jumped up to the roof like Bobcats, shooting at the people in the house with various weapons. When the panic stricken revolutionary army retreated, they were all brave and unstoppable. Everywhere the forest became a net of death. No matter where the Revolutionary Army soldiers fled, they would encounter cold guns, poisonous arrows or cold shining Kachin knives.
Like the God of vengeance, the hilltops annihilated the soldiers of the revolutionary army. They cut off the heads of the soldiers of the revolutionary army to cheer for victory. The forests and mountain ravines that blocked the sky became the graves of the soldiers of the revolutionary army.
Further upstream, on the West Bank of the river, the revolutionary army occupied an important highland of strategic defensive significance, where soldiers of a company were stationed. Unexpectedly, under the attack of the Kachin army, a company of the revolutionary army was wiped out before they could resist. Many people lost their lives before they could see the enemy clearly.
Kachin soldiers are good at mountain fighting. They skillfully use terrain to attack. Sometimes they jump from behind trees, sometimes they climb from seemingly insurmountable cliffs. Even ancient bows, arrows and swords have become their best weapons for jungle fighting.
Often without a sound or even knowing where the enemy came from, the Han people fell to the ground and died. The revolutionary army had to throw away its position and retreat to the East Bank of the river.
The Kachin soldiers made a successful start, and the forward was close to the dangerous Yingzui ferry.
Compared with the Western battlefield, which is in fierce fighting, the northwest battlefield is relatively calm.
The commander of the battlefield is a young man. He commands calmly and waits for work with ease. Lao Qin gave him the task of sniping the Kachin soldiers and forbidding them to cross the river to threaten the flank of the western line. He placed his team on the Bank of the river, tens of kilometers along the river. All ferries, big and small, were blocked, and all the rafts and ferries were sunk. Relying on the deep and swift river, he confronted the Kachin soldiers across the river.
This is a strange war, or no war on the northwest line. During the day and night, the sound of gunfire seemed to remind people that there was a war here, but the war was cut off by the river, so there was no fierce face-to-face fighting and confrontation for the time being.
Li Shun and I now know that the Kachin soldiers are good at fighting in the jungle. The forest is their home, and the only obstacle in front of them is the river. Once they cross the river, it''s like releasing leopards from their cages, leading poisonous bees out of their honeycombs, and the dense tropical rain forest and the soft vines that open like a big net become the hiding places for the Kachin soldiers.
The upstream of this river is the Nujiang River in Yunnan. The Nujiang River rolls down from the Qinghai Tibet Plateau, meeting hundreds of rivers and splitting valleys. Because the golden triangle is a plateau terrain, the Salween river is surrounded by canyons, reefs, waves and roars. People and animals need to cross the river at several smooth ferries. They are carried by large rafts and towed by steel cables. They can only cross the river slowly in the daytime.
The Kachin soldiers mobilized migrant workers to cut down Dendrocalamus giganteum and build many bamboo rafts. At night, many fires were set up along the river for camping.
Obviously, there will also be a big war here.
On the eve of the war with the Kachin people, Li Shun and I went out of the headquarters to observe the enemy situation.
We raised our binoculars and saw those mountain soldiers from the northern tribes on the other side of the river eating and drinking around the fire. Many people played harmonica, beat elephant foot drum and danced national sword dance, as if celebrating the annual "monao song" festival.
Li shunchong gave me a smile. It seemed that he was very happy. He then gave the order to the mortars, and soon there was a light sound of mortar rotation in the trees.
At night, the fire is the most obvious target of shelling. Kachin people are all good hunters, but they are not necessarily good soldiers because they have never received military training.
I raised my telescope and continued to look across the river.
A few minutes later, a test shot came down from the sky with a sharp whistle, deviated from the target and fell behind the mountain. The fierce explosion surprised all the mountain soldiers. They all straightened their necks and looked at a loss, as if they didn''t know why there was thunder in the sky.
The ensuing shells corrected the soldiers'' understanding of modern war in time. The shells accurately landed on the fire, huge fireballs rose, the forest burned, and the bodies that had been blown apart hung upside down on the branches like kebabs.
Mortar Gunners are like pupils who are afraid of failing the exam. They show off their shooting skills in front of the officer. As a result, the night sky is red by the fire, the shells are screaming and tearing the air, death chases the unfortunate Kachin people from the air, and the huge roar of shells is rolling over the river.
To be sure, this night is definitely the beginning of a disaster for the Kachin warriors on their expedition to the golden triangle. For the first time, the tribal nations who are good at using bows, arrows, swords and gunpowder guns are shrouded in the shadow of modern war, just like the myth handed down by their ancestors: before the warriors see the devil, they are blown up by lightning falling from the sky.