Ren Ran led a battalion to march hard on the roads in Xining City. It had been almost an hour since they entered the city, but they had only advanced less than 300 meters. The soldiers of the Ma Jiajun Cavalry Division 100 hid in the temporary building.
Bunkers, houses, streets and even trees used all possible means to block the advance of the siege troops.
Although most of the weapons used by the defenders in the city were carbines, machine guns and other light weapons, and almost no heavy weapons. Their crazy life-defying spirit still left Ren Ran and the others scratching their heads. After an hour, their camp was destroyed.
More than sixty people were killed, which made Ren Ran realize for the first time that street fighting with an army that was determined to die was a difficult task.
"Recoilless rifle, destroy that fire point," Ren Ran pointed at a fire point more than a hundred meters away that was spitting out tongues of flame, and ordered loudly.
This Maxim machine gun was set up in a private house 150 meters away in front. At this moment, it was firing desperately at Ren Ran. The 7.92mm bullets hit Ren Ran and they could not raise their heads.
Immediately, three soldiers put down their equipment and began to piece it together. After a while, a 57-caliber recoilless rifle was assembled. The barrel of more than two meters long was pointed forward.
He lay down at an angle of ten degrees, and another soldier immediately opened the bolt door at the back, stuffed the shells and twisted the bolt door again, came behind the operator and patted the operator on the shoulder.
After receiving the signal that everything was fine, the operator adjusted the angle and pressed the trigger at the fire point in front. There was a "swish" sound, a thick smoke flashed past, and a loud "boom" came from the front.
Houses collapsed in the explosion, and machine guns immediately misfired.
Ren Ran nodded with satisfaction. This newly equipped recoilless gun is quite powerful and is a good choice for dealing with fortifications and armored targets. However, the disadvantage is that it is too bulky. The barrel alone weighs nearly seventy kilograms.
The weight, plus the gun mount and ammunition, requires three soldiers to take turns carrying it when marching, and it has to be dismantled after the battle, which is too troublesome.
"Lao Du, how far is Ma Bufang's apartment from here?" Ren Ran called over Mr. Du, who had just surrendered, and asked.
"Sir, Chairman Ma is wrong. Ma Bufang's apartment is in the center of Xining City, about a mile away from here." Du Bantou hurriedly replied.
"Is it possible to take a shortcut?" Ren Ran continued to ask.
"Sir, there is a shortcut, but that road is the focus of the defense of the 100th Division. There are too many firepower points and bunkers for our small number." Du Ban looked at the soldiers around Ren Ran and smiled bitterly. Although he
I didn’t say it, but I still understood the meaning.
"Fuck" Ren Ran couldn't help but swore. When he entered the city, he was afraid that there were too many people and the target would be too big, so he divided the three companies in the battalion into three parts and divided them into three arrows to make a multi-headed advance. He and Liu Jun led the
Leading a company to charge into the city, they unexpectedly encountered the embarrassment of insufficient troops.
"Forget it, I'll take a detour. Safety comes first after all." Ren Ran comforted himself, then waved his hand and continued forward with more than a hundred people.
At this time, Ma Bufang, who was still wearing a long mandarin jacket, was standing in the hall of his apartment. There were dozens of his wives, concubines, and children standing in the hall. Everyone had big and small bags in their hands and looked sad. There were several
The aunt couldn't help crying softly.
Ma Bufang, who was walking back and forth in the hall, turned around and cursed impatiently: "Why are you crying? Howling in mourning! I'm not dead yet."
Listening to the increasingly dense gunfire in the city, Ma Bufang knew that his end was coming, but his will to survive made him unwilling to be killed. So he gathered dozens of his wives, concubines, and children.
, prepared dozens of trucks, filled with gold, silver, treasures, antique calligraphy and paintings that he had collected over the years.
It's interesting to say that although Ma Bufang is known as the rogue general and illiterate chairman, he has a great fondness for famous calligraphy and paintings. He has three study rooms in his apartment specifically to store the antique calligraphy and paintings collected by his people.
Just half a month ago, Ma Bufang had a premonition that the situation was going to be bad and had people load all the valuable things in the apartment onto trucks. However, before the things could be transported away, Chahar's troops blocked the city gate.
Ma Bufang, who was really not willing to let the game end like this today, summoned her last life-saving trump card, the Xining Guard Group.
There are only more than 800 people in the guard regiment, from soldiers to officers and subordinates. They are all members of Ma Bufang's clan, and they can be said to be loyal to him. Ma Bufang's way of leading the army with clan as the bond can be said to be fully reflected in the guard regiment. More than three clansmen
Those who are not in uniform are never allowed to join the guard corps. Therefore, in terms of combat effectiveness, the guard corps may not be the strongest among the Ma Jiajun, but in terms of loyalty, if they are ranked second, no one would dare to be ranked first.
And Ma Bufang did not treat these tribesmen badly. He provided good food and drink to these disciples on weekdays, and he also provided the highest military pay.
"Come here!" Ma Bufang shouted.
A colonel in his thirties strode in from the door. This was Ma Jun, Ma Bufang's nephew, and Ma Bufang's most trusted person. Ma Bufang's guard regiment had always been led by him.
"What's your order, Chairman?" Ma Jun asked with a snap salute.
"Is the team ready? Have you chosen the route?" Ma Bufang asked in a deep voice.
Ma Jun said with some embarrassment: "Now Chahar's troops are everywhere in the city. I can't judge where the attack is weak."
"Alas" Ma Bufang sighed. Surprisingly, he didn't lose his temper but said sadly: "Let's do everything we can to obey fate. When it gets dark tonight, we will all break out of the encirclement and we must fight our way out."
"Yes" Ma Jun quickly walked out and started making arrangements for the retreat.
Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, Ma Bufang slowly walked into the study to prepare.
The fierce fighting was still going on, and it was getting close to dusk. At this time, the city of Xining was full of gunshots and fighting sounds.
"Quickly, speed up." Ren Ran led 80 soldiers from the 1st Battalion and 3rd Company and followed the guide Du Bantou through a street.
"Da da da" suddenly flames poured out from a bunker more than 80 meters away in front. Five or six soldiers walking in front, including Du Bantou, were caught off guard and fell into a pool of blood.
"Click, click, click!" The Maxim machine gun was firing wildly, and the dense bullets hit Ren Ran and the soldiers next to him lying on the ground, unable to even raise their heads.
Hearing the whistling bullets, he was speechless.
It seems that Ren Ran is unlucky. The front of this bunker is made of a black ink stone that is a specialty of the Gobi Desert in Qinghai. This kind of ink stone is famously strong and can be used to make stone tablets that can last hundreds of years.
Not rotten for years.
In fact, when Ren Ran arrived here, it was not far from Ma Bufang's apartment. This was also the last line of defense for Ma Bufang's apartment, so Ma Jiajun was willing to use this expensive inkstone to build this bunker, which was nearly one meter thick.
Facing this almost invulnerable turtle shell, Ren Ran scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously.
"Barracks, let me do it." At this time, a soldier came to Ren Ran with a pack of explosives in his arms and said resolutely.
"Go, go, kid, step aside." Ren Ran glanced at him angrily and waved his hand to drive him away.
I can’t blame myself for being in such a difficult situation. According to Commander Su’s teachings, soldiers were never allowed to carry explosives to blow up bunkers. Commander Su always taught his subordinates that you should wait until the enemy can’t attack you.
In the Chahar army, using weapons that can hit the enemy to attack the enemy and ordering soldiers to carry explosive bags to blow up bunkers is despised in the Chahar army.
"Get out of the way, Brother Kai, everyone else."
When Ren Ran was in trouble, Liu Jun's loud voice came over. Ren Ran took a look and saw that it was Liu Jun coming with two Type 59 tanks, and Liu Jun and his brothers from the first company were following.
Ren Ran and the brothers of the third company were getting angry when they saw him picking up bargains comfortably behind the tank.
"How is the camp? Do you want to help?" Liu Jun's proud voice rang out.
"You son of a bitch, hurry up and blow up the bunker in front of me," Ren Ran said angrily.
"Yes." Liu Jun knew that everything should be done in moderation, but he couldn't be too shy in front of the boss, so he pointed to the bunker in front of him, which was spraying rain of bullets, and made a gesture to the commander who had just popped his head out of the turret.
The commander nodded, retracted his body, and the tank's muzzle suddenly turned towards the direction of the bunker.
"Boom" The sound of the 100-caliber tank gun firing shells was huge. The sound of the gun shocked Ren Ran and others.