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"Everyone is paying attention, checking weapons and ammunition, and getting ready for battle." Battalion Commander Wang Changqing's voice came from the walkie-talkie.
At this time, Zheng Xiaoyou had vaguely seen the buildings in Ulaanbaatar. At this time, a gunshot was heard from the front, which caused the convoy to stop.
"First company, get off the car and search forward." Wang Changqing's voice came from the walkie-talkie.
After receiving the order, the company got off the car one after another and slowly searched forward under the command of company commander Zheng Xiaoyou.
After a while, a simple fortification appeared in the sight of Zheng Xiaoyou and the others, and the figures in the trench could still be vaguely seen.
"Who are you and why are you blocking our way?" Zheng Xiaoyou took a simple microphone made of cardboard and shouted loudly to the front.
"You Han people, get out of our land, you are not welcome here." Zheng Xiaoyou's reply was a blunt Chinese sentence and a loud gunshot.
The sound of gunshots was an order. Zheng Xiaoyou waved the Somi 31 submachine gun in his hand, signaling the first row to the left and the second row to move forward slowly to the right.
When the people in the trenches saw the Han formations in front spread out and formed an attack formation, they knew that it was impossible to scare away the Han troops. With the order given, the people in the simple trenches started firing.
"Shooting" Zheng Xiaoyou was not polite when he saw the opponent firing. The six mg34 machine guns in the company sprayed bullets at the opponent like water, hitting the opponent so hard that he couldn't even lift his head.
"Damn it, the firepower of the butlers is too strong, we can't hold it back." Valtai, the captain of the palace guard, pointed an 1891 Mosin-Nagant rifle at him and huddled in the trench without even daring to raise his head.
The steward of the palace who carried it said.
"Walter, don't forget that you have more than a thousand guns, but there are only more than a hundred Han people on the opposite side. If you can't even deal with such a small number of people, how can you live up to the prince's high hopes for you?" Although the butler's face turned pale with fright.
Qing, but he still held on and said to Walter.
Said, the opponent's machine gun firepower is so fierce, but we don't even have a machine gun. How do you want me to fight? The battle depends on the number of people. If this is the case, let's stop fighting. We can all stand up and count the heads to determine the outcome.
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Walter cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to evacuate the team without authorization. He could not afford this responsibility. He could only bite the bullet and order his men to fire back as hard as they could.
"Whoosh..." Several slight whistling sounds came over, and several "boom" explosions sounded in the trench, splashing the soil all over Valta's body.
"Ah, my legs..." A scream sounded next to Walter. It turned out that a guard had his legs broken by the explosion.
"Okay, maintain the current speed and continue firing." Zheng Xiaoyou was directing Lian Li's four 60 mortars to bombard the opponent's fortifications.
The "boom boom..." bombardment continued, and finally someone couldn't hold on any longer. One of the escorts threw away his gun and ran back as hard as he could.
There was a "pop" of gunfire, and the escaping man was shot dead. Everyone saw that the Tokarev pistol in the hand of the pale-faced butler was smoking.
"The prince has ordered that anyone who dares to escape from the battle will be shot on the spot." The butler shouted loudly, waving his pistol and panting.
Under the supervision of the housekeeper, the escape of the convoy was finally stopped. The convoys poked their heads out of the ditch from time to time and fired guns randomly.
"Damn it, order the mortars to speed up their firing and the machine guns to increase their firepower. Cover the attacks of the first and second rows." Zheng Xiaoyou directed the troops to advance slowly.
Under the cover of machine guns and mortars, the first and second platoons finally advanced to thirty meters in front of the position.
At this time, without the officer's order, the soldiers took out grenades and threw them into the trenches in front. Smoke rose with the sound of explosions, and the soldiers took the opportunity to jump into the trenches.
At this time, the power of the Somi 31 submachine gun was immediately apparent. In the narrow trench, the power of the submachine gun was maximized. The soldiers automatically advanced alternately in two combat groups per squad.
The dense crowd of escorts in the trench became the best target. The 9x19mm Parabellum pistol bullets sprayed flames at a speed of 700 rounds per minute.
Under the fire of Somi submachine guns, the guards finally couldn't hold on any longer and began to flee one after another. The housekeeper could no longer shoot the deserters because he had just been blown into two pieces by a shell.
Vartai was finally able to escape without supervision. Seeing the leaders fleeing to death, the escort finally collapsed. Under the harsh Mongolian words of "surrender without killing", they all raised their guns.
Top of head.
The battle lasted for nearly half an hour before it ended. When Wang Changqing came to the position, the soldiers of the first company were already cleaning the battlefield.
"Reporting to the battalion commander, a total of 127 enemy people were killed and 562 prisoners captured in this battle. The weapons and ammunition are being counted. We have sacrificed three people, seriously injured six people, and lightly injured 15 people. Report completed.
, First Company Commander Zheng Xiaoyou.”
"Well done, order the troops to leave one platoon to guard the prisoners and take care of the wounded, while the others continue to look forward to the future." Wang Changqing returned the salute and ordered.
"yes"
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