After the rapid fire, the gun barrel became hot and the artillery group had to stop firing. However, the battle did not end with this, but developed into the second stage.
Before the smoke settled, a dozen Type 63 armored vehicles served as attack arrows. They led dozens of modified 212 jeeps to form an assault fleet and drove out of the city, accelerating towards the enemies outside the city.
As the enemy came from Highway 180 from the south, the assault aircraft group divided into two groups, bypassing the trenches dug in advance and rushing to the front of the first battalion of the enemy's third regiment.
This battalion of the government army only has about 300 people, but it can be regarded as the main force with relatively complete equipment and soldiers. Kulik, the commander of the third regiment, originally wanted to use this main force to completely destroy the city of Merida under the condition of establishing power through artillery fire.
resistance confidence.
Apart from having no tanks, this battalion is almost semi-mechanized and has a lot of armored vehicles. Although the tanks in the battalion are all old French goods, they are very sharp when used to kill people.
It's just that when the commander of this battalion encountered the wide and deep anti-tank trench outside the city, he never expected that he would be bombarded by heavy artillery. By the time he reacted, it was too late.
Almost all the soldiers of a battalion exposed in the wilderness were killed. Only the last hundred or so soldiers under the command of an officer jumped into the anti-tank trench in a hurry to avoid the disaster.
In the earth-shattering artillery fire, everyone felt that death would come in the next second. But when the artillery fire stopped, the remaining enemies' faces were pale with sweat, and their bodies were like chaff.
However, among this group of remnant enemies, there were also those who were prolific in killing people and were not afraid of death. Hearing no movement outside, several officers kicked up the soldiers one by one and cursed them to crawl out of the deep trench.
Returning to the ground, I saw that the battalion that had originally blocked the road was completely disintegrated. The artillery fire blew dozens of armored vehicles and trucks into the sky. Some armored vehicles were directly hit by artillery shells and were blown into pieces on the spot.
, and some are swaying here and there, twisted like a ball of steel twists.
"Count the number of people and reorganize. We have to leave here as soon as possible." The highest-ranking officer stood up and gave the order. A single artillery shell reduced a battalion to a company and destroyed all transportation means. He could only mutter to himself:
"I hope the troops in the city will not pursue us."
But it was impossible not to pursue him.
The reduced battalion had just run less than 300 meters when the sound of engines sounded behind them, from both left and right. The frightened soldiers immediately exploded, some had weak legs and collapsed, and some thought as they stepped forward
escape.
"Don't run away, resist on the spot. Otherwise none of us will survive, and those mud-legged guys won't accept our surrender." Two shots were fired, and the remaining officers of the first battalion shot and killed several deserters, but they looked at the terrain.
But he complained secretly - the surrounding terrain was flat and there was not even a place to hide.
The remaining first battalion of government troops was in a panic, and the assault fleet of the security forces in the city had already attacked. The left and right pincer offensive easily formed a crossfire. The leading 63 armored vehicle simply stopped about 300 meters away, stabilized its body, and fired with heavy machine guns.
An area occupied by the enemy.
The remnant soldiers of the first battalion had long since lost their fighting spirit, and their so-called resistance was even more chaotic. They were unable to withstand the opponent's superior firepower.
Behind the armored vehicle, the mortars from the 212 Jeep also quickly opened fire. One after another, according to the coordinates, the shells formed a barrage and exploded.
The carpet-like smoke covered an area of about several football fields. Finally, when the armored vehicles rushed up to carry out the final clearing, there was no resistance on the ground.
The commander of the assault fleet continued to lead the team forward like a whirlwind. They still wanted to pursue three enemy regiments. After all, the enemy just fled and the main force was still there.
A dozen infantrymen aboard 212 jeeps were left to clean the battlefield. They were asked to find valuable prisoners. But in fact, there were no complete enemies on the battlefield, and even those who were alive were missing arms and legs.
Faced with seriously injured enemies, soldiers of the security army often draw out their bayonets and end their lives. These soldiers are often on the battlefield for the first time, killing people for the first time, and seeing the hell swept by artillery fire and heavy weapons for the first time.
Some people's hands holding bayonets were shaking, and some were nauseated and vomited by the bloody and bloody limbs on the ground. Some people became more determined on the smelly battlefield.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me." A government soldier had a piece of mortar shrapnel stuck in his thigh. He was the least injured at the scene. He fell to the ground and tried to raise his hands, trying to resist the enemy approaching step by step.
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A security soldier with blood on his hands came forward. He squatted down and grabbed his opponent's head. When the bayonet was about to pass through the opponent's neck, he said in surprise: "Leo, you are Leo."
The seriously injured government soldier heard someone calling his name and shouted quickly: "Who are you? Do you know me? Please let me go, I am willing to surrender."
"Let you go?" The knife-wielding security soldier suddenly laughed loudly, "You don't remember who I am, do you? I am Biqi, your neighbor. I have been bullied by you since I was a child, just because you have
A brother who is a loan shark and a gangster."
"Let me go, let me go." The injured government soldier could only hold the enemy's sleeve and chant repeatedly.
The knife-wielding security soldier said coldly: "Have you let Celia go? She grew up with you, but you sent her to a brothel because she borrowed a loan from a gangster. She begged you to give it a few days, but she couldn't.
Have you relented?
Have you let Aunt Terri go? Because she had a fight with you, her seven-year-old son had both legs broken and will be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. You also publicized this everywhere, making everyone afraid of you.
I think you are not easy to mess with.
Have you let me go? You often beat me for no reason, just because it makes you happy. When I come home with a bruised face every day, do you know how uncomfortable I am? I should thank God for letting you fall in love before you die.
In my hands. Now it's my turn to take care of you."
The words of the knife-wielding soldier attracted a crowd of his companions. Some of them were vomiting just now, but now they stood up and shouted: "Take care of him for me, I also have a grudge against this gangster army."
"I suggest starting with his fingers and cutting off his flesh one by one. There was a person in our village who reported on a gang member and had his hand cut off with only bones left."
"You can also burn a fire to roast this guy's legs. I have seen this kind of punishment. It is very painful."
Soldiers from the security forces gathered around one by one, and all kinds of ideas kept popping up. These were all methods used by Mexican gangs in the past. Soon, the gang soldier who was lucky enough to survive let out a shrill scream, and his voice was in his voice.
The soul is twisting and struggling, enduring the pain of being revenged.
Kulik's third regiment lost less than 400 men in the shelling, but the entire regiment was routed due to the shelling. In order to annihilate the main force of this regiment and kill as many of its personnel as possible, Qin Weidong, commanded in Merida, sent out several troops
Rapid assault troops attack along the road.
The number of personnel in the mixed first division of the government army was limited, and one less person died. In order to cut off this unit's way of survival, the W90 heavy self-propelled howitzer with a maximum range of 40 kilometers exerted its super power, directly lobbing from a long distance, all the way
Chasing and bombing the main force of the third regiment that escaped.
The third regiment, which was constantly being bombed, was forced to leave the road and fled into the wilderness in small groups. However, the speed of escape in the wilderness was greatly reduced, and coupled with the lack of logistics, the deserters could not even drink water.
Just one day later, the combat effectiveness of these tired and hungry government soldiers dropped significantly, and more than half of them were wiped out by the security forces or died of exhaustion in the wilderness. Less than 300 people could actually escape, so the three regiments were completely destroyed.
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However, the security forces in Merida City were greatly boosted in morale and fighting spirit because of this battle. Their will to seek revenge kept them going until the end of the bloody battle.