The terrain on the Mexican plateau is really suitable for armored forces to launch attacks. On this solid land there are only a few hills with a relative altitude of one or two hundred meters, and the rest are dotted villages.
Due to the flat terrain and hard soil, tanks can break away from the road and run directly through the farmland. Mexico is suitable for growing corn, but it is generally dry land and there are no paddy fields that would trap armored troops.
Facing a passage that is several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers wide, the defender's flanking and ambush are a joke.
The incoming armored forces can deploy hundreds of tanks on a very wide attack front, racing at speeds of dozens of kilometers per hour and in very dispersed formations. Even large-caliber artillery cannot stop their advance.
After dark, more than 100 M60A3s of the 2nd Armored Division of the "Mexican United Front" served as charge arrows, and more than 300 armored vehicles guarded the sides and rear wings. They used long-range artillery and air force firepower to suppress the attack. More than 10,000 people in the entire division launched the attack.
A wave of armor impact.
When this wave hit the shore like a thunderous wave, the defenders' positions were being bombarded by large-caliber heavy artillery. The fireworks that kept exploding in the darkness indicated that the forward position was completely destroyed. No one could survive here.
If you continue to stay in the fortifications, death is the only outcome.
The earth exploded, mud waves rolled, and violent air waves threw all kinds of debris into the sky. Hundreds of kilograms of fortification components could be blown away. Countless people fled like headless flies in the darkness. They couldn't tell the direction, and they couldn't tell the direction.
Unable to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, we can only risk our lives amidst bursts of explosions...
It's just that a single round of violent shrapnel is enough to cover an area of half a football field, and the unprotected personnel shrouded in it have absolutely no chance of escape. If there are any survivors at this time, they can hide in a corner of a dilapidated fortification and shout to God.
The only thing he can do.
The artillery fire began to extend, and the armored troops had already rushed up. At this time, in the field hospital behind the Zelaya defense line, Rubin, who had suffered a slight concussion due to the shelling during the day, was running around.
In the dark night, there was only the loud noise and light of the shell explosion, and the medical staff were screaming in panic. Rubin was at a loss when faced with this situation. He was constantly pushed and pushed in the dark, and even fell to the ground and knocked several dogs.
Chew mud.
At this time, he had no idea. Rubin couldn't calm down even if he wanted to. He could only stumble and drift with the flow. But after running for a distance, his head suddenly lit up, and there was an extra flare in the sky, and a flare appeared in front of him.
A circle of heavily armed soldiers and an officer.
"No one is allowed to run, pick up weapons and go to the front line." The officer, wearing the uniform of a regiment cadre, waved a flare gun in his hand. The disheveled man shouted viciously: "Anyone who dares to retreat will be executed immediately."
The sudden light caused the running people to stop and look around. The soldiers blocking the road quickly stepped forward and pushed the whole team.
The regimental officer saw Rubin mixed in the crowd, glanced at the rank on his shoulder, frowned and shouted: "Lieutenant, I will give you a chance to make meritorious service and lead these people back to the front. You will die wherever you want."
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The crowd running around in a panic was confused. Rubin himself was even gasping for breath with dry mouth and no consciousness of his own. An old-fashioned Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was soon stuffed into his hand, with only one magazine.
one.
With a gun in his hand, Rubin finally stabilized his spirit. Three months of military training at least gave him some basic literacy. Running around on the battlefield is definitely not a way to survive. The army has not yet been defeated, and he does not want to be defeated.
If the supervising team is killed, they must turn around.
"Follow me, follow me. I am Captain Rubin of the Third Battalion and Second Company. Who will be my orderly? I need two orderlies." Rubin shouted twice, and the soldiers in the supervising team pushed him.
Two people come over.
Then several platoon-level officers were selected and put under Rubin's command, and more than a hundred soldiers who were running around were reorganized into a company. Under the leadership of Rubin, these people turned back and ran around for three months.
The recruit training allows them to retain the most basic sense of obedience.
After running back less than 200 meters, a fire whip came out in the darkness. It was a 20mm machine gun firing. Rubin's team was lightly whipped by this fierce whip.
A dozen people fell down immediately among the running crowd - all of them were shattered into pieces.
"Lie down and spread out." Rubin shouted loudly, and he himself lay on the ground shivering for a long time. When he dared to raise his head, with the continuously lighting flares, he could only see the darkness less than a hundred meters away.
There was a faint armored vehicle parked.
In front of the armored vehicle, an M60A3 tank fell upside down in a trench—a trench three meters wide and two meters deep.
The legion had nothing else but too many construction machinery. The trench diggers had no other skills and dug dozens of kilometers of anti-tank trenches around Celaya.
This kind of trench is covered with camouflage netting, so no one can see anything unusual. However, when a tank is running at high speed, it is easy to fall in accidentally, and it is basically impossible for the tank to get out on its own.
The width of the trench was calculated to ensure that half of the tank's body was stuck, leaving its butt hanging out. It was not feasible to fill the trench with one tank to allow subsequent tanks to pass. This method was enough to delay the attack.
Twenty to thirty minutes.
"Bazooka, rocket launcher, does that bastard bring a rocket launcher?" Rubin shouted loudly on the battlefield where bullets were raining. He knew that the enemy's armored vehicle was protecting the tank that was stuck in the trench, and the enemy must be waiting for the engineering vehicles to come and fill the trench.
tank.
Time is of the essence, that armored vehicle must be killed as soon as possible.
Hearing the company commander's shout, two soldiers with "four-zero fire" responded behind Rubin.
"One row, one row to attract the attention of the armored vehicles from the left. Those with rocket launchers, go around from the right and destroy that armored vehicle first." Rubin had to shout at the top of his lungs, otherwise no one could hear what he was saying.
The order was repeated several times before being assigned. The temporarily formed platoon bravely moved forward under the leadership of the platoon leader. Before they could run out ten meters, the machine gun of the armored vehicle on the opposite side opened fire on them. Someone opened fire on them.
He didn't lie down in time and was beaten to pieces.
What made Rubin even more unexpected was that there were actually more than a dozen mechanized infantry guards in front of the tank. After he launched the attack, more than a dozen guns on the opposite side started shooting, killing and wounding several of his own people.
"Let the second row move forward, throw grenades, and kill those sons of bitches." Rubin, who was lying on the ground, sent an orderly to deliver the order. The soldier was beaten to death within five meters of walking out. He could only remain cold.
Face shouted to the second orderly: "Go on, your job is to deliver the order."
The battlefield is bathed in blood and there is no room for mercy.
Guns and artillery fired on the battlefield. Either they were so frightened that they wet their pants and couldn't walk, or they could only obey mechanically as if they were resigned to their fate. The second orderly rushed out, and Rubin used the semi-automatic rifle with weak firepower in his hand to carry out the attack.
cover
After pulling the trigger a few times, all the bullets in the magazine were gone. Rubin looked at the second orderly who had just ran out, and saw that he had disappeared on the battlefield that was dimming in and out. Not long after, the second row of soldiers
Sure enough, a group of people began to run forward, and after getting close to the enemy, they threw grenades vigorously.
The Type 67 grenade was thrown far away, landed in front of the tank and exploded, inflicting heavy blows on the enemy infantry who were also lying on the ground. Only then did the two shooters of the rocket launcher have the opportunity to find a suitable angle to aim at the armored vehicle behind the tank.
One shooter squatted half-crouched to take aim, and was immediately hit in the head by a stray bullet that came from nowhere. The body fell to the ground. The other shooter lay on the ground and fired, and the shot flew about a hundred meters with a bang.
Just killed that armored vehicle.
Without the armored vehicle's cannon, Rubin cleared away the enemy infantry squad blocking the way in front of the tank. When each soldier followed him and jumped into the anti-tank trench to gasp for air, there were only less than one platoon left who could follow him.
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The others either died or fled again.
Rubin leaned on the mound of soil in the trench and asked himself-what should I do next? How long can I survive?