Chapter 3: The Bloody Battle of Dushan Town 2
Braving the rain and snow, as well as fatigue, with the pleasant prospect of drinking a mouthful of hot soup, the troops quickly approached Dushan Town. None of them had any idea that an intense battle that would determine the fate of this small Red Army was about to unfold. They just kept dragging their frozen numb feet, wearing clothes that were easily penetrated by the howling northwestern wind, and moving forward towards their destination.
At this moment, Dushan Town was in a state of tense silence as if a great war was about to begin. The houses in the town were still made of stone and brick commonly used near the Dabie Mountains. In the midst of rain and snow, one could vaguely see that on every wall where firepower could be opened, there was always an embrasure excavated, inside which were placed the brand-new Maxim heavy machine guns with black muzzles that the Independent Regiment had just replaced, or the latest Czech-made ones.
Although it is a direct unit of the Henan Provincial Government, these cats in the wall corner, wearing thick and heavy yellow cotton-padded jackets, do not show that they have much higher quality than other local troops, let alone those trembling, shaky sentries! Perhaps only the four brand-new 75mm mountain guns in the open space at the center of the small town, with their high and large muzzles raised high, and those tall and powerful Shanxi mules, can show the advanced equipment of this unit.
In the mountain pass southwest of the town, however, it was a different scene! More than 800 sturdy war horses and their masters were lined up in neat rows, showing off their uniqueness in the biting cold wind! The war horses that kept snorting and spraying white mist, restlessly stomping their hooves, showed a deep-seated combativeness hidden deep within the troops' bones!
In fact, the more than 800 people in this cavalry regiment were all surrendered bandits. Although they were originally outlaws, their skilled and superb horsemanship, combined with accurate marksmanship, meant that this unit did not suffer any discrimination, but instead became the provincial chairman's favorite, for which he even specially appointed his own younger brother-in-law, Wu An-guo, a graduate of the US Military Academy at West Point, to be the regimental commander. Moreover, the warhorses of the unit were all pure-bred Liangzhou warhorses obtained by the provincial chairman in exchange for a large quantity of guns and ammunition with the Ma family army in the northwest!
Although in the same era, other military powers in the world had gradually eliminated cavalry as an outdated branch of the army, in poor and backward Asia, which lacked iron tanks, these elite cavalrymen were still a very sharp sword, especially when facing poorly equipped Red Army infantry on the plains, it was simply a disaster. At least on this land of China, in the plains of China, cavalry was the nemesis of infantry, and this sentence is far from being outdated.
With the help of the electric wire brought from Zhumadian, the spacious and independent command post was lit up by several small light bulbs. Wu Ankui, who had returned from studying abroad, looked at the landlord's house illuminated by modern civilization with great interest, while showing disdain for those staff officers who were carefully studying the maps to deal with those local forces.
According to his point of view, on such a dark night, as long as they organized their cavalry and charged back and forth into those poorly equipped troops several times, they could quickly collapse the enemy's resistance. Then everyone could search for and eliminate the remaining enemy forces at dawn the next day. With a proud face, he was always rejected by the cautious and serious Lieutenant General, "If it weren't for my sister-in-law saying before she left that I should listen to you, this extremely conservative old man! I would have taken the troops forward long ago! Relying on my top-notch American Thompson submachine guns, wouldn't we give them an unprecedented painful lesson?"
In front of him, this already over fifty years old, should have entered the coffin of the Beiyang Military Academy's old man, yet still with a serious and responsible attitude, carefully preserving the vitality of his own superior's troops. Although his age is no longer manageable, he can't handle so many things for young people, but as for the provincial chairman's repeated instructions before departure, he still remembers them tightly in his heart.
Although he was very dissatisfied with the bandit leader's attitude of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight at this critical moment, he still spoke in a calm and peaceful tone, his voice worn smooth by the years: "Although our current situation is not satisfactory, we must know that even a desperate rabbit will bite people, let alone an elite army! So my opinion is to let the enemy continue to attack Dushan Town, consuming their troops and ammunition. By showing weakness to the enemy, attracting them to attack, like gambling, forcing them to increase their bets! When they have no reserve forces left, your cavalry regiment can heavily strike the enemy on the flank, cutting them in two! Then, sandwiching them from both sides, first eliminate those who entered Dushan Town, and then devour the other group! Even if they want to escape at that time, with their remaining strength, it will be difficult for them to escape the iron cavalry of your regiment!"
"This time, I think we can not only eliminate the bandit disaster that has plagued the three provinces of Hubei, Henan and Anhui for many years, but also give that mountain-watching tiger-fighting bandit Li Guang a ruthless slap in the face! Think about how he boasted in front of the provincial chairman back then! This time, he's going to get what's coming to him!" A colonel-ranked staff officer next to him chimed in with some timely flattery for his superior.
Although it was disgusting to Wu An Guo, he still had to admit that Jiang was indeed the oldest and most spicy! In terms of tactics, this fifty-year-old old man was obviously more in-depth than himself. If he followed his own battle plan, they would be dispersed, but according to their abilities, they could quickly gather together again and continue to wreak havoc on E Yu Wan. Young people are not convinced by words alone, even if they sincerely admire someone in their hearts.
"Disgusting!" Wu Ankou cursed, waving his whip with force. With a sharp whistling sound, he kicked open the door of the brigade headquarters and strode out into the cold rain and snow, leaving behind a group of staff officers with uncertain expressions, some even looking resentful. Although this group of officers dared not speak out in anger, Wu Ankou was after all the younger brother-in-law of the provincial chairman and a top graduate of West Point Military Academy in the United States. Just as they were thinking of complaining to their superior, the brigade commander, they were stopped by the commander's calm smile and wave of his hand. Suddenly everyone realized that for someone with an unlimited future ahead of him, being the commander of a small cavalry regiment was just a stepping stone, and how could the younger brother-in-law of the chairman of the committee possibly be just a small regiment commander? Why bother to quarrel with him over such a trivial matter?
Hatred is sprouting quietly in the hearts of many, and when they have the ability one day, they will definitely return today's humiliation a hundredfold to that bastard!
If the Nationalist Party had night vision goggles, they would have discovered that they just missed a great opportunity! The troops who were originally marching in four columns, due to the muddy terrain, became disorganized and chaotic. It was like a few days' worth of stubble being wiped away. If there really was a large cavalry charge, this unit would definitely collapse without resistance, and it's even possible that the entire army would be annihilated! Now such a good opportunity has completely disappeared, the Red 25th Army, which is on high alert outside Dushan Town, with its well-equipped special forces company, is slowly searching forward along the desolate streets of the town, and the battle is about to erupt at any moment!
In the town, the scout platoon that discovered the enemy situation did not immediately engage in battle with the enemy. Instead, while being vigilant, they quickly dispatched several soldiers to inform the troops and commanders at the rear about the enemy situation ahead. However, Gaoquan suddenly developed a high fever! The hunger of many days, combined with the extreme fatigue of recent times, plus today's forced march in the rain and snow, caused this originally healthy young man to develop a high fever in the face of the critical situation.
Two days before the 2008 Olympics, a very bored Xiao Toufeng was reading that hastily finished book "The Great War of Korea" and couldn't help but mutter: "Damn it, you big headwind, such a great book ends like this! If I were to become the Great General, damn it, Americans would be completely annihilated! Those despicable Koreans would all be knocked down! And now they're proudly saying that Chinese characters are theirs, Dragon Boat Festival is theirs, Sun Yat-sen is theirs, Yao Ming is theirs! Leaving behind such a scourge was extremely wrong!"
"Do you want to be a great hero?" A mysterious voice faintly echoed in Xiao Tufeng's ear.
"That's right, if I were in charge, China would have definitely hosted the Olympics in 1964! And we wouldn't have to be so servile to those 'foreign masters' either. I really don't know where our national confidence from fighting against America in Korea went!" Xiaotoufeng is extremely eager to go to Beijing to watch the Olympics, but due to his temporary residence permit, he can't enter Beijing and is constantly thinking of venting his dissatisfaction!
"Alright, then go ahead and be the great all-around! Let me see how you'll change history!" Hong Liang's loud voice made even Gao Quan's eardrums tremble involuntarily. Then, the walls of the house turned into a black whirlpool, quickly sucking Xiao Toufeng's soul into that bottomless abyss.
The towering giant standing at the edge of the sky couldn't help but spit out three liters of blood, yet still smiled and said: "I'll send you off with all my might, although I'll become an ordinary person from now on, I still look forward to your performance! Can you change our miserable modern history?
Something came up yesterday, owing everyone a chapter, will make it up in the next few days
