Chapter 688: reptile

Jue Xintai didn't know that he had already committed a huge mistake.
The troops that engaged in fierce street fighting with him were not all under Xie Li's department. Although he did not estimate the number of troops put in the wrong place, he could not figure out the enemy's number.
In fact, there were two troops involved in the attack on Saven Yangbin. One was a regiment led by Xie Li’s good friend Leibo as the commander, which had just been reorganized and governed about 1,500 soldiers. The heavy artillery battalion directly under the division headed by Daming was also temporarily delegated to his command, and the other one was about 1,200 Deang fighters led by Deholamp.
As for the reason why the thick pipes in Li Daming's hands suddenly grew so many-Xie Li, who had tasted the sweetness of educating his opponents with large-caliber "truth" in the battle to win Mogok all the way, is ready to fight a large-scale battle. Tan Tan's current wallet is so swollen, spending a few small dollars to make the waist a little stronger, isn't that logical?
Jue Xintai didn’t know what serious consequences he made this small mistake, and I’m afraid he wouldn’t care about it even if he knew it now, because at this moment, what he needs to do first is to live. Go down.
The enemy relied on the dual advantages of firepower and number of people to launch a wave of attacks on him. After destroying all the fortifications arranged outside the town with heavy artillery, they began to clean up the inside of the town.
They played in an orderly manner, starting from the outermost buildings in the town, attacking and cleaning one by one, just like peeling off an onion ring, gradually advancing layer by layer.
This method of tactics has always been the only method used by government forces to deal with guerrillas in previous battles. To put it bluntly, it is to bully people. I am just a pile of firepower. I will bully you. What's the matter?
Jue Xintai had never thought that he would be dealt with with this trick one day, and besides constantly shrinking his defensive circle, he could not come up with any effective countermeasures.
As for the tanks that he had high hopes for, in this kind of street fighting with broken walls everywhere, in addition to tightly shrinking in one's own position as a movable turret, it can't play any other role at all. The enemy has Countless ways to approach, and then use RPG to easily and happily lift its turret.
He felt like a mouse that had been caught by the cat. The reason why the cat didn't swallow him was just to satisfy his evil taste of playing him.
This feeling is terrible!
"Tell them again, where are our reinforcements? It's only 25 kilometers from Warfire Town. They should climb there even if they climb? Tell them that they won't come within an hour, just wait. Collect my body!"
Jue Xintai can no longer pay attention to the military appearance he has always paid attention to. He tore off a few buttons on his uniform jacket, and shouted at the communicator with red eyes.
The signalman hurriedly sent out another telegram, although this telegram was no different from what he had sent out over and over in the last few hours.
Soon, the call came back. The correspondent received the call and immediately decoded it at the fastest speed and handed it to Jue Xintai. After reading the text, the latter gave out an angry roar that did not sound like a human voice— —
Bastard!
The correspondent certainly knew why his commander made such a rant, because he knew that it was the instinct of human beings to vent after being completely enveloped by a mood called despair.
The enemy was so insidious that they successfully blocked the reinforcements 5 kilometers west of Savanyangbin without even sending a single soldier.
Minefield, a minefield covering a depth of several hundred meters on Highway 31, densely packed with mines extending from the highway all the way to the top of the valleys on both sides, minefielders seem to have no intention of hiding their purpose, preventing infantry from jumping mines and anti-tank mines. Mixed together, most of the landmines are so swayingly exposed to broad daylight, as if nakedly proclaiming to everyone: "I'm here to delay time, what's the matter?"
This is absolutely impossible. It is almost impossible to think of except to mobilize engineers to urgently open up a passable road, and it takes at least 2-3 hours to do so.
The question is, can I hold it for 2-3 hours?
That's an almost impossible task.
At this point in the matter, Xintai felt that he had calmed down instead. He turned around and finally looked at the east, where the rising sun smeared the surrounding clouds with blood red.
It's dawn, this should be the last morning of my life, right? He thought, buckle the neckline that had just been pulled back, and with a husky voice and solemn expression, he ordered the communicator: "Tell all the brothers in the position that the time for sacrifice has arrived. The position is here, people are here, and people are dead. Death, no one can take a step back, either victory or death."
The commander's tragic emotions infected the communicator. He agreed, and wanted to turn around to convey this most likely final order, but suddenly stopped.
Because he heard a loud noise coming from above his head.
He stood there for a moment, then shouted excitedly: "Major, helicopter, it's a helicopter, our reinforcements are here!"
He didn't need his reminder at all, I felt that Xintai also heard this sound, this sound is too familiar to him, yes, this is the roar of the helicopter!
When in Mandalay, he had heard this sound countless times, and he had also cursed countless times. The arrogant pilots deliberately kept the flight altitude low during training, so that the huge noise of the engine can be used. He filled the eardrums of their army and humiliated them as reptiles with all kinds of foul language, but today, he felt that the voice sounded so sweet and sweet!
No matter how stable he is, when he is in desperation but suddenly sees the hope of rescue, he will inevitably get a little gaffe. I feel that Xintai is the same. He doesn't care that the death battle command issued just now was not transmitted by the correspondent, but rushed to it. By the window, I looked up.
In the low air, there are four huge steel figures passing by. The big Myanmar army logo on the fuselage is very clear. They are metric "Huey" helicopters. They fly extremely low as they usually do in training, with powerful propellers. The dust in the sky was rolled up, and the airflow blew the treetops underneath him. The side doors of each aircraft were open, exposing the long barrel of the 12.7mm heavy machine gun with a black hole inside and the back Soldiers with goggles, and these gun barrels are spewing orange death flames without exception.
Jue Xintai even saw that one of the soldiers who was operating a machine gun gestured to him with his mouth when he saw him—reptiles that he once hated!
The enemy soldiers who had just launched a wave of attacks on their own fortifications were dizzy and rushed by the sudden air strike, but even so, they could not escape the harvest of the death sickle, fragile human beings. After being hit by a powerful 12.7mm heavy machine gun, his body burst open instantly, as if blossoming brilliant blood blossoms, and in various positions on his side, it was already cheered.
Jue Xintai didn't mind being called a "reptile" at all this time. He turned around with a laugh, and said to the adjutant: "It seems we are saved."
The adjutant's face was also full of smiles, after all, at this moment, there is nothing more exciting and happy than coming from desperation.
However, before the smile fully bloomed on his face, Jue Xintai was stunned to find that the adjutant’s expression suddenly solidified, and the next moment it was extremely distorted, and in the pupils that were dilated due to panic, Jue Xin Tai saw a fireball that was expanding rapidly...