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Tips: It takes 3 days to fight lang son to fight back against Vietnam! Details are as follows:

The Variable of War-The Destroyed City of lang son

Just as we were preparing to withdraw our troops, the Vietnamese Propaganda Department declared to the world that "the invading army of China did not occupy lang son under the tenacious blockade of our army." It is said that this sentence completely angered our commander. Command immediately issued an order: hit the Qiong Qi River! Kick the Vietnamese army hard. This sentence brought a devastating disaster to lang son City, and also made us sacrifice more officers and men.

At 6: 50 am on March 4, it was foggy. 148 Division 443rd Regiment, under the cover of my powerful artillery fire, cooperated with the 55th Army to attack the south of the city, and braved the enemy's heavy artillery fire to cross the Qiong Qi River. Some troops marched along the railway bridge, some troops took assault boats and waded on foot. The river is waist deep, and some comrades are not good at swimming. Besides, they are too heavy and tired. When they fell into the water, they never stood up. They died in a foreign country. It is difficult for the soul to return to its hometown. Under my powerful artillery bombardment, broken walls was everywhere along the way, and guns, ammunition and articles discarded by the enemy could be seen everywhere. Vietnamese dong (Vietnamese paper money) with Ho Chi Minh's head on it floats in the street like paper money that evokes people's memories. More are the bodies of the Vietnamese army, lying in the streets, ditches and straw in rice fields. Some of the bodies and internal organs smashed by shells were hung on branches, and some were hung on unbroken wires, which was terrible. The advance of the battle was very difficult. The enemy used all kinds of firepower to block our attack from the commanding heights of Shinan District, and our army suffered heavy casualties. Because the troops rushed out in panic, the follow-up logistics support team could not keep up, so the martyrs and wounded had to be temporarily abandoned on the south bank of the river. Some of the wounded were shouting curses, while others were crying, "You can't leave me!" The war is cruel, and all the participants have to face it helplessly. This is a real war.

At this time, we five connected to a new combat mission: to cooperate with the brothers to capture and clear the lang son airport. Under the command of company commander Li Yongfu instructor Chen Xingyong, we quickly launched an attack on the airport. An anti-aircraft gun battalion of the Vietnamese army guards the airport. Under the attack of my powerful artillery, the Vietnamese army dropped its anti-aircraft guns and fled to the south in confusion. In the afternoon, we occupied the airport. Several anti-aircraft guns and a dozen trailers were seized, as well as a box of airport equipment and other military supplies, all of which were blown up. Then we made a detailed search of the airport and Vietnamese artillery positions. It turns out that this anti-aircraft artillery battalion is all female soldiers. In the houses and tunnels where they live, all the discarded things are used by women. A soldier actually lifted a woman's underwear and bra with a bayonet and tied it to the flagpole in the middle of the airport. There is no lack of food in the spoils. Like sugar cans. These also supplement our supply. Near the kitchen of the Vietnamese army, it is reported that there are dozens of live pigs, each of which is tied up and covered with an escape net. It seems that this is a consolation prize for the Vietnamese army. A monitor picked up a submachine gun and killed all these pigs. The comrades in the cookhouse squad took out knives, cut open the pigskin, cut off a large piece of meat from the pig's ass, and said, we can have a rare sumptuous meal for dinner.

Everyone was intoxicated with the joyful moment of victory, and we were connected to a new task: our superiors ordered us to split up and attack separately. The second and third rows, led by the company commander and instructor, went to attack lang son Power Plant. Our platoon leader was led by Deputy Company Commander Liao and platoon leader to support a company of 164 Division (I can't remember the specific name). We broke through the enemy's fire blockade and came to a company position of 164 division. At the foot of the mountain where the company was located, we looked up at the mountain. Trees were blown off by Vietnamese artillery shells everywhere, and bare circular trenches and fortifications were blown to pieces. Because the geographical location of the mountain is very important, the Vietnamese army bombarded with heavy artillery, causing more than half of the cadres and soldiers in the company to be killed or injured, and the superior ordered us to support them. Soon we climbed up. The company commander greeted him like a savior. He didn't explain the task, but said in a hurry: leave the observation post and others will quickly drill the cat hole. It turned out that the Vietnamese army bombarded the mountain every once in a while, as if to blow it flat. They, the wounded and the martyrs, were all hit by shells. We hurried to find the cat hole, but there were many people and few holes, and all the holes were crowded. I couldn't find a few in a row, so I had to drill into a hole for storing martyrs. This cave is so small and low that I can only lie down and not sit. There are two bodies of martyrs in it, and the three of me are a little crowded. I was lying in the same position as two martyrs, with my head inward and my feet outward. If I straighten my legs, my feet will be exposed outside the hole, so the hole is less than 1.7 meters deep. The real cat hole should be L-shaped. To be exact, this hole should be called simple anti-gun hole. The upper bodies and heads of the two martyrs were covered with military blankets, so their faces could not be seen. Only the legs and feet are exposed. Actually, I was afraid of the dead before I joined the army. But at this time, I'm not afraid at all. The cave is damp and the air is not circulating. The remains of the two martyrs gave off an unpleasant smell. I felt really uncomfortable, so I had to climb out of the hole. Then I switched my head and feet and put my head out of the hole to breathe fresh air. At this moment, I thought, if the enemy shelled and the shells landed in front of the hole, then I would be finished. Anyway, my head never wants to go back to the hole. So my head keeps sticking out. Thick fog hung over the hill, and guns rumbled in the distance, and gunshots burst. About an hour later, the enemy didn't fire at us. Then the platoon leader climbed out of another hole. I saw his cat hunched over and whispered, "Five come near me in a row." We all climbed out of the hole and leaned down. He said he must return to his original sniper position before dark. Because the sniper's position is to control Langzi's throat. So you can't throw it away easily. When I heard that we were going to evacuate, the company commander ran over in a panic and almost begged, could you take the martyrs and the wounded down the mountain? Of course, we can't bear to let the martyrs throw their bodies in foreign countries, let alone wait for the wounded to die. Because the logistics forces and militia can't keep up for a while, we have to take this task by the way. Without a stretcher and tools to carry the body, the monitor took out a machete and cut down the trunk of a small pine tree with arm thickness. Veteran Peng Wei and I conveniently dragged a martyr's body out of the hole and put the trunk through the belt on the martyr's back. Peng Wei put the box on his right shoulder before I fell behind, and tried to lift it, but it couldn't be lifted. Look at this martyr, who is 6 meters high. Although the body is a little thick, it is not very fat, at most 120 kg. It is said that the dead are heavier than the living, which is true. Peng Wei and I held it up again and said, One, two, get up! With a click, the trunk broke in the middle. The body just left the ground and fell heavily. Yan Liangzhen, a recruit, cut down another thick trunk and passed through the martyr belt, saying, I'll do it! The martyr was lifted up. We limped down the mountain, carrying the martyrs and supporting the wounded. Only then did I notice that the wounded man I helped was about my age, and his whole right hand was blown off, but there was no bleeding from the wound that exposed the bone. Only a blood clot like black sludge solidified on the wound. I lifted his sleeve and his whole arm turned blue. Maybe his artery is blocked. I asked him: How did you get hurt? He didn't answer. His yellow face looked up at the sky, his teeth rattled and he kept sucking a chill through his teeth. Suddenly he asked me: Are you from the north? I said, home belongs to Shandong. Then he suddenly turned and stared at me and said, I'm from Shandong, too. I said, we are still fellow villagers. At this time, I saw his eyes were red, and big tears were dripping from them. He didn't cry or choke, but his face kept twitching. I bent down, picked up a plastic bag full of compressed biscuits and covered his wound, trying my best to support him all the way. I turned my face and looked at the martyrs carried by Peng Wei and Yan Liangzhen. The martyr's head and limbs hung down and he couldn't see his face clearly. Purple blood was stained on his sleeve and dripped on the ground through his khaki arm. I have been looking all the way, only to see the blood of martyrs dye the green weeds into red spots, and all the way down the mountain like wild flowers blooming on the hillside. After many twists and turns, we finally came down from the mountain. The martyrs and wounded were handed over to the reception team. At this time, I am very worried about my fellow countryman in Shandong who lost his right hand. I ran a few steps and caught up with him. I shouted to the two militiamen who helped him: You must send him back to China safely. These two militiamen looked at me stupidly. Obviously, these two Guangxi guys can't understand my Shandong dialect with a strong local accent. I watched silently as they helped my hometown to the car that transported the wounded.

As night fell, we returned to our positions on time and reinforced them again.

On March 5, our army occupied the whole city of Lang Son, and pushed south for more than ten miles. China immediately announced its withdrawal to the world. The Vietnamese army began to chase and intercept my retreating troops and launched a crazy counterattack. By noon, the Vietnamese army began to bombard our fifth company position with long-range heavy artillery aided by the Soviet Union. When the shell exploded, air billow overturned me in the trench. I quickly got into the cat hole. After the first calibration bomb exploded, dense shells followed, thunderous shells rolled on the hill, and the stones and dust blown up by the shells flew all over the mountain. I crouched in the cat hole, my ears buzzed and my insides were pulled out. Although the heavy artillery aided by the Soviet Union is very powerful, its quantity is limited, which is so weak compared with our guns. The Vietnamese army fought in our position for a while, and then turned to other hills. After the shelling, we drilled the cat hole, and because of the timely concealment, there was no casualty in the whole company. Many fish were killed in the reservoir at the foot of the mountain. When we look down from the mountain, the belly of fish is white in the sky, floating around under the impact of water waves. It's really a human war, and the innocent suffer!

On March 6th, under the cover of our army 148 Division 443 Regiment 444 Regiment, the troops of the 164 Division that cleared Wolf Mountain City were instructed by their superiors to destroy all undamaged buildings and underground passages. Blasting with captured Vietnamese explosives. Burn everything with a flame thrower. Even the telephone pole blew him in half with a Grenade. Langzi was blown to rubble. All the eliminated enemies were killed, even dogs, pigs, cats and other creatures were not spared. All important industrial equipment and civilian materials were loaded and shipped back to China. In the end, only a large number of mines were left to Vietnam.

War-torn lang son has become the city of hell and the capital of death. Langzi lost all his spirituality. Only lonely ghosts lingered on the ruins. By 1 1 in the evening, our fifth company had followed the big troops out of the position, left lang son and embarked on a difficult road of retreat. ...