"Five hours!" Yu Hanchao's eyes widened. Everyone knew what five hours meant. The plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain was timely. After the Soviets discovered that the team on Cuiwei Mountain had been wiped out, they would launch large-scale revenge, and plowed the mountain several times with rocket launchers, and the steel bars and iron bones were left unstoppable.

Liu Yanzhi and others were also stunned. Five hours later, the bare mountain peaks and dozens of people could not hold on anyway.

The guerrillas of the Huaijiang Brigade were happily cleaning the battlefield, confiscated all weapons and ammunition, and stripped down watches, steel helmets, military coats, and cowhide copper buckles. In short, except for foot binding and underwear, they took away all the useful ones, which was exactly the same as the situation on the Anti-Japanese battlefield back then. The guerrillas were too poor and lacked anything.

Li Weidong cursed and directed his subordinates to arrange the bodies of the dead Soviet soldiers in a row and cover them with a military blanket, saying that they were soldiers after all, and they should be decent. Although the team members were not happy, they still did it.

After dealing with this, Li Weidong came over, holding a seized Macrov pistol in his hand, and handed it to Liu Yanzhi along with the gun holster: "I'll give it to you."

"Thank you, I don't need it, I'm leaving soon." Liu Yanzhi refused.

"Hold it, otherwise I will be shameless." Li Weidong was very determined and forced the gun to Liu Yanzhi. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the Soviet military watch on his wrist and said, "It's almost done, let's retreat."

Liu Yanzhi shook his head: "You retreat, we will stay."

"What are you staying for? Are you waiting to die?" Li Weidong was surprised. "This is not a place to stay for a long time. We just bombed the Japanese bridge and pulled out another stronghold. Vasily was not angry at this moment. Will it be a pity for him to stay here?"

"We must stay." Liu Yanzhi said calmly, "This is our mission."

Li Weidong saw the crossing cabin and thought to himself: "Oh, you came for this thing. Okay, I won't ask about the top secret mission, but there is only a dead end to you. I suggest you remove this thing and take it away, or simply blow it up, and not leave any residue to Vasily."

Dang Aiguo walked over, took Li Weidong's shoulder and walked aside, whispering: "Captain Li, some things cannot be explained. Take your brothers to retreat, we have our own way."

Li Weidong's temper became angry: "If I don't explain it clearly, I won't leave. At worst, everyone will die together."

The Party was helpless and had to say perfunctorily: "Captain Li, this matter involves profound scientific issues, and it is difficult for me to explain it clearly to you."

Li Weidong said: "Just say it clearly in Chinese, there is nothing I can't accept."

The Party looked around and said, "Okay, actually... we are not people from this era. We are here to perform tasks. Now we are going to return to our time and space. We have been since 2017, which is forty-seven years later."

Li Weidong was stunned for a while, took out the cigarette, and the lighter was fired several times but it didn't ignite it.

"You are future people, people from the 21st century." Li Weidong thought, "After all, I am a middle school teacher. I know Einstein's theory of relativity. I have also thought about time travel. I didn't expect it to be realized in a few decades. So, when will the war end and am I still alive?"

The party is speechless in patriotism. In the grand war, personal life and death are really not worth mentioning. Li Weidong's name was not left in history. It is very likely that he was killed in a battle.

Li Weidong smiled calmly, as if he had thought of this ending, so he changed the topic: "This is very dangerous. Can't you change the place and return to 2017?"

Dang Aiguo said: "This is the location of the wormhole, and it can only be here, and only five hours later, we have no other choice."

"What if I don't go back?" Li Weidong asked.

"The world will be destroyed." Party Patriotic said in a stressed tone.

"Okay, I'll cover you and leave." Li Weidong extinguished the cigarette butt and shouted to his subordinates: "Listen, I need a few volunteers to stand firm here and cover the comrades in the central government to carry out their missions."

The guerrillas who cleaned the battlefield looked at each other. The guerrillas were fighting mobile warfare, and fighting positional warfare was equivalent to suicide. However, when the captain spoke, no one dared to object. Several young men immediately expressed that they were with Li Battalion in their lives and death.

"Okay, it's man. I won't force myself if I don't want to stay. After all, I'll leave a fire for our Huaijiang Brigade." Li Weidong began to name the name, "You, and you, you, you, take your things and wait for me in the old place. If I can't go back, you can start a new fire and don't let the fire of our Huaijiang Brigade be extinguished."

The soldiers were unwilling to leave, and no one wanted to be a coward. Li Weidong became angry and beat and scolded him. Finally, he drove away a few younger brothers who shared life and death.

"Organize defense and build air defense positions." Li Weidongdao, "The Russian devils rely most on armed helicopters. They set rockets from a distance. We have to dig holes. The deeper the safer it is. Time is tight, so let's do it."

There were still Soviet engineer shovels left on the ground. Li Weidong grabbed a hand, spitted into his palm, and swung it up and dug it. The soil in Cuiwei Mountain was turned over by artillery shells many times. The surface soil was loose. After digging three feet, he saw the hard soil. The captain was on it. The others dared not be idle and dug up trenches one after another.

When it comes to work, Zhuzi is really a good player. The engineer's shoveling wind was like a blow, and he dug a deep hole in a short while. Li Weidong guided him to dig to the side and dig a shelter that could not be exploded.

"This is our Shangganling." Li Weidong said, "Working a tunnel war with the Russian devils is our old tradition. Digging the holes deeply and making the rockets go to hell."

But Cuiwei Mountain is not Shangganling, and the Soviet army in the 1970s were not the US army in the 1950s. They had helicopters that could land anywhere and besieged by heavy troops. Whether they could hold on for five hours, it would be the same word in the end, and they died.

The Soviet Deshka heavy machine gun remained on the position. The 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun was a big threat to the armed helicopter. Li Weidong sent people to strengthen the air defense position, but this was just a false move. The real killer weapon was still the poisonous stinger. If the poisonous stinger was there, the female deer dared not get too close.

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On the right bank of the Huaijiang Iron Bridge, Colonel Vasily Sergeevich vomited a cigarette and stomped the Marlboro cigarette butt with high-pin horse boots. Senior officers smoked such imported American cigarettes, which was a symbol of their identity. At this moment, he was very angry because he had been busy all night and spent tens of thousands of bullets, and he didn't even get a bird's hair. He searched the shore all over the shore but still couldn't catch the saviors, so he ran out of air fuel and had to go back and refuel.

It was dawn, and the front command called the commander. The general scolded Colonel Vasily and instructed him to sweep the surroundings of the Nei River and wipe out the guerrillas. If he could not complete the task within a week, he would wait to be demoted to the front line.

Colonel Vasily was in a panic and was wondering how to fool the general. The phone number came again. It was the regiment headquarters who said that it was the sentry on Cuiwei Mountain that had not been reported all night. I am afraid it would be a lot of luck.

"Then send someone to investigate." Vasily said, and threw down the microphone. The bureaucratic style in the army became more and more serious. The officers inherited the old traditions of the Tsarist Russian era, and did not regard soldiers as humans, but regarded them as grey animals who endured hardships. A squad of soldiers, life and death were uncertain, and these staff members waited overnight before reporting. It was simply dereliction of duty!

At this moment, Colonel Vasily did not realize the importance of Cuiwei Mountain. He just sent a small platoon to Cuiwei Mountain to check the situation and did not dispatch the aviation troops. After all, the Soviet army was not having a good time. Helicopters were all fuel-consuming. After one trip, tons of fuel were consumed. These fuels were transported from distant local areas and had to be saved.

Two Gas trucks ran towards Cuiwei Mountain under the escort of a wheeled armored vehicle. There was no doubt that they were ambushed at the foot of the mountain. A rocket hit the truck. The soldiers on the truck were burned to death. Seeing that the armored vehicle was not good, they rushed and retreated. They fled back to Orihiro in a hurry and reported to the colonel on the way.

Colonel Vasily then came back and hurriedly dispatched his troops. The poor pilots of the aviation team were busy all night and had to attend again before they closed their eyes. A squadron's 24-meter-long refueled and reeled, loaded with aircraft and descended infantry and flew to Cuiwei Mountain.

The hard battle finally began. In order to avoid the guerrilla stinger missiles, Mi24 kept the flight altitude extremely high, and launched rockets at the farthest range. The 57mm rocket nest under the wings on both sides fired wildly, blowing the hills into a sea of ​​fire. Then, they used 30mm naval artillery to scatter the bombs, dumping the soldiers in the cabin on a nearby hill and flew away.

Although this kind of fighting is lazy and easy to deal with, it works very well. The guerrillas' firepower cannot reach the helicopter and can only be beaten passively. The air-raid shelters dug in advance are too hasty and are not responsible for the trouble. Several soldiers died before they even saw the enemy.

The Soviet army's infantry advanced towards Cuiwei Mountain and rushed to the hillside to encounter a powerful blocking. A fire net composed of large-caliber machine guns, rocket launchers, and automatic rifles blocked them tightly. The Soviet army's attack was blocked and reported to the regiment headquarters with radio. Colonel Vasily was very surprised that the guerrillas dared to fight positions with the regular army. Isn't this seeking death?

Another round of bombing came. Mi24 was loaded with a 100-kilogram caliber bomb, throwing it on the head of the guerrillas. It was blowing up, and a ray of white smoke rose. It was a stinger missile! The female deer hurriedly dodged, but she was still shot and exploded in the air, and debris spread all over the ground.

The Soviet army suffered heavy losses. Colonel Vasily dispatched troops and sent out an artillery company under the Mo Infantry Regiment, six 82mm cornflower rapid-fire mortars, with a theoretical rate of fire of 160 rounds per minute, and an actual rate of fire of 40 rounds per minute. The power of ground artillery is far stronger than that of air weapons platforms. The colonel does not even need to use infantry battalions. Just using these six cannons can level Cuiweishan.

The artillery was ready, and just waiting for a command, the colonel raised his arm high and was about to wave it, when the communications soldiers suddenly ran over and said that the Front Command's urgent telegram was heard.

Colonel Vasily answered the phone and it turned out to be a long-distance call from Moscow. The Intelligence Bureau of the General Staff ordered him to protect the metal cabin on Cuiwei Mountain and not to be damaged at all, and pointed out that this was an order from Comrade Brezhnev himself!

"Revoke the previous order," said the colonel, "No shelling is allowed, the Mobu Battalion will be brought to me."
Chapter completed!