Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1323 There are no of our own people on the mountain (4k)

Not only did they receive confirmation, but they also located the position.

If it's quite possible that the enemy is intentionally taking advantage of favorable terrain without actually intending to, then it's highly unlikely that they can gain much advantage if they are prepared.

After all, it's not hard to guess the enemies that might appear here. We even have a general idea of ​​who trained them. They don't have any heavy weapons, so we can roughly estimate how much they can do.

So when the comrades near the location area sent back a message, the comrades on the Tu-4 high-altitude patrol aircraft breathed a sigh of relief.

They are still advancing towards that area, and there's still some distance to go. The other aircraft, whether attack planes or fighters, are still en route.

In such a large area, maintaining air patrols with fighter jets is undoubtedly a very uneconomical thing to do under the current environment and enemy situation. All things considered, it is more appropriate to use Tu-4s for patrols. In any case, both the Tu-4 and the ground radar stations are not to be underestimated. It is not too late to take action after they have discovered us.

In situations like today, it's not too late, since there's an airport on both the western and eastern routes of the plateau, providing pretty good coverage.

Once a message is received from a comrade who may be in an ambush, it will be even faster. To put it simply, after receiving the message, the comrades can do nothing but defend themselves on the spot, which is almost foolproof.

But would our comrades be so honest?

Now that the comrades at the ambush site have confirmed it, the concerns remain from the command center to the various forces rushing to the scene, only now the direction has completely reversed!

The merit gift package was delivered to the delivery team; they were worried that the motor transport unit wouldn't be able to resist!
In fact, their concerns are not unfounded.

As the old saying goes, there's no smoke without fire; there's always a reason behind it.

At this moment, a few kilometers away from the ambush site, the comrades had already spread out the map in the vehicle.

The squad leader gripped his gun in one hand and pointed sharply at a spot with the other: "It's definitely here!"

The other comrades nodded in agreement. Given their familiarity with this area and their excellent military skills, they could easily find a suitable location near the designated area.

This is a winding river valley. Although it is called a river valley, there is not much water. The alluvial silt makes it easy to drive through when it is dry, and it is also their only way.

The valley is flanked by towering cliffs, sheer and steep, at a height and distance that allows light weapons to take a commanding view but is not beyond their firing range.

Perfect ambush terrain!
While the location may not be perfectly precise, it is situated within the inner bend of the river, indicating that the Citibanks have invested heavily in this location, choosing a classic spot.

The advantage of this position is that, compared to the outside bend, the inside bend allows you to attack the entire bend with almost the same distance and consistent observation conditions while minimizing movement.

Even the sights on small arms don't need to be adjusted.

The soldiers were even more excited!
The stronger the enemy, the more motivated they become.

"In this way, we'll leave only one person in the first vehicle to drive, and the rest of the comrades will gather in the three vehicles behind and advance towards the ambush site. However, this will make the first vehicle very dangerous. Who will drive it?"

The strategy of cutting off the head, severing the tail, and striking the middle is so classic that we can't expect the enemy to be stupid enough not to understand it.

As the commander of this platoon, the platoon leader has his own responsibilities; otherwise, he would have taken matters into his own hands.

"I go!"

"I go!"

"I!"

"..."

The deputy squad leader raised his hand: "I'll go, I'm good at it."

“Who here isn’t skilled enough? You can’t go; you have other tasks.”

However, the squad leader wasn't too worried. If the enemy had weapons that were advanced enough, like ours, then it wouldn't matter which vehicle we rode in. If the enemy only had light weapons, then it still wouldn't matter which vehicle we rode in.

Because it's difficult for small arms to penetrate the cab of these military trucks. The cab of this vehicle is covered with a layer of armor steel, not much, just enough to enclose the cab, and the bulletproof capability is just enough for 7.62mm. Although neither is high, when combined with the helmets and body armor worn by the comrades, ordinary small arms cannot penetrate this cab.

If we had to say something, it would be our own light weapons that could solve this problem. The 12.7mm armor-piercing discarding sabot rounds are enough to deal with the M113 armored vehicle, not to mention the light "armored" vehicles at the bottom of the armored vehicle hierarchy, although they are still somewhat overwhelmed.

Although the heavy machine guns of the brother units stationed here are very light, it still takes a lot of effort to carry them up the mountain, which is a plateau at an altitude of several thousand meters. It is also uncertain whether the enemy has such light heavy machine guns.

"Why must we enter the enemy's ambush zone?" the deputy squad leader asked, puzzled.

If you know there's a tiger in the mountain, then don't go into the mountain you know you're in. Instead, find a way to poke the tiger in the backside.
"We're not going in. I'm just worried the enemy might move forward, so I want to be absolutely sure. According to the plan, we're supposed to get off the vehicle before the ambush point." The squad leader looked completely bewildered.

"Okay, you can continue." The vice class monitor almost choked on his breath.

"Although the enemy's main force is definitely in the inner bend, if it were me, I would definitely deploy some supporting troops on the outer bend. This would completely eliminate blind spots in firepower and be much more tactically flexible. So we need to be prepared for this. Deputy squad leader, you take 3 people and search the outer ring of the river bend when the battle begins! The rest of you, anyone who can move, get out of the vehicle and come with me to search the inner ring."

Although it was said optimistically, the phrase "anything that can move" still more or less revealed the possible cruelty of the battle.

As for this somewhat detailed operational plan, it was beyond the scope of the tactical communication system and the current soldiers.

The squad leader estimated the vehicle's speed and sent a simple, standard message that roughly meant: "Attack in ten minutes."

The four vehicles started up again. Apart from the drivers who had prepared their equipment in advance, the other comrades began to prepare their equipment. There wasn't much: assault rifles and grenades, but no machine guns, let alone rocket launchers or anti-tank missiles.

Fortunately, they still had one thing – grenade launchers mounted on rifles. The motor transport squad was also a squad, and two of their rifles had these mounted on them.

Aside from firearms, ammunition, protective gear, and first-aid kits, they carried nothing else.

Now that the planes overhead have already spotted this, there's no need for them to carry anything else.

As I slowly rode my bike through the valley, a Tu-4 patrol plane that was not far away suddenly exploded.

After receiving the message, the thing I was most worried about really happened—the comrades went up there on their own!
They immediately contacted the command center.

"What? They went up there themselves?"

"Yes, they didn't say the specific plan, but they expect to launch the operation in ten... no, eighteen minutes."

The commander at the command post was both angry and amused: "Hey, they even know how to take the initiative in combat and that generals in the field may disobey orders from the emperor. They've really figured it out!" But that doesn't mean the comrades were wrong. After all, they were the closest to the scene of the incident and knew the situation best. They knew better than the other comrades what they should and shouldn't do.

You can't exactly order them to "move their rifle positions 10 centimeters to the left," can you? That's ridiculous.

Since you dare to fight, then comrades will create the best fighting conditions for you.

"You are the closest, so catch up as quickly as possible and give them your full support!!!"

The commander issued orders to the Tu-4 plateau patrol aircraft over the radio.

"understand!"

They said they understood, but their actions didn't include anything extra. They were already at maximum speed and had no other options for the time being.

After putting down the radio microphone, the patrol team leader suddenly remembered something, looked at the data on the tactical positioning terminal, and then gestured a few times on the map.

"We're now only 50 kilometers away from the location!" he said happily.

“Yeah, and then what?” Another comrade hadn’t quite figured out what he meant.

"This means we've entered the launch range of TV-guided bombs! And soon we'll be able to receive signals from individual soldier radios."

The maximum range of a TV-guided bomb is 60 kilometers, while the high-powered radio on the Tu-4 patrol aircraft is sufficient to establish communication with individual soldier radios at subsequent distances. After all, they can receive small signals and transmit large signals.

These are two different things, but they lead to the same result.

"I understand. Team leader, give the order!"

"Launch a television-guided bomb at the designated area! Simultaneously, continuously call comrades in the area!"

Normally you can call me a patrol plane and I won't mind, but what should you call me when you see the laser-guided bombs and TV-guided bombs hanging under my wings?
Let's drop a TV-guided bomb first!
Under the wing of the Tu-4 patrol aircraft, a bomb with a pointed tip dipped downwards and flew forward.

Bombs have no propulsion, but their low-drag shape makes them quite fast, even slightly faster than bombers. After all, gravitational potential energy does exist. Aircraft need to resist the Earth's gravity to maintain their altitude, but for bombs, gravity is the driving force for acceleration.

The planes and bombs flew at varying altitudes, one after the other, while on the ground, the enemy hidden in the mountains anxiously awaited the arrival of the convoy.

They have scouted the area many times and have basically mastered the transportation patterns on this road. Around this time every two days, a transport convoy consisting of four vehicles will drive from south to north.

The convoy was unattended, and the enemy had at most 12 people, while our side had 8 well-trained men. With their superior position, a surprise attack would definitely achieve our harassment objective.

Moreover, for them, this was not just a simple raid; the key was that there were witnesses, witnesses from the West.

When it comes to things like this involving the Tibetan Plateau, there's no one else who'll cause trouble but John Bull. Even though these people are trained at the Langley Center, many things still have to be handled and implemented through John Bull's people.

This time, they were accompanied by three "reporters" from John Bull.

Some journalists truly dedicate everything, even their lives, to investigating the truth and exposing evil. Others, well, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them accomplices to wrongdoing.

These three "reporters" are playing the latter role.

They were full of confidence and joy as they awaited the arrival of the convoy. They were a little later than usual today, but they were not in a hurry. The road was not easy to travel, so it was not surprising that they arrived a little earlier or later.

But what they didn't expect was that the convoy didn't arrive, but other things arrived first.

A strange, piercing shriek came from the sky, one they had never heard before.

This is normal; any enemy who has heard this sound is likely to be either dead or maimed.

Just moments before they heard the sound, the communications officer on the Tu-4 patrol aircraft finally got through to his comrades on the ground.

Bombs fly a little faster than airplanes, but there aren't many of them. When a bomb is about to hit the ground, it means the airplane isn't too far away either.

At this moment, the comrades had not yet reached the planned drop-off point and had not yet gotten off the bus when a gradually clearing sound came from the radio.

"X Company, X Platoon, X Squad, Plateau Transport Regiment, Bar-headed Goose 03 calling, Bar-headed Goose 03 calling." The bar-headed goose, a bird capable of flying over the world's highest peak, was used by comrades as the call sign for their patrol aircraft.

The squad leader's face lit up with joy, and he grabbed the microphone: "Squad X received."

The bomb has now reached the target area, and there's no time for complicated communication. Bar-headed Goose 03 asked the most important question: "Are all your troops at the current signal transmission location? Have any comrades gone up the mountain?"

They could pinpoint the location of the motorcade's radio, which was displayed in the valley. However, this location wasn't entirely accurate, and it couldn't determine if any comrades had left their current position. To prevent accidental injury, this was the first problem Bar-headed Goose 03 faced.

"Yes, everyone is here, and no one is going up the mountain yet!" the squad leader said succinctly.

"A bomb is about to hit the target area. Please wait until the bomb detonates before commencing any operations."

The squad leader listened with a mix of joy and regret. The comrades in the air were indeed fast, and even though he was rushing as fast as he could, just a few kilometers from the ambush area, he still couldn't outrun them.

"Understood!" Since things have come to this point, we can only accept whatever comes our way.

The shrieking sound heard by the enemy, who were lying in ambush on the edge of the valley, came from this television-guided bomb.

The bomb was only a few kilometers away from where they were lying in ambush, and at the same time, the bar-headed goose 03 flying in the same direction as the bomb was not far away either.

At least in the eyes of a large-aperture infrared thermal imager, this distance is not far; on the cliff inside the bend of the river valley, the thermal imager clearly shows about a dozen targets.

Even in June, the infrared signal of the human body is still too conspicuous at an altitude of several thousand meters.

However, they couldn't see their own people because they were hidden by the mountains; the valley wasn't very wide.

"There are no of our own people on the mountain!" The team leader said just that, and that was enough.

The weapons operator laughed, the crosshair firmly pressing down on the most crowded area on the cliff.

(End of this chapter)