As quiet as the early spring dawn, the warm wind from the south blows away the winter ice and snow. Among the withered yellow grass stems, a touch of vibrant green appears. Green represents vitality, and this has been true since ancient times. Especially on the grassland.

, green represents hope and the end of a cold winter.

Two hundred miles ahead of Jiayuguan, there is a canyon. The mountains around the canyon are rich in quartz, which is white and crystal clear. Whenever the moon is in the sky, the quartz stones on the mountain sparkle like stars in the sky. Therefore, the stone was named Xingxing Stone, and the mountain was named Xingxing Mountain.

, the mountain gorge is also named Xingxing gorge.

Anyone who has traveled through the Western Regions knows that entering Jiayuguan is the land of the Han people. Exiting Xingxing Gorge is the land of the Western Regions. Since the Han people lost Xingxing Gorge in the late Tang Dynasty, no Han soldiers have set foot here for thousands of years.

Crossing the Hexi Corridor, the ancient Silk Road divided into three routes: the South Route, the Middle Route and the North Route when it reached the intersection of Gansu and the Western Regions. The South Route crossed the steep Altun Mountains, the Middle Route passed through the uninhabited land of Lop Nur, and the North Route ran from Dunhuang through Hami.

Enter the Western Region.

Xingxing Gorge is a dangerous pass on the ancient Silk Road. It is surrounded by mountains and mountains, an S-shaped mountain road winds through it, and dangerous rocks and cliffs on both sides. It has the potential of "one man can guard the pass, and ten thousand people cannot open it". It is not only the Western Regions

The dividing line with Gansu is also the watershed between two different cultural styles. For people from the Western Regions, Xingxing Gorge is a courtyard wall. After passing the courtyard wall, you have left the Western Regions.

The giant ax chops the skin of the mountain, and the bones and muscles of the mountain spirit are thick. It acts as a wheel and makes the horse hesitate!

This poem describes the ruggedness of Xingxing Gorge!

Five thousand elite Mongolian soldiers are stationed here, guarding this steep canyon. They have the best weapons of the Mongols in their hands, and they have built the strongest bunkers on the mountain. Even in the battle of Galdan to seize the throne, he fought with Arab

When Tan Yu was fighting in a bloody battle, he did not use this powerful force in the easternmost part of Jungar Mongolia.

After seeing the defenses of Xingxing Gorge, Galdan once made a bold statement. If the Ming Dynasty wanted to seize Xingxing Gorge, they would have to pile the corpses as high as Xingxing Mountain.

In the faint morning light of dawn, the Mongolian soldiers outside Xingxing Gorge suddenly heard a roar in the sky.

Many Mongolian soldiers are accustomed to this. This is the airship of the Ming army. During this period, they fly around every morning. At dawn, you can still see huge airships hovering in the sky. A few days ago, some bombs were dropped.

After coming down, I don't even bother to throw the bomb now, it is considered harmless to the Mongolian soldiers and animals. It's just a bit noisy, but it doesn't matter once you get used to it. Anyway, it flies in the sky and doesn't bite anyone.

Today's roar was louder. In the dim skylight, the Mongolian soldiers saw more than a dozen huge black shadows. They felt that something was wrong, but they didn't know what was wrong. A few brave ones fired into the sky.

Two shots. The bullets pierced the starry sky, and even the sides of the airship could not be touched.

This thing is confident because of its height. Even the guns and cannons in the hands of the Mongols can't do anything with the airship.

On a flat land to the east of Xingxing Town, Cao Bianjiao and more than twenty people crawled in the darkness before dawn. Three fires were placed in a triangle on the ground. Everyone was nervously staring at the black muzzles of Xingxing Town in the distance.

, all aimed at the main road out of Xingxing Town. Anyone who passes by will be immediately beaten into a sieve.

Half a month ago, Cao Bianjiao led a commando of 100 people into the Tianshan Mountains. He only carried the latest Aka 47 rifles, box cannons and other light weapons. Their mission was to cross the Hongliu River silently.

Pass through Xingxing Gorge. Then build a landing site on the edge of Xingxing Town.

"Captain! Why aren't you here yet? It's already six o'clock." Looking at the increasingly brighter sky, there are already lights in Xingxing Town. Many hard-working Mongolians have already gotten up and started the day's work.

"The prescribed time is half past six, and there's still half an hour left. Be careful, it's not a joke to get shot when the airship lands. If someone approaches after a while, try not to shoot.

There are three thousand Mongolian soldiers stationed in Xingxing Town. We won't be able to deal with them if they come out." Cao Bianjiao whispered to his men.

"promise!"

The hundred people who followed Cao Bianjiao were all carefully selected elites. For half a month, they lived completely in the wild. They drank snow water when they were thirsty and ate dry food when they were hungry. When the dry food was not enough, they had to catch some.

Come and eat game.

Of course, if possible, roast them. If not, they can only eat them raw. If in future generations, they may be called special forces.

When a huge roar appeared in the sky, Cao Bianjiao's eyes lit up. What was supposed to come had come!

"Be alert! Prepare to fight!" Cao Bianjiao and his men squatted in the trench dug overnight. Two to three hundred meters across was Xingxing Town. They needed to block the Mongolian soldiers coming out of Xingxing Town to prevent them from interfering with the landing.

Those airships are very valuable, and if they were shot when landing, they would probably be destroyed and everyone would be killed.

Soon! The huge roar of the airship woke up the sleeping Mongolians. Many Mongolians walked out to look at the sky while wearing Mongolian robes. Airships had come over in the past, but they were not as loud as today.

Xingxing Town became noisy, with many people shouting something in Mongolian.

Cao Bianjiao took out a few grenades from his backpack, unscrewed the caps and placed them in front of the trench. He looked at his watch, it was six twenty minutes. There were ten minutes left before the agreed landing time of the airship!

The Mongolians in Xingxing Town were already alert, and those with sharp eyes saw a fire three or four miles away.

At 6:25, a dozen Mongolian cavalry rode out of the town. Apparently they were going to check what was going on with the fires!

"Bang!" Cao Bianjiao fired the first shot. He knew that it was impossible to stop these cavalry silently.

With the skylight as the background, the bullet hit the horse's head accurately. The 7.62mm caliber bullet passed straight through the horse's head, and then splashed out with broken bones, brains, and blood.

The galloping knight immediately fell to the ground, rolled a few times and howled like a slaughtered pig.

Following Cao Bianjiao's gunfire, the sniper position immediately erupted in gunfire. A dozen Mongolian soldiers on horseback all fell off their horses before they had time to fire. Some of them were not dead for a while, and they could be heard from more than 200 meters away.

A terrifying scream.

Mongolian screams came from Xingxing Town, and then they heard Mongolians shouting something loudly.

One hundred commandos were all lying in the trenches, staring nervously at Xingxing Town.

Cao Bianjiao glanced at his pocket watch, six twenty-nine.

The roar became louder and louder, and the sky became brighter and brighter. In the haze, one could already see the swaying huge body of the airship slowly landing.

"Bang!" Just when Cao Bianjiao knew that his great work was about to be accomplished, a mortar shell hit.

The shell landed more than ten meters away from Cao Bianjiao, causing the soil to fly in all directions. Cao Bianjiao quickly retracted his body and squatted in the foxhole.

My heart is pounding!

If it were the Liao Army's 120mm howitzer, I would be able to see the Lord of Hell. At this distance, it can kill you even if it doesn't blow you up. Fortunately! The Mongols don't have such a heaven-defying thing as a howitzer.

!

As soon as I curled up into the foxhole, mortar shells were dropped one after another. At this time, I could only try my luck and hope that the mortar shells would not accurately fall into my foxhole. If that were the case, I would be so lucky.

I can't save myself either.

Fortunately! Maybe the gunner didn't see his exact position just now, or maybe the Mongolian gunner was not very good at it. A few shells exploded and landed in the right place. One of them landed five or six meters away from Cao Bianjiao. The air wave caused by the explosion

The shock caused Cao Bianjiao to feel a tightness in his chest, some stomach cramps, and bouts of nausea.

It is estimated that the Mongols were afraid of wasting artillery shells, so they only fired a few dozen rounds and then stopped. A group of cavalry galloped out of the town, firing their guns randomly while running.

"Hold them! Beat them hard!" Cao Bianjiao roared, and the commandos immediately opened fire.

Cao Bianjiao knew that he had to attract the Mongols' firepower at this time. Otherwise, it would be terrible if the Mongols reacted and bombarded the landing site with mortars. Who knows if Mongolia would be lucky enough to kill an airship.

The Aka 47 rifles breathed fire snakes, and their thirty-round magazines ensured their continuous firepower output.

The two to three hundred Mongolians, after dozens of them were overthrown, immediately dismounted and lay on the ground, shooting at the Ming army. Almost at the same time, the mortars in Xingxing Town rang again.

The mortar fired at the place with muzzle flash. This time, the accuracy was much better. Cao Bianjiao saw a mortar shell fall into the foxhole in front of him. The soldiers inside did not have time to scream, and their bodies were blown away.

The foxhole exploded.

The body flew up to five meters high, and was hit by countless shrapnel. When it landed on the ground, blood was pouring from all over the body. Even so, this guy was still holding the gun in his hand.

The gun had been damaged by the blast, and even the hand holding the handle of the gun was only still attached to some flesh.

A shot was fired, but no one was seen. Cao Bianjiao hurriedly retreated into the foxhole, and a mortar shell fell again five or six meters away. The soil kicked up by the explosion hit the ground like rain.

Cao Bianjiao's body.

Cao Bianjiao shook his head, his ears buzzed, and he couldn't even hear the gunfire. Cao Bianjiao knew that he was deafened by the shell. This kind of deafness is not real deafness, but false deafness. Usually he recovers.

Ten days and a half will be fine!

Without enough time to check whether there was any problem with the parts on his body, Cao Bianjiao pointed his gun at the Mongols again. Seeing the flames of the muzzle on the opposite side jump, Cao Bianjiao took a slight aim and pulled the trigger.

I don't know if I was hit or not. After firing a shot, I quickly retreated into the foxhole again.

This time, the impact point of the mortar shell was only two or three meters away from Cao Bianjiao.

Fortunately, there are foxholes, and fortunately the Mongolian army's mortars are only 40mm. If you encounter the 80mm mortar of the Ming army, this one shot will wipe you out.

My chest felt so tight that it felt like there was a snake rolling in my stomach.

Cao Bianjiao opened his mouth and spat it out with a "wow" sound. Without enough time to wipe his mouth, Cao Bianjiao leaned out again and used the Aka 47 rifle in his hand to teach the group of Mongolian soldiers lying on the ground.

The Mongolian soldiers are better because they have more people, and the rifles in their hands are loaded with 9mm or bullets. Although it is much heavier than the 7.62mm, the soldiers carry less ammunition. But the advantage is that the charge is long enough, and the three

The accuracy is very high within 100 meters.

Of course, not everyone can point and shoot within three hundred meters. However, the Mongolians who are good at archery seem to have a special talent for shooting. Many Mongolian soldiers' marksmanship can be called sharpshooter level. This is a mighty defense battle, and

During the Battle of Yinchuan, the Ming army had experienced this.

Being bombarded by mortars and unable to fight back, Cao Bianjiao felt a little angry.

In the past, they were all mortars of the Ming Army, capable of blowing up people until they cried for their mothers. However, mortars were still the tactical artillery of the Ming Army. With the battles on the front lines now like this, rocket launchers or howitzers have long been called.

bombardment.

As long as one shell hits, all the hundreds of Mongolians who are lying on their backs will be filled up. Cao Bianjiao missed the days of fighting too much. Even in such a dangerous situation in Wuwei, the Ming army did not stop its fire support.

How can it be like now, where you can't fight back even if you're being bombarded with bullets?

As time went by, the casualties gradually increased. The mortar crews seemed to be getting more and more accurate in their attacks. Cao Wenzhao saw several mortar shells, which all hit the foxholes and exploded. No need to ask, the soldiers in the foxholes must have

Can't survive.

The sound of gunfire gradually became sporadic. If it weren't for the sustained firepower of the Aka 47 submachine gun, it might not be able to hold on anymore.

The Mongolians on the opposite side began to crawl forward, trying to get over here, but they still climbed a few steps, stopped and fired a few shots, and then continued to climb.

The bullets from both sides were drilling into the ground. A commando in front of him had half of his head cut off by the bullet, and his hot brains splashed far away. Cao Bianjiao was so frightened that he quickly put his helmet on his head.

.Although this thing won't recover even if it is hit by a bullet, it can at least withstand the tiny shrapnel from the mortar.

At 6:45 in the morning, airships in the distance began to land one after another to unload their cargo and passengers. However, Cao Bianjiao's side was already in dire straits!

The Mongols crawled closer, and Cao Bianjiao couldn't care less at this time, and gestured with his thumb. It was about one hundred and fifty meters!

I pulled out a few rifle grenades from my backpack. This thing is considered the latest high-tech product. A grenade fired from a gun. Although the range is only a little over a hundred meters, it can be fired in a foxhole.

The accuracy of this thing depends firstly on luck, secondly on luck, and thirdly on skill.

Fortunately, the Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side had a very dense tactical formation. Cao Bianjiao poked his head out to take a look. After seeing the distance of the opponent, he quickly twisted the grenade and pulled the trigger based on memory.

"Bang!" He raised his arms and the grenade was shot out.
Chapter completed!