Sometimes, the coincidences of fate were very strange.
Mao Xiong's armored regiment was stationed in Kulun, Ulan Province. The commander was Major General Chikalov, who had been tricked by Zhang Xueming.
Back then, he was still the governor of Zhongdong Road's army.
Because Zhang Xueming had sold the rail to Chikalov, both sides had a big fight, and there were many casualties.
Now that he knew that the Yan Huang people not only dared to stop Mao Xiong from enslaving Ulan Province, but also sent troops to interfere, it was his old enemy. Chikarov was very excited.
Then, he ordered Mao Xiong's infantry commander to arrange the direction around Cullen, while Chikarov personally led the armored regiment to wait for the arrival of the Fengjun army 100 kilometers southeast of Cullen.
The terrain there was flat, and it was the most suitable place for the armored regiment.
Little did he know.
The first large-scale tank battle in history was about to begin.
At the same time.
The farm 300 miles away from Kulun was the temporary command center of the 8th Brigade.
When the herdsmen on this land learned that there was an army coming to prevent Ulan Province from becoming independent, they were all filled with tears.
Why did he have to be a dog when he was a good person?
Even if Ulan Province was poor, it was better than being exploited.
Therefore, countless herdsmen volunteered to do what they could.
Those who raised cows and sheep would give milk and mutton, afraid that the 8th Brigade would not have enough to eat and would not have the strength to fight.
The cloth makers rushed to make Ulan buns overnight, afraid that the Feng army would eat in the wind and sleep in the open.
Some even sent warhorses and sabers, just short of horse milk wine.
Zhang Xueming did not reject any of them and accepted them all. He also compensated them according to the market price.
After all, he had to bring some local specialties back so that he wouldn't have to buy them after the war.
The command center was filled with famous generals.
On the surface, it was the 8th regiment that didn't listen to orders and fought alone.
However, before he left, Zhang Xueming asked Yang Yuting for several fierce generals.
For example, Jiang Dengxuan, Hanlin Chun, etc.
"Xi Qing, everyone says that your 8th Brigade is filthy rich. I didn't believe it before, but after seeing it for myself, I was blinded.”
"It's called a mixed regiment, but it's actually more powerful than a reinforced division. There are mountain cannons, field cannons, howitzers, tanks, trucks, and armored vehicles, not to mention individual combat weapons.”
"The most ridiculous thing is the number of people. Everyone knows that most troops are paid for nothing, but you're good. I've never even heard of a brigade of more than ten thousand people.”
The seniors chimed in and sighed at the generosity of the 8th Brigade.
If he had known this would happen, he would have jumped ship to help Second Young Master.
Even if he became a regiment commander, his treatment would be no different from that of an ordinary brigade commander.
"Enough chit-chat. If you want to flatter me, you can do so when we return to Fengtian. Now, formulate a battle plan.”
Zhang Xueming smiled casually, and his eyes became stern.
This battle was of utmost importance.
It was the first large-scale military rebellion against the exploitation of the foreign powers.
He could only win, not lose.
"Everyone, after Mao Xiong's Far East troops learned that the 8th Brigade of the Feng Army had entered Ulan Province, they sent out almost all their elites.”
"Although the difference in military strength is several times, there are two sides to everything. As long as we swallow Kulun, this battle will be considered a victory.”
Before Zhang Xueming revealed his plan, no one knew that he actually wanted to settle the matter with a single battle.
As the art of war says, if you surround ten, you will attack five.
However, the 8th regiment was at a disadvantage, and they still had to take the initiative to attack?
He was too bold!
"Chu Shixin, your 1st Regiment will be the main attack. Attack Kulun from the south.”
"Regiment Commander Jiang, your 2nd Regiment will support us from both sides. We are not afraid of the battle line being extended. The more prestige we have, the better.”
"Dai Xiansheng, tonight, you will lead the 3rd Regiment to the Star Gorge north of Kulun and ambush them. Let a white ghost pass, and you will be free to roam the grasslands in the future.”
"Regiment Commander Zhou, after the battle starts, your artillery regiment will extend the artillery fire within 200 meters of the charging troops. Wherever the troops fire, your artillery will fire.”
"Chief of Staff Han, the rest of the infantry will be under your command. After the battle begins, you can decide whether to use them as reserves or as a ferocious tiger.”
"I'll take the armored battalion to meet with Chikarov. Since he's come out of his nest and put on a stance, let's see who's made of paper.”
If it wasn't for the fact that they were too far away from the pass.
Zhang Xueming would definitely engage in a three-dimensional battle.
However, the combat radius of the aircraft in this era was limited. Even if they could fly to Cullen and fire a few shots, there was no place to land.
This also made Feng Yong gnash his teeth in anger, but he was helpless.
"Everyone, you've seen the telepathic message I sent to the entire country. At this moment, the eyes of 400 million Chinese compatriots are fixed on us.”
Zhang Xueming glanced at everyone.
His battle intent was exuberant.
.....
third day of February
Hibernation Awakening.
Spring thunder began to ring.
For most people, this was an ordinary morning.
But to the Feng Army and the Furious Bears Far East Army, it was of great significance.
On a vast plain a hundred kilometers southeast of Kunlun.
The fragrance of grass was mixed with the strong smell of gasoline.
Hundreds of armored tanks roared and roared.
Although the theory of armored regiment combat had not completely become mainstream.
However, it was impossible for a normal person to openly display so many steel behemoths.
And that was what Chikarov did.
The reason was simple.
Confidence.
He was so confident that he disdained to play any tactics.
They simply used their absolute strength to crush the Feng Army's armored regiment.
With the new and old grudges added together, he only wanted to crush Zhang Xueming.
"Heh, do you really think you can be on equal footing with us just by getting some tanks?”
In the command tank, Chikarov observed the Fengjun front through the telescope.
He had heard that Feng Jun's equipment had been getting better and better recently.
However, at most, it would be treated as a product bought from another country.
Wasn't it always like this?
Moreover, Mao Xiong's steel flood was not inferior to Western Europe, let alone the backward and exhausted Yan Huang people.
With this kind of trash, he actually dared to open his stance and prepare for a showdown?
Ridiculous!
The more Chikarov looked, the more disgusted he felt.
He was about to give the order to crush all the armor of the Feng army on this sunny morning.
Boom!
At this moment, the FT-17 light tank next to the command vehicle suddenly exploded. The round turret was sent flying, and flames erupted.
He was stunned.
Not only Chikalov, but all the Russian armored soldiers were dumbfounded.
"What the hell was that?”
"It seems to be…Cannons... Right?"
Everyone wondered if the Feng army had secretly hidden artillery in the distance.
Cunning!
But the next moment, the merciless appearance shattered all their wild guesses.
Before the Russians could charge, the armored battalion of the Feng army had already rushed over.
Thirty Type 2 tanks roared as they charged forward.
In an instant, dozens of artillery shells shot out like comets, directly blowing up more than a dozen FT-17 light tanks and Pucci armored vehicles.
Only then did the Russians understand.
There was no artillery behind them.
It was because the range of Feng Jun's tank cannon was farther than expected!
At this distance, they could only be passively beaten up. Their own shooting range could not touch Feng Jun at all!
"Don't panic! Even if their shooting range is far, we have a large number of them. The advantage is mine.”
Chikalov was also a stubborn man. Not only was he not frightened, but he also ordered the armored regiment to fight back and engage in close combat.
Little did he know that this decision had ruined his last chance of escaping.
PS: Today, the internet was stuck like a dog, and I accidentally posted the same chapter. Please don't misunderstand, it's not a lie, it's purely caused by my roommate's off-screen.
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