Chapter 609 Türkiye (6)

The front and rear entrances of the valley were blocked by stones, and the cavalry troops in the valley became turtles in an urn.

On the mountain tops on both sides, countless gun muzzles poured bullets wildly into the valley. The originally peaceful valley was instantly enveloped by dense gunfire, the screams and roars of cavalry, and the neighing of war horses.

Shooting downward from a high position, the field of view is extremely wide, and there is no obstruction in the entire valley. The cavalry in the valley can only be massacred.

The moment the gunfire rang out, Victor quickly rolled off his horse and crawled to hide under the boulder, which happened to be a blind spot for shooting.

Victor, who huddled up in a ball, watched with grief and anger as the war horse that had accompanied him in battle for many years was instantly beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground helplessly.

The cavalrymen behind them were constantly shot and fell to the ground.

However, as a naturally tough fighting nation, the Cossack cavalry would not surrender, and they immediately launched a counterattack.

In addition to the M1938 carbine, the firearms they carry also include the DP-27 light machine gun.

The DP-27 light machine gun (also called DP-28, because the West got the year of first use wrong, and the Soviet Union never called it DP-28) is commonly known as the rotary machine gun. The most striking feature is that there is a huge bullet disc above the machine gun. As an ammunition feeder, it looks very special. This light machine gun is strong, reliable, and has good sustained firepower. It can be said to be a very excellent light machine gun.

It's just that it is platoon-level firepower, and the number of equipment in this team is less than 50.

Victor flashed out of his hiding place and shouted an order. "Machine guns suppress the firepower from the south!" He had already scanned the battlefield environment just now. Only the slope of the southern hillside was relatively gentle, and they might be able to attack it. And although the opponent's firepower is very intensive, judging from the sound of gunfire, the opponent's strength does not exceed two companies. "Pass my order. The first and second battalions will be responsible for covering. The third battalion will charge to the south. We must capture a piece of high ground!"

But before he finished speaking, he saw countless fist-sized black shadows thrown down from the top of the mountain, so many that they felt like they were covering the sky.

One of the black shadows rolled towards his feet like a dead man.

"!!" Looking at the iron lump puffing out white smoke, before Victor's mind could react, a huge shock wave blew his entire life away.

Hundreds of grenades were fired at the cavalrymen who had nowhere to hide in the valley, knocking them off their feet.

Five rounds of grenades were thrown in a row, and the gunshots of the Soviet counterattack gradually became sparse.

The gunfire on the top of the mountain gradually subsided. A German officer with an Edelweiss logo on his hat leaned out half of his body and picked up a telescope to observe the bottom of the valley.

After observing for a long time, he waved towards the top of the mountain opposite, made a gesture, and gave instructions to the correspondent beside him. "Correspondent, ask them to come pick us up."

More than ten minutes later, accompanied by the dull sound of engines, several Mi-6 helicopters flew in from a distance and slowly landed on the flat spot on the top of the mountain. The German soldiers on the top of the mountain packed up their weapons and equipment and climbed into the helicopter cabin one after another. After a while, several helicopters took off and left this killing place.

The most famous mountain warfare in later generations is the Afghan battlefield known as the "Graveyard of the Empire".

The Soviet Union’s practice on the battlefield in Afghanistan proved that the tank divisions and motorized infantry divisions that were equipped and trained to fight large-scale wars on the European plains were not suitable for fighting on mountainous plateaus like Afghanistan. Therefore, the Soviet army invested a considerable number of helicopters and special operations forces into the Afghan battlefield.

Sometimes when the Soviet army learned from the situation that guerrillas would appear on a dangerous pass, they would use heavy helicopters to airdrop special forces at both ends of the pass to block the guerrillas. This method was sometimes used to block the guerrillas' escape routes.

The terrains of Turkey and Afghanistan are somewhat similar (but not the same). German reconnaissance aircraft in the sky clearly grasped the movements of the Soviet troops and transmitted them to the command center in real time, and then the command center forwarded them to the mountain combat troops in Turkey. These fast-moving mountain combat troops riding helicopters can easily ambush the Soviet troops on their way forward.

Just relying on such tactics, they had just wiped out a cavalry unit.

The commander of the Transcaucasus Military District, Mikhail Karlovich Levandovsky, looked extremely gloomy. The troops entering Turkey had lost a cavalry regiment and half an infantry division in less than a day.

This cavalry regiment encountered an ambush in a valley. Without even seeing who the opponent was, they were almost completely wiped out. Not even a single platoon survived. Another infantry division encountered Stuka bombing during the march, destroying most of the division.

What is speechless is that the place they were attacked was in the hinterland of Turkey, far away from the front line, and there were several Turkish defense lines in between.

"What the hell is going on?!" In anger, he vaguely guessed that it might be the Germans, but unfortunately there was no direct evidence. The countries attacking Turkey are all equipped with German weapons, and it cannot be concluded that it was the Germans who did it just based on the Stuka. "It looks like this is going to be an uphill battle again."

At this moment the adjutant came in hurriedly. "Your Majesty Commander, the news just came. Aspinja's military camp was attacked!"

Commander Levandovsky was suddenly shocked. "What's going on?!" Aspinja is a small city in Georgia, not a border city. What kind of attack will it encounter?

The adjutant took a breath and explained. "The military camp there was attacked by mortars, and there were heavy casualties! The military camp was built on the mountain, and the shells were fired from the mountain. They sent people to search, but found nothing!"

"Mortar?!" Commander Lewandovsky frowned deeply. Mortars are not light weapons. It seems that the other party is well prepared!

Just as he was about to speak, the phone on the desk suddenly rang. Commander Lewandovsky picked up the phone, and an anxious shout came from the other end of the phone. "Comrade Commander, this is Mtskheta, we are attacked by the enemy! A bomb was placed in the cafeteria in the military camp, and a huge explosion occurred during meal time, with heavy casualties! Support is needed!"

After hanging up the phone, Commander Lewandovsky immediately found the political commissar and told him about these things. "Comrade Political Commissar, I suspect it's the Georgian separatist forces that are causing trouble again. We have already sent five divisions of troops to Turkey. Maybe those guys will think they have an opportunity and jump out to stir up trouble." These bastards have no idea how many times they have been suppressed. Aren't the deaths enough? Do they have to kill them to extinction before they can stop?

The Political Commissar said firmly. "Resolutely suppress! Comrade Commander, there is no room for hesitation on this matter!"