Many soldiers had just woken up when their stomachs growled. They touched the shriveled grain bars, carefully pinched some fried noodles from the inside, put them on the tip of their tongues, rolled their tongues, and licked their black fingers.
There was yellowish powder on my stomach, and I drank some water, but I still couldn't feel slightly full.
Instead, I became hungrier.
The soldiers used their belts to tighten their stomachs and squeeze their intestines together so that they would not feel hungry.
Wang Xiaoliang carefully licked the fried noodles powder on his dirty hands until it was clean. Many soldiers had already finished eating the fried noodles. He took off the food strips and carefully turned out the inner bag. There were still
Dip the fried noodles powder, pour some into the empty cans seized from the US military, then pour some water, pick some grass, crush it and throw it in, break two branches to make chopsticks, and make a simple breakfast.
The food goes into the stomach.
The weeds were difficult to swallow, and many soldiers had unbearable expressions on their faces. They endured the discomfort and swallowed the food into their stomachs.
Lao Yang made some batter for Xia Yuan and put wild vegetables picked from the forest in it. "Eat some. You must be very hungry when you were on a mission last night."
"I'm not hungry."
Xia Yuan shook his head, "I still have a lot of fried noodles with me to share with the soldiers."
He took off the food bars from his body and handed them to Lao Yang. Old Yang looked at the half bag of food bars and was a little surprised.
Xia Yuan said vaguely: "I finished all the food bars while performing my mission last night. These food bars were taken from the sacrificed soldiers and distributed to the soldiers in need."
Lao Yang raised his head and said, "I didn't see you collecting the food bars from the sacrificed soldiers?"
"Collected it during the mission last night."
Anyway, Lao Yang didn't know what he was doing last night, so he just fooled him casually, then stood up and looked at the soldiers who were eating on the battlefield, feeling a little confused in his heart, what effect could this little food bar have?
Unable to get up, the U.S. military took food seriously and determined that by this time the volunteers would have run out of ammunition and food.
If he wanted to find a way to solve the current dilemma faced by the first battalion, it was obviously not possible to rely on logistical supplies, so he could only seize it from the enemy.
It is obviously possible to maintain the food of an enemy battalion, but it is obviously unrealistic to capture the enemy's battalion, and an enemy regiment has already reinforced it.
While I was thinking, I heard the roar of artillery shells. Three enemy artillery shells hit the volunteer position, rolling up a lot of soil. Two volunteer soldiers who were eating were killed on the spot.
Company Commander Lei shouted from the position: "Everyone, take cover, the artillery attack is coming!"
If the enemy's shelling in the past was based on the level of shelling, it would have been a fierce shelling at the beginning, but their artillery position had been blown up last night. There were not many howitzers available, but the power of ten howitzers should not be underestimated.
A series of artillery shells hit, like flower petals made of soil blooming on the position.
The soldiers leaned on both sides of the tunnel, lowering their heads to avoid the bombardment. The explosion was deafening. A howitzer shot could cause the entire mountain to tremble slightly. A howitzer shot exploded not far away from Xia Yuan, rolling up enough soil.
Several feet high, the swirling mud spread along with the gunpowder smoke.
The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke spread across the battlefield.
The shelling did not stop and continued.
The soldier in charge of reconnaissance at the front shouted at the top of his lungs: "The enemy is coming up!"
The soldiers hiding in the tunnel woke up, stood up from the trench, lay on the dirt and looked into the distance. The shells falling from time to time caused them great trouble.
Xia Yuan shouted: "Is anyone injured?"
No one said anything, so Wang Xiaoliang shouted: "Liu Tiezhu is injured."
"You little brat."
Liu Tiezhu cursed and shouted again: "Platoon leader, I'm fine. I was scratched a little by the shell, it's nothing serious."
He covered his arm and said, "What are you looking at? Quickly tie it with a bandage."
Tan Zhanbiao ran over, wiped the dirt off his head, and said, "It's okay."
"Monitor, it's nothing serious. You're in good health."
Liu Tiezhu shouted.
"The enemy is coming!"
The soldiers' shouts came from the battlefield again.
In front of the company's position, a dense mass of U.S. troops charged towards the position they were defending. This was no longer a fumbling attack to judge the state of our firepower, but an organized and planned one. There were machine gun fire on the left and right of their attacking position.
The troops move towards the target directly in front of them.
When the heavy machine gun fired, the chain of fire formed in an instant was like two long whips. The shells were roaring overhead and the enemy was attacking.
Wang Xiaoliang dusted off the dust on his face and started to fire his PPS submachine gun to fight back. There were several comrades beside him holding rifles. They started a habitual movement, aiming at the target, staying still for a few seconds, then pulling the trigger, and then pushing it up and down.
One bullet. Wang Xiaoliang also started to do "three-point shooting" to hit the target, but there were too many enemies, and they had long-range howitzer support, and many soldiers were seriously injured.
In front of Xia Yuan, enemies were coming one after another. He was holding a big eight pills. Bang bang bang, a crisp sound exploded in his ears, and he was swallowed up by the roaring shells. The bullets accurately hit the enemy's machine gunner and knocked him out.
American lieutenant in the charge team.
Chen Lie also aimed and fired at the machine gunners and walkie-talkie soldiers in the enemy team. There were too many charging enemies. In addition, once these enemies found a location with fierce firepower, they would order the artillery in the rear to strike that location.
So since the war started, Xia Yuan and Chen Lie were constantly bombarded by the enemy.
This made Xia Yuan feel extremely strange, but he couldn't tell where the strange point was. He could only quickly move with the gun in his hand, came to a new shooting point, and first killed the bazooka carrying the bazooka towards our army position
The soldier who fired the rocket launcher fired bullets, piercing the helmet of the American soldier, and fell to the ground with his head tilted.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! He squatted down, pulled out the ejected magazine, and loaded a new magazine. When he was about to raise his head, a sharp whistling sound came from above his head.
It landed on top of his head with a bang, and the soil almost buried it.
"Platoon commander, platoon commander!"
A soldier ran over and pulled Xia Yuan up. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, which kept ringing. He shook his head and Xia Yuan shouted: "I'm fine, go fight quickly, don't let the enemy come up!"
This kind of battle is completely different from the cruelty of Shangganling. Due to its special geographical location, the enemy cannot launch a large-scale attack. They can only use companies and platoons as units. At the highest stage, a battalion is organized to attack the position.
But Highland 336.8 is different. This is the main location for the enemy's attack. As soon as the battle started, the enemy launched a fierce attack. The enemy was so overwhelming that it was impossible to tell how many enemy troops there were, at least in a battalion.
Although the enemy's attack was fierce, the resistance of the volunteers was also very tenacious. Xia Yuan's front was a line of defense that the enemy could not break through. The pressure they faced was huge. Xia Yuan simply did not care whether the enemy was special or not, and basically did not need to aim.
Press the plug eight times in a row, and eight enemies will fall to the ground.
He was changing orders very quickly, and before he could even take a breath, gunshots rang out from his position again.
The enemy seemed to be aware of Xia Yuan, as shells fell on the positions around him one after another.
"How come the enemy's mortars are so powerful, they are not afraid of hitting our own people!"
The soldier who helped Xia Yuan up shouted.
Xia Yuan was stunned for a second, squatted down, and immediately realized something was wrong. It was obviously an enemy mortar. He listened carefully to a shell that landed on the position. It had a clear sound, but was not as powerful as a howitzer. It was very close to their position.
Moreover, the firepower of mortars is much higher than that of howitzers.
"The enemy's mortars are only two miles away from us."
Xia Yuan judged the location of the enemy's mortars, but the enemy's attack was too fierce, and the formation of the three companies was lined up, so the pressure on them was huge.
The situation on the 336.8 Highlands was complicated. Even if one battalion was spread out, it would not be able to defend all the places. In desperation, their countermeasure was to arrange the three companies in a line-up formation, and the three platoons in the company were
In order to form a skirmishing formation, the three combat groups shouldered a defense line dozens of meters wide, and could not yet support each other.
The enemy's forces were very concentrated, and coupled with artillery support, the attack was extremely fierce. However, our army's forces were scattered and the firepower could not be concentrated. Even after taking away the enemy's artillery positions, our army was still attacked fiercely by the enemy, and the enemy
The mortars were equipped to company-level units and destroyed the enemy's artillery positions. The enemy reinforcements still brought a large number of small-caliber mortars. With a little aiming, they can pose a huge threat to our army.
Xia Yuan emptied a magazine and realized that in such a battle, relying solely on big eight pills was far from enough. He turned his head and looked around. Unexpectedly, the soldier who helped him up had died. He
Grab the submachine gun on the opponent and shoot at the enemy. A series of bullets are fired at them. A large number of enemies lie down, and the enemies behind them quickly fall down.
Seeing this, he fired the grenade again and threw out the grenades one by one. Each grenade exploded above the enemy's head, and the broken shrapnel caused huge damage to the enemy.
"Fuck! He's not dead yet, he's not dead yet! Let the artillery blow him up!"
The injured foreigners screamed in pain. They encountered a very powerful Chinese on the front line of the attack. His marksmanship was very accurate and knocked out their walkie-talkie soldiers and machine gunners. Fortunately, the soldiers beside him did not have enough combat effectiveness, otherwise they would
It is difficult to launch a fierce attack on the Chinese in front.
Xia Yuan threw seven grenades in a row, and the enemy did not dare to reveal his body. He grabbed the submachine gun and fired at the enemy in the distance until the magazine was empty. Then he touched the magazine on the soldier and found that
He only had one magazine left.
My mind buzzed, and I immediately realized why their combat effectiveness could not be compared with the warriors from the Shangganling period.
Not enough ammunition!
During the Shangganling period, a large amount of ammunition was stored in the tunnels, enough for a company to consume for a month. However, now is the early stage of the Korean War, and the logistics supply is seriously insufficient. In addition, the soldiers continue to engage in mobile warfare, and the ammunition cannot be replenished in time. Arriving at 336.8 Highland
By that time, every soldier's ammunition was almost exhausted.
When the enemy launched an attack, the soldiers did not dare to use firepower to suppress the enemy. They could only fire again when the enemy was within shooting range. This caused a huge disadvantage, that is, although every bullet in their hands hit the enemy's
The body did not cause too much waste, but due to the lack of follow-up firepower and the inability to suppress this enemy, the battle was very difficult.
Xia Yuan had never experienced such a battle before. In the flash of lightning, he loaded the ammunition of his submachine gun, reached out to grab the big eight pills, and installed the bayonet.
Taking a deep breath, when the enemy suddenly woke up from the explosion of the grenade, Xia Yuan stood up suddenly, picked up the submachine gun, pointed it at the enemy's body and pulled the trigger. The gunfire sounded, accompanied by the enemy's
Falling to the ground, a shuttle of bullets was cleared.
Xia Yuan picked up the big eight pills again, pulled the trigger, and shot out eight American soldiers. When he was changing ammunition, the enemies swarmed up. He pulled the trigger again and shot out eight enemies who rushed in front of him. The other positions were already occupied.
Being broken through by the enemy, the soldiers mounted their bayonets and engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. US troops rushed over from both sides of them.
He reloaded the gun in seconds, raised the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger. As the gunfire rang out, the American soldier who rushed to him fell to the ground.
What the U.S. military fears most is hand-to-hand combat. They are no match for the volunteers. They spin the enemy around with their stabbing trick and stab the enemy in the chest. The foreign soldier, drained of strength in an instant, falls heavily to the ground and wails in pain.
There was no movement for a while, and the American troops who rushed up were silent. Although they were tall and powerful, their opponents were experienced bayonet masters. They had experienced death and crawled out from the pile of dead people.
The American troops who came up were all put down to the ground by Xia Yuan, and his bayonets drove straight into the enemy's body.
Pulling out the bloody bayonet, Xia Yuan had a ruthless look in his eyes, and kicked an American soldier who was rushing towards him. The huge force actually kicked him out, hitting the soldiers in the rear, and facing the soldiers who fell on the ground.
The US military pulled the trigger, and the bullet burrowed into the opponent's body.
There was a shout in his ears, and when he raised his head, he saw dozens of American troops running towards him. Suddenly gunshots rang out from the side. These American troops were knocked to the ground before they could even rush to this side.
Following the sound of gunfire, it was Liu Tiezhu. The American soldiers in front of him were held back by the soldiers of the second squad, and then he helped his side to relieve the siege.
"Platoon commander, be careful!"
Liu Tiezhu shouted again.
Xia Yuan raised his head, took a step back, raised the gun in his hand and fired. A foreign Japanese who rushed over fell headfirst into the trench. The bayonet made a whoosh sound, pierced through his back, and twisted around hard.
The foreigners on the ground could not stop trembling and died in pain.
Seeing that something was wrong, the American troops who rushed up were forcefully repelled by the volunteer soldiers with hand-to-hand combat, and the enemy retreated like a flood.