Xia Yuan sat on the ground without any strength, and Old Yang, who was dirty all over, ran over.
"How about it!"
"It's not bad." Xia Yuan shook his arm, grinned, and looked at the position with sadness, and said: "It's not an option to continue like this. It won't take long for the bullets on the soldiers to be exhausted, and the position is so big.
, each company is lined up in a row, and the firepower cannot be concentrated, so it cannot hold out for long."
His eyes fell on the corpses of several rows of volunteer soldiers on the position, and he sighed slightly. In just one attack by the enemy, many soldiers were sacrificed. How should the next battle be fought?
There was a regiment of enemies in front of them.
"Let's count how many soldiers are left in the row who can continue to fight."
Xia Yuan took a few deep breaths and braced himself.
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
Lao Yang nodded, patted his shoulder, stood up and left.
Xia Yuan rubbed his sore arms, stood up and searched on the ground. He found the magazine from the foreign soldier, took it off and hung it on himself. He briefly counted the number of bullets and continued to search.
The living soldiers stood in the trenches and picked up the weapons and guns that fell on the ground. Some soldiers carried the bodies of their own people and placed them in the trenches until the battle was over before burying them.
The first row's position has three areas, and this is just a small position. The positions of the second row and the third row are larger.
After the enemy's first round of attack, including wounded soldiers, there were only fourteen people left in the second row, including three from the first squad, five from the second squad, and four from the third squad, plus Lao Yang and Xia Yuan.
There was a piece of scorched earth on the battlefield, and the blood mixed with the soil and turned into a sticky black shape. The impact points were everywhere, forming small craters. The corpses of foreign devils were scattered on the ground. These corpses were very good as
trench material, they had no sympathy for the owners of these corpses.
The winding trenches have gone through a battle, and half a meter of tunnel soil has been cut away. Big eight grains, carbines, Thompson submachine guns, and Bobosha are neatly placed, as well as bullet bags and grenades pulled from the enemy.
They were arranged neatly by everyone.
A group of soldiers with dark faces and no discernible color of their clothes were squatting in the trench.
Stray bullets fell on the position one after another, causing dust to fly. From time to time, they squinted their eyes. The soldiers coughed violently, choking and unable to open their eyes.
Xia Yuan looked at the ammunition on the ground and asked, "Have you picked up everything?"
Lao Yang replied: "I have already picked them up."
"We only have so few weapons and ammunition left. We have to find a way to deal with the coming battle. Being so persistent is definitely not the answer."
Xia Yuan glanced at the ammunition on the ground. There was not much in quantity. Each unit was short of ammunition. Lao Ma just came over and took some away. Their position was larger than the one in the row, and the battle was particularly fierce, and sacrifices were made.
There were many soldiers.
There is a lack of ammunition, a lack of food, a lack of medicine, and an extreme shortage of personnel. It is obviously unrealistic for a remnant battalion to hold on to one position.
While thinking, Company Commander Lei and Instructor Shao came from the trench on the other side and gave them a notice: "The Third Battalion has arrived. The position here has to be defended by the Third Battalion. Our First Battalion is only responsible for guarding the left side."
Everyone's faces showed joy.
Lao Yang said: "Great, the reinforcements from the third battalion have arrived, and we can hold our position."
"Bring all the guys with you."
Captain Lei glanced at the weapons and ammunition on the ground and said: "The third battalion supported part of us and only allocated it to the third company and the machine gun company. The third company and the machine gun company will be our main force. The first company and the second company
The position in charge is on the east side."
The news of the arrival of support from the third battalion undoubtedly excited the soldiers of the first battalion. The first battalion held a huge position, even if it was lined up in a row, it was not enough to see the entire position. A company of the US military held 336.8. The main reason was that it was from the volunteers.
The northern attack is a terrain that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and because the front is a flat and wide road, once the volunteers penetrate from here, the US military's long-range artillery will cover the entire high ground without blind spots.
Fortunately, the enemy's artillery position was blown up, otherwise 336.8 would have been completely covered by enemy artillery fire.
Captain Lei led them to join the second platoon and the third platoon, and headed for the position in charge of the first company. The trenches were crooked, and the wounded soldiers were sitting in the trenches holding their guns, with bandages wrapped around their heads. The dirty bandages were soaked in blood.
Some soldiers were listless, mentally and physically exhausted.
All kinds of supplies are in short supply.
"Company Commander Lei, Instructor Shao, and the regiment headquarters have convened a meeting."
A communications soldier ran to the position and shouted.
"Coming."
Captain Lei responded and said to Xia Yuan: "You lead the team first."
"yes!"
Xia Yuan nodded, watched Captain Lei and Instructor Shao go down the mountain, turned around and asked: "Old Ma, this is the only number of your people left."
Old Ma, who was blackened by gunpowder smoke, nodded dullly and said: "There are only so many left. If the third battalion comes one step later, we will fight the enemy. This enemy is really evil and they are really not afraid of death."
Rush forward."
"There is a supervising team behind them, so we can't do it without charging." Xia Yuan said, "By the way, the foreign Japanese's mortar position seems to have moved forward."
"We have known for a long time that the US military's artillery is not normal, and it should be set up on the top of a few hills ahead."
Chen Lie looked at the mountains in the distance. The previous artillery shells were fired at their position from the distant hillside. The position was very close, and the sound of the shells sliding was very short.
These are all veterans, and they can tell that the smoothbore sounds of mortars and howitzers are completely different.
"I'm wondering if we have the ability to take down the enemy's mortar position." Xia Yuan squinted in thought.
"Okay, these foreign devils have blasted us in the face. If we didn't kill them, they would really think that we are living Bodhisattvas!"
The big man got angry and wanted to go away with the guy in his arms.
Xia Yuan quickly stopped him and said, "We haven't been given any orders from above. The comrades from the other three battalions have just arrived, and the enemy has just retreated. You go over now and make the enemy angry again. The enemy will organize a wave of charges. You can't even run away."
Can’t run in time.”
After a pause, he added: "It's daytime, not night. The enemy can see us. There is a regiment and a battalion of US troops in front of us."
The big man sat down again and said, "It's up to you. The company commander just gave you the command."
"Let's build the trenches first, and we'll have to wait until dark for other things!"
Xia Yuan took a deep breath, turned on his eagle eye and looked at the top of the mountain in the distance. He spotted the shaking figures of the foreign Japanese. These guys set up mortars directly at their door. Unfortunately, it was daytime, not suitable for sneak attacks. Wait until dark
, report to the company commander and try to get rid of this enemy tonight!
At the regiment headquarters, the support from the Third Battalion put a smile on Battalion Commander Li's face. With the addition of the Third Battalion, their First Battalion no longer needed to line up to hold the entire position.
Commander Pang held a meeting in the original battalion headquarters. The commanders and fighters of the first battalion, the third battalion, and commanders and fighters of each battalion all arrived. Battalion Commander Li first introduced everyone to the current situation they were facing, "The enemy's reinforcements have a regiment, and
The enemy we are facing is a battalion with more than three to four thousand troops. There is good news before I have time to report it. Just last night, our people blew up the enemy's artillery position!"
The commanders and fighters at all levels of the Third Battalion, as well as Commander Pang and others, looked at each other in confusion.
"No wonder the enemy's artillery fire was much quieter when we arrived. It turned out that the artillery position was blown up. You are well organized and know how to adapt to the situation on the battlefield." Captain Pang said with some surprise: "The casualties.
How about it? The enemy's artillery position is not so easy to break through."
The commanders and fighters at all levels of the third battalion nodded. Generally speaking, the enemy's artillery position will have a large number of mines, barbed wire, and machine gun bunkers on the outside. There will be searchlights, firepower points, armored vehicles, and tanks inside, hoping to blow up the enemy's artillery.
Positioning is not an easy task. It is undoubtedly very surprising that the first battalion can blow up the enemy's artillery position. After all, the first battalion suffered huge casualties after several mobile battles and wanted to organize manpower to blow up the enemy.
The artillery position is almost impossible.
Battalion Commander Li said: "The regimental commander is Xia Yuan, the commander of the company and platoon."
Hearing about this person, Commander Pang was stunned for a few seconds, and then said with sudden realization: "It's that fighting hero."
"Yes, it's him..."
Battalion Commander Li recounted Xia Yuan's experience of blowing up the enemy's artillery position. The regiment headquarters was silent, and everyone had a look of surprise on their faces. Two people blew up the enemy's artillery position. This is simply a fantasy!
Captain Pang looked shocked, "This platoon leader is really a genius. With one comrade, he was able to complete the task of blowing up the enemy's artillery position. The platoon leader has joined the 538th Regiment for a long time, right? Why did he do it before?"
I’ve never heard of him.”
Captain Lei said: "Xia Yuan was too reckless in the past. Although he had made military exploits, he also made serious mistakes. The merits and demerits were balanced and inconspicuous. Unexpectedly, since he came to the Korean battlefield, he seemed to have changed.
Not only is he a good shot, but he has also become very smart, he is also very knowledgeable in analyzing the enemy's movements, and he is more experienced in arranging troops than Lao Shao and I."
Instructor Shao said: "No, I have become much calmer. I am confident in fighting. That is absolutely unambiguous. The rifle can hit the enemy's machine gun bunker, and the grenade can be thrown far and accurately. I have never seen such a soldier."
Saw it."
Commander Pang was immediately interested in the platoon leader who was popular among the people, and said: "When the battle is over, I want to meet this legendary platoon leader."
The enemy's artillery position was bombed. This is a good thing, as it can reduce the pressure on the defenders, but what follows is another crucial issue, the number, firepower and logistics of a regiment reinforced by the enemy.
The gap is really too big, and the gap between them is completely irreparable.
"The enemy is coming!"
On high ground 336.8, before everyone had time to take a breath, the enemy's shelling started again. Howitzers hit the position hard one after another. The huge air waves rolled up the dust and stones on the ground and covered the sky. The smoke spread with the dust.
, squinting so hard that one couldn't open his eyes, the scout in front blew the whistle.
It was soon engulfed by a violent roar and disappeared.
Wang Xiaoliang was lying on the newly dug trench, spitting out the sand in his mouth, and saw the enemies swarming towards them and attacking them head-on. The dark enemies used the protruding rocks on the mountain for cover, and they were careful and cautious.
At this moment, there were stray bullets, dust was flying, and smoke was filling the air. The soldiers were lying in groups of three in the trenches, waiting quietly. The bandages on Liu Tiezhu's arms had been soaked with blood, his face was dark, and his shoulders were
Light machine gun.
Xia Yuan carried the ammunition on his body and waited quietly while holding the big eight pills in his arms. The smoke and dust spread in the sky above his head, making it impossible for the sun to penetrate and making him unable to breathe. He couldn't help but frown.
Lao Yang leaned next to Xia Yuan, put the grenade on his body, and asked while putting it on: "Do you still remember the logistics soldier in Langtou Town?"
Xia Yuan thought for a moment and took out the black and white, wrinkled photo from his pocket. He felt the lines on the wrinkles with his fingers. A burst of smoke covered it and he couldn't see the face clearly. He blew it with his mouth again.
.
"Don't let me down." Old Yang tightened his belt and breathed out slightly, "The battle has just begun. The next battle will be difficult. You promised me, but you have to live well."
Xia Yuan put the photos away, looked at Lao Yang, and said, "It's the same for you. If you survive, we will go home together."
After a pause, he added: "Don't do stupid things or show off your heroics. Don't come. Just stay well."
Lao Yang laughed loudly, breathed in a burst of dust, and couldn't help coughing violently. He coughed several times in succession, wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeves, and with a whooshing sound above his head, the bullet passed through the air.
Xia Yuan patted Lao Yang on the shoulder and looked directly at him: "Don't do stupid things, let alone act like a hero."
He always felt like Lao Yang was giving his last words. It was not his turn to do these things. Even when a difficult decision really had to be made, he was the first one to go up. After experiencing so many worlds, Xia Yuan has long been familiar with it.
Life and death seem very dull. It is better to live. If you can't live, then death will be more valuable.
The battle started, and the US military's charge still had no tactics at all. However, there were two people in the US military crowd holding mortars. The infantry in front was covering the people holding guns and machine guns behind them. These two people suddenly stopped.
, unloading the mortar and placing it on the ground, the gunner then visually inspected the position of a row of positions, and then stuffed the shells into the muzzle.
Tan Zhanbiao's eyes narrowed and he was about to open his mouth to shout. A bullet pierced the body of the American soldier holding the cannonball. Tan Zhanbiao turned around and saw that it was their platoon leader. His confidence suddenly increased, "Liu Tiezhu, suppress
Them, don't let them come up!"
"Okay!"
Liu Tiezhu leaned down, with his shoulder against the light machine gun, aiming at the rushing enemies, and fired together. The bullets were like sickles, killing seven or eight foreign devils. A row of soldiers also fought with the foreign devils. The enemy's
The attack was still very sharp. There was a baffle in front of the heavy machine gun, which blocked the trajectory of Xia Yuan's shots. The bullets hit it and made a clanging sound.