The last light of the sun fell on the battlefield today, and the smoke of gunpowder had already dispersed into the distance. Just now, another group of US bombers flew from high altitude to the location of their home base. They were going to receive new instructions, replenish fuel, and reload.
Bombs and ammunition to complete new combat missions.
Zheng Dazhi, a machine gunner from the Second Company of the 1st Battalion of the 538th Regiment, may have had red eyes during the daytime battle. He saw an airplane above his head, raised his gun and wanted to shoot, but a soldier next to him stopped him: "
Lao Zheng, the height is not high enough, forget it, they are not here to bomb us, don’t waste bullets."
Zheng Dame sighed. Many soldiers around him were killed by the enemy during the day, which made him hold a breath in his heart. Facing the bombardment, they had no choice but to hold on. When the enemy rushed over, the enemy's artillery fire would
No more explosion.
He raised his head and saw the little man on the ground from a distance, stood up and walked towards him.
Wang Xiaoliang is stuffing bullets into the big eight-grain magazine. They don't have much ammunition for their own guns. They have captured a lot of their bullets from the enemy's corpses. Big eight-grain bullets and carbine bullets cannot be shared.
Yes, the bullet for the Thompson submachine gun is a brand-new bullet, which gives the volunteer soldiers three more choices.
However, ammunition supplies must also be seized from the enemy.
"Little man, what are you doing?" Zheng Dazhao came over and sat down next to him.
"Loading bullets."
Wang Xiaoliang said without raising his head: "Our ammunition consumption is serious, and our own guns are out of ammunition. The company commander gave us the guns of the foreign devils. Their guns are also very good. They can fire continuously. After the bullets are loaded, the magazine can still be used."
Jump out."
After a pause, he asked again: "How is your ammunition?"
Zheng Dazhao said: "Like you, they are almost exhausted, and many of them have also switched to the enemy's guns."
Behind them squatted a wounded man, whose head was injured by the explosion. He had been resting for a while. Just now, he wanted to move around, so he got up and moved. However, the injured area was a bit large, and the blood on his head had just coagulated.
He was broken free again and blood was flowing out. The health worker quickly bandaged him again with gauze. Soon, part of the gauze was dyed red again.
Upon seeing this, Zheng Dazhao and Wang Xiaoliang put down what they were holding and helped hold the injured position and bandage the wound.
Xia Yuan saw it from a distance and came over to ask about the situation: "What's going on?"
This soldier was from the second platoon. He was injured in the battle. The enemy came up with a gun and fought with the enemy. He didn't lie down on the ground to rest until the enemy was repulsed. Xia Yuan admired such a person very much.
The wounded man's face looked even uglier than before. His dark cheeks showed no trace of blood and lacked nutrition. His lips were chapped and peeled, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
His voice was much hoarse than before, but it was very crisp: "Platoon Commander Xia... I'm fine. I'll get up in a while. If the enemy comes up, I can still fight with you."
His lips were as dry as tree bark. He clicked his lips and wanted to say something. Wang Xiaoliang took the kettle from his waist and shook it. The wounded man also saw that there was not much water in it, and he was weak.
He pushed Wang Xiaoliang's hand and signaled that he didn't need to give him water.
Wang Xiaoliang said: "Comrade, please take a sip first."
The kettle was brought to the wounded man's mouth. He only took a small sip and then ran out of water.
Xia Yuan said: "Send him to the wounded soldier in the regiment first. It's getting dark and the enemy may not attack again. Rest and let Lao Ma greet you."
The health worker understood what he meant, waved his hand, and two people came and helped him out.
Several people stood up, all a little silent. Xia Yuan also felt a sense of intention but powerlessness for the first time. Company Commander Lei and Instructor Shao came back. They looked a little excited and said: "We have a mission tonight!"
Xia Yuan nodded heavily, thinking that what he said during the day had worked.
The enemy's mortar position has moved forward, two miles away from them. Once darkness covers the world, night will be the time when their volunteers take action. The enemy's mortar position directly in front of them will inevitably be removed.
During the company's internal meeting, instructor Shao said: "Our superiors ordered us to move south and cooperate with the second company to destroy the enemy's mortar position. At the same time, we have another task, to grab food and ammunition."
On an artillery position of the U.S. Army opposite the 538th Regiment, after the last shell was fired, a U.S. loader instinctively wanted to continue loading. The second lieutenant walked over and motioned to him not to load anymore. He might be completely
Tian Zhong kept repeating an action, and his hands became numb. When he put it down, his arms were stiff.
Although these people did not attack during the day like the infantry, they were still very tired, and they all slumped on the ground motionless. At this time, an American soldier came over, holding a box of beer in both hands.
As soon as the people slumped on the ground saw the beer, they all went over to get it. They drank it quickly, finishing it in three sips. They threw all the tin cans of beer in one place, and then they all ran to the rest area behind.
You should sit down in that place and savor the malty aroma of the beer.
There are more than thirty mortars at this position, and the direction of the muzzle is still aimed at the defensive position of the 538th Regiment. There are six infantrymen patrolling and guarding four to five meters in front of the mortar position.
After the beer drinkers left, two engineers went over to pick up the tin cans piled on the ground, played with them for a while, then arranged the tin cans into a queue, tied or bolted them with wires, and gathered them in another place.
Then he left here and ran to the back. It was probably dinner time and everyone went to the kitchen in the back to get food.
Regiment Headquarters.
Commander Pang was also drinking water. There was only a little water left in a large teapot. Today's battle is over. It is now 7:40 in the evening. The seriously injured were carried to the rear to rest. Generally, those with minor injuries are still there.
As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer soldiers still working at their posts and around their positions.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! During the day, most of the fortifications damaged by enemy artillery fire in front of the position were incomplete. Everyone came together to help the comrades who were still working, and continued to repair some with engineering shovels.
The commanders and fighters of the company were still counting the casualties and preparing to report them in time. Some soldiers had finished their fried noodles during the day and had not eaten for most of the day. Their bodies were a little exhausted. They squatted in the trench and squinted for a while, while some soldiers continued to dig in the mud.
Find the remaining ammunition.
In the trenches, the guns seized from the corpses of American soldiers were arranged in a row. These guns will eventually be sent to the rear. Sooner or later they will be useful. However, the ammunition captured is pitiful. The soldiers of the first battalion are using dirty
He was wiping the gun with a dirty towel, as if he was preparing something.
Commander Pang drank the last bit of water from Chagang Li, and once again dusted the dust covering the map on the table with his hand, he continued to look at the map with his head sullenly. His expression was particularly anxious. In such a tough battle with the US military, 538
The group suffered a great loss.
During the daytime battle, he kept watching the battle on the position with binoculars from the rear observation point. An enemy howitzer landed on the position, covering an area of more than ten meters. The air wave rolled up and knocked away all the soldiers fighting nearby.
He felt heartbroken when he went out and saw that so many young lives were destroyed by enemy artillery fire.
Seeing Commander Pang being so sad, Chief of Staff Hu said: "The first battalion is preparing to organize a sneak attack tonight. If we can get close to the US howitzers, we will blow them up directly. This way we will have fewer artillery shells to hit tomorrow."
Come here and lose less."
Commander Pang looked away from the map and said, "Oh, how much less can it be? Tomorrow the US military may mobilize more artillery fire to fight us. However, a sneak attack can also boost everyone's morale."
Chief of Staff Hu said: "Yes, Commander, you fought very bravely today, and there is no problem with morale. Let's encourage everyone again."
At this time, the division commander called, straight to the point and going straight to the point: "I know that your regiment suffered heavy casualties today. Can you help me hold on to the position tomorrow if we still can't get replenished food and ammunition?"
When Captain Pang heard this, he bit his lips tightly. He vaguely felt that there was a lot of embarrassment in what the division commander said.
After a long while, he replied: "Please rest assured, commander, we will never lose our position!"
Then the other end said: "Don't fight hard, lead the team well, the tasks ahead are still very arduous."
Commander Pang nodded: "Yes, resolutely execute the order!"
After hanging up the phone after a brief conversation, Commander Pang said: "I will go to the company to talk about it later and ensure that each heavy machine gun group has bullets. Once the soldiers in the front find that there is a US military carrying a walkie-talkie, they must use firepower to directly block the shooting."
, that must be reporting the position of our artillery."
Chief of Staff Hu added: "Yes, it is feasible. If the on-site conditions permit, each heavy machine gun group must change its position every few minutes, otherwise it will be easily targeted by enemy artillery fire."
Captain Pang listened, drew a small circle with a pencil on the map, and then said to Political Commissar Zhao and Chief of Staff Hu: "The first battalion and the first company brought a very important piece of information. The US mortar and heavy machine gun teams are very arrogant.
All they had to do was put the muzzles of cannons and machine guns on our heads. If we had led a company and charged directly at them, we could have wiped them out."
Chief of Staff Hu said: "It's impossible. As long as we jumped out of position to charge, the sterilized artillery fire would be blocked immediately. Today's comrades performed very well, and they will be healed tomorrow. We cannot jump out to charge easily, otherwise we will be attacked.
We cannot suffer such a loss due to unprovoked artillery fire."
Political Commissar Zhao added: "If conditions permit, it is best to grab a tongue and understand the situation on the other side."
Indeed, from the time they entered the DPRK to the present, the understanding of the enemy by units below the military level of the Volunteer Army mainly comes from the provision of superior agencies. On the front line, capturing prisoners to obtain enemy information is risky, but it is the most direct and effective method.
The guard from outside came in: "Report, the regimental commander, political commissar, and commanders and fighters of the first battalion have arrived."
"Let them in."
Fifty people from each company of the first battalion gathered together and ran to the regiment headquarters. Battalion Commander Li led Sahu, the commander and fighter of each company, into the regiment headquarters first. The other soldiers stood still, whispering to each other, and some
They discussed today's battle and some talked about other things.
"Xia Yuan!"
The guard suddenly shouted.
The team was silent. Big Ma, Lao Yang, and Chen Lie looked at Xia Yuan, saw him taking a step forward, and responded: "Here we come!"
"Come in, the leader wants to see you."
"yes!"
Xia Yuan felt the eyes around him, nodded to them, and followed the guards into the regiment headquarters.
In the regiment headquarters, several kerosene lamps emitted a dim light, dispersing the darkness inside. The commanders and fighters of the first battalion stood in front of the map on the table. When they saw Xia Yuan coming in, they took the initiative to make a way and passed through the crowd. Xia Yuan
I saw a middle-aged man with a haggard face, frowning at the map. When he saw someone coming, the man raised his head and said:
"My name is Pang Shichang. I have heard about you from Battalion Commander Li a long time ago. You are a very good soldier. When I was fighting the reactionaries, I heard Battalion Commander Li talk about the first company and said that the platoon leader of the first company and the first platoon was a assassin.
I am always at the forefront when fighting, and I am not afraid at all. I just made a lot of mistakes on the battlefield. In my opinion, the merits and demerits outweigh the merits. These mistakes are nothing. When I was young, I was still fighting against the little devils, and I made the same mistakes.
There have been many mistakes, but the key is to correct them if they are made.”
Captain Pang looked at the soldier in front of him and said patiently: "You are the first combat hero in our regiment. The commendation order from your superiors has been issued. Now you are on the road. How are you? Are you looking forward to it?"
Xia Yuan shook his head: "I am not worthy of being a fighting hero. Those who sacrificed their lives are fighting heroes. Those of us who survived are not fighting heroes."
"Well said, you are indeed different from other soldiers, but you are wrong about one thing. Those who can come to the Korean battlefield and protect our country, whether they live or die, are fighting heroes, national heroes, and national heroes."
Commander Pang smiled: "Your company commander told me before that your vision is very unique. When Battalion Commander Li talked about you, he was full of praise. Not only did you shoot beautifully, but you also threw grenades accurately. Finally,
The key is to be smart and the tactical design is perfect. The most important point is that your company commander mentioned to me the changes in the enemy and said it was because of your words. The changes in the enemy are very strange. I want to hear your opinion."
Xia Yuan raised his head and stared at Commander Pang. His mind was buzzing and he suddenly realized something: "The enemy wants to launch a major counterattack!"
"Big counterattack!?" Captain Pang thought and said: "The enemy's attack today is really strange. In the past, we were chased and beaten, but today they turned around and attacked us. The big counterattack was wrong. This is an attempt by the US military.
We are a stumbling block on their way to aid eastward. If they want aid eastward, they need to break through our obstruction."
The two of them had different perspectives and naturally looked at the problem in different ways. Xia Yuan fell into deep thought, his brain running wildly.
"I must seize this opportunity to be interviewed by the regiment commander and tell them all the enemy's next move. As for whether they believe it or not, it is up to them to decide."
In fact, the current situation is already very critical, and I'm afraid it may not be too late.