In the end, the Military Committee of the 60th Army unanimously decided to let the 180th Division continue to stay on the south bank of the Han River and perform cover tasks on the spot.
It is expected that the 180th Division will stay on the south bank of the Han River for at least 3-5 days.
This telegram was undoubtedly the most fatal to the 180th Division.
At this time, the 180th Division fell into silence after delivering the suggestions to the military headquarters. Commander Zheng was sitting on a stool, wiping his pistol. He planned to find something to do, but he couldn't find it, so he had to
He took out his gun and wiped it constantly.
Deputy Commander Duan and Chief of Staff Wang stared at the map, their brows twisted into a ball of twine.
Director Wu went to the logistics department. There was nothing in the logistics department except guns. These guns were also seized from the enemy. The broken guns were sent to the division headquarters. Maybe they could be sent back to the country to be smelted and used again. New China was founded.
Afterwards, the country was impoverished and had a lot of waste waiting for development. There was a special shortage of steel and bullet casings had to be recycled. This shows how poor New China was at that time.
"Crunch!"
Telegraph translator Zhao Guobang's stool made a strange sound. He stood up from the stool, walked quickly to Commander Zheng, and handed him the message from the military headquarters. It read: Order the 180th Division to move to the North Han River.
Hold on to the south for 3-5 days.
The situation on the battlefield was already very serious, and their superiors still ordered them to hold on south of the Bukhan River for three to five days!
The "United Nations Army" on the central front, commanded by the U.S. Tenth Army, commanded three U.S. divisions and one South Korean division, launched a counterattack against the Third Army's wide front of more than 150 kilometers.
At this time, Almond did not know that there was only an under-strength 180th Division defending on the spot south of the Han River. He had not yet noticed the large gap between the joints of the Volunteer Army's 3rd Corps and 9th Corps. Almond
Although Germany deployed more troops on the front and central front of the 180th Division, it did not dare to boldly advance northward before its "task force" broke into the volunteer army's rear.
This 'task force' is the famous Newman Spearhead.
Newman's vanguard will penetrate the rear of the Volunteer Army, and Almond will also use the penetration of Newman's vanguard to launch a full-scale attack on the Volunteers' positions. The attack time of Newman's vanguard is on the 24th. That is to say, on the 24th
A few days ago, the US military's attack was particularly fierce for the Volunteer Army. In fact, for the US military, such an attack was quite cautious.
Almond had to be so cautious. MacArthur had already learned from the past, and the first four battles were even more so. Especially in the first, second, and third battles, the Chinese attacks were fast, accurate, and ruthless, and they were beaten hard.
By the time they reached the 38th parallel, Almond was afraid of the volunteers, so he began to deal with them cautiously.
At this time, on the road between the front line and the 180th Division, gunpowder smoke was rising from the bumpy impact points. The aftermath of the ground shaking had just dissipated. A truck wreckage was emitting billowing black smoke. The US bombers roared past and disappeared into the clouds.
not see.
Ma Daguo yelled: "I'm fucking your grandma's little devil! The truck I finally drove out, you fucking blew it up like this, you're going to die!"
He turned around and looked at the bombed truck, feeling heartbroken.
"You don't feel bad when a load of ammunition blows up. You have money and you blow up when you want. I still feel bad."
Listening to Big Ma's scolding, Xia Yuan looked at instructor Shao who was walking over and saw him shaking his head slightly.
"Sun Xianda is a good comrade. In order to protect the truck from enemy bombardment, he worked hard until the last moment of his life. He is a hero."
Xia Yuan did not speak, only distress enveloped him. On the way to the 180th Division headquarters, they were bombed by US bombers again and lost a truck.
The truck was loaded with ammunition. Sun Xianda drove the truck out of the convoy and drove the truck onto the broad road, attracting the attention of the US bombers. Three US bombers gave chase.
The road is different from the small road. The road surface is full of bumps and bumps left by the bombings of the US bombers. In addition, the surrounding area is flat and wide with no obstructions. Xia Yuan took them on the small road.
When the US bombers came from a distance, they did not notice Xia Yuan's convoy at first because they were too far apart.
By that time, it was too late for them to use the bushes on the path for camouflage.
As long as the US military aircraft flew over, they would definitely find them. It was at this critical moment that Sun Xianda drove his truck to the flat road where it was easy to be discovered. It was Sun Xianda's active exposure that allowed them to escape.
But Sun Xianda did not escape this disaster. A shell landed on the truck and detonated the ammunition on it. In an instant, the truck turned into a pile of wreckage.
By the time they reacted, it was already too late. Sun Xianda was shattered by the shell, and nothing about him could be found.
Instructor Shao said: "Lao Xia, we should find a place to hide the supplies and wait until dark before transporting the supplies there. Transporting during the day is too risky. The enemy's planes are flying one after another. Even if they take a small road, there will be no danger."
It might be discovered by the enemy and so many supplies will be blown up, I feel bad."
Xia Yuan pursed his lips and looked at the car wreckage without saying a word. After thinking for a long time, he opened the map and looked at their current location.
"It's more than 100 kilometers from the front line to the rear. How long have we walked? The roads in the mountainous areas are not easy to walk. If these materials can be sent to the rear earlier, more people can be rescued. Ammunition is okay, but food and medicine are not available at all.
There can be no delay.”
Xia Yuan handed the map to instructor Shao and said: "Instructor, the distance from the front line to the rear is too long, and it has been delayed for a day. I don't know what will happen to the battlefield situation. This batch of supplies must be sent to the division headquarters earlier. Regardless of
No matter how difficult it is, we must overcome it.”
Knowing that he could not persuade Xia Yuan, instructor Shao was silent for a while, nodded and stood up: "Okay, in that case, let's try to deliver this batch of supplies to the division headquarters during the day, and let's continue setting off!"
Sun Xianda's sacrifice made them sad for a short time, and then they cheered up. Since Sun Xianda's sacrifice could not find anything to prove him, Lao Yang led people to find some ashes from the car wreckage, dug a big pit, and put the
This piece of ashes was buried in a pit, with limited conditions and no monument.
"I don't know how many comrades like Sun Xianda did not erect a monument during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. When times change, perhaps this tomb will become an inconspicuous small slope and will be bulldozed by the development of the times."
I lit a cigarette and dispelled the heaviness in my heart. I got back in the truck, started the car and continued to head towards the division headquarters. Then another huge crisis appeared. There was insufficient fuel in the US military truck, and there was still a long way to go from the division headquarters.
Most of the time, the truck broke down halfway.
"U.S. military trucks have consumed a lot of fuel on the way to transportation. They may need to replenish fuel when they return to the base. It is normal for the trucks to break down halfway."
"Then what do we do now?"
"Hide the vehicles first. Those that can be driven will continue on the road. Those that cannot be driven will stay here and wait for the comrades in front to pass the news."
"Company commander, company commander!"
While instructor Shao was talking to Xia Yuan, Wang Xiaoliang, who was responsible for the reconnaissance mission, stood on the top of the mountain and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Our comrade has met our comrade."
Everyone got up and ran to the top of the mountain. From a distance, they saw a group of comrades walking along the mountain road. They also saw a company on the top of the mountain and waved to them.
"Comrade, which part of you are you, and why are you here?"
The person on the other side came, a company commander. After asking, he learned that he was a comrade from the machine gun company of the 2nd Battalion of the 539th Regiment.
"We belong to the 1st Battalion and 1st Company of the 538th Regiment. We have seized several trucks of supplies and are about to send these supplies to the division headquarters."
Xia Yuan shook hands with him and asked: "Comrade, where are you going?"
"Reinforcement in Jiuluan Mountain, the battle on the front line is fierce, and the foreign devils' offensive is even more fierce. Not only from the front, but also from the east side, US troops have appeared. We have to rush over to block the US troops from the east side and delay time."
The commander of the machine gun company said.
"We have seized four trucks of ammunition. One truck was bombed by the foreign enemy's plane. There are still three trucks of ammunition left. These ammunition are transported to the rear and must also be transported to the front. Why don't you take them with you? If you encounter brother troops
, just distribute these supplies to them.”
Xia Yuan's plan was to hand over these supplies to the division headquarters and have them uniformly distributed by the division commander. However, now that the trucks have broken down halfway and there are not many that can be driven, the transportation of these supplies needs to be carefully considered.
Since the wounded began to be transferred to the rear, medicines were life-saving items and had to be sent to the division headquarters. All the officers and soldiers of the 180th Division had not eaten or drank for a long time, and some canned goods needed to be sent to the rear, while the other part could be left at the front.
"Okay, okay, great. With this batch of ammunition, the soldiers don't need to worry about ammunition. After fighting for so many days, the consumption of ammunition is very large. The soldiers have been marching continuously, and they have reached the point of exhaustion.
We haven't had a break for several days, so this batch of ammunition is a real help in times of need!"
The company commander was very happy to hold Xia Yuan's hand, holding it hard and not letting go.
He looked at the truck down the hill and asked: "Comrade, I wonder if you can give us a box of cans. Don't ask for more, just one box is enough. Several soldiers in the machine gun company suffer from night blindness and cannot eat well or sleep well."
Okay, I can't see clearly at night. It would be terrible if the foreign devils attack at night. The health worker said that night blindness is caused by malnutrition. I'm thinking about improving the food for the soldiers, but the superiors can't come up with any food.
For a while, the soldiers survived by eating wild vegetables, but those who suffered from night blindness also began to lose their sight during the day."
He felt a little ashamed, and then said cautiously: "The foreign devils don't bring food with them during the war. It's too difficult to seize it from them. There is a box of cans. I will open one can during meal time and make soup for them to drink to warm themselves up."
"
Seeing a company commander doing this for the sake of the soldiers, the soldiers of the company felt really uncomfortable. At this point in the war, it was very difficult for all the units. Fortunately, they followed the company commander and captured the U.S. military.
After getting supplies, I ate canned food this morning. One can can last me a whole day without eating.
Life is getting better for them, but there are still many brother troops who are still having a hard time.
"Company commander..."
The soldiers of the first company looked at Xia Yuan hesitantly. They raised their heads to see the soldiers of the brother army supporting each other. They were not injured, but tired. Many soldiers had not eaten for several days and were so weak that they could not climb the mountains.
He had no strength, but he showed amazing perseverance on the battlefield.
Xia Yuan felt very unhappy.
The history book is too small. Just open a page and it will be their lives. In the vast river of history, they are so insignificant, but in this world, the light they exude is so dazzling. It is they who embellish history.
The long river makes the long river look more dazzling.
"Comrade, there are three carts of cans. You take two carts with you. If you encounter brotherly troops, distribute these cans to the brotherly troops. The soldiers are fighting against the foreign devils despite hunger. We cannot sit idly by."
After much thought, Xia Yuan decided to make his own decision and distribute the two carts of supplies to the comrades in the machine gun company in front of him. They would then hand them over to the battalion headquarters or give the cans directly to them when he met other comrades.
The commander of the machine gun company in front of him showed joy on his face, but hesitation followed: "Comrade, the materials have been given to us, how can you give instructions to the division commander? This is a violation of discipline."
"Discipline is dead, but people are alive. If I watch the soldiers sacrifice in front of me in order to maintain discipline, is it necessary to abide by such discipline? Canned food is for emergencies, and the soldiers are so hungry that they can't even walk.
If I can’t walk, do I still care about the so-called discipline? We have to adapt to the situation on the battlefield."
Xia Yuan grabbed his hand and said: "Take the cans with you and let the soldiers eat first. There are a lot of cans in the three carts. The situation of other companies is not optimistic either. We must send the cans to the comrades of other companies."
I want to send another car of cans to the rear. There are many wounded in the rear. They need nutrition. These cans are their only source of nutrition."
The company commander let go of Xia Yuan's hand and saluted him with a standard military salute in gratitude.
Xia Yuan returned the greeting to him solemnly.
After blowing up one truck, they were left with three trucks of ammunition, three trucks of cans, and four trucks of medicine. Finally, they were left with one truck of cans and four trucks of medicine. There were many mules in the gun battery, and the mules were pulling behind them.
However, after continuous battles, the baggage behind the mules became less and less. The ammunition consumption of the cannon battery was very serious. So far, the number of artillery shells that can be used is not much. Many mortars have become iron frames and have no effect.
However, the mules could still haul a lot of ammunition and cans. The commander of the machine gun company hurriedly asked people to move the things, and asked some people to open a few boxes of cans and share them. Three trucks of cans, if distributed to all the volunteer officers and soldiers of the 180th Division,
There is definitely not enough points on the body. Even three more cars are not enough. Xia Yuan can only do some things within his ability.