'Fighting in Korea is really different from that at home. We know very little about the enemy. Unlike at home, the local people help us greatly, and our comrades on the secret front provide valuable intelligence in a timely manner. On the Korean battlefield, everywhere
It was an uninhabited land, not to mention ordinary people, and there were no rats. The commander only relied on a simple map in his hand to fight the American devils.'
'The source of intelligence is particularly difficult. If it is not communicated by superiors to subordinates, but at that time, the phone only went to the battalion headquarters, and each company fought separately, so it needed to be transmitted verbally. The timeliness of the information was too short.
, this information is already useless, let alone conveying orders. The second step is to organize scouts to catch the tongues, but those tongues are soldiers, how can they have any valuable information.'
It's dark.
The rain is getting heavier.
The 180th Division commander pointed out that everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The superiors had issued the order to retreat. The confidential secretaries and comrades from the agency were packing up the documents. The radio stations needed to be installed and those that could not be taken away were burned on the spot.
"There are tens of thousands of people moving, including many lightly injured and seriously injured. What is even more worrying is the bad weather. If the military command could have been given two hours earlier, maybe the situation would not have been so bad."
Teacher Zheng listened to the crackling sound, which was caused by raindrops hitting the leaves of the trees in the forest.
After several loud thunders, it rained heavily in the Bukhan River, and the water level of the Han River surged to two meters.
The only good news was that heavy rain gave them a chance to retreat.
Almond believed that relying solely on the strength of the Tenth Army and the powerful strikes of heavy weapons and mechanization, it was completely possible to keep the enemy in front. Therefore, he fought steadily and step by step, sometimes with a fierce attack speed, sometimes with a slower pace.
Heavy rain was not a good opportunity to attack. He was currently considering whether the 180th Division could withdraw to the north bank of the Han River. The 5th Route Regiment of the 1st Marine Division, with a strength of nearly one and a half battalions, quickly approached the Xinyanjiang River.
Division rear movement. When Almond learned about it, he immediately sent a signal to the Fifth Route Regiment. In addition to performing, he also made it clear that he would postpone the attack and set up defenses on the spot. He was worried that the command system of the 180th Division would discover that it was surrounded prematurely.
They will fight tooth and nail to break out.
Therefore, appropriately slowing down the pace of attack is also a way to paralyze the enemy.
Little did they know, the 180th Division had already assembled on the south bank of the Han River.
The soldiers who had been fighting for several hours marched back from the position. They were extremely tired. They had been without food for several days and had not eaten. The river was now bone-chilling. Hungry and cold, the soldiers' physical fitness had long reached the limit. Now they were fighting hard.
It's all about spiritual will.
And such a group of warriors are actually only children around nineteen or twenty years old.
The location where the 180th Division chose to cross the river and the location where Xia Yuan chose to cross the river were not at the same location. Xia Yuan returned the same way, while the 180th Division crossed the river completely in the gap between the ferry and the ferry.
, here are three iron wires pulled up by the soldiers who crossed the river first. As the water level rose, the iron wires have been swallowed by the rolling river water.
Taking advantage of the darkness, more than 10,000 people from the 180th Division wanted to cross the river through these three wires.
The soldiers took off their leggings, pulled each other, and jumped into the cold and biting river water one by one.
Deputy Commander Duan shouted from the shore: "Everyone, hurry up and hurry up!"
The danger comes quietly.
Almond smelled that the 180th Division was about to cross the river, and had already deployed a large number of defenses on the shore. When the leader arrived in the middle.
Chi!
In the eyes of all the soldiers, a flare was raised on the other side.
Immediately afterwards, the roar of an airplane came overhead, swooping down from the clouds, and illumination bombs were projected from the airplane and landed on the rolling Han River. The entire Han River was instantly illuminated like daylight.
The heavy artillery cluster began to release artillery shells at the 180th Division in the river. The strong wind and heavy rain affected the trajectory of the artillery shells and bullets. Although they could not accurately hit the troops on the river, they still caused huge damage to the 180th Division that was crossing the river.
threats.
"Boom! Boom!"
The incoming artillery shells landed on the front, rear, left and right of the team. At first it was sporadic artillery fire, probably a test firing by the US Tenth Army, but now it has become a very dense artillery fire coverage.
The artillerymen of the U.S. Tenth Army couldn't see the target clearly at all, but they kept throwing artillery shells in the designated direction.
They had plenty of artillery shells, and they didn't feel it was a waste of ammunition.
The comrades in the stretcher team were not the slowest. They were two people holding up the wounded in the magazine. In addition to the various loads on their bodies, the speed and strength of the two people in front and behind had to be even. Every step they took was very difficult because of the special conditions.
No one urged the stretcher team to move faster, but they still tried their best to move faster.
"boom!"
Another howitzer shot was fired, and the water column was lifted up to a height of more than three meters. The hill-like river water fell down with a thin splash, and it was like a huge palm stirring the rolling river water.
Everyone's heads were originally dry, but now they were soaked in the river water and rain, and their bodies were all wet.
"Gud-dong, gud-dong" sounded twice, the huge shock wave formed by the shell in the water, coupled with the rapid speed of the water, two soldiers and the wounded on the stretcher were instantly washed away. The river rolled for a while and then flowed away silently.
The comrades behind were shouting their names, but all they could see was the dark river rushing by.
Even with one hand holding a rope connected by leggings, some soldiers still couldn't hold on. They were really hungry. The cold river water consumed their remaining calories. Some people were seriously exhausted. Gradually,
They lost consciousness and had no choice but to let go and let the rolling river swallow them up.
It took a long time for the comrades around to realize it, and they cried out "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," but they called out their brother's name in pain.
The rolling river was roaring and rushing, but no one could be heard responding.
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But it is these frail figures that support the backbone of our country.
"Chi! Chi!"
The U.S. military aircraft dropped an umbrella flare and slowly descended under the action of the parachute. The flare burned magnesium in the air and released a dazzling light. The pilot lowered his head from the cockpit and looked down. He clearly saw several columns lined up on the river.
Travel through.
"You go first, we will wait."
"Come up here and let me tell you what's going on with you, comrade."
"You guys go first."
There was a group of people arguing on the south bank of the river.
Li Mengqi and Lin Qingxue had not left yet. They were wet, full of water, and very tired. Four female comrades carried two stretchers, and the special wounded man was also lying on the stretcher. They were pulled down.
There were eight female soldiers in their 18s or 19s, holding several musical instruments. They were soaked by the rain and looked a little overwhelmed.
It turns out that the water level has risen too high. The lesbians in the hospital and the lesbians in the art team are afraid to cross the river. The comrades in the security team are trying to guide them. After all, they are lesbians, and their physical strength is not as good as that of male comrades, and there are four lesbians.
They were still carrying a stretcher. Seeing that they had not left yet, the male comrades in the security team planned to carry them across the river, but the female comrades in the art team refused to let them go for fear of causing trouble to them, so they insisted on letting them go first.
They all knew in their hearts that the risk of crossing the river would be even higher if the comrades from the security squad took them with them.
They were anxious, and the comrades in the guard squad were even more anxious. The enemy was chasing after them, and they might catch up with them at any time.
At this time, a group of people ran towards the river, and one of them shouted: "Which section are you from? Why can't you cross the river!?"
The speaker was Jia Yu'an, commander of the 9th Company of the 539th Regiment. He brought some comrades from the 9th Company back to look for comrades who had fallen behind.
The guard squad leader saluted and said: "Report, these female comrades will not let us take them across the river. There are two seriously injured people among them. They may have fallen behind the hospital."
A female comrade said: "Who said that? You go ahead and we will figure out a solution later."
Jia Yu'an, commander of the Ninth Company, was a well-known fighting hero in the division. During the domestic campaign to suppress bandits in western Sichuan, he personally killed the bandit leader Guo Baozhi who was entrenched in Dayi Township. He was awarded a special meritorious service by the military region.
Jia Yuan's work intentions were similar to Li Fengxiang's. Seeing the scene in front of him, he said eagerly: "The enemy may catch up at any time. Why are you dawdling? Let's go quickly."
As he said that, he stepped forward and grabbed the waist drum held by one of the art team members. She pulled it back with both hands, "Captain Jia, this drum is useful to us. We can't throw it away. We have to give it to you when we cross the river."
You use it for singing."
This art team member knew Company Commander Jia, but Company Commander Jia couldn't remember clearly. He had been fighting for the past few days, and too many brothers had been killed or injured. He had long forgotten who she was.
Just when Captain Jia was in a daze, she said: "Look at your memory, our sisters will go to your company to sing on the 16th. I am Feng Shide."
Only then did Company Commander Jia remember that they had been singing and dancing for more than three hours at the request of the soldiers of the Ninth Company that day. It was very hard. Thinking of this, Company Commander Jia advised her: "Comrade Xiao Feng, you must hurry up now.
Let’s go and overcome the difficulties. The situation is already very bad. The enemy may come up at any time. Hurry up.”
Captain Jia's earnest persuasion was to get them out of danger quickly. They understood this time and started playing with their pants. Each of them was supported by two soldiers and walked into the river.
Li Mengqi stepped forward and said: "Captain Jia, there are two wounded here. The extent of their injuries is not clear yet. We will definitely not be able to get through."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Leave it to our soldiers. Now the river is rising fiercely, the enemy's cannons are staring at us, and there are enemies chasing us behind us. You have to move faster."
Company Commander Jia noticed that those who were supporting the female comrades were wearing musical instruments, which made it very inconvenient for the soldiers to help them up.
Company Commander Jia hurriedly said: "What time is it? Throw these things away quickly. Don't want them anymore. Hurry!"
The female soldiers refused: "Captain Jia, musical instruments are with us just like guns are with you. How can there be any art troupe that goes to the battlefield without musical instruments."
The musical instruments in their hands have accompanied them countless days and nights from China to North Korea. This feeling is just like the soldiers who cannot throw away the guns in their hands.
"I've lost them all. Which is more important, my life or the musical instrument!"
"Wait a minute, Captain Jia, it's okay to keep this waist drum. I have to keep an instrument for performance after crossing the river."
"The situation will be even worse after crossing the river, and I don't think there will be any chance to perform."
Company Commander Jia stepped forward resolutely, snatched away their musical instruments, threw them into the water, and the water disappeared. Then he waved to the soldiers to take the female comrades across the river.
Company Commander Jia supported Li Mengqi, and in front were four soldiers carrying a stretcher, staggering along.
Li Mengqi hadn't eaten much in the past two days. Her body was a little weak and she felt powerless. The rolling river seemed to swallow her up at any time. She gritted her teeth and persisted.
At this time, the roar of the plane came overhead. It seemed that they were on their way back. However, the plane seemed to have discovered this group of people, and dropped two umbrella flares again. The dazzling white light made everyone almost unable to open their eyes.
Eye.
The U.S. artillery on the south bank fired several howitzer shells at the white light. The shock wave on the river was so large that it almost dispersed the team.
Li Mengqi changed her posture and continued to swim forward while holding on to the cold wire under the water. Next to her, Captain Jia was hit by a large piece of shrapnel in the middle of his back. He endured the severe pain and remained silent. In fact, the blood had already been drawn.
A large area formed on the river, but because it was dark, no one noticed it. He was still using his last strength to help another soldier push Li Mengqi forward. He was worried that if he let go, he would be
A lesbian found out and endured it.
A howitzer shell fell next to them, and the water column rolled up was a foot high. The shock wave of the explosion rolled up the water surface, forming a rapid undercurrent. A small wave of water rushed towards him. He took advantage of the wave that hit him to relax.
When he opened his hand, there was nothing to support him, and his body carried him a long distance along with the waves.
At the last moment when the water was submerged to his head, Captain Jia looked at the big guy's back with uneasiness until he reached the shore and he sank into the river with a heavy load.
After landing, everyone counted the number of people and found that Company Commander Jia was lagging behind. Looking back at the Bukhan River, only the river was rolling ferociously, and the big raindrops fell on the river, causing ripples.
The brothers of the Ninth Company knelt on the shore, hugged each other and cried: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Company Commander, come back!"
No one responded, only the strong wind blew.
Li Mengqi cried very sadly. The rain and tears on her face were mixed together, and she couldn't distinguish anything.
The female soldiers sobbed and felt guilty.
Feng Shide cried hard. Suddenly she straightened up, led the female soldiers from the art troupe to stand in a row, and sang the "Battle Hymn of the Chinese People's Volunteers" loudly in front of the vast river: "The sons and daughters of China are united and united..."
..Resist US aggression and aid Korea to defeat the ambitious wolf of the United States."
Comrade Xiao Sun and Lin Qingxue on the stretcher were also murmuring and humming along, their eyes already blurred by tears.
The river is rolling, but the sound of the waves remains.
That night, more than 600 comrades were swallowed by the river and left forever.