Trust the country, trust your comrades, and trust your superiors.
Every head of the division, in addition to unconditional and resolute execution of the orders issued by his superiors, is unconditional trust and obedience.
"But we still have to prepare for the worst-case scenario."
Xia Yuan also understood that the military department's orders were more authoritative than his own verbal narratives.
How could I let these old Red Army soldiers disobey military orders?
It's obviously impossible.
Otherwise, Commander Zheng and others would have chosen to break out for the safety of every comrade in the 180th Division, instead of staying where they were and continuing to block and contain the enemy.
Commander Zheng said: "It's not yet that time. Don't talk about the worst of the situation. It's not that the military department hasn't given us the order to break out. We should just carry out the previous tasks. What Comrade Xia Yuan said, everyone
Listen too, after all, this is also a warrior's speech, don't interrupt."
Chief of Staff Wang remained silent.
Xia Yuan knew that he had said the wrong thing. In the eyes of these old Red Army leaders, orders were everything. What he had just said undoubtedly hinted that there were risks in the orders that might be issued. Should he choose to continue to obey and execute them if necessary?
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In fact, this is not the worst plan, but what is about to happen.
But what else can I say? Is it possible to tell them that I come from the future?
I guess no one believes it.
This road will not work, we can only find ways to solve these problems.
"If we break out from Yingfeng, at least we must prepare for the worst-case scenario, the enemy's encirclement and suppression, and the 179th Division cannot respond in place. When breaking out from the retreat direction, we must also be prepared to face the blocking of the US 7th Division.
We need to break through the blockade of the US 7th Division and reach Mapingli, which is very close to Zhiyanli, and we also need to consider the possibility of Mapingli being occupied by the US 24th Division."
"Teacher, that's all I want to say."
Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at Master Zheng.
"Nothing else to add?" Master Zheng asked, "I remember that you once led someone to the rear of the foreign Japanese."
Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, thinking about the meaning of Commander Zheng's words, and suddenly thought of the surprise soldier who crossed the Chishui River four times, and his eyes lit up: "There is still a breakout route, let's go back the same way!"
"The foreign devils must have never imagined that we would cross the Han River North just now and cross the river again!"
"If I were the enemy's commander, given the current situation of the 180th Division, the two positions of Jiguan Mountain and Jiuchi Dai Mountain are particularly important. Therefore, I would concentrate my forces to attack these two positions and occupy these two positions.
If we can seize three possible circuitous routes, at least half of the defense area of the 180th Division will fall. Therefore, the current focus of the US military may be on these two positions. If we do the opposite and cross the river again,
The enemy may not be able to predict it."
There was silence in the division headquarters. Deputy Commander Duan, Chief of Staff Wang, and Director Wu repeatedly looked at the current situation on the map, and their solemn expressions softened.
Director Wu even clapped his hands and said excitedly: "This is a good method. The enemy may never have dreamed of it. We will do the opposite and cross the Han River again. The US military will cross the river in large numbers and wait for their heavy artillery."
A smile appeared on Commander Zheng's face and he continued: "Tell me about what you observed behind the scenes of the US military."
Xia Yuan said: "In order to encircle and suppress us, the U.S. military concentrated heavy troops near us, which led to the emptiness of their rear forces. There will not be more than one company of U.S. troops on a position. Regardless of our current situation, the U.S. military is not very good.
The current situation is not very good either. We have been fighting for so long and are making slow progress. Their morale is in a low state. As long as we break through to their rear, it will be a success for us."
"This is a way. We can ask the military commander for instructions and ask him what his opinion is."
Commander Zheng called the confidential secretary, immediately drafted a telegram and ordered the telegraph operator Comrade Xiao Yi to send it to the military headquarters.
"While the telegram is being sent, we must carefully discuss the route. The enemy's rear is also very dangerous, so we must be fully prepared. The wounded and agency colleagues must be sent to Mapingli first, otherwise, a large number of wounded will affect us
marching speed."
Commander Zheng considered it quite comprehensively: "The breakout route, the river crossing route, our retreat route after retreating to the rear, all of these must be prepared."
Xia Yuan's face showed a hint of joy, Master Zheng and the others accepted this suggestion.
When the 180th Division was surrounded by enemies on all sides, going in the opposite direction was an unexpected strategy. It is estimated that the enemy would not have thought that the direction of the 180th Division's breakout was not Jiguan Mountain or retreat into the cave.
But the south bank of the Han River.
"Once the enemy's baggage crosses the river, everything will be safe."
Xia Yuan thought to himself.
It takes time for the various heavy artillery of the US military to cross the river. When the heavy artillery of the US military crosses the river and confidently bombards the volunteer positions, then it is the best time to cross the river.
Since the telegram has just been sent out, it is still unknown whether this plan can be approved by the military headquarters. Therefore, the current focus is to figure out the enemy's deployment of troops on the north bank of the Han River. The 538th Regiment knows this situation best. They are responsible for us.
He is the butt of the army and has a very good understanding of the enemy's troop strength.
Commander Zheng immediately sent a young comrade to the headquarters of the 538th Regiment, found the commander of the 538th Regiment, and asked him to send people to find out the strength of the pursuing enemy and the enemy's troop deployment at various crossings of the Han River.
Only by figuring out all these things can they plan their next move.
Xia Yuan applied to let him investigate the enemy's situation.
With night vision and eagle eyes, no one is more suitable than him, but the division commanders and others disagree. How can they let him continue to move with his injured leg? Xia Yuan can only worry secretly. Only he knows how much he weighs
A few liang, it's really not suitable to stay in the headquarters and look at the map and direct the war.
Xia Yuan understood the division commander's good intention, which was to let him stay at the division headquarters and study more with the deputy division commander and the others.
"It would be great if the system could give you command skills."
Command is an elusive word. Unlike medicine and painting, command has no specific profession and cannot produce specific skills through its own actions unless it can be drawn by lottery.
Xia Yuan couldn't sit still, so he could only grind it out slowly with his teacher.
Just when the division headquarters was busy.
Various units, fierce fighting is still going on.
At about 12:20 noon, a north wind suddenly blew on an unknown highland in the Shangfangdong position. The temperature dropped suddenly, the smoke was filled, the dust was flying, and the cold eroded every volunteer soldier on the position.
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Some soldiers from the machine gun company of the 1st Battalion of the 538th Regiment were stationed on the unknown high ground.
There are twelve comrades from the original mortar squad on this highland. They have three 60mm mortars. Now two of them are completely broken. Parts are scattered everywhere. The gun body bracket that is still usable is also damaged.
It was broken, and there was a huge crater not far from the ammunition box, with a diameter of five meters.
Wang Huzi and three other soldiers were carrying people out from the bomb crater. They were volunteer soldiers. Their flesh and blood were bruised by the shells, and their bones were exposed. Some of their clothes were torn to pieces, and their blood was drained. Some were simply stripped.
No intact bodies have been found.
Wang Beard's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and his lips were chapped. If he moved his mouth even a little, he would open a small opening and blood would flow out from the corner of his mouth. His beard was longer than before, and some of it was curled. His physical strength was
The best one among the four was able to carry out three people in one breath, and carried out the rest.
There is no time to bury them now. There may be a war at any time. After the comrade's bodies are taken out, they are placed side by side in a row.
Wang Huzi was the first to sit on the ground, wiped the sticky blood on his palms on the ground, and exhaled slightly. He wanted to rest for a while, he was too tired. He looked at the twelve comrades who had died, and some of them had already died.
They were bombed out of shape and were badly mutilated. Some of them were barely intact.
Wang Huzi felt particularly uncomfortable. He looked at the several comrades who were still dying and gently closed their eyes with his hands.
At this time, instructor Yang Nanzhen came over. When Wang Huzi saw Yang Nanzhen, he immediately stood up and asked: "Instructor, are you looking for me?"
Yang Nanzhen asked simply and clearly: "Wang Beard, were you present when this group of comrades died?"
Wang Huzi said: "An hour ago, the enemy swarmed up from the front. Lao Wu and the others were using mortars to suppress fire. Unexpectedly, the enemy discovered it soon and fired more than ten cannons in one breath...
..When the fighting started in the morning, I told Lao Wu and the others that the fighting should be spread out, but he didn’t listen.”
Wang Huzi has some of his own, maybe he should insist a little more, so that they will not be attacked by the enemy.
Yang Nanzhen sighed: "You are right to remind me about this, and the responsibility does not lie with you. Our machine gun company only had these three 60-mm cannons left at that time. After repeated research with Lao Wu, we found that only here
The artillery fire can only be done on the only high ground, and the elevation angle can be barely reached to the maximum. I also said at the time, there is no need to do this, it is too dangerous. However, they saw that we were only exposed to bombings on the position, so they went up like this.
Already."
He looked at the corpses of his comrades lined up on the ground, and felt a pang in his heart.
The twelve men of the mortar squad paid for this short-term fire suppression for the forward position at the cost of their own lives. This price was undoubtedly heavy, but it also reversed the situation. They worked hard and countercharged to push back the enemy.
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Yang Nanzhen squatted down, pointed at the 60 mortar, and asked: "Wang Beard, can this still be used?"
Wang Huzi looked at it and said: "Instructor, those two doors must be dead. They were both blown to pieces. This one can be shot without a bracket, but it doesn't have a sight, but I can give you accurate shots."
Yang Nanzhen glanced at him and said suspiciously: "You are a machine gunner, and you can also play with cannons?"
Wang Huzi said with a bit of pride: "That's right, instructor, Lao Wu and the others taught me before, it's no problem, just watch it."
Yang Nanzhen stood up and patted his shoulder, "Okay, the enemy will come up in a while. Hit hard where there are many people. I have sacrificed such a precious soldier. I have to make them vomit some blood!"
"I promise to complete the mission! I will make the enemy vomit blood!"
After hearing this, Wang Huzi stood at attention and solemnly assured Yang Nanzhen. Putting down his hand, he ran to the ammunition box again, flipped through it, thought about it, and said: "Instructor, there are only seventeen left.
The cannonballs are fired."
"Seventeen rounds, seventeen rounds. Once the shells have been fired, bring the light machine gun and quickly move towards me to block the attack. We cannot let the foreign devils knock down our position just like this."
Yang Nanzhen hoped to see that Wang Huzi's lips were so chapped and his voice was much hoarse than before, so he handed his marching water bottle to Wang Huzi. From the sound, there was still a lot of water in it: "Drink some water."
Wang Beard instinctively picked up the kettle and was about to unscrew it and pour it into his mouth. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he twisted the kettle again and stuffed it into Yang Nanzhen's arms.
"Instructor, I'm not thirsty."
"Wang Beard, I order you to drink!"
Yang Nanzhen was a little angry and shouted sternly.
Wang Huzi refused to drink, turned around and gathered the cannonballs.
Yesterday, four comrades went out to look for water with a few empty water bottles. There was no water nearby. The four ventured into the fighting area. There, they found a small stream. Unexpectedly, they were discovered by enemy patrols.
After a fierce battle, only two people came back. The other two comrades took rifles and led the enemy to another direction. Because they were outnumbered, they all died in the end.
No one drank the two jugs of water they brought back. They were bought by two soldiers with their own lives. They were extremely heavy. Everyone had not touched a drop of water for nearly two days, but they were still unwilling to drink water. Wang Huzi just took it.
When I opened the kettle, I felt that it contained the blood of the two comrades. The taste was really unpleasant.
They managed to survive until now, but they sacrificed themselves for two pots of water.
Several soldiers nearby heard their conversation, some sobbed softly, and some squatted on the ground in silence, staring blankly at the ground.
Two lives are exchanged for two pots of water. Everyone feels uncomfortable and sad.
Wang Huzi refused to drink, so Yang Nanzhen calmly put away the kettle, looked at his watch again, and thought to himself: time is running out, the enemy is about to come up. He looked around, and after such a long time of fighting,
There were only fourteen people left in their company. Even though they felt bitter in their hearts, they could only swallow it and shout:
"Everyone gather together, study it, and go into battle immediately!"
The order to drink water was refused, but when the order to fight came, everyone stood up and came together.
Yang Nanzhen picked up a branch on the ground, drew on the ground, and said: "Wang Beard, you will be in charge here in a while, and we will all go to the front to fight. Now there is only one big turntable left. I have already put the heavy weight on it."
The machine gun was dismantled and buried. When the Wangbeard shells are finished, we will go to the west. Xiao Zhang, you carry the big turntable and go to the east. The rest of us will lure the enemy. The farther forward, the better. I will fire the pistol here.
You two will cross to block and shoot, do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Yang Nanzhen looked at everyone's emotions again.
Although everyone was very tired, the mission was given and they became energetic again. This is their warrior, just like a spring.