"This time may be the last battle. Even if we are all dead, we cannot let the American devils pass through the position so easily."
Yang Nanzhen's tone softened, and then he put the marching pot on the ground and said: "For the last battle, let's drink these two pots of water. Don't be a thirsty ghost. When we get to the underworld, we will be very disappointed when we see our comrades."
To save face, they will say, look at how thirsty you all are!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Instructor, we listen to you."
The soldiers all showed long-lost smiles and agreed to drink, but no one wanted to take the first sip. They thought about the appearance of the two sacrificed comrades. They were soldiers who had been with them for a long time and died like this.
Seeing this, Yang Nanzhen unscrewed the lid and took the first sip, then took two small sips, and then passed it around one by one. Now no one refused, and everyone took two sips.
After shaking the kettle, there was no water at all. Yang Nanzhen took a deep breath and hung the kettle on his waist. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the whistling sound of mortars coming from above his head.
On the battlefield, the soil kicked up flew very high.
The soldiers were so shocked that they squeezed the guns in their hands tightly and looked at the figures shaking down the mountain with a sharp look.
Wang Huzi hurriedly said: "Instructor, you take your brothers and go first, I will fire from here!"
Yang Nanzhen forgot about the enemy, and then said: "No, it's too dangerous for you to stay here alone. You two should stay too."
He pointed at two more soldiers.
Wang Huzi became even more anxious: "Instructor, listen to this noise, there must be a lot of people coming. Come over, hurry up, I can do it alone, it's too late, you guys leave quickly!"
Yang Nanzhen could already hear the enemy's shouts of killing in the distance. He saw that it was indeed too late and said: "Wang Beard, you must pay attention to safety. Comrades, take the guys with you and let's go!"
More than a dozen people followed Yang Nanzhen into the trenches and quickly reached the forward position through the traffic trenches.
Wang Huzhu heard fierce gunfire in the distance, which was the sound of a Shui Lianzhu rifle. He felt relieved that the instructor and other soldiers had already exchanged fire with the enemy.
Picking up the 60mm mortar on the ground, without the bracket, Wang Huzhu used his left hand to hold the barrel as a support, and the thumb of his right hand to aim straight ahead. This is a simple way to use the thumb to aim when there is no aiming.
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I kept calculating the direction and distance in my mind. I felt that it was about the same. I straightened the mortar, grabbed a shell and put it in.
Boom! There was a dull sound mixed with a crisp metal collision, and then a whooshing sound was heard. The artillery shell drew a huge arc in the air, hitting the enemy's team. Suddenly, the smoke filled the air, and the U.S. military formation in front suddenly became chaotic.
They didn't expect that after fighting to this extent, the Chinese still had artillery.
Wang Beard did not give the US military time to react. He grabbed two artillery shells, shouldered the mortar, kept changing positions, and continued to fire.
Eight more artillery shells were fired one after another, which landed in the enemy group, causing the American soldiers to scream and roll over.
Yang Nanzhen led everyone, while the enemy was in chaos, and rained down bullets. As their firepower was suppressed, the sound of artillery shells sounded above their heads, and they thundered down on the enemy group. Yang Nanzhen shouted happily: "
This guy, Wang Huzi, is more accurate with this thing than a professional artilleryman."
The attacking U.S. troops were blinded. They couldn't find Wang Huzi's position for a while. They only felt that the shells were coming from several directions, so they thought that the Chinese had another mortar team.
"Hey, the method taught by Captain Xia really works, whether it's shooting a gun or a cannon!"
Wang Huzi had fought with Xia Yuan and knew the importance of detours. Erratic positions could easily interfere with the enemy's judgment. He adjusted the muzzle of his gun and prepared to reload another cannonball.
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, his left arm was pushed to the ground by an unknown force, and his body also fell down. Wang Huzi was shocked. He first touched his heart and saw that there was no bleeding. Then he looked at his legs and found that they were not broken.
He slapped himself, it hurt a lot, but his head was a little confused, and it went blank for a moment, and he thought he was dead.
"ah!"
Wang Beard grinned and felt a sharp pain in his left arm. After a quick look, he realized that his left arm had been injured by machine gun stray bullets fired randomly by the US military. He moved briefly, but even though he was shot
, but the arm can continue to move, so it won't be a problem for the time being.
When he was thinking about finding something from the ground to stop the bleeding, he heard a familiar voice.
"Brother Wang, let me bandage you."
Wang Huzi turned his head suddenly and couldn't remember who the female soldier in front of him was. He shook his head and thought about it carefully, but he still couldn't remember it.
The female soldier found the bandage and said, "You don't remember, I interviewed you, Li Mengqi from the field hospital, when the army was still being repaired."
Hearing this, Wang Huzi remembered, and then thought: "Are you the Li Mengqi who quarreled with the second platoon leader of the company?"
Li Mengqi glanced at him and said, "Brother Wang, why do you remember this?"
Wang Huzi ignored her and quickly helped the mortar up. Li Mengqi went to catch him, "Brother Wang, your injury..."
Wang Huzi's face darkened, and he said sternly: "Who asked you to come up? It's dangerous here, leave quickly!"
After saying that, he pushed her hard. Li Mengqi was unprepared and took a few steps back, but she was not angry and said: "You are bleeding. Do you know that if you don't bandage it, your life will be in danger if you bleed too much!"
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Li Mengqi showed no signs of weakness and did not listen to Wang Huzi's advice. She ran over and quickly opened the medicine box she was holding to bandage him.
The sleeve of Wang Beard's left arm was soaked with blood, and there was a lot of mud splashed on it. Li Mengqi knew that without care, the wound would become infected, and if serious, it would be life-threatening.
She cut off the sleeves with scissors, simply sterilized them with saline, and then wrapped them with gauze to stop the bleeding.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Huzi was overwhelmed by her sudden action and did not know how to say thank you. He sat motionless on the ground and cooperated. After everything was wrapped, Wang Huzi
Huzi moved his arms and he could still move.
Li Mengqi saw him move his arm and said quickly: "Don't move again. After this battle is over, I will get the bullets for you."
"Thank you, thank you."
Wang Huzi was a little embarrassed, looking at the enemies who were constantly attacking, and said eagerly: "Get down quickly, it's too dangerous up here!"
Whoosh!
The sound of a shell gliding came from a distance. The sound was getting closer and louder. Wang Beard suddenly realized that this was the sound produced by a 105mm howitzer gliding in the air. He grabbed Li Mengqi's head with his right hand and pressed it on
On the ground, he also fell down.
There was a loud bang, and the feeling of the earth shaking was heard!
"Bah!" Li Mengqi took a mouthful of sand. Both she and Wang Huzi were buried in the mud blown up by the shell. She quickly slapped Wang Huzi: "Brother Wang, how are you?"
"I'm fine. How are you? Comrade Li, are you injured?" Wang Huzi took off his hat, patted the dust and mud off with his hands, and put it on his head again.
"I'm fine."
"Why did you come to the position? It's too dangerous here. Get down quickly. Bullets don't have eyes."
Wang Huzi rummaged for the mortar in the soil. When he found it, he held it in his arms like a treasure and blew off the dirt on it. Fortunately, the mortar was not damaged.
"There were not enough health workers on the front line, so the team leader asked health workers from the hospital to come up. I took the initiative to sign up."
Li Mengqi dusted off his face and shouted: "Brother Wang, why haven't I seen Yilian? Do you know where Yilian is?"
"One company, what one company?"
Wang Huzi was stunned, and then suddenly remembered that before the 180th Division received the combat order, Li Mengqi and a female comrade often ran to the position of the First Company. He shouted: "Comrade Xiao Li, the First Company is not here.
, you go down quickly."
"If the company is not here, where have they gone?"
Li Mengqi asked unwillingly.
"I don't know, the tasks we received are different."
Wang Huzi shook his head. Seeing Li Mengqi suddenly stand up and run forward, he shouted: "Comrade Xiao Li, come back quickly, it's too dangerous."
"There are wounded!"
Wang Huzi took a closer look and saw that there were casualties on the forward position. There were too many enemies. He didn't care about Li Mengqi. He quickly pulled out the shells from the soil, held the barrel of the gun, aimed at the US military in the distance, and fired one
A cannonball was thrown.
Whoosh!
Five consecutive artillery shells fell among the enemy group, and the continuous explosions sharply reduced the momentum of the US military's offensive.
Yang Nanzhen was overjoyed and shouted: "Comrades, beat me hard!"
Wang Huzi fired all the artillery shells in succession and rushed towards the forward position with the Czech style in his arms. He saw Li Mengqi who was bandaging the wounded. He simply relaxed and sat down not far from Yangnan Town: "Oh my God,
I’m so exhausted.”
This voice should belong to Wang Huzi. When Yang Nanzhen turned around, he saw Wang Huzi sitting on the ground. He dropped the Czech light machine gun on the ground, with the extremely strong unit price on his waist, and scattered
A few fell off.
Li Mengqi was behind him. Her hair was a little messy and dirty, and her hat was pinned to her waist. The enemy's shells dropped with too much air.
Yang Nanzhen ran over happily, pressed his shoulders, looked left and right, and said: "There are no missing parts, you bastard, why are you not dead yet?"
Wang Huzi said with some pride: "Instructor, you are a thief, are you all looking forward to my death? My life is very important, the shells must go around me. Oh, no one of you will help me, I am alone
Those who ran here and there with these things were almost dead from exhaustion."
"Okay, stop complaining, we have defeated the American devils." Yang Nanzhen noticed Li Mengqi and asked: "This comrade, who are you?"
Li Mengqi said: "Report to the instructor, I am from the division field hospital. I came to the gun battery an hour ago to see if you have any wounded who need care."
"That's it." Yang Nanzhen saw the bandage on Wang Beard's shoulder and said, "Comrade Xiao Li, thank you, but it's too dangerous now. This is the frontier after all. You should go back first."
When Li Mengqi heard this, she became unhappy and retorted: "Instructor, do the wounded need care? Besides, the comrades next to you are all injured. If you order me to go down now, are you being irresponsible to your comrades?"
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Yang Nanzhen looked at the soldiers next to him, including himself. Not a single piece of his body was clean. They were all covered in blood. But he thought again, after all, this was a forward position. It was too dangerous. They were just like this.
If you point at people, you may not know when they will all be sacrificed.
Just when he was hesitating, Li Mengqi said again: "Even if you don't need me, I can still compress the bullets for you."
"Forget it, instructor, let her stay. I will take care of her and make sure she is intact, but you have to promise me that if the fight starts soon, you will stay behind us and not show your head."
Wang Huzi said.
Li Mengqi nodded happily, she could see that the instructor acquiesced.
Wang Huzi whispered to her again: "Even if I return your favor for the first time we met..."
The first time the two of them met, Wang Huzi hugged and cried in front of the company. Later, the division headquarters asked Li Mengqi to visit some soldiers and publish it in newspapers to encourage the soldiers to resist U.S. aggression, aid Korea, and protect their homes and country. At that time, Li Mengqi
The first person to be interviewed was Wang Huzi.
The enemy came up again and the battle broke out again.
Wang Huzi ran to the west, immediately set up the machine gun stand, adjusted the scale to the maximum scale, and the butt of the gun was just stuck with the big face.
"Bang bang bang!"
As soon as the roar of the Czech light machine gun reached Xiao Zhang's ears from the east, the two of them immediately blocked the shooting with a crossfire. These fourteen people used their last strength to still stubbornly resist the more frenzied attack of the US military.
At the same time, Li Ziming, the sixth company of the 2nd Battalion of the 538th Regiment, platooned, and he still had six people left.
The battle at the Shaxian Mountain position lasted for more than six hours. The commander of the sixth company and most of the soldiers of the entire company had died. They destroyed 19 tanks and wiped out more than 150 enemy people. Now they were blown to pieces and lay on the ground.
Several sections of the tank's tracks were broken, and several pieces of armor patches were burned off by fire. Seeing that the infantry offensive troops had followed up and were approaching the position, the tank driver who was still alive immediately opened the hatch cover and jumped out, rushing towards
Run back.
"Snap, snap, snap!"
The sound of American military boots hitting the ground got closer and closer.
Platoon leader Li Ziming's face turned black from gunpowder smoke. He called all five soldiers together and said in a low voice: "Comrades, there are only a few of us left now. Haha, all the Sixth Company will fight."
It’s all gone. It seems that we are coming to an end. Are you afraid? If you want to leave, I will give you a chance now. No one will know about it in the future. After you return to the team, you will not be deserters, but you can still be a good soldier."
Everyone squatted on the ground and formed a circle. Everyone's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and some had their skin and flesh ripped open by the fire.
"Platoon leader, if no one of us leaves, we will die, right? No one is afraid of who is the son of a bitch. How many of our comrades have fallen here and we want revenge!"
"Yes, I have already earned enough by killing nine American devils. I can earn a few more before I die!"