"Hey, you little brat, why were you blinded by the sound of the gunfire? Execute the order! Demolish it!"
"Before we crossed the river, we pushed a lot of water into the water. I don't want to! Wuwu... We worked hard to get these. How can we just demolish them at will?"
A gunner who was only 18 years old hugged the barrel of the gun and burst into tears. The other gunner raised his big hand and wanted to slap him. The sound of gunfire on the other side of the river was intensive, and they could not stay here for too long.
But his hand was raised for a long time and did not fall down.
The very young gunner hugged the barrel of the gun motionlessly, like a poor child losing the most precious object in his heart. His cry spread in all directions, attracting many comrades from the mountain gun battalion to watch.
"What's going on? Who's crying?"
Guo Zhaolin, commander of the Shanpao Battalion, squeezed through the crowd and asked hurriedly.
When he saw what was happening in front of him, he did not reprimand the young soldier for not executing the order. Instead, he squatted down and said to him: "Little comrade, you and I feel the same way. We can't bear to part with these cannons."
, the conditions of our troops are difficult, and the number of artillery is far less than that of the US military, but since the war began, these big guys have made too many military exploits for our troops."
"However, our troops have to cross the river, and we cannot throw our dear soldiers in just for these cannons. If the cannons are gone, we will continue to seize them from the foreign devils. They have many cannons, but our lives are precious."
After speaking, Guo Zhaolin looked at the remaining three M1 75mm mountain guns and two wooden boxes of shells around them.
At this moment, the little soldier had fewer tears.
Guo Zhaolin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go! Together with you, I will burn out all these shells, then remove the attachments and bury them on the spot."
"yes!"
The little gunner wiped away his tears and immediately started playing with it.
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind, "Battle Commander Guo, can you help me?"
Guo Zhaolin was squatting on the ground watching the little soldier playing with the mountain cannon. He thought he was a familiar person, so he replied without raising his head: "You tell me."
"Our company has been defeated by the enemy this morning. Please look up."
The speaker was a soldier from the 539th Regiment. His voice was hoarse and his face was covered with dust. It looked like he had been burned by the smoke of the battlefield. Guo Zhaolin looked up and saw that the five people in front of him were all injured to varying degrees. The bandages were covered with wounds.
It was dyed bright red, the eye sockets were bloodshot, and the expression was solemn.
Guo Zhaolin understood everything at once and said sadly: "Brothers, as the artillery battalion commander, I'm sorry for not giving you sufficient fire support. I won't explain the objective factors. Now you tell me, where should I attack?
Where should I hit?”
The soldier pointed to the southwest and said: "There are probably two companies of enemies in that area. We were beaten badly by them in the morning. All the artillery shells were released. Tell these bastards that the essence of our 180th Division is still there.
There are still weapons."
Guo Zhaolin immediately led a few people and pushed the three cannons into the firing range. Other soldiers defined the artillery range in front. Two hundred meters ahead, there were brothers from the Second Battalion of the 539th Regiment guarding the position. In these extraordinary times, more and more
Don't be careless anymore.
These gunners adjusted the elevation angle, loaded ammunition and other preparations very skillfully. Guo Zhaolin watched without a word. The soldiers' basic artillery literacy was very high, their operations were very standardized, and they trained frequently on weekdays.
Then, he signaled the two assistant gunners to adjust the angle, and then picked up the small red command flag he often used. This was the last time that he, the artillery battalion commander, used these three guns.
Guo Zhaolin issued the order for the artillery attack: "Three rapid fires, prepare! Fire!"
Boom, boom, boom! There was a dull sound of metal clashing, the three doors fired simultaneously, and the huge angle of elevation drew three magnificent arcs in the air.
The U.S. military opposite has just captured the Chinese position. Some soldiers are building crude fortifications to defend against the Chinese who may appear at any time. There are also many people lying on the ground to rest, some smoking, and some chatting.
They didn't pay attention to the sound of artillery shelling coming from a distance. They subconsciously thought that the sound of the artillery shells rapidly rubbing the air was their own artillery attacking the enemy. But within a few seconds, they felt that something was wrong.
The rapid sound of artillery shells sounded above their heads.
The sound is getting louder and louder, and the sound is getting closer.
Some American soldiers raised their heads differently and were stunned.
"OH! FUCK!!!"
"MOVE! MOVE!!"
This is not our own artillery attacking the enemy. It is clearly the enemy attacking them!
They had frightened looks on their faces and shouted loudly.
Then, there was a rumbling sound, and several bullet impact points fell on the position. Those who were running slowly were thrown away by the huge impact caused by the explosion of the artillery shell. There were still people who were sleeping and did not react. They were half buried in the ground in an instant.
Completely confused.
The soldiers of the 539th Regiment who were confronting them raised their heads, watched their artillery display their might, and shouted happily:
"It's so happy! It's so happy! It's so happy!"
"Blow them to death!"
"Hahahaha! Our artillery! It's our artillery!"
"A Liang, did you see that our artillery has avenged you?"
These loud noises also reached the frontline command post of the U.S. Tenth Army. Almond never imagined that after the battle had reached this level, heavy weapons could be produced on the other side. He began to doubt his intelligence.
Is it accurate? Could it be that reinforcements from the Chinese army have arrived in advance?
Several artillery shells suddenly flew in, causing more than 40 casualties to two companies of the 1st Marine Regiment.
The last shelling of the 180th Division left Almond stunned. He was so confused that he suspected that not only the 180th Division was active in the Volunteer Army area, but also more troops.
So much so that in the subsequent battle, Almond restrained his offensive pace.
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On the unnamed high ground, the American artillery was raging on the position. The mountain was shaking violently, and the smoke covered the sky, giving the sky a gloomy and dim yellow color.
"Hey, these foreign devils still have the same attack method, just like the little devils did at that time, artillery bombardment, infantry charge, and the infantry charged after the artillery bombardment."
Holding a pile of guns, Yang Nanzhen jumped into the bunker built on a reverse slope. He exhaled, a smile appeared on his dark cheeks, and there was a violent vibration above his head, and the roar echoed throughout the valley.
Sand and stones fell from their heads.
US military grenades are wreaking havoc on the position.
"It's the same. I've been using it for several years. I didn't expect that the American devils learned it."
He picked up a new gun and held it in his arms.
After shooting for so long, the gun was severely worn, the accuracy was no longer good, and the bullets were misaligned.
"Company Commander Xia, when are we going to bring over the hidden food and medicine?" Wu Liang was still thinking about the supplies they got last night. There must be more than twenty boxes. They are all precious, and they can't just go to waste.
's lost.
Xia Yuan said: "Don't worry, it's too bright now, if you act rashly, you will be discovered by the enemy."
The roar of cannons covered up their voices, and the soil fell down one after another, hitting their faces.
Xia Yuan turned over so that his face was facing downwards, his legs tied with wooden sticks were straightened, and he breathed out slightly. After noticing that the vibrations above his head and the sound of shelling had reduced a lot, he raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain.
On the horizon, gunpowder smoke billows, and the soil on the ground appears black.
Wu Liang had already run up with his gun in hand. A spreading wave of air rolled up the sand and hit his face. He quickly bent down to avoid it, rubbing his eyes and looking: "Instructor, Captain Xia, the enemy is not coming up."
"Did you see clearly?"
Yang Nanzhen climbed up from the trench, holding a gun and shouting.
"Look at the instructor clearly. The enemy didn't come up. They just blew it up with cannons." Wu Liang said, climbed forward a few times and shouted: "Instructor, let me go and take a look."
"Be careful."
"Don't worry."
Yang Nanzhen was worried and said: "Wang Beard, follow me and take a look."
"Yes, instructor."
Wang Huzi held a submachine gun and touched it. After a while, he brought back the news.
"Instructor, Wu Liang is right, the enemy is not attacking!"
Wang Huzi ran all the way down, looking very excited.
"The American devils have stopped fighting. I won't be able to hold on if they fight again." Yang Nanzhen took a deep breath and leaned against the trench, finally able to breathe.
This group of foreign devils had been attacking for several hours. Unable to defeat them, they continued to fight without even giving them a moment to breathe. They were all exhausted and holding their breath.
Now they are given some time to rest.
Xia Yuan stood up tremblingly from the ground, leaned his gun on the ground, looked at the smoke-filled battlefield, exhaled a little, and felt a little surprised. The foreign devils actually stopped attacking, which was somewhat incredible.
Almond was eager to eat up the 180th Division, and now he stopped attacking.
But all in all, they can take a breather.
They gathered all the guns on the position and put the ammunition together for easy access. Due to Xia Yuan's legs and feet, Yang Nanzhen set his own shooting position next to Xia Yuan to facilitate Xia Yuan's movements.
Wang Huzi and Wu Liang were rummaging through the position for guns and ammunition that had not been blown up by enemy shelling.
The enemy's corpse was blown to pieces by our own artillery fire, and the severed limbs and arms were scattered on the ground. The soil on the ground was dim red, and after removing the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, there was a faint smell of blood.
Wang Huzi picked up an American automatic machine gun, shook the dirt on it, and said to Wu Liang on the side: "Hey, it's a pity that such a good machine gun was blown up like this."
Dropped on the ground in disappointment.
"American devils don't even care about their own things." Wu Liang muttered, looking at the broken limbs and broken arms on the ground, as well as the bent guns, and searched for a long time, but found nothing useful.
Here, Xia Yuan had just sat down on the ground, and a young soldier appeared on the battlefield with a gun in hand. The smoke was filling the air, and his figure looked a little hazy.
Yang Nanzhen reacted quickly. He pointed his gun at the figure and shouted: "Who!"
"Comrade, one of our own!"
When the man heard the sound, he immediately ran over with great joy and saw the two people lying in the trench, their bodies covered in gunpowder smoke.
"Comrade, are you two the only ones left on the battlefield?"
"Wang Huzi, Wu Liang, come here." Yang Nanzhen shouted.
Wang Huzi and Wu Liang, carrying several guns on their backs, ran over.
"Instructor, what's up? Look, we found a few guns that are still usable." Wang Huzi was a little happy.
"I just didn't touch the grenades. The bodies of the American soldiers were blown up by our own people." Wu Liang was a little disappointed. He followed Captain Xia to fight several times, and then he realized the importance of grenades. Many times the enemy charged.
They were hit with grenades.
If they hadn't taken away three boxes of grenades from the foreign Japanese camp, it would still be difficult to persist until now.
"It's okay." Yang Nanzhen waved his hand, looked at the little soldier, and said, "There are only four of us left, and the others have all been sacrificed."
The little soldier looked at the four dark people in front of him, and a feeling of admiration arose in his heart. He saluted the four people with a standard military salute, and then said: "Comrade, the superiors have issued an order to break out. At five o'clock, we must abandon our position and march to the enemy."
Gather at the rear."
"Breakout."
The three of them were stunned, and even Xia Yuan was stunned.
Breakout, is the 180th Division finally planning to breakout? Xia Yuan doesn't know which direction the 180th Division has chosen, whether to retreat into the cave or Eagle Peak. In fact, after a day of fighting, he can basically deduce that from
The plan to retreat to the direction of the cave has failed, and it is very likely that the retreat will be through Eagle Peak. After all, going south is not the optimal plan, and the direction of retreating to the cave has also been tried.
So now there is only one way left to go.
Xia Yuan's heart moved, "I hope that a company of Yingfeng can hold on. As long as Yingfeng is not lost, everything is still possible."
The US 24th Division has probably already occupied Zhiyanli and is attacking Mapingli. Xia Yuan doesn't know when Mapingli will fall. Calculating the time, tomorrow will be the 27th, the real crisis.
It may have started.
At 6 p.m. on May 26, the 180th Division of the Volunteer Army carried out an emergency breakout in accordance with the plan planned by Commander Zheng. Before leaving the command post, Commander Zheng ordered an English translator to leave a letter to Almond. He wrote:
He said: Your Excellency General, if you use one hundred thousand against my ten thousand, what can you do to me? What can you do to me with your three-dimensional offensive of sea, land and air? I won’t play with you anymore, farewell!
The translator read it to Mr. Zheng. After hearing this, Mr. Zheng smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Let's go!"
From a distance, this marching team looks like a long, tired gray dragon, moving with difficulty on the mountain road. Deputy Commander Duan helped carry the radio antenna. As he walked, he asked: "Xiaoyi, when will it be repaired?"
Xiao Yi replied: "Deputy Commander, in addition to the water in the battery, the signal amplifier must be faulty, but I will try my best to fix it. I will stop for a while and Lao Zhao and I will think about it again."
Deputy Commander Duan nodded: "Okay, don't be anxious, take your time."