The guard company also saw the U.S. military shooting at the light of the fire, and quietly placed the light machine gun on a piece of earth in the forest. The eleven light machine guns fired at the same time, trying to attract the enemy as much as possible, but the U.S. soldiers
I knew that wherever there was fire, the command system must be in charge of burning documents. Not only did some of them shoot, but there was even a team of people charging in the direction of the fire.
The enemy's bullets became more dense, and three bullets hit Wei Shanhong's back. With a sound, Wei Shanhong fell to the ground. The bullets made a blood hole in the cotton clothes on his back. The blood quickly penetrated into the cotton clothes and infected him.
His back.
When Zhao Guobang saw this, he hurriedly bandaged him. Wei Shanhong grabbed his hand and said, "Leave me alone, the enemy has already come up. Run." He used all his strength to push Zhao Guobang away, and the one closest to them was
A US soldier fired a gun, and there was a bang. Before Zhao Guobang could run a few steps, he felt that his right leg instantly lost consciousness.
In the end, Zhao Guobang did not run away. He grabbed the branch next to him and quickly flipped the password. The thick layers of black ashes left behind after burning, and the bright red flames still emerged. He endured the severe pain and flipped the password several times.
, making sure that all the documents were burned and not a single piece of paper was left to the enemy.
Zhao Guobang turned back to Wei Shanhong and said: "Our mission is completed."
Wei Shanhong laughed miserably, his mouth full of blood. Even if he was rescued, he would not survive. He understood that he would be left behind after being seriously injured and could not affect the retreat of the division's organs and division leaders. The ideological consciousness of these soldiers was always so
They never think about themselves, they always think about other people.
"Good brothers, let's hit the road together."
At this time, the enemy rushed over. Wei Shanhong endured the pain and raised his gun, using only five bullets in the magazine to knock down three more American soldiers. Zhao Guobang encouraged him: "Brother, what a good shot!"
As he spoke, Zhao Guobang took out the grenade. He did not throw it into the enemy group, but threw it into the ashes of the burned code book. With a bang, the ashes flew everywhere, flying like a bomb.
It was like snowflakes.
Wei Shanhong shouted excitedly: "Hahahaha, the American devils can't do anything if they want the code book. Old Zhao, we are on the road!"
After saying that, the two hugged each other and rolled down the cliff.
The enemy rushed here, but could not find the enemy. All they saw was paper ash on the ground. They could not find the target and stopped shooting. The sound of machine guns echoed in the valley for a long time, and gradually subsided. The rain
Gradually it stopped.
The exhausted 180th Division's battle order no longer existed. The troops were scattered. Each company was looking for a direction that was beneficial to itself and rushed outside the encirclement. Some troops met each other and temporarily merged together.
Centralized measurement and joint breakthrough.
In the ensuing battle, some people broke out, and there were only forty or fifty people, or only a few people. Those who did not break out stayed in the mountains to fight guerrillas. Later, many of them disappeared one after another, but
Some people persisted, and some even fought guerrillas until 1953, when the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea ended.
After the 180th Division decided to disperse and break out, on the 29th, this team successfully broke out of the first team. A team of about fifty people led by the Chief of Staff of the 538th Regiment miraculously succeeded in breaking through.
Incredibly, they also brought back more than ten prisoners.
The chief of staff of the 538th Regiment was named Hu. During their breakout, they met Xiang Dahe, the commander of the high-tech company of the 539th Regiment, Li Benzhu, the third platoon leader, and the sixteen soldiers they brought with them, as well as the division artillery room.
Director Guo Zhaolin, the 538th Regiment Organization Staff Tian Guanzhen and the fourteen soldiers they led, as well as the three soldiers led by the division organization staff Lang Dongfang, and the five soldiers led by the Engineer Battalion Staff Tian Houwa, these more than fifty soldiers
Individuals once again formed a fighting collective, established a temporary D branch, a regiment branch, and formulated a fighting group and team leader.
After many battles on the 29th, they actually brought fourteen prisoners of the US 24th Division and approached the front line of the Volunteer Army's position. In the final impact, the US prisoners who were fleeing in all directions were killed by US bullets.
He was killed, and the 180th Division, a fighting collective of more than fifty people, finally returned to the position of the 181st Division.
Commander Wei, who was anxious because of the complete interruption of contact with the 180th Division, immediately met with Chief of Staff Hu of the 538th Regiment who broke out. After learning that the 180th Division dispersed and broke out, he immediately ordered cadres with combat experience and
Soldiers, take food and ammunition and enter the mountains to look for the officers and soldiers of the 180th Division who have broken through. Deputy Commander Zha, who was very angry at the huge losses of the troops, suggested that two divisions be dispatched to immediately counterattack to meet the breakout.
180th Division.
Deputy Commander Zha even said: "If the superiors hold me accountable, I, Zha Yusheng, will hand over my head!"
Commander Wei rejected Deputy Commander Zha's suggestion. He believed that since the 180th Division decided to disperse and break out, it would be difficult to find them and the losses caused by counterattack would outweigh the gains.
Facts have proved that Commander Wei's suggestion was right. Those sent behind enemy lines to look for the officers and soldiers of the 180th Division who broke out all returned empty-handed.
Another small team that broke out was composed of more than 40 people led by Commander Wang of the 539th Regiment, Director Li of the Regiment Political Department, and Staff Officer Zhang, the training staff. They broke out of the encirclement and brought out the regiment intact.
map and documents, and returned to the position of the 181st Division.
More than 60 people from the Second Battalion of the 539th Regiment, led by instructor Guan Zhichao, returned to the positions of the 179th Division two days later.
Political Commissar Li of the 540th Regiment and Commander Pang of the 538th Regiment also led some people back.
Commander Zheng and Deputy Commander Duan led the guard detachment and some personnel from the division headquarters. This small team was pursued by the US military at dawn. US tanks roared in the valley and on the open road.
Then, the steel tracks pulled in the bodies of the volunteer soldiers and threw them up. The scene was bloody and cruel for a time.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The breakout team scattered and ran away in any direction. The guard class still retained the consciousness of protecting the leader in the chaos. Several soldiers ran toward Master Zheng.
They ran in the opposite direction in order to attract the firepower of the US military. As they crossed an open area by the river and ran towards the mountain, the two guard soldiers desperately blocked the US military and fought back with their only bullets, attracting most of the US military's firepower.
The soldiers had the opportunity to draw most of the enemy's firepower, and the division leaders rushed over the mountain.
Commander Zheng turned around and looked into the distance on the top of the mountain. Two soldiers were blocking the US military. One soldier was killed by the US military on the spot, and the ground was soaked with blood. The other soldier was wounded and fell on his back. After the gunfire subsided, he was
Two black U.S. soldiers dragged him away by their legs, and blood stretched on the ground for a long time.
This scene will make Mr. Zheng unforgettable for the rest of his life.
During the 180th Division's dispersed breakout process, the U.S. military captured a large number of commanders and fighters of the 180th Division.
On the night of the 30th, there was another urgent march.
Commander Zheng was so tired that he suddenly fell asleep on the ground. It was a forced march at the time. The guards looked around with vigilance. There were bodies of sacrificed volunteer soldiers everywhere. It was obvious that a battle had just taken place here. Maybe the U.S. Army
They hadn't gone far yet and had just escaped from death. The soldiers couldn't help but be cautious.
It was because they were too cautious about their surroundings that no one noticed the fallen Master Zheng.
Master Zheng was so tired that he didn't eat, drink or rest for several days. He marched in a hurry and climbed mountains and ridges. He was old and his body couldn't hold on anymore. He didn't know how long he slept before he woke up.
, rubbing his cheeks, trying his best to wake himself up, looking around, there were no soldiers left.
He blamed himself painfully: "How could I sleep? What happened to me? What to do with my troops? What to do with the soldiers? They all died to save me, or were captured by the US military. I
Can’t sleep!”
In addition, Master Zheng was also wondering that no one noticed him when he fell to the ground like this.
Everyone was moving hastily just now, and there were many seriously injured people who could not walk lying on the ground, as well as the bodies of martyrs. After Commander Zheng fell asleep, he mingled among them, and the guards did not recognize that the commander was here.
There were many soldiers lying beside him, some with their eyes open and still looking ahead, and some with their eyes closed as if they were asleep. Master Zheng pushed them one by one, but none of them could move.
They had already died, some had been shot several times, and some were just lying here because they were exhausted. Maybe they wanted to lie down and rest for a while during the intermission of the battle. The people in front of them must still be vigilantly monitoring the enemy.
However, after such a trip, some seriously injured people could never stand up again.
Master Zheng reached out and wiped the eyes of the soldier who had not closed his eyes. His heart felt like a knife cutting through him, and he felt extremely guilty in his heart.
'You are all my good soldiers. I didn't take you out safely. It's all my fault. I'm not a good teacher. I'm not a good brother. You suffer with me. If there is an afterlife, I hope you can have more sugar in your life.
, less bitter.'
Looking around, there is no one.
Commander Zheng is still most worried about the troops who broke out of the encirclement. How are they doing now? Are the people who broke out of the encirclement safe? The 538th Regiment is under the greatest pressure. Have they suffered many casualties?
His head was full of questions tormenting him.
Teacher Zheng subconsciously placed his hand on his chest. The small pocket contained his mother's longing for him. He took it out. He couldn't see anything clearly in the dark night. Among the blurred handwriting was his mother's horizontal stroke.
With one stroke of writing, he felt his mother's longing for him.
He raised his head again, his eyes firm.
"The mothers of the soldiers are also thinking about their sons. I can't sit like this. I have to go find them quickly. They are leaderless. What should they do? Zheng Xianjun, stand up!"
Dragging his exhausted body, he staggered to his feet. He estimated that the troops had not gone far because they did not hear the fierce gunshots.
While walking, he checked his pistol and found that there was only one magazine left. Encountered an enemy who could not resist for long, so Commander Zheng picked up a Soviet-made water rifle next to the martyr, and picked up some bullets.
I secretly thought, if the US military discovers me, I will shoot and attract as many as possible. This will also reduce some pressure on the comrades who are breaking through.
Looking at my clothes, the US military should be able to tell clearly that I am an officer.
Commander Zheng thought to himself that he had no intention of taking off his clothes. These clothes might be able to attract more US troops.
Just like that, after a brief tidying up, Master Zheng moved forward and started to catch up with the team.
Commander Zheng walked for a long time. Along the way there were craters blown by artillery shells and the remains of our soldiers. He judged that these places must have experienced a melee just now, and the distance between the two sides should be very close.
.
The corpses were lying everywhere, it was too horrible to see.
Some soldiers and enemies strangled each other's necks to death, and some had bayonets stuck in each other's bodies. Judging from the scene, none of the 180th Division soldiers who grabbed American soldiers could take out their hands. The soldiers'
The hands are like steel forks that tightly clamp the enemy's neck.
They fought with the determination to die with their enemies.
Suddenly, someone called him.
"Teacher, Commander! Is it really you? Am I right?"
Master Zheng heard it clearly. The voice was very familiar. It was his own guard.
The guard happily called Master Zheng. When Master Zheng came closer, he saw that he was really his own guard.
The guard's voice suddenly became choked with sobs, he hugged the division commander and started crying: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu After rushing out just now, we couldn't see you in the head count, but it made us anxious to death. Deputy Division Commander Duan ordered me to walk along
I'll look for you all the way back. Fortunately, fortunately, sir, there's nothing wrong with you."
Commander Zheng said: "Don't cry, you came just in time. I guess there must be many people who have not followed the main force. We can't leave them alone. I want to take them out of the encirclement. Let's search for them along the same route."
After hearing this, the guard hurriedly persuaded: "Commander, there are enemies everywhere on the mountain now. Just the two of us can't do it. Let alone looking for others, we both have to go in. Commander, what time is it now? Troops
After they were broken up, the enemy chased them like crazy. From time to time, they would encounter enemies, and it was common for them to fight each other."
"Many companies find the right direction by themselves, suddenly attack the enemy, and rush out of the encirclement. Let's leave quickly. I must ensure your safety. Your safety is my life. Division commander, you must cooperate with me."
Teacher Zheng thought over and over again and sighed helplessly. He thought of things and problems too simply.
He was silent for a long time, looking in the direction behind him, heartbroken but helpless, "Okay, from now on, you are not allowed to call me commander or division commander, just call me Lao Wang. We will encounter enemy situations at any time now. In extraordinary times,
Do you understand?"
The guard understood what Master Zheng meant and nodded.
Commander Zheng's meaning is also very simple. Putting aside my status as a division commander and a guard, there is no need to use your own life to protect me when I am in danger. We are now comrades-in-arms and brothers, and we are no longer in a superior-subordinate relationship.
Even if Master Zheng thinks so in his heart, would the guard think so in his heart?