Luo Liang's right foot had just crossed the road, and before he could squat down, he heard a loud "bang", louder than thunder, and thick smoke rolled out from the tank.
He looked back and exclaimed: "The tank's machine is broken! It can't move!"
Then, machine guns and artillery shells exploded inside the tank, and the fire flickered in the thick smoke.
Boom, there was another loud noise, the tank's gasoline exploded, green and yellow smoke rushed out, and flames kept rushing outside. There was also a roaring sound from the tank. After a while, three
American soldiers, their bodies burning with flames, emerged from the tanks, shouting heart-rending screams.
"Stop, don't move!" Deputy platoon leader Gao Yuan rushed out with a submachine gun and shouted loudly.
The three American soldiers were still running with their heads down, and their weapons had not been thrown away. Gao Yuan raised his submachine gun and pulled the trigger, knocking down one American soldier. The two American soldiers did not dare to run away and stood still.
He was shivering, his clothes were torn and ragged, he looked like a madman, he was extremely pitiful.
At this time, a row came up from the north side.
The second row, third row, and fourth row also come up from the south side.
Everyone gathered around the damaged tank. The flames of the tank were still rushing out, and the smoke kept rising.
Luo Liang, a brave and resourceful little soldier, blew up this heavy tank of the US Army, but his right eye was scratched by an iron sheet. He stood in front of the tank he had destroyed with his own hands in high spirits. Everyone looked at him and laughed.
He looked at everyone and smiled happily.
The Fourth Company of the Second Battalion inserted into Zhuren Bridge last night and immediately stopped the enemy. They fought a tough blocking battle with the enemy during the day and blocked a reinforced battalion of US troops.
That night, the Third Company of the First Battalion came to Zhurenqiao to reinforce the Fourth Company. They launched an attack on the U.S. Army in the open field late at night. After a day of attrition war, the morale of the U.S. Army was low to the extreme. Xia Yuan cooperated with the Third Company and the Second Company.
The platoon launched an attack on the enemy's defense line from the left wing. It took more than an hour to successfully break through the enemy's outer defense line.
The warriors broke into the enemy's defensive circle and locked bayonets with the enemy.
Xia Yuan led Zhou Mao and Xiao Heping to focus on the enemy's tanks and destroyed two enemy tanks.
This force of American troops was like a broken puzzle piece, scattering into the surrounding dark wilderness.
Subsequently, the third company cooperated with the fourth company to seize the favorable terrain at the bridgehead.
Not long after the Third Company of the First Battalion arrived here, the main force of the Second Battalion also arrived at Zhuren Bridge. At dawn the next day, they occupied the favorable terrain and consolidated the bridgehead position.
The Second Battalion's six light machine guns and four heavy machine guns were all mounted on the mountain, compressing the enemies fleeing eastwards into the depression west of the highway.
"Battal Commander, this is Comrade Xia Yuan who made great contributions in this attack. He is from the 335th Regiment of the 38th Army."
Fourth company commander Zhou Shiming took Xia Yuan to find the second battalion commander.
The commander of the second battalion raised his head and glanced, "You are so young, how old are you?"
"eighteen."
"You don't look eighteen years old. I heard what Lao Zhou said about you. Are you ready to return to the team now?"
"Um."
"Okay, I will contact my superiors and ask about the location of your 38th Army." The commander of the second battalion stepped forward and asked: "I heard from Lao Zhou that you are very good at shooting and can hit a target two hundred meters away.
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"Yes, I started hunting with my father in the mountains when I was a child. Over time, my marksmanship became very accurate."
This is the rhetoric that Xia Yuan had prepared a long time ago. Everyone in this era has relatively simple thoughts and doesn't think so much.
After hearing this, the second battalion commander said with emotion: "You haven't been trained since childhood. Shooting requires talent. Without talent, even if you feed it with bullets, you won't be able to produce a sharpshooter that is one in a million."
This is true.
The US military is rich, very rich. Their weapons and equipment are quite luxurious, and their logistics supply lines are enough to allow their soldiers to eat hot turkey, steak, fresh fruits, etc. on the front line.
Each of their soldiers carries much more ammunition than the volunteer soldiers.
On weekdays, volunteer soldiers don't have many opportunities to practice target. Even after the founding of the People's Republic of China, they were able to have five opportunities to practice target every month, and they could shoot ten bullets each time, which was already incredible.
On the other hand, the US military does not need to worry about bullets at all. If everyone can feed a sharpshooter with a large number of bullets, then everyone in the US military will be a sharpshooter.
The commander of the Second Battalion had a passion for talents and wanted to keep Xia Yuan, but after much thought, they were members of the 38th Army. It was obviously impossible to keep them in the 39th Army.
That night, the second battalion commander replied to Xia Yuan: "The 38th Army is relatively far away from here. They are heading towards the stadium. You have to rush over. It will probably take a day. This is a crude map drawn by Korean people."
"Thank you so much." Xia Yuan saw the map and immediately became excited at the thought of being able to return to the team, "Xiao Heping, did Zhou Mao bring the car over?"
"It's coming. We're just listening outside." Xiao Heping was also a little excited, "The squad leader and Translator Zhao are also here."
"Okay! Second Battalion Commander, we have seized a lot of good things from the US military earlier, you should be able to use them."
Coming out of the battalion command post, in a forest in front, a group of soldiers were surrounded. The second battalion commander looked curiously: "Is that car yours?"
"yes."
"Oh, so many things!"
The second battalion commander took a closer look and was startled.
I saw a mountain of supplies piled on the truck, like a small mountain, including military coats, cans, medicine, ammunition, and bazookas with black barrels.
"This guy can deal with tanks one at a time."
With joy on his face, the second battalion commander took off the big guy, which was longer than the bazooka of his company, held it in his arms, and wiped it lovingly.
"This is the US military's bazooka. It is more advanced than our bazooka. The shells used are all armor-piercing." Xia Yuan said with a smile.
The bazookas currently in the volunteer army were all captured from the reactionaries.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The bazookas in the hands of the reactionaries were aided by the American devils, but the Americans were not so kind. The bazookas they gave were all former
Several generations, with average power and weak armor-piercing ability, it is very useful against some small tanks.
But if it were to deal with the heavy tanks of the US military like before, it would not even be able to penetrate the opponent's armor.
The bazookas equipped by the US military are all new-generation super bazookas, with a caliber of 60 mm and using two types of ammunition, one is M6A3 ammunition, and the other is M6A1 armor-piercing ammunition.
The ammunition Xia Yuan brought out were all armor-piercing bullets, specially designed to deal with US tanks.
"How many bazookas are there?" the second battalion commander asked.
"Ten, there is more ammunition." Xia Yuan climbed onto the car, opened the shed above, and pointed to the ammunition box at the end: "These are Bazooka's ammunition."
"Good guys, you have moved the American devils' ammunition depot here."
The second battalion commander looked at the ammunition in the carriage and suddenly became a little uneasy.
The supplies on the car are abundant, and the most unique ammunition is the most, especially the boxes of bazooka shells. I haven't counted them carefully, but I estimate there are thirty or forty rounds.
In addition, the most precious thing is the medicine on the truck. The American devils' medicine is much more abundant than theirs, and the medicine works very quickly.
During the Liberation War, it was used frequently and the effect was very strong.
The second battalion commander couldn't put it down, rummaged through the car and found many novel firearms.
Garand, carbine, M1919A6 light machine gun, and BAR automatic rifle can be used as light machine guns with chain-loaded magazines.
There are also a lot of bullets for heavy machine guns, and boxes of them are at the bottom.
Next is food.
The food of the US military is divided into grades, and each grade is very rich, with a variety of candies, chocolates, instant coffee, and even fresh fruits. In comparison, the rations of their own people are very simple.
The food strips carried by the soldiers were filled with sorghum noodles. In addition to the compressed biscuits that were supplied at the beginning, when the battlefield arrived, logistical supplies could not come and compressed biscuits could not be supplied.
These supplies from Xia Yuan are simply a timely help.
Considering that if Xia Yuan and the others returned to the team, they would also need these supplies. Even though the second battalion commander was jealous, he did not ask Xia Yuan and the others if they wanted too much. He only took away five bazookas, as well as some ammunition, medicine and food.
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Old Liu looked distressed. After all, these were the supplies they had captured, but the war had already begun, and they would not be able to use these supplies for the time being. It would be great if they could help the brother troops and play some role.
With the map and the location of the 38th Army, Zhou Shiming said: "Comrade Xia Yuan, we have a long way to go. When the war is won, I will treat you to a drink."
"good!"
Without saying much, the truck trudged forward in the ravine.
Watching the truck go away, Zhou Shiming said with emotion: "The cooking class, it takes so much ability to seize so many supplies. He is such a good soldier. It is a pity to put him in the cooking class."
"yes."
The second battalion commander was also quite emotional.
After experiencing this battle, everyone can see that this little warrior's ability is much stronger than that of many veterans.
I heard from Zhou Shiming that he led two platoons of US troops with a few soldiers to retreat and firmly controlled the position in his own hands. This ability alone is very rare.
Not to mention, just a few of them had seized so much supplies.
It is difficult to imagine how these materials were seized.
At this time, the main force of the 38th Army had already entered the south of the stadium and was preparing to extend forward.
The 112th Division now became the vanguard division of the entire army and successfully arrived at Wadong. The division command post was located in a nearly 200-meter-long railway tunnel near Wadong.
The hilltop directly opposite is currently occupied by the enemy. The two sides face each other across a valley, posing a serious threat to the 112th Division's command and blocking the 112th Division's development towards the courtyard and Junyu-ri.
The army staff and the division commander's political commissar studied and decided to eliminate the enemy in front of them. This task was handed over to Fan Tianen, the commander of the 335th Regiment. After receiving the telegram, Fan Tianen immediately brought the guards over. As soon as he saw the army staff, he asked: "
Chief of Staff, let me sleep for half an hour, just half an hour."
The military staff officer took a look at Fan Tianen's condition. His eyes were scarlet and the bags under his eyes were heavy and hanging downward.
Without waiting for permission from the military staff, he leaned against the cave wall and started snoring. It seemed that he was too tired.
It turned out that he led his team while searching the mountains and advancing, and had not slept for several days and nights. However, time on the battlefield is precious, and the outcome can often be decided in one minute.
The Army Chief of Staff looked at Fan Tianen's tired look and really couldn't bear to wake him up. However, the mission was critical, so the Army Chief of Staff still called Fan Tianen up and explained the new combat mission to him.
Fan Tianen took a nap and suddenly became energetic, "Chief of Staff, give me a task! If you are late for so many days and have not fought a decent battle, the soldiers will become red-eyed."
"Okay! I've called you here because I'm giving you a mission. Take the hilltop on the opposite side before tonight. The enemy has threatened the safety of the division and has become a nail in the way of the 112th Division."
"Chief of Staff, make sure to complete the mission!"
Fan Tianen was full of energy, stood up, saluted, and left in a hurry.
"Hey, wait a minute, Fan Tianen."
The political commissar of the 112th Division suddenly ran out and stopped Fan Tianen who was in a hurry.
"Political Commissar, is something wrong?"
"I just got a call from the 113th Division, saying that I met five soldiers on the road. They are from the 335th Regiment of the 112th Division. Is anyone in your regiment left behind?"
"Is there such a thing?" Fan Tianen frowned slightly: "I haven't heard anything from the soldiers below."
"It's okay, aren't you back? I heard from the people of the 113th Division that they also seized a truck of supplies. They had won a great victory with the comrades of the 39th Army at Zhuren Bridge." The political commissar looked at it.
Fan Tianen, who was a little surprised, said: "There are five people, and one has an injured leg. It's amazing."
"Political Commissar, where are they now?" Fan Tianen asked.
"Over there with the 113th Division, I think I'll be here soon," the political commissar said.
"Political Commissar, when they come over, you ask them to find the 335th Regiment. I just received the mission and I really don't have time at the moment." Fan Tianen said.
"Okay, you go to perform the mission quickly. When they come, I will ask them to wait for you at the teacher's command."
"yes!"
now.
A truck broke away from the 113th Division and was approaching along the railway in the direction pointed by the 112th Division.
The car was filled with most of the supplies.
Several people in the car had smiles on their dark cheeks. Zhou Mao and Xiao Heping were sitting in the back, chatting, with smiles on their faces, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Old Liu lit a US military brand cigarette in the car, took a puff, and frowned: "I'm not used to smoking, so our dry cigarettes are better."
"Squad leader, if you smoke a few more cigarettes, you will get used to it. When your cigarettes run out, only the American cigarettes will be left."
Xia Yuan said with a smile.
"That's not the case." Old Liu said this, but the movements of his hands did not stop. Xia Yuan's words were reasonable. If you smoke a few more cigarettes, you will get used to it.
At this time, Xiao Heping, who was in the car, suddenly stood up and pointed into the distance: "Squad leader, look, it's the cave the leader mentioned. Our 112th Division must be in the cave."
The next moment, there was a roar in the distance, and then the gunfire of frying beans began to echo in the valley.