Only the silhouette of their soldiers attacking could be seen.
This time, their attack was quite powerful. There were at least a thousand people in the crowd. This gave Joshua great comfort. He controlled the machine gun and felt the crisp sound of the shells falling into the tank. The sound of the heavy machine gun
The chain of fire swept into the thick smoke.
The bullets rotated and tore apart the smoke.
Joshua became excited and his fear disappeared.
"This is war, what do you think of this?" The team leader pulled him back and quickly checked his body. Seeing that there was no bleeding on his body, he breathed a sigh of relief and watched as the excitement on Joshua's face softened.
Slowly retreating, he let go of Joshua: "I don't want the stupid behavior just now to happen again."
"I'm safe, so many soldiers are attacking." Joshua was a little disapproving.
"It will kill you! Damn it, I should really tell you about my nightmare." The team leader cursed, and Joshua's behavior made him think of some bad things.
"Load the artillery shells, we have to cover the infantry." The team leader didn't want to say too much, "Don't do the stupid behavior just now."
In the process of fighting the Japanese, American soldiers suffered very heavy casualties. In a tense battlefield environment, a large number of dead people would increase the secretion of adrenaline in the human body. Some soldiers would become extremely excited and would not notice even if they were shot.
They were shot, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became. Only when they took the position did they realize that they had been shot, and at that time, there was nothing they could do to save themselves.
You can only die in despair.
There are too many such soldiers.
In addition, during the battle with the Japanese, the Japanese's marksmanship frightened them. Their tank crews, machine gunners, flamethrowers and other special soldiers would become a major threat to the Japanese on the battlefield.
Shooting target.
It was also because of the Pacific War that the US military realized the power of snipers and began to invest a lot of energy in researching sniper rifles and training snipers.
It was also because of the Pacific War that medical soldiers began to use guns.
In the European battlefield, 'gentleman' Europeans will not involve soldiers with red cross marks. They know that soldiers with red cross marks are medical soldiers who rescue the wounded, and medical soldiers will never care about you when they save people.
Whether it is the enemy or one of their own, whenever they encounter the wounded, they will help them.
They know that they will be injured one day, and no one wants to have no one to help them when they are injured. Therefore, on the battlefield, the soldiers on both sides have a tacit understanding to avoid the medical soldiers on both sides.
Therefore, when medical soldiers go to the battlefield, they only need to carry a medicine box and sufficient medical drugs, and do not need to carry guns.
Both parties tacitly abide by this rule.
But when it comes to the Pacific battlefield, the Japanese don't care whether you are a medic or not, as long as you are a soldier in front of them, they are all enemies.
When they first fought against the Japanese, the US military medical soldiers naively believed that the Japanese were the same as Europeans, so they arrogantly carried the red cross sign and rescued the wounded on the battlefield. The Japanese never abided by international conventions and even believed that
The medics rescued people on the battlefield in a arrogant manner and insulted themselves.
They began to shoot medics in large numbers, and the US medics suffered heavy casualties.
The U.S. military discovered that the Japanese did not spare unarmed medical soldiers, so from that time on, medical soldiers were required to take off their badges and wear guns when going to the battlefield.
He doesn't know if the current enemies are like the Japanese, but he has understood that period of history and knows that the Chinese and Japanese have been fighting for so many years. To be able to fight the cruel Japanese for so long, they must have some skills, otherwise according to the law
The cruelty of the Japanese may have disappeared long ago in China.
What's more, the United States also suffered so much at the hands of the Japanese.
The infantry outside the tank was still attacking the mountain. After the smoke cleared, the visibility was much clearer. Joshua was smart. He carefully observed the position on the mountain and reported the situation. There was a layer of dust on the periscope, and what he saw was not what he saw.
Very clear.
When Joshua saw the enemies on the mountain, he was extremely surprised: "There are very few enemies, why can't our soldiers fight them?"
He saw that the number of enemies resisting was not large. It was not like the retreating soldiers said that the mountains and plains were filled with enemies.
On the contrary, the number of enemies in this position was very small, and he even saw the muzzle flashes of their shots.
The accuracy of the fort was always a bit poor, and it always exploded near the enemy. However, the shock wave generated by the explosion of the artillery shells was enough to make people uncomfortable. But after Joshua observed for a while, he found that instead of retreating, these Chinese people fought.
More intense.
"God bless, our soldiers rushed forward."
Although the Chinese were tenacious enough, their soldiers relied on their numerical advantage to successfully rush to the position.
He said happily: "They can't hold on anymore, we are going to win!"
Joshua watched their soldiers occupy the impact point of the position, and more and more soldiers rushed to the position. He thought that under such a disparity in strength, the Chinese on the mountain would retreat. After all, the position had been lost, and they
The infantry rushed forward, but if they stayed in the position, they would die.
But soon, a scene occurred that he would never forget.
When their position was lost, the few Chinese on the mountain, instead of retreating, actually stood up and started a bloody fight against the enemies who rushed up the mountain.
A thin figure was even more brave. In less than a minute, he killed five American soldiers in a row. The method was ruthless and clean. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth in shock. That figure faced more than twenty people.
The soldier, without any fear, actually rushed over.
He looked towards the others. As their soldiers gathered in large numbers, a Chinese man suddenly got up from the ground, holding something in his hand that looked like a stick.
He rushed into the group of soldiers and let out a deafening explosion. Joshua's expression froze and he could not calm down for a long time.
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timid.
"Aren't they afraid of death?"
Joshua's voice was trembling.
The team leader seemed to have also seen this scene. He thought of some brave men during the Pacific War who dared to hold grenades and pounce on the Japanese.
But now, the identities have been exchanged. The Chinese seem to be the same as they were back then, but they have become the Japanese back then.
"We failed."
The team leader was silent for a while, his voice a little frightened.
This discovery filled him with fear.
Joshua said: "We still have many people, and they should be able to do it. After all, there are only a few Chinese."
The team leader said: "But they are afraid of death. They are no longer real soldiers!"
Joshua began to understand this sentence. Faced with the crazy attack of several Chinese people who were desperate for their lives, even though there were a large number of attacking American soldiers, they still could not completely capture the position.
Eventually, some soldiers could not bear the huge casualties and began to retreat. Once someone retreated, the defeat began.
He wanted to use the machine gun for cover. It seemed that there were more than one tank soldier of the same age as him. They parked on a tank more than ten meters away from him. A tank soldier stuck his head out and controlled the heavy machine gun to shoot at the Chinese people on the mountain. He heard the sound of gunfire.
, Joshua turned to look at the soldier.
He decided to cooperate with him and cover the soldiers on the mountain.
The next moment, a bullet swished through the tank soldier's head. He was slightly shocked. Suddenly he heard something. A bullet grazed his helmet and hit the hatch of the tank. Joshua looked horrified.
The retracted tank, the shadow of death hung over his head.
"Fuck!fcuk!"
"What happened!" The team leader hurried over to check, his eyes falling on the marks on the helmet, "Boy, you are so lucky, the bullet could have penetrated your head just a little bit."
"Fuck!"
Joshua was frightened and a little uncomfortable. Just as the team leader said, he almost went to see God.
He was a little incoherent and made some meaningless body language with his hands: "Damn, damn the Chinese, they almost killed me, I want to go home, no, we lost, we can't fight."
"Calm down!" The team leader frowned.
"Sir, good news, we can retreat."
The team leader stepped forward, listened to the noisy radio, and confirmed that it was an order to retreat. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Joshua:
"Boy, you survived, we can retreat."
"Retreat? Damn it, I don't want to receive such a mission again."
"It's not up to you."
...
After repelling a wave of enemy attacks, there were only five people left on the position. While fighting with the enemy, Zhou Mao was stabbed by the enemy. Fortunately, his vital parts were not injured, but he was still injured.
Not light.
Xiao Heping was not injured. This kid learned a lesson. The smoke was thicker on the position, especially where the enemy dropped incendiary bombs. The smoke dissipated much slower than in other places.
He hid in the crater next to the incendiary bombs. The enemy could not see him when they came, so he tricked the enemy. In this way, he killed many enemies.
Now he is a proper fighting hero.
Xing Yutang was also very good at fighting. He was among the best in other companies. Later, with the transfer of personnel, he was promoted to the third company and fourth platoon.
They have experienced many large and small missions, but they have never fought a particularly powerful battle with Xia Yuan, such as the battle at Feihu Mountain. With the mobilization, their 3rd, 3rd and 5th regiments have been responsible for luring the enemy deeper and even containing the enemy.
Although there was a mission, the difficulty of the mission was more terrifying than anyone imagined. In just one day, the number of casualties in the entire reinforced third company reached half, and the entire fourth platoon organization was almost destroyed by the enemy. The level of hardship reached unprecedented levels.
Not heard yet.
The nameless highland on the north side of Shutang Station is bare and has a gentle slope, and enemy tanks can drive up it.
But even so, the soldiers didn't complain, they were still thinking about how to stop the enemy and prevent them from attacking the mountain.
Every time after repelling the enemy's attack, Xing Yutang would find Xia Yuan and ask him to teach him how to write a party application.
Three platoons of reinforcements from the combat team were left with three young soldiers, with dark cheeks and bruised skin. One of the soldiers' legs was broken by a shell, revealing bloodshot bone stubble. Xia Yuan did it for him.
With a simple bandage, Xia Yuan asked the other two soldiers to carry him down as the enemy's attack was defeated.
"Platoon leader, I won't go down. I want to stay on the position. How can I go down when we need people now?"
The soldier disagreed and refused to go down.
"This is an order. After you carry him down, return to your respective positions. I plan to abandon this position." Xia Yuan took off his hat and patted the dirt off it.
"Abandon the position!"
A group of people stared wide-eyed.
Xia Yuandao: "It is impossible to fight head-on with the enemy. Their infantry and artillery are coordinated. The people we sacrificed did not die under the enemy's guns, but were blown up by the enemy's artillery."
This is a very sad thing. Many soldiers came to the Korean battlefield and ran for several days without even seeing the shadow of the enemy. As a result, they were killed by enemy shells as soon as they arrived at the position.
At least they have fought against the American devils.
The current battle was fierce. Xia Yuan insisted on guarding this forward position. Without strong defenses and the enemy's plowing artillery shells, few people could survive.
They are also lucky.
"Go quickly, this is an order."
The four men stood firm and planned to abandon their position, allowing the enemy to occupy it and then counterattack.
It is estimated that only Xia Yuan dares to do this.
Two soldiers carried the injured soldier and rushed to the rear position. Xia Yuan looked at their backs, took out a cigarette from his pocket, stretched out his hand to light it, and with five fingers, he didn't know when one of his middle fingers was broken.
Remember, when I was charging towards the enemy, the enemy's bullets swept over me.
Even though he sensed danger, he barely managed to dodge, but was still bitten by the enemy's bullet, which just broke his middle finger.
Smoking a cigarette, Xia Yuan said: "Okay, even if I want to show my middle finger, I can't do it."
His hands were wrapped in bandages, and the middle of his palms was empty.
"Platoon leader, are you injured?" Xing Yutang ran over and saw Xia Yuan's palm wrapped in a bandage.
"It doesn't matter if I was bitten by an American enemy's bullet." Xia Yuan looked calm and asked: "By the way, how is your application for party membership going?"
"It's written, platoon leader, take a look." Xing Yutang carefully handed the clean paper in his arms to Xia Yuan.
"Okay, okay, just write like this. It shows your determination to join the party. When you become a party member in the future, you must set an example." Xia Yuan looked at it. Although the handwriting was crooked, it could be distinguished clearly and he wrote it very carefully.
There are very few alterations.
Xing Yutang's culture comes from the army. When they were engaged in production, in addition to going to the fields, they also had to go to class and study.
"Platoon leader, platoon leader, first squad leader and second squad leader, they all died." Xiao Heping ran over crying, and his hot tears couldn't stop flowing down.
"Have they all been sacrificed?" Xia Yuan took two deep breaths, and the red light from the cigarette butt quickly burned to his butt. He threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it with his feet, "I understand, prepare to fight. By the way, Xing Yutang, you go first
Go and give the application for joining the party to instructor Hu and let him take a look."