After the U.S. troops in Yutan-ri met with the U.S. troops in Hagaryu-ri, Smith, commander of the 1st Marine Division, held a press conference in Hagaryu-ri. At the press conference, Smith said that the 1st Marine Division would move toward Xingnan.
, a reporter asked at the meeting, should this action be called a retreat? Or a retreat?
Smith's answer redefined a retreat. He said that it is called a retreat only when the rear is safe. We are now surrounded, and even the rear is surrounded by enemies, so this cannot be called a retreat. It should be called an attack on the coast.
In fact, the US military at that time had a rear area, and there were many of them.
Behind them is a group of fighter jets and an aircraft carrier in the sky.
The time for the U.S. military to retreat from Xiajieyuli was set for December 6. The retreat required sufficient supplies, so the U.S. military dispatched a large number of transport planes and airdropped 327.7 tons of supplies to Xiajieyuli, and 4,500 tons of supplies would be dropped in Xiajieyuli.
Many of the injured were evacuated by air.
On the evening of December 5, the 26th Army had not yet launched a general attack on the enemy in Xiajieyuli because not all of the 26th Army had arrived. However, the US military took action. The enemy's artillery positions carried out almost a full-scale attack on the deep road in the direction of Gutuli.
Intensive bombardment all night, that is, firing indiscriminately, regardless of whether there is an enemy in the direction of the firing.
This is because the US military has too many supplies and artillery shells, and a large number of artillery shells cannot be taken away. They can only fire all the excess artillery shells that cannot be loaded on the night of evacuation.
At dawn on December 6, the U.S. troops in Xiajieyuli began to withdraw southward toward Gutuli.
At this time, the volunteers of the 26th Army had just arrived. Without stopping for a moment, they hurriedly went into battle, including the Seventh Company and the Artillery Battalion.
Under the cover of the three heavy guns of the artillery battalion, the volunteer soldiers launched a general attack on the remaining US troops in Xiajieyuli. With the bombing of US aircraft and the encouragement of charge chants, the volunteers dragged their tired bodies and rested continuously.
After arriving at the battlefield, quickly enter the battle.
Not many of the U.S. troops in Xiajieyuli had retreated, leaving some troops to block the Volunteers. However, they were unable to withstand the Volunteers' charge and retreated steadily.
Xia Yuan held the big eight pills and relied on his strong physical fitness to charge at the front of the Seventh Company. With a cold look in his eyes, after occupying the high ground, he quickly shot and killed the remaining American troops, while Pinghe occupied another area.
On one side of the high ground, the two men successively destroyed the U.S. military's firepower points in Xiajieyuli and led the volunteer soldiers to attack Xiajieyuli.
Directly in front of the Seventh Company is the artillery position left by the US military to help cover the blocking force. The US military's forward position has been defeated by the volunteers. In just a few minutes, the volunteers have rushed to the US artillery position. Xia Yuan took the lead and fired a grenade.
An air explosion occurred over the heads of the US artillerymen, and shattered grenade shrapnel exploded, scattering everywhere.
Wu Qianli led the Seventh Company into the US artillery position and started fighting against the artillery.
Xia Yuan moved very quickly, scanning the artillery position, and quickly captured a high point of the US military. Standing on a high point, he used big eight bullets to fire continuously. The bullets accurately penetrated the heads of the US troops. Corpses were everywhere, and the big-headed soldiers were everywhere.
Afraid of being beaten, they hid in the bunker and could not come out. None of them dared to show their heads. They only held their rifles high and fired randomly. At this level, they were completely unable to withstand the charge of the volunteers.
But soon, a new firepower point of the US military resisted the charge of the volunteers, and Yu Congrong shouted: "Xia Yuan!"
Xia Yuan stood on a high point and glanced around. The US military's firepower point was a bunker built on high ground with sand and stones packed in bags. It was not a bunker. He loaded bullets into the magazine of the Garand rifle and raised the gun.
Aim and pull the trigger.
The bullet pierced the helmet of the American soldier who controlled the heavy machine gun. He fell straight to the ground. A US soldier next to him wanted to take over. The next moment, the bullet penetrated his head. The US soldier loading the bullet next to him was frightened and froze.
Before he could react, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
Yu Congrong hid behind the cannon bunker and shouted: "Beautiful!" He charged into the trench with his submachine gun and charged at the American troops in the trench.
Under the leadership of Wu Qianli, after a fight, the artillery position at the US forward position was quickly captured by the Seventh Company. Several heavy artillery stood on the artillery position. People from the artillery battalion took over the US artillery position. There were corpses and
Blood, and even severed limbs can be seen, and gunpowder smoke fills the battlefield and lingers for a long time.
"Turn the muzzle and aim in the direction of Xiajieyuli Airport!"
Battalion Commander Yang put away his gun, shouted, held a cannon, and with the reasonable consent of several soldiers, turned the muzzle of the cannon and pointed it in the direction of the airport in Xiajieyuli.
"Seventh interleaving company! Continue the attack!"
Wu Qianli held his hat, shouted, put the submachine gun behind his back, and raised his fingers at Battalion Commander Yang.
Battalion Commander Yang was stunned for a moment, threw the gun in his arms to Wu Qianli, and said with a smile: "Why do you want a lousy gun like this when you have a cannon?"
Wu Qianli grinned, signaled to Battalion Commander Yang, and led the Seventh Company to continue attacking in the direction of Xiajieyuli.
Xia Yuan didn't care about cleaning up the battlefield, put his gun behind his back, picked up the bullet bag from the American army, and while loading bullets into the bullet bag on his body, he followed the troops and continued running towards Xiajeri.
In the sky, U.S. military fighter planes roared, and heavy machine guns continued to fire at the Volunteer Army's forward positions. Bullets soared into a mist of blood. In order to carry out a battle of annihilation against the 1st U.S. Marine Division, the Volunteer Army soldiers changed their previous offensive strategies and also attacked them during the day.
The enemy in Jieyuli launched an attack.
It can be said that the Volunteer Army pursued the 1st U.S. Marine Division despite repeated bombing and strafing by U.S. aircraft and the continuous firing of U.S. heavy artillery.
The 26th Army, which rushed into battle in a hurry and was full of anger, launched an attack on the enemy in Xiajieyuli from the western and northern lines of Xiajieyuli.
At noon, the volunteers captured Xiajieyuli.
At this time, only some of the US military's blocking troops were left in Xiajieyuli. They were quickly wiped out by the volunteers who rushed in. Xiajieyuli was already empty of people. The US military retreated from Xiajieyuli with a large amount of weapons, ammunition and equipment.
, all the artillery shells that could not be taken away had been fired as early as the night of the 25th, and the weapons, equipment and materials that could not be taken away were burned and blown up on the spot.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After the Seventh Company rushed into the US military airport, what they saw was a large amount of supplies and car wrecks.
Yu Congrong looked at the supplies burned by the U.S. military and cursed angrily: "These bastard foreign devils would rather burn them than stay."
Xia Yuan kicked away the burned supplies, and some embers of burned cotton clothes could still be seen inside. When the US military arrived at Xingnan Port, they would directly blow up the weapons, ammunition and equipment left on Xingnan Port, leaving no trace for the volunteers.
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The U.S. 1st Marine Division followed the same method as the Yudam-ri troops' retreat. The artillery was divided into one and two groups to alternately cover the evacuation of the troops. In the sky, hundreds of aircraft bombed the high ground near the 1st Marine Division's evacuation road in turns.
The sound of artillery has never stopped since the first U.S. Marine Division began to evacuate. The soil on the hills on both sides of the road was turned over and over by artillery fire, and the fortifications built by the Volunteers were also completely destroyed. The Volunteers withstood the U.S. artillery fire and aircraft.
bombing to block the US military on the highway.
There are often only one company and platoon of soldiers on such highlands, which is more than a hundred people. Most of the volunteer soldiers on the highlands did not even see the US troops, and were bombarded by US aircraft and heavy artillery. Only about ten people were left.
, this is the second time that the Volunteer Army has fought against the US military, and it is also the second time that they have witnessed the terrifying firepower of the US military.
That is, the Korean War caused the volunteer soldiers to suffer from a severe phobia of insufficient firepower. The US military suffered from a phobia of night combat. In the later battlefields of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, there was even a US military company with more than 100 people equipped with 150 guns.
Ten night vision goggles, and in the later period, the Volunteer Army hoarded a large number of heavy artillery and artillery shells, and purchased a large amount of heavy firepower with loans from the Soviet Union.
Gradually, they became like each other.
As the 1st U.S. Marine Corps evacuated to Gutuli, Commander Song, the commander of the Ninth Corps, turned his attention to a bridge between Gutuli and Zhenheungri.
Watergate Bridge!
An order from the headquarters was sent to the 7th Interleaved Company.
Not long ago, the Seventh Company had just entered Xiajieyuli. After checking the airport to confirm that there were no American troops, Wu Qianli put away his gun and shouted: "Clean the battlefield, collect all usable weapons and equipment, and carry the wounded to the camp.
And cook some food in cans."
"Disband!"
"yes!"
Xia Yuan carried the gun on his back and walked to the corner in front of the camp. He grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it on his face. He couldn't help but grin.
My cheeks were sore from the cold, and so were my hands.
Lei Gong came over and said, "Are you frostbitten?"
Xia Yuan nodded, "It's okay, it's a small problem. It was much harder to practice martial arts in the past. I was taught lessons every day and was bruised all over my body."
Lei Gong took out the remaining frostbite medicine from his pocket, gave it to him, and said, "Rub it on your face."
Xia Yuan looked at the medicine in his hand, turned around, and saw that Lei Gong was gone. He smiled knowingly, put the medicine in his arms, and was reluctant to use it. He turned around and started rummaging through the trash of the US military. The US military would always leave something behind.
, they are all treasures to the volunteers.
Soon, he found a small half box of cans, opened them and threw them in the corner. His eyes lit up, and he saw that the date on the cans had expired. Xia Yuan didn't mind it, so he opened the cans and put them in his pocket.
During this time, the canned food had been eaten long ago, so they could only eat some batter and boiled potatoes, which had no taste. The soldiers still ate very deliciously. After all, in such cold weather, they could have a warm meal.
The huge amount of food was enough to satisfy the soldiers of the Seventh Company.
The soldiers in the cooking squad who were responsible for cooking were already digging smokeless stoves to cook. Several soldiers gathered together to prepare today's meal. Their mutterings could be heard from a distance.
"Are you out of cans?"
"It's gone. I've searched around the corner and outside the walls, but I found some leftovers that the foreign devils ate."
"Rinse the can with hot water until it is a little salty, and leave the meat for the wounded."
"OK."
They heard movement behind them and turned around to see that the person coming was Xia Yuan.
A soldier said: "The food is not ready yet."
Xia Yuan smiled and patted his bulging pockets.
Several soldiers' eyes lit up and they gathered around, "What good things did you bring?"
"It must be delicious."
Xia Yuan opened his pocket and took a look, revealing several cans.
"Hey, hey, don't grab, don't grab."
After a while, several soldiers pressed Xia Yuan down and searched out all the cans in his pockets. One soldier said: "Hey, I have another good meal today, thanks to you."
Xia Yuan smiled happily and said, "You guys do it first, and I'll find some later."
"Okay, I'll give you more meat then."
"Why."
After leaving, Xia Yuan looked at the huge US military camp and said, "Hey, is it so difficult to find something to eat?"
Holding a gun, Xia Yuan rummaged around the US military camp and decided to walk to the east where the US military stored supplies. Maybe he could find some food. Not far forward, two soldiers suddenly rushed from both sides.
When he came out, Xia Yuan reacted very quickly. He stepped back to avoid the double-teaming of the two soldiers. He kicked one of the soldiers to the ground with a sharp kick and reached out to grab the gun and aim it at the two men.
When I saw the two people clearly, they turned out to be two disgraced volunteer soldiers.
The two soldiers were stunned when they saw clearly the person they were attacking.
Xia Yuan put away his gun and pulled the soldier he kicked up from the ground. The soldier said: "What a skill, I almost thought I caught my tongue."
Xia Yuan smiled: "The American troops have been beaten away. Which part of the tongues do you belong to?"
The soldier who spoke a strong Henan dialect said: "We are in the 168th Division of the 63rd Army, what are you doing?"
Xia Yuandao: "I'm glad to meet you, the 7th interleaving company of the 1st Attack Regiment."
He added: "The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. I almost made a move. I was offended just now. But speaking of which, you are really good at it."
"No, no, I responded faster. Okay, I won't go forward. I want to go back to the company."
Xia Yuan said with a smile, waved to the two of them, turned and left.
Not finding much food, Xia Yuan had no choice but to collect some cans left over from the US military food in the US military camp. Fortunately, the weather was cold enough and the cans would freeze after being left aside for a while.
He also found a lot of cans that had just been opened and not eaten.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Packed in a worn sleeping bag, back to the seventh company, Xia Yuan distributed the cans he collected to the soldiers in charge of cooking, and kept a few cans to the camp.
Inside, he saw Wu Wanli sitting on the bed of the American army, wrapped in a military green blanket. He walked up and handed the only good can to Wu Wanli, "It's packed."
Wu Wanli raised his head and said solemnly: "Brother Yuan."
Xia Yuandao: "What's wrong? A little unhappy?"
Wu Wanli nodded: "Many people died."
Xia Yuan patted his shoulder: "There is no war without death. I will die, and you will die too. All we can do is do unlimited things in our limited lives."
"Go, carry the wounded to the house."
Yu Congrong directed two soldiers to carry the wounded and walked in from the outside. When he saw the two of them, he asked cheerfully: "What are you two talking about?"
Xia Yuan handed the last can to Yu Congrong, and Yu Congrong patted his pocket: "I have it, I just found it."
Xia Yuan smiled, put the last can in his pocket, and said, "Xiao Wanli is a little unhappy."
Yu Congrong smiled and asked, "Have you not killed enough yet?"
Wu Wanli shook his head: "It doesn't matter anymore, I want you all to go home alive."
The smile on Yu Congrong's face faded, he patted Wu Wanli and said to Xia Yuan: "Little Wanli has grown up."
Xia Yuan nodded and said solemnly: "Yes."
He also had this long-cherished wish in his heart, but after several battles, his comrades beside him fell one by one. His only long-cherished wish now is to do his best to reduce the casualties of the Seventh Company soldiers.
"Let's go and have something to eat. Xiao Wanli, come out later and have something to eat too."
"Why."
Xia Yuan smiled at Wu Wanli, turned around and followed Yu Congrong out.
The cook used a U.S. military helmet as a pot, mixed cans with batter, mixed the snow, cooked several pots of batter, poured some U.S. military canned vegetables and beef into them, used the empty cans as bowls to hold some, and shouted
Saying: "Everyone is here for dinner."
The soldiers gathered in a large tent, occupying the place occupied by the US military. They lived life when it was time to make fire, deal with frostbite, and eat. With the end of the battle in Xiajieyuli, the US military arrived in Gutuli, and the volunteers pursued
It can only be stopped, which also gives the soldiers some time to rest. But it does not mean that it has stopped. After the rest, the pursuit and interception of the US Marine Corps 1st Division will continue.
It was warm in the camp, and the soldiers of the Seventh Company gathered together. Xia Yuan took the jar and walked to Lei Gong and sat down. He drank in small sips until he drank until he saw two thin slices of beef.
Xia Yuan picked up two slices of beef and threw it into Thunder God's jar, then ran away with the jar in his hands, turning around with a naughty tone: "Eat more, replenish your body, I'm very old, it's not easy to cross mountains and ridges.
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"Hey, whoever you say is a lot older, come here."
Lei Gong was so angry that he stood up and chased after him.
Xia Yuan disappeared in a flash.
Lei Gong looked at the two pieces of meat in the jar happily, walked up to an injured soldier, and gave him the two pieces of meat.
"Platoon leaders, have a meeting!"
Lei Gong put down the jar and went to the meeting.
Only three of the seven company's four platoon commanders were left. The second platoon leader died in the battle at Xingxingli. Mei Sheng was sitting on a stool, and Wu Qianli was holding a deformed, steaming tea vat, sipping sips.
Mei Sheng was silent for a long time and said in a hoarse voice: "Each platoon reports the number of casualties."
Yu Congrong changed his usual playful smile, with a heavy look on his dark face. He took out the strip of cloth for the sacrificed soldiers from his pocket. This is the martyrs strip, also known as the strip of glory. It is two strips of cloth, one for the shirt and one for the pants.
After the sacrifice, you can use this banner to know who the sacrificed soldier is and where he came from.
Yu Congrong's voice was a little hoarse, and he touched the honor strip in his hand and said, "Twenty-three people will be reduced in one row."
Each honor strip represents a fresh life. Yu Congrong's eyes were filled with mist as he handed the honor strip to Wu Qianli. Wu Qianli lowered his head and took the honor strip with a silent expression.
Hold it in your hand.
The deputy platoon leader of the second platoon handed over the collected honor strips and said: "The second platoon sacrificed twenty-one people."
"Eighteen people will be reduced from the third row."
"Fifteen casualties from the fourth platoon."
Lei Gong smoked a dry cigarette and gave the glory bar in his hand to Wu Qianli. There was no expression on his face. In this battle, the Seventh Company suffered heavy casualties and the attrition was very serious. Wu Qianli did not say a word and held on tightly with both hands.
Glory bar.
Mei Sheng said solemnly: "Seventy-seven."
Wu Qianli silently took out a piece of white cloth from his satchel, which already contained a thick stack of glory strips. He quietly looked at the glory strips in the white cloth with a silent expression.
Along the way from the Seventh Company, too many brothers have left them. Many brothers' bodies have not been found, and even the glory strips on their bodies have not been found. There is only a book with a vague number and a crossed-out name recorded in it.
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There is no war without sacrifices. It is these ordinary people who compose one tragic song after another.