"Impossible. On such a mountain top, without large-scale machinery, it is impossible to dig out these rock formations with human power alone." Huang Jiqing instinctively felt that Liu Lang was talking nonsense from a scientific point of view.
"Master Huang, that's because you haven't experienced the battlefield. You don't know that if you can't dig out this rock formation, the only thing waiting for them is death." Liu Lang shook his head, his face solemn.
Liu Lang didn't make up the story. That army is the hero of all Chinese people.
The army Liu Lang was talking about was located on the top of a small hill named "Five Sacred Mountains" with an altitude of only a few hundred meters in a country north of the Yalu River in China. It created a myth that no army has ever surpassed.
It was a battle that everyone in the Republic must remember. No one could understand that on that small position of only 3.7 kilometers, the so-called United Nations forces actually used more than 300 cannons and more than 170 tanks in 43 days.
, the aircraft made more than 3,000 sorties, dumping more than 1.9 million artillery shells and more than 5,000 aerial bombs. No one could understand how the soldiers of the Republic survived in such a purgatory.
Even more than sixty years later, proud American soldiers are still asking questions to the generals of the Republic, hoping to get the most correct answers, because they cannot believe that steely will can defeat the steel torrent. You know, the Five Sacred Mountains after the war
, in the world geography literature, it is permanently lower by two meters.
But the troops that made the Republic proud did it. Not only did they survive the bombardment, they also severely damaged the United Nations troops who could use the shells as money and pour them as much as they wanted. In more than a month of fighting, the defenders lost 7,100 people and were injured and disabled.
8,500 people; the attackers suffered 11,300 casualties and 13,600 wounded. The casualty ratio was 1:1.6, an extremely rare number in the history of world wars, and a number that made the generals of both sides heartbroken.
That small battle, which was originally just a battalion-level encounter, eventually became a battle that all the people of the Republic will never forget, a battle that was included in the textbooks of military academies around the world as a case study.
Liu Lang, on the other hand, was far more familiar with that battle than anyone else. He could even draw a map of the firepower points and tunnels of the position with his eyes closed, because his grandfather was one of the frontline commanders in that battle. Let’s go.
When he died, there were still five pieces of shrapnel in the ashes, which were the eternal memories of that battle. Liu Lang still remembers what the old man murmured before leaving: live on.
Yes, survive is the order given by the old man as the commander to every soldier. If you don't survive, there will be no one to fight, and you will lose your position.
Listening to Liu Lang's almost whispering story, everyone was stunned. They could not imagine that someone could survive 1.9 million rounds of artillery shells and also severely damage the enemy. That could really only be a myth!
"Sir, where did that battle take place?" a soldier boldly asked.
"Not in China, have you seen that Chinese army with so many artillery? Okay, let's not talk about that, now we are talking about your cutting corners." Liu Lang changed the subject and glared.
"But sir, our tools are almost broken. As long as you give us enough tools, I think we will not be worse than the army you mentioned." The soldier said bluntly and aggrievedly.
"The rock is too hard, isn't it? I guess it would be easier to get rid of it if the cannonball exploded. Then, take us to the reverse slope tunnel you built." Liu Lang said without thinking and walked straight to the back of the mountain top.
What does this mean? The shell exploded and became loose? When Chi Dakui saw that Liu Lang was not angry anymore, he felt relieved and at the same time a little confused.
"Why are you just standing there stupidly? Let's all run and follow me to the tunnel you built. Don't blame me for not reminding you, those cannonballs can fly very fast." Liu Lang took a few steps, turned around and said.
He said to Chen Yunfa beside him: "Send the signal for Zhao Ergou to start. I'll take the opportunity to see how his training results are during this period."
"Damn it, the group is crazy, brothers, run away!" Chi Dakui is indeed an old man who has followed Liu Lang for a long time. When he saw Chen Yunfa, he pulled out a small red flag from his waist without hesitation and waved the flag at the foot of the mountain.
He yelled and ran away.
While running, he did not forget about Master Huang who stood up for him just now. As soon as he squatted down, Huang Jiqing, who had not yet reacted, was held on his shoulders, and he spread his legs and ran towards the back of the mountain, like a middle-aged animal
Rabbit with gun.
Regardless of whether they reacted or not, the soldiers moved with great force and ran towards the fortifications they had finally built with all their strength. To be able to scare Chief Chi like that, the devil-like Fat Tuanzuo did something wrong this time.
It's definitely not ordinary.
That's quite unusual.
Years later, many veterans couldn't help but feel pain in their stomachs when they thought of the scene when they were almost blown to pieces by their own cannonballs. Fortunately, the location was well chosen when building the tunnel.
The power of the imported Swedish Bofors 75mm mountain gun is incredible. It is no worse than the Japanese 155 howitzer. If it is not hidden well, it will only turn into rubbish.
In an open space six kilometers away, the short barrels of two Bofors 75mm mountain guns imported from Sweden shone with a cold luster in the sun. Not far behind the two guns, two guns with a base number of up to forty were placed.
According to regulations, a base number for a mountain cannon should be 30 shells. However, due to the serious shortage of shells, a base number of two-thirds of the stipulated number would be good.
Although Liu Tuanzuo had received 120 rounds of artillery shells from his white-collar job at the division headquarters, Liu Tuanzuo spent another 10,000 yuan to buy 120 rounds of artillery shells. Zhao Ergou, who had a total of 240 rounds of artillery shells and felt that he was rich, had no intention of pressing the button.
Thirty rounds of artillery shells are made as a base number.
What's more, now, the 40 rounds of artillery shells were not only fired in vain, but also used to blow up his own mountain. Thinking of this, Zhao Ergou's heart was bleeding.
"Company commander, are we really going to fire?" a veteran who pulled the breech of the gun asked hesitantly.
Just now, the messenger came from a distance and said that the regimental command had given the order to fire. The little red flag had been waving on the top of the mountain for a long time.
"Grandma's legs, do you think I want to fire a cannon? One shell costs a hundred oceans! It's so expensive." Zhao Ergou bared his teeth in distress.
"I mean, the group is still there?"
"Then we have to fight. There are military orders. If I don't fire today, I will take you to dig tunnels tomorrow. Believe it or not? The regiment wants to kill the little Japanese. He won't kill himself first." Zhao Er
The dog gritted its teeth and roared: "Hit me."
Listening to the deafening explosion from the top of the mountain only thirty meters away from him, Huang Jiqing, who felt the huge power of the shell for the first time, his first thought was: The turtle son is going to kill people and silence them!