The two armies 'intersected', and the bayonets stabbed at the front of the position, and the screams followed, and the American troops, who had just woken up from the smoke of the grenades and the explosion, did not have time to raise their weapons to resist, and fell under the bayonets of the fighters one after another.

The blood sprayed from the U.S. soldier splattered onto my face and into my eyes, blurring my vision, but I didn't wipe it. Because I knew that if I stopped for a second, even if it was just a second, the American soldiers in front of me would probably 'shoot' their bullets into my head or their bayonets into my heart.

So I didn't dare to wipe it with my free hand, so I kept waving the rifle in my hand, stabbing, picking, and smashing...... And also cooperate with their hands and feet, teeth, or kick, or hit, or bite, all the movements that can be used can be imagined. At this time, there are no moves to speak of, and all the movements are subconscious. There was only one thought in his head, that is, no matter what method was used, no matter what means were used, as long as he could keep the enemy in front of him out of the position, as long as he did not let them rush up.

They were in an awkward position for the U.S. troops, who were at the tipping point between a steep slope and a hilltop position. In this position, they were faced with our bayonets and butts almost as soon as they came out. They couldn't throw grenades at us because they were too close, and there was a good chance that the grenades would roll into their own ranks. They could not raise their guns to 'shoot' at us, because they could not see the target from their position, and by the time they saw the target, the bayonet was already in front of them. And...... There were also constant stabbing wounds and rolling and falling down on top of their heads, making it impossible for them to distinguish between friend and foe.

So the battle situation was so tense and stalemate, the American troops came out one by one, and one by one we stabbed over, and then screamed and rolled down the inclined plane. But these US troops in front of them know very well in their hearts that this is a rare and good opportunity for them. Once they retreated, they might not be able to get so close when they charged us again. What's more, it's still night, and reinforcements from the Volunteer Army may come up at any time. Therefore, although the US army suffered heavy casualties, it still refused to give up the fruits of victory in front of them, and still rushed up row by row.

The situation of the volunteers is not good, and our biggest shortcoming is the lack of manpower, and then I thought to myself, if there are more than a dozen more, we will probably be able to fight them with bayonets, just like last time. But now...... With limited manpower, we are struggling to cope with the situation in front of us.

Position 9 is the apex of the triangle, which means that we are facing the enemy on three sides, and we have to face attacks from the enemy on three sides. Although the soldiers are condescending, this location brings us only to be able to withstand the enemy's attack. And we can't take a step back, the consequence of doing so will not only shine the back of our comrades in front of the enemy, but also give the enemy a foothold.

With a ......"pounce", a soldier's bayonet plunged deep into the enemy's chest.

Although the U.S. military wore body armor, the body armor of this era was not equipped with steel plates, but it was a nylon soft synthetic fiber. Although this material can be bulletproof to a certain extent, it cannot protect against bayonets, so the bayonets penetrate the heart of the enemy very smoothly. The American soldier screamed and died of blood spitting from his mouth. But what is surprising is that he did not fall down like the enemy we usually stabbed, but dragged himself up and down the bayonet. I quickly realized that it was the enemy's flank that stuck the bayonet.

There is no time to delay on the battlefield, let alone in a situation like ours where the minority is against the majority. When the soldier could not 'draw' back the bayonet, several American soldiers snatched it from the inclined plane, and then two bayonets stabbed into his 'chest'

The situation has become critical, once those American troops successfully break through the gap of this soldier, then our troops will not be able to stop the American army's offensive like a 'tide' no matter what. Just as I was gone, the warrior screamed and swooped down on the rushing enemy with his bayonet......

At this moment, I could clearly see the warrior's back, two bloody bayonets protruding from his back, the tips of the knives glowing coldly under the flares, and the blood flowed down the blood trough like a spring, staining the ground under the warrior's feet. The soldier didn't know where he got the strength, and then there was another loud roar, and even people with guns carried the American soldiers who had just rushed up and rolled down from the position.

This soldier bought us a moment with his life, and at the moment when he threw himself into the enemy group, we in the position tacitly adjusted our formation and filled the gap.

A few "bang-bang...... gunshots, and a fighter's body shook a few times, apparently hit by an enemy stray bullet. But he did not fall, still brandishing his bayonet and stabbing the enemy again and again. It was not until he finally could no longer raise the rifle in his hand that he suddenly pulled the "glorious bullet" tied to his 'chest' and threw himself at the US soldier as soon as he 'straightened' up.

With a loud "boom," more than a dozen corpses were blown up and rolled in a 'chaotic manner' on the inclined plane, and the US troops rushing towards us were immediately blown open a gap. But they were like a 'tidal' water that had been blown up, and they quickly surrounded it again.

Although the American troops in front of them died one by one under our bayonets, the soldiers on the positions also became fewer and fewer. I know very well in my heart that if we continue to fight like this, there will always be a moment when our defense line will collapse. As soon as our defensive line is broken through by the enemy, or the defensive line of other positions is broken through by the enemy, the American army will soon overwhelm us completely.

But now I had no choice but to grit my teeth and stab myself at the enemy again and again.

There was a crisp sound of "clang", and my stabbing speed was slower, giving the target time to lower his head, and as a result, the bayonet stabbed on the helmet of the American army. But when I withdrew my bayonet again, I found that it was bent beyond shape, so I grabbed it backwards and threw it at the enemy with the butt of my rifle.

However, the speed of killing the enemy with the butt of the rifle was obviously not as fast as that of the bayonet, and I only felt a tingling pain, and I found that the enemy's bayonet had pierced a bloody 'hole' in my big 'leg'. Losing the strength of support, I had to sit down on the ground, 'pull' out the M1911 on my waist as fast as I could, and "bang...... at the American troops who climbed up in front of me, which was a 'chaotic' fight, destroying an enemy with each bullet, and seven American soldiers fell in response, but this did not seem to change the situation of the battle, because soon a new enemy rushed up with bayonets.

Finished

I secretly said in my heart that at this time I was already prostrated and had no strength at all, and the last bit of resistance was to throw the empty pistol in my hand at the enemy. The American soldier in front of him put a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his bayonet and picked it away, and then aimed the bayonet at me......

"Da Da ......"

At this moment, a series of gunshots suddenly came from behind me, and several American soldiers in front of me were beaten and trembled, and then collapsed to the ground.

I was covered in the blood of the American soldiers, and coincidentally, the American soldier who had just laughed at me was lying at my feet, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Chong" was when I was puzzled, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering shouting from behind me, and then familiar figures appeared around me.

It was the reinforcements and the comrades of the Twelfth Army...... At this last moment, they finally caught up in time

I went limp, and I didn't have the strength to lie down on the ground.

"Comrade Comrade Hold On" Soon someone came to me and carried me on a stretcher. At this time, although I was still conscious and very conscious, I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to move, I just let them toss me. I just thought about it, and I would 'hand' them over the rest

"Where is the comrade?" When I was carried back to the pit, the hygienist looked at me covered in blood and couldn't find out where the wound was after a long search.

"Here, here" I forced my upper body up, pointed to the big 'thigh' and said, "Let the devil stab me"

"Don't you see," the hygienist didn't say a word, and immediately began to examine my wound and take out the first aid kit for some necessary treatment.

At this time, several more soldiers were helped in, although they were also covered in blood, he and I still recognized one of them at a glance was Li Baocheng, and couldn't help but shout happily: "Company Commander Li, your life is really hard, so you won't go to see Marx."

"Chief of Staff" Li Baocheng found me on the stretcher at this time, and couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you the same with each other?" ”

"What? You ......" Listening to Li Baocheng's words, the two hygienists who helped me take care of my wounds were stunned, looked at each other and asked, "You, you are Cui Wei, Chief of Staff Cui"

"Who else is it not him?" Li Baocheng sat down against the wall of the tunnel with difficulty, and said with a smile: "You two little ghosts, you want to give me snacks, don't let our chief of staff suffer."

"Yes" The two hygienists responded, where did they dare to be slow, and their hands were quickly busy. But I just felt their hands tremble a little......

While cleaning my wounds, a hygienist of the "Chief of Staff" said to me: "You have fought so bravely, and our troops are everywhere praising your deeds of fighting the enemy on Shangganling. Just now, Xiao Wang also told me, if we can see the commander stationed on Shangganling with our own eyes, how good it would be, I didn't expect to see it now, and treat your wounds......"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly when I heard this, this is not the first time I have been praised as an example, but I still can't get used to such straightforward praise from the soldiers.

"Where is Comrade Cui Wei? Where is it? At this time, a volunteer soldier who looked like a cadre walked in quickly with two guards, and asked as he went

"Report to Camp Commander Li, here," the two health camps stood up happily and replied.

"Comrade Cui Wei" Battalion Commander Li strode forward when he heard this, first saluted me, then held my hand tightly, looked at me with admiration in his eyes, and said: "Chief of Staff Cui, you have fought so well that so many people can hold the position, which is completely unexpected to me. I was thinking about having a *** show, but I didn't expect ......."

"Battalion Commander Li" I asked rhetorically, "Shouldn't you come for reinforcements in an hour?" How could it be now? ”

"That's right," Battalion Commander Li nodded and replied, "According to the original plan, we did come to reinforce an hour later, but we saw gunfire and flares on the 597.9 heights. Commander Zhang judged that this was a night attack by the enemy, and he was worried that you would not be able to withstand it, so he advanced the reinforcement plan."

"Hmm" I couldn't help but nod when I heard this. It was still Regiment Commander Zhang who was wise and sent reinforcements in time, otherwise not only would our lives be lost, but the surface position of the 597.9 Heights would not be able to be defended.

"Chief of Staff, you can withdraw with peace of mind to recuperate," Battalion Commander Li shook my hand again and said, "This place will be 'handed over' to us." Don't worry, the soldiers of our 12th Army will definitely not pull your 'legs' and discredit our volunteer troops."

As he spoke, he waved his hand at several soldiers beside him, and couldn't help but give an order: "You send the comrades of the 15th Division back, you must remember that no one can be left behind, they are heroes, they are not sacrificed under the guns of the enemy on the battlefield, and they must not be sacrificed on the way back, even if they use your lives, they must be sent to the rear safely."

"Yes" The soldiers responded in unison, and we were not allowed to raise our voices against it, and immediately helped or carried them, and some simply rushed out of the tunnel with the wounded soldiers on their backs.

The sound of gunfire is still roaring, and the smoke of gunpowder is still choking, but this time, lying on the stretcher, I feel that the battlefield tonight is a little different. Not only me, but Li Baocheng and the soldiers also had the same thoughts, and as they walked, they turned their heads and looked back at the battlefield behind them. Although in the smoke there was nothing to be seen except for the occasional explosion or two explosions or the bright light of flares, the warriors turned back again and again......

"The chief of staff should bring back something as a souvenir," said Li Baocheng, who was walking next to me.

"What else can you bring with you in this place?" I couldn't help but laugh when I heard this, it's either dirt or stone here, do you still bring these?

Li Baocheng hesitated, walked a few steps to the side, and saw a tree trunk less than one meter long next to him, and immediately shouted: "Correspondent, carry this trunk back."

"Yes," the correspondent replied, and without further asking, he carried the trunk of the tree and followed behind.

Listening to Li Baocheng's order, I couldn't help but feel funny, this is okay and carrying a piece of rotten wood back, the correspondent is already tired and half dead, isn't this a toss with heart?

But then I suddenly remembered that in modern times, I had been to the Military History Exhibition Hall to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, where a piece of rotten wood was displayed. The piece of wood, which was less than a meter long, was embedded with bullets and shrapnel, and there were more than 100 large and small. This fully illustrates what kind of difficult environment the Shangganling Battle was carried out in, and that section of wood has also become a clear proof of the historical event of the Shangganling Battle.

That piece of wood, isn't it the one we're carrying back now......

But now I don't have the heart to care about any other things, because we are now in the enemy's artillery blockade. I have been fighting in Shangganling, and I have always looked at this artillery blockade area from a distance on the high ground, and I have never felt it in person. Now that I come to this front, I know that this is not a good thing.

Although the shells were not very dense, they were bursting one after another, and they exploded in this section of the valley without any regularity. The danger here is that we can't tell where the next shell will explode, and we don't know when the American artillery will come out on a whim

The comrades of the Twelfth Army were obviously very experienced in how to go through such an artillery blockade, and before we could get ready, they jumped up from the ground and carried me forward as fast as they could.

The shells kept exploding around me, the shrapnel kept whistling in my ears, and the dirt was falling from the sky from time to time and 'shooting' into my eyes, mouth and nose, which forced me to close my eyes.

But the truth is that it is difficult to close my eyes in the midst of the shelling, because that would give me an inexplicable fear, so I opened my eyes again. At this point, I hoped that the warriors who were carrying me one after the other would let me down and let me go on my own, but this was obviously not the right idea, so I had to let them carry me on my way......

Suddenly, I felt the pace of the warriors slow down, the air became fresher and fresher, the smoke in front of me gradually dissipated, and the long-lost stars appeared in the sky.

I'm back on earth

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This was the end of the Battle of Shangganling, which lasted 43 days and was divided into three stages, developing from a battle to a campaign. The enemy and us invested a large number of troops and weapons in a narrow area of less than 4 square kilometers, and engaged in a protracted and repeated struggle, and the intensity of the battle was unprecedented. The density of artillery fire, in particular, has exceeded the level of the Second World War.

In this battle, we killed, wounded and captured more than 25,000 enemies, and our army suffered more than 11,500 casualties, with a casualty ratio of 2.21:1.

Among them, there were 3 to 400 volunteer officers and soldiers who entered the No. 1 tunnel of the 597.9 highland, and only eight survived in the end. The military flag brought back by the soldier Wang Tugen, 14 days ago was still brand new, every counterattack of the Eighth Company, it was 'inserted' on the position once, bathed in countless bullets and bullets, and now this flag of less than two square meters is densely covered with as many as 381 bullet 'holes', in 1962, when the museum was completed and opened, this military flag that recorded the glory of Shangganling is one of the most precious collections