Chapter 11: The Battle of Onjing (1)

Onjeong is a small town in North Korea, and this town has no danger to defend, not even a city wall. It became the base of the South Korean 6th Division because there were two direct roads leading to the Yalu River from Onjeong. One is from Wenjing to Guchang and then to Chushan on the Yalu River, and the other is in the direction of Liangshuidong, where we just marched.

The cold light of the last quarter moon made the whole world in a hazy white light, allowing us to clearly see the hills, ravines, and trees overwhelmed by the snow outside the well. The cold weather made the insects and birds all hide in their nests, unable to make a sound. But who would have thought that in this deathly silence, on the outskirts of this inconspicuous town, there were nearly 30,000 troops of two divisions of the Chinese Volunteer Army in ambush.

Lying on the cold snow, feeling the chill coming from under me, I couldn't help but shiver. But at this time, I didn't have time to care about the cold, and frowned at the little bonfire in the warm well.

In fact, I knew very well that the South Korean troops stationed in Onjeong in front of me had only one regiment of 3,100 men, and because the volunteers did not know how many troops the enemy had deployed here, nor did they know the enemy's strategic intentions, they arranged for two divisions of the 40th Army, the 120th Division, and the 118th Division, where I was, to attack this town with nearly 30,000 people.

The 30,000 volunteers who had experienced a hundred battles went to fight the 3,000 South Korean troops in that place, and it was not a matter of being captured and defeated in a battle.

What worries me is the dozens of bonfires that the South Korean army has lit to keep warm.

These bonfires exposed the South Korean troops, but they also illuminated the way for the Yankee bombers. Although the Chinese soldiers had long fought with the American-style equipment in the hands of Chiang Lao, they had never fought the Americans head-on, so they were not familiar with their combat methods at all, that is, they did not know how advanced their communications equipment was, and they also did not know how fast their bombers were......

Therefore, the result of this battle in history was that as soon as the Volunteer Army attacked, the 3,100 South Korean troops completely retreated, and there was no resistance at all, and in the end there were 2,700 people who fled to the Cheongchon River. In other words, only 400 Southern Korean soldiers were killed or wounded, including prisoners.

It was because of the war that an American writer wrote: "One reason may have stemmed from the traditional fear of Chinese soldiers ingrained in the minds of North Koreans." Whatever the reason, 2,700 of the 3,100 officers and men of the 2nd Regiment later fled to the Cheongchon River, which is a strong indication that they fought harder than they fought. ”

However, a wave of wanton and indiscriminate bombing by US planes then inflicted heavy losses on the volunteers, and more than 2,000 soldiers died under the bombing of the Americans before they had even seen the Americans.

No, we can't let this happen! I peeked at my comrades, who were lying motionless near me, and perhaps he was one of the more than 2,000 people who died, or even him...... It's me. So even if it's not for others, it's for myself, I have to change this result.

Thinking of this, I moved backwards and crawled to the side with my body on my knees.

"Shh......h

A voice caught my attention, and when I turned my head, I saw that Huzi was staring at me fiercely with a pair of tiger eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a spirit, and that gaze was as cold as the moonlight, as if it was going to eat me raw.

"If there's, pull it in my pants." Huzi lowered his voice and said, "If you want to expose the target, let's see if we don't jump on you first!" ”

"I ...... I'll look for the head of the regiment and report the situation! ”

"Why so much nonsense, go back!"

I hesitated for a moment, but thinking that the lives of more than 2,000 volunteer soldiers were at stake, I decided to ignore Huzi's order and continue to crawl to the side. But suddenly, a cold light flashed, and several bayonets appeared in front of me at the same time. In the moonlight, the black, blood-stained blade reminded me that if I moved again, the bayonets would cut my throat mercilessly.

This made me realize that there is no room for jokes on the battlefield, and any possibility of revealing the objectives of the troops will be dealt with mercilessly. It's just that I really can't change the situation of this war? Thinking that the volunteer soldiers were about to suffer heavy casualties under the bombing of US fighters, I couldn't help but bow my head in a gloomy manner.

"Comrade, come this way!"

As a myopic eye appeared in front of me, the bayonet next to me was quickly and silently withdrawn, which made me realize that the middle-aged myopic eye in front of me was a bit of a problem.

After climbing for a while, the middle-aged man turned to the back of a small hill. The middle-aged man sat up straight, lifted his glasses, and pointed at me in a stern and deep voice, "How did you do that?" The big war is imminent, and there are still small actions, and there is no organization and discipline at all. Report the situation? If everyone reports the situation like you and crawls everywhere looking for the regiment commander, then what kind of war is there to fight? Homosexuals...... We are revolutionary soldiers, where have you learned the three disciplines and eight points of attention? You have to reflect on yourself......"

I'm in such a hurry, I'm about to start fighting, it's too late to blow the trumpet.

"First ...... Chief, you are ......" I interrupted him cautiously, hoping only that he was a man of words.

"Hey, you...... You're still asking about me? The short-sighted eye was angry when he heard it, and I could see through the thick lenses that his glasses were staring at the boss: "What's the matter?" Think I'm not qualified to criticize you, or what? Good...... I'll tell you, I'm Chen Ye, the political commissar of the 354th Regiment. Comrades, the bureaucratic style of our revolutionary military personnel must not be dropped, and if there are mistakes, we must dare to admit and accept criticism and self-criticism. It's not just me, it's anyone......"

It turned out to be a political commissar, and as soon as I heard it, the political commissar in the volunteer army was an officer at the same level as the regiment commander, but the regiment commander was in command of the battle, and the political commissar was to guide the political and ideological work, so I interrupted him again and said anxiously: "Comrade political commissar, I ...... I want to reflect the situation! ”

"I said, what's the matter with your comrade?" Chen Ye was only stunned by my anger: "You ......"

"Comrade Political Commissar, the military situation is urgent." I didn't allow him to say another half a word, and said anxiously: "It's too late, don't be in a hurry, Comrade Political Commissar will listen to me finish talking before punishing me." ”

Chen Ye was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk about it!" ”

"Comrade Political Commissar, this ......" When I really said it, I didn't know what to say, so I simply pulled Chen Ye out of the small hill, pointed to those bonfires and said to Chen Ye: "Comrade Political Commissar, look at those bonfires, don't I want to warm the well?" There were dozens of bonfires lit inside, and the whole well was lit up, and our two divisions of 30,000 men rushed in, and the enemy ran away, and the battle was won, but the Yankees' planes were blown up like this......"

Chen Ye couldn't help but gasp, his face immediately became solemn, and after a little thought, he ordered the guard next to him: "Quick, call Captain Chu, immediately!" Tell him to come anyway! ”

After a while, I heard a slight sound of Xi Xiqiu, I looked at it, only to find that the two guards dragged Commander Chu all the way over, and the feeling was that his wound was too painful to crawl, so he had to use this method. I can't help but admire this hard sweat in my heart.

"Old Chu ......" Before Commander Chu could speak, Chen Ye hurriedly said: "We only care about hitting the enemy, and we have forgotten about the Yankees' planes." ”

After speaking, he pointed to the hundreds of bonfires scattered throughout Wenjing City.

Head Chu was startled, and soon understood what was going on, and he didn't care about the pain, so he suddenly sat up and said, "What should I do?" There were only ten minutes left before the attack, and there was no hurry to inform the division commander to cancel the battle plan. ”

"It's definitely not in a hurry." Chen Ye shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "Even if you have to notify the division commander to cancel the battle plan in a hurry, what about the 120th Division?" I think I have to ...... I had to inform the division commander to pull out the troops as soon as possible after the battle to minimize losses! ”

"That's all there is to it!" Head Chu gritted his teeth and nodded approvingly, his face becoming very ugly.

"Report to the head of the group." Because I didn't dare to stand up, I sat down and gave a military salute, looking very awkward.

"Oh, this comrade reminded me of this just now." Chen Ye nodded beside him and said: "This comrade has also made a great contribution, if you can ...... it earlier"

"Report to the commissar." I gave another military salute and said, "It's not too late, I have a way to make it impossible for the Yankees' plane to bomb us!" ”

"What?" The political commissar and the regimental commander looked at me at the same time, their eyes full of disbelief.