Old Tang snuggled up to the turret of the tank, through the smoke emitted by the engine, looked at the encirclement that had disappeared into the dark night in the distance, and subconsciously touched the pocket of his jacket, but he didn't want to touch it, at this moment, a cigarette was handed to him: "Smoke mine!" ”

Old Tang followed the sound and looked at it, just as he saw Zhang Huangxin standing in the turret commander's cabin looking at him with a guilty face: "I'm sorry, I'm late!" ”

After taking the cigarette, Old Tang just smiled bitterly, didn't say anything, just continued to stare silently in the direction of the encirclement, smoking one cigarette after a long time, and only after a long time did he sigh faintly: "They are all good, but it's a pity that I, the company commander, have failed them......"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red, and he was choked up and couldn't speak anymore......

After the heavy firepower company was surrounded by the Wharton armored battle group of the US First Cavalry Division, it fought for 34 hours, not only successfully covering the timely retreat of a certain main division of the Volunteer Army to the south of the Imjin River, but also seriously delaying the advance of the enemy's main force to the north, thus winning valuable time for the main force of the Volunteer Army to readjust its deployment.

However, for this reason, the heavy firepower company also suffered huge casualties, and the scale of the whole company was nearly 300 people when it was surrounded, and now after breaking through the encirclement, counting the movable wounded, it will only look like about 200 people, as for the more than 100 people, they are permanently left in that small encirclement.

In this regard, Old Tang was very guilty, because he said that the Heavy Fire Company would not give up any of his brothers, and even if he died, he would take the ashes home.

However, just an hour ago, the soldiers of the heavy firepower company under his command forced him to give up this promise with practical actions, and that was a platoon commander named Zhao Dong, who was seriously wounded after several bloody battles.

When Zhang Huangxin led the armored troops to break into the encirclement, Lao Tang meant to take Zhao Dong and them all away, but just when he was about to drive Zhao Dong and others to the tank to break out of the encirclement together, Zhao Dong and the others were in the infirmary, silently picked up their weapons, and said calmly to the old Tang and others who rushed over: "Company commander, a few of us have already discussed, even if we go, it will drag you down, so let's stay and stand for you for a while......"

"No way!" Old Don is undoubted!

"Alright then......"

Zhao Dong lowered his head and slowly lowered the Soviet-made grenade in his hand, but just when Lao Tang was relieved and turned around to order the bodies of the wounded and martyrs to be collected, Zhao Dong didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly jumped up on one leg and hit Lao Tang's head.

Old Tang only felt that his head was "buzz~~", and the world was dizzy, and then he only heard Zhao Dong's loud order in his ears: "Wu Chen, you carry the company commander out and hand it to the second platoon commander, and tell him to break through immediately with the ability to move...... Don't fucking bullshit, it's an order......"

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Zhao Dong and they stayed, and in the face of the fierce artillery fire of the American army and the pursuit of the enemy army that followed, they used their own flesh and blood to make the last resistance, and no one knew the specific details, and they could only feel the last heroism from the continuous gunfire sound.

They dragged the pursuing American troops for fifteen minutes, but it was this short fifteen minutes that allowed Zhang Huangxin's armored troops to quickly adjust their deployment and cover the heavy firepower company to break out of the encirclement!

can be the price of those 15 minutes......

Old Tang didn't dare to think about Zhao Dong's final ending, he knew very well that Zhao Dong's choice was right, carrying the remains of martyrs and seriously wounded would inevitably slow down the retreat of the troops, and the American troops surrounding them were not fools, and they would inevitably carry out a fierce pursuit offensive after learning the situation.

With the fully mechanized mobility of the US military, the exhausted heavy firepower company could not escape the pursuit of the US army even with the help of Zhang Huangxin's armored troops, and if it was not good, Zhang Huangxin's armored troops would be put into it.

But if you just give up the remains of the seriously wounded and martyrs......

"Brothers, you sleep well, Old Tang, I only have one breath left, and I will definitely take you home...... Certain! Old Tang couldn't bear to close his eyes, and at the moment of exhaling the smoke, this man who was usually very smug slowly shed two rows of bean-sized tears, mixed with the blackened smoke and dust on his face, dripping on the cold armor on the tank, arousing a group of unforgettable tears......

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When Lieutenant Colonel Wharton calmly set foot on the hills and heights that had taken more than thirty hours to occupy, he did not feel the joy of victory, but the feeling of being blocked by a large rock.

The officers around him thought that their commander was angry because the heavy fire company broke through, but only Lieutenant Colonel Wharton himself knew that in addition to the unhappiness of watching the fat grow away from his mouth, he was more dignified about the Chinese soldiers who stayed on the position.

In fact, when he found that the Chinese army was showing signs of withdrawing from the encirclement, Lieutenant Colonel Wharton immediately made corresponding arrangements, even if the heavy fire company and the Chinese armored troops who came to help dodge his artillery fire covering the blow.

However, he believed that the follow-up pursuit force would still kill the fleeing heavy fire company, coupled with the delay of the 9th Battalion of the French Bolt Corps in front, the Chinese army that broke through would still be annihilated by him in the area south of the Imjin River.

However, what he never expected was that when his pursuing troops swaggered towards the position that should have been uninhabited, waves of dense and bursting bullets came from inside, accompanied by the crisp roar of explosives, and the South Korean and American allied forces that had spread to the position were pinned to the position, unable to advance an inch.

For this reason, the South Korean and American allied troops who attacked the position were very angry, and tried every means to kill the Chinese soldiers who were blocking them, but those Chinese soldiers were even more crazy than their enemies, and Lieutenant Colonel Wharton saw a seriously wounded man with a broken leg through the binoculars, holding a Soviet-made high-power grenade, jumped up from the trench, hugged an American second lieutenant and pulled the grenade......

There is more than one similar scene, almost everywhere on the battlefield, they either use grenades, or blasters, or simply bayonets, even if they can't kill you immediately, they want you to be loud and strong, and eventually have to slow down!

And those Chinese soldiers were all wounded with bandages without exception, but it was these wounded who blocked the iron hooves of the US army for fifteen minutes, so that the US army's pursuit plan had to be seriously delayed!

"They are willing to sacrifice themselves in order to keep their companions alive, and they can be said to be true warriors!"

Wharton looked at the corpses of those Chinese soldiers, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable reverence in his heart, but soon this reverence turned into a strong fighting spirit, looking at the direction of the heavy firepower company's breakthrough, his azure eyes suddenly cold, and he said coldly: "That's why you are worthy of being my opponent......"