As soon as my guard company went up, the balance of victory quickly tilted towards the side of the volunteer soldiers, coupled with the big explosion just now, only the American troops suffered heavy casualties, and even those who were not killed were shocked and did not know how to resist at all. The enemy, who was 'melee' with the volunteers, also completely collapsed at this time, and they either fell under the bayonets of the volunteer fighters in a stunned moment, or they raised their hands helplessly.

As soon as the U.S. defenses were loosened, the volunteer soldiers rushed forward with shouts of slaughter. Top position. "Take the prisoners down! All units enter the anticline to build fortifications! "Stepping on the corpses all the way up to the 2 ugly mouth heights, I immediately gave orders to the soldiers.

"Yes!" The warriors answered. Soon to arrange it.

The reason I was in such a hurry to take the prisoners down was because I knew that the enemy would not tell us anything about faith on the battlefield. Just like the Japanese-American troops who were in the camp, since they can 'mix' with our troops and launch a surprise attack on our army, they can also see the right time to attack us after being taken prisoner.

Our army has just taken this high ground and has not gained a firm foothold, and once the enemy's reinforcements arrive, and at the same time the prisoners are making trouble within us, it is very likely that the hard-earned gains will be lost.

Looking at the Japanese American soldiers who walked past me with their hands hanging their heads one by one, and then thinking about the comrades who fell on the slope along the way, I couldn't help but feel murderous in my heart, and my hands tightened my hands... rifle, the index finger naturally extends to the trigger,,

At this moment, a close burst of gunfire suddenly came from the east, and I realized that the battle to storm the enemy's You6 Heights was not over, so without saying a word, the soldiers with the guard company ran towards the right flank of the high ground.

Ran to the right flank. Jumping into a trench that the US troops had dug a long time ago, Zhong Chaoyang's tank unit had already 'inserted' into the valley between the two high grounds, and was frantically firing a dense stream of bullets and shells at the US troops hiding in the trenches with tank guns and machine guns.

However, due to the angle, and most of the American troops hid in the trenches on the top of the hill to fight the volunteers, the hit rate of these shells and bullets was not large, and the enemy still held on in the trenches.

The soldiers of the guard company did not need to be ordered, they set up their guns in the trenches, aimed at the enemy, and pulled the trigger. In other words, this trench may have been built by the U.S. military to provide fire support for the 6 heights, and the location is quite good, besides, the 6 heights are close to us. The straight-line distance was only more than 100 meters, and the soldiers almost shot at the heads of those Japanese American soldiers. Just a volley of bullets hit it, and those American soldiers screamed for a long time. Immediately after the fighters had set up several 'strong' machine guns and several 'doors' of mortars to shoot at the enemy's trenches, several of the enemy's firing points immediately fell silent.

With a burst of cheers, the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion, who were responsible for attacking the Sheng 6 Heights on the other side, 'planted' the red flag on the top of the mountain.

The gunfire slowly thinned out, and the cannons did not sound a word, and the cheers of the volunteer soldiers who were attacking the two highlands on the anticline resounded higher and louder in the sky above the highlands.

The meeting between the trade group and the division headquarters means that we have broken away from the encirclement of the old tentation camp and victoriously won the final victory in this 'melee' battle. At this moment, the roar of tanks sounded on both sides of the valley.

I took a few steps along the trench in the direction from which the sound came, and by the light of the flares I looked through the scope on my rifle towards the foot of the hill. One after another, the American tanks that were waiting for me appeared in my sight, there were "Sherman" and "Pershing" muzzles, all aiming at the positive slope we had just taken, and the muzzles of the high-altitude machine guns were turned around under the "" of the machine gunners, looking for targets. Behind the tank, there were groups of infantry, also small Japanese-American soldiers, all of whom raised their rifles in their hands under the cover of the tank.

Then, when they finally saw that there was not a single person in the valley but dead bodies and not a single tank, their speed finally slowed down, and the rifles of the infantry hung down without any "precision", and all of them had "looks" of disappointment.

Because, knowing that they were late, their comrades had been wiped out under the attack of the squadron. They came only to witness the defeat of their comrades.

Seeing this lineup of the American troops, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if the American troops on the Huwa Heights and the Spell 6 Heights could hold on for a little longer, even if it was only for a while, our army's offensive would probably collapse quickly in front of these reinforcements. At that time, it was not like this.

However, there are never so many ifs on the battlefield, and the fact is that we took these small and seemingly impregnable heights in time before American reinforcements arrived. Perhaps, I should also be grateful for the mountainous area of Lower Korea and the dilapidated roads, because it was with them that American reinforcements did not arrive until this time.

"Hit!" I don't know who gave the order, but when I heard the sound of gunfire like beans, the volunteer soldiers stationed on the high ground fired a dense number of bullets at the belated US reinforcements, and the mortars also 'fired' shells at the US tanks. In an instant, the US troops, who had come in very neatly, were thrown into a big 'chaos'.

They also knew that there was no point in confronting us in a situation, just raising their rifles while cho feng... The position was 'chaotic', and while retreating under the cover of the tank, the soldiers could only laugh.

"Captain! Captain Cui: "At this time, several voices shouted behind me.

When I looked back, I saw two volunteer soldiers with Tokarev pistols in their hands walking up with cats on their backs. When he saw me, he put away his pistol and walked towards me with a smiling face. Seeing this, I couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at their faces blackened by artillery fire seriously, as if I had seen them, but I couldn't remember who it was for a while!

"Well played, Captain Cui!" One of the leaders enthusiastically stretched out his hands to clasp them with me, and then waved his fist and said, "These little Japan, it's really ***!" My regiment charged more than a dozen times in a row and failed to rush up, if it weren't for Commander Cui 'touching' them in the back, we wouldn't be able to avenge the dead comrades this time! ”

"Hmm" I just remembered when I heard this, and the two in front of me were the head and political commissar of the network group. We met once a few days ago when we had a meeting at the division headquarters, but at that time it was only a hurried introduction of myself, so I didn't have a deep impression of them.

"Wang, Commander Wang" thought for a long time, and then I vaguely remembered that the regiment commander in front of me was surnamed Wang, so I shook his hand again: "Listen to your tone, your regiment has lost a lot of soldiers, right?" ”

Head Wang nodded solemnly with a 'pale' face: "After a rough calculation, there are more than 300 dead and wounded!" Seeing that they were about to return home, but they did

It is understandable that the Butterflies would suffer such heavy losses, after all, they attacked the front of the enemy. Although they only feinted to contain the enemy's forces, they had to face the reinforced "concrete" concrete fortifications that the US military had spent several months building. Those fortifications are now in our hands, so I've seen them too, and it can easily hold off an entire attacking force with just a few men with a few 'strong' machine guns in them.

"Captain Cui, Captain Wang!" The political commissar standing beside him continued: "The casualties of our army are very large, but in any case, we still have 'outstandingly' fulfilled the tasks 'assigned' to us by our superiors and achieved our strategic goals. I think. Those soldiers who died will also be happy and proud of us! ”

Listening to the words of the political commissar, Head Wang couldn't help but nodded, but I could only smile bitterly. Perhaps, those soldiers who died will indeed be happy and proud of the victory of this battle, as the political commissar said. But I won't.

Because at this time, I was thinking about these sacrificed soldiers, who were only one step away from returning home.

As the enemy retreated, so did the nerves in my body. I sat down on the ground and looked around at the high ground. The soldiers were busy building fortifications in the pile of dead, and the stretcher team and the containment team had already followed, and the living, dead, and unconscious were all carried down on the stretchers.

They are in this unit, but they are just a casualty number, just a number. But I know that in the distant homeland, each of them has his own family, and each of them has relatives waiting at home.

"Raise the head of the group, head Wang!" While I was thinking about it, two messengers ran up to us and reported: "Division Commander Pang ordered you to pull the troops back, defend the regimental battalion that left the position, and let you report to the division headquarters!" ”

"Yes!" I answered with Commander Wang, shook hands again, and then returned to my position to give orders.

Some people may be surprised by this order of Commander Pang, thinking that we have captured these high places with so many people killed and wounded, but now we have only arranged one battalion of men to defend them. On average, there is only one company of soldiers stationed on each high ground.

But I knew that this order of Master Pang was inevitable.

The main reason is that although the topography of these highlands is important, it is not large, and if too many people are arranged to garrison it, and they are hit by a cannonball from the Yankees, it is not a 'mess'.

The hiding tunnels dug by the U.S. military to hide from artillery fire are anti-inclined for them, but for us they are positive inclined planes. The positive slope is exactly where the US artillery can blow up, so all the tunnels cannot be used, otherwise they will only wait to be bombed. The fortifications on the anticline can still be used, but most of them are pillboxes, 'mixed' concrete fortifications, trenches, 'cross' trenches and the like. Although these fortifications are strong and can be used as firepower points on the anticline of our army with a little modification, they cannot hide a few people, which also determines that we can only arrange a small number of troops to garrison on the high ground.

This is also the consistent way of our army's operations, and the volunteers always arrange a small number of troops to be stationed in the forward positions, sometimes with only one platoon or fewer on a position. When the enemy attacks our forward positions, the defenders only need to resist for a while, and reinforcements will soon be sent from the rear.

The soldiers of the nephew regiment were very aware of this combat habit of the volunteers, so after hearing the order, they did not have any objections, and after shaking hands with the soldiers who came to "cross" the defense, and after saying a solemn voice, they walked down with me to the position where they were still fighting for life and death.

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"Haha, it's down! Knocked down! ”

After taking the soldiers back to the second-line position to rest, Li Pinghe and I walked towards the division headquarters with Xu Yongwei and Zhang Mingxue.

After getting permission, Li Pinghe lifted the black cloth and walked in, only to find that his father-in-law, "Tian Chang and the political commissar were all here." When they saw me walk in, they all looked at me with admiration, and some even took the initiative to get up and shake my hand and give me a seat!

Soldiers, in fact, are also very realistic.

It's just that their reality is not a monetary reality, nor is it a material reality. They are the reality of war. As long as whoever fights well, fights hard, and makes more contributions, they will obey and admire whom!

"Yes! Several of the reserved heights have been taken! It went well! ”

At this time, I realized that Master Pang was on the phone, and listening to his tone seemed to be reporting to his superiors.

"But something happened!" Division Commander Pang continued to report: "We just caught up with the enemy's change of defense, so the enemy's strength has increased several times!" Moreover, it is an independent battalion of the United States with strong combat effectiveness! Yes, yes, it's that little Japanese unit! Be! Please rest assured that we will never lose our position! Be! ”

When Master Pang hung up the phone, I could see that he was in a good mood! He smiled and glanced at us. When he saw me, he said, "Our victorious general is here too!" No wonder I felt a sense of nobility! ”

There was a coax, and the soldiers were all amused by Master Pang's words.

"How?" Master Pang casually threw a few packs of cigarettes at us and casually asked, "Are you struggling to fight?" ”

"It's not strenuous! I've just warmed up."

"Hey, Commander!" Some of the soldiers took the cigarettes and shouted, "How many cigarettes are you hiding?" It's all packed and lost! ”

"You guys!" Master Pang smiled: "If you still win the battle next time, I will lose them one by one!" ”

"Good!" Hearing this, the soldiers coaxed: "When the time comes, commander, don't go back!" "I'm afraid that the teacher won't be able to train him when he arrives, so I'll treat all the ***!"

With a coax, the soldiers burst into laughter again, and the tunnel was filled with laughter for a while.

"Tell me about the situation!" After laughing for a while, and waiting for the soldiers to light each other's cigarettes, Master Pang then asked, "Are there any casualties?"

The casualty statistics were counted by the grassroots companies after the war, and then reported layer by layer, and finally collected to our regiment headquarters, so Division Commander Pang really didn't know this number.

The warriors who were still laughing just now couldn't help but be stunned at this time. The one with the cigarette in his mouth frowned, took a few deep breaths, and then exhaled a long puff of smoke. Before he could light the cigarette, he sighed, threw away the burning match, and put the cigarette back in his pocket.

"Report to the division commander". The head of the regiment who purchased the regiment was the first to stand up, and he 'straightened' up and said: "Our regiment has sacrificed 135 people and wounded 72 people."

"Our regiment lost 253 casualties and wounded 87 people!" The report was made by the head of the worm group, and I noticed that when he was reporting, the muscles and flesh on his face were throbbing.

I know that feeling, it's a pain from the bottom of my heart! It's a reality that no one can pretend. So far, the number of each regiment is less than 1,000, and more than 300 people have been killed and wounded in this battle, almost one-third.

"Where's Captain Cui?" Seeing that I didn't report, Master Pang couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm!" I was distracted at this time before I reacted, and hurriedly stood up and replied: "Our regiment sacrificed one hundred and seventy-four people and wounded forty-five!" ”

When I had finished my report, there was a deathly silence in the tunnel, and the soldiers were silent, except for the smoke of cigarette cigarettes that burned freely in the air.

"It's not easy." After a long time, Master Pang sighed, nodded and said, "The soldiers are all good!" You're all good, too! In every regiment, the number of casualties is greater than the number of casualties! ”

The soldiers understood the meaning of Master Pang's words, and I understood it too.

In fact, as long as you are a soldier, you should understand what it means to have a lot more casualties than you have been injured in a battle that takes the initiative to attack.

That is, minor injuries do not get out of the line of fire, which means that the soldiers are fighting to the last drop of blood, even if they are injured, they must try their best to play a little role on the battlefield.

It would be surprising if it was a small unit or an 'elite' unit that would have lost more casualties than wounded, but we are like this in every regiment, and some of them have several times the number of wounded!

I don't know what kind of 'spirit' the warriors used to fight, and what kind of attitude they used to face death! All I know is that if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do that.

The soldiers were silent, and so was Commander Pang. After a long while, Master Pang silently took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one from it and put it in his mouth. The cigarette was shaking, it should be said that Master Pang's lips were trembling because of the "agitation", which made him "spend" a lot of energy to light the cigarette.

Surprisingly, after Mr. Pang lit the cigarette, he gently placed it on the edge of the table, then lit another cigarette, and then lit another one, a total of three side by side.

Only then did I understand Master Pang's intentions, and the three sticks were curling with light smoke, like three incense pillars used for worship.

Master Pang stared at the three cigarettes for a long time before he whispered, "Let's go!" Brothers".