Chapter VII Shelling

With a long roar of "Woo ......", a shell exploded not far from the trench without warning, and several unsuspecting volunteer soldiers were blown away, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

"Lie down! Lying down ......"

Before I could react, I was pressed down by a large strong hand......

"It's so ruthless!" I secretly exhaled in pain, my whole face was buried in the dirt, and after a while, I sniffed in the sand. I was about to struggle to get up, but I was so frightened by a loud noise that I fell to the ground and did not dare to move, and I realized that it was enemy shelling.

Lying on the ground, I can clearly feel the vibrations coming from the ground everywhere on my body, like a volcano, like an earthquake, and even more like thousands of horses running by. Sand, gravel, and snow rained down from the sky, burying my whole body in the dirt in a few moments, and every now and then a few pieces of shrapnel passed through my ears with a piercing whistling sound, and I was afraid to look up. I felt my vulnerability, that any shell, a small piece of shrapnel, or even a flying rock could easily take my life.

After a long time, the sound of the artillery finally stopped. I trembled and touched my limbs and head, and luckily, they were there, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the cotton shoes, I'd have wanted to see if a few toes were missing.

Hey...... Where's my gun?

It took a long day of digging to find the beloved 38 big cover in the mound. This thing is a talisman these days, so you have to treat it better in the future.

"Is it an American soldier?" Looking at the tiger beside me, who didn't seem to have happened to anything, I asked with trepidation.

"What's wrong with you?" Huzi snorted and said, "I just praised you a few words, and you were stupid again?" Can an American soldier shoot only five minutes? It's all small-caliber howitzers! ”

"Five...... Five minutes? Still...... ......"I couldn't help but be stunned for a long time, the meeting just now was as long as half a century for me, but I didn't expect it to be only five minutes." It is said that during World War II, hours or even days of artillery bombardment were commonplace, and if I were to stay under that kind of artillery fire, let alone a few days, even if it was a few hours, I would have to learn from Wu Zixu overnight.

"Haven't you ever tasted the Yankee heavy artillery!" Huzi obviously didn't notice that I was so frightened that his face turned pale, and while looking cautiously outside the trench, he said happily: "When you beat Lao Jiang, what is the 38th Division called?" The Yankees used machine guns and cannons, and the 155 heavy guns bombarded the mountain for a while, and the hill was flattened! Bah...... What about the ace division? The machine gun cannon is used for a bird, and Lao Tzu didn't use the 38 cover to lift him! ”

"Tiger ...... Brother Huzi! Hearing this, my breath became a little short: "I see...... Brother Huzi also fought ***? ”

"Hey! What's it? Huzi smiled and said: "Little Japan has all fought, and there are really few of us who have not fought in the 40th Army!" Oh...... Look at what I said, I'm a rough man, not you, comrade! ”

At this time, Huzi's face suddenly turned cold, straightened the spear in his hand, and said softly: "It's here!" Get ready for battle! ”

Looking down from Huzi's eyes, seven or eight large trucks arrived at the foot of the mountain, carrying more than 200 South Korean troops. Maybe it was because of the sound of the shelling, but I didn't even hear the sound of the truck coming.

Originally, I was nervous by the bombardment, thinking that I would only be beaten, but this hope reassured me a lot, and I saw a group of South Korean soldiers jumping down from the truck, swearing and swearing, as if they were cursing their bad luck, why did they meet resistance.

The thick American rifles were slung on their backs, and from time to time they collided with the steel helmets on their heads and made a sonorous sound, which reminded me of the broken pots and pots of scrap metal hanging all over my body. The M1 rifle was custom-made for the tall size of the Americans, and now it looks very incongruous on the back of the relatively small Asians, and some people even fall directly from the acceleration of the M1 when they jump out of the car.

It is said that this M1 rifle was recognized as the best rifle in World War II, and the American GIs never complained about the M1, but in the hands of the South Korean infantry, there were constant complaints, and most of the complaints were that the gun was too big and too heavy, and it was inconvenient to escape!

Alas! Children don't play with guns, even if they can't hit people, it's not good to hit flowers and plants, right......

Looking at this group of South Korean soldiers who had no rules to speak of, the tragic deaths of the South Korean soldiers in the ambush just now came back to my mind.

After waiting for a long time, these South Korean soldiers formed a straggler formation with American characteristics and approached the mountain amid the shouts and curses of the officers.

The skirmish formation and the Soviet-style group charge have their own advantages and disadvantages, the straggler formation charge has small casualties, but the impact force is not large, the group charge is just the opposite, although the impact force is large, but the casualties are greater, especially the advent of the machine gun, the group charge is a severe test. And it seems that this also reflects the question of whether to pay more attention to the lives of soldiers or to pay more attention to the victory or defeat of the war.

Maybe they never encountered resistance along the way, maybe they didn't know that their opponent was a volunteer army that had been through a hundred battles, or maybe they knew that the Yalu River was right in front of them. Some South Korean soldiers did not even take their guns off their backs......

This group of guys must have regarded us as the remnants of the People's Army, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly when I saw this scene, there was a whole company of volunteer soldiers stationed on this hill, not to mention two or three hundred people, all of whom had experienced a hundred battles, and at this time they were even more condescending to wait for work. Oh...... Of course, I can't be counted as a battle-hardened veteran...... Under these circumstances, the South Korean army rushed to attack with the same strength, which was no different from seeking death, but they did not yet know that every step forward they were two feet closer to death.

A "bang......" of gunfire broke the brief silence of the valley.

The sound of gunfire is an order, and the previous bombardment made the volunteer soldiers hold their breath, they had already aimed at the enemy, riveted their strength, and as soon as they heard the gunshots, they couldn't wait to pull the trigger and shoot their revenge bullets mercilessly at the enemy.