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131st Zhuo Communications

"Bang". A gunshot rang out. The volunteer soldiers fired their weapons one after another. The bullets that flew out hit the American soldiers who were running in the front row. brought a bloody storm. But the U.S. military also seemed to be prepared for this, and as soon as the guns rang out, they fell to the ground. Almost at the same time, the American tanks parked at the foot of the hill opened fire. The earth and rocks were 'chaotic' and the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the enemy was lost in an instant.

Then the machine gunners on the tank "tart and vomit" and "indiscriminately" hit our position, and the mortar gunner next to the tank also fired shells at our position. The sand in front of the position was shattered by bullets, and the whistling of bullets was everywhere overhead.

I hurriedly lowered my head, and a volley of bullets flew past with a whistling sound close to my ears.

I wanted to pick up a few machine gunners on American tanks and open meat, but I didn't expect to raise the gun and look down, the hazy dust was everywhere, and the infantry approaching the charge could only see an outline. Not to mention the machine gunners on the tanks.

Tank guns and machine guns on tanks did not cause much damage to our volunteer fighters because of the angle. But the problem is that the US military is not the only one that is 'shooting'. They also have mortars, as well as light and heavy machine guns that they carry with them.

If it had been before, I don't think the US military's light and heavy weapons would have been so accurate, but after they attacked the surface positions several times, they knew all the positions on high ground well. This makes the U.S. military's fire cover very targeted. Even they can measure the Zhuyuan before retreating, and when they want to attack, they can accurately hit the mortar shells even if the sun is covered with smoke and dust.

This is not? In just a few moments, several of our soldiers were killed under the enemy's mortars, while we were overwhelmed by the enemy's machine-gun bullets. Even if you poke your head out of the gap. We also had no choice but to find that the enemy was charging with smoke and dust, and it was difficult for us to hit the target accurately.

"All of them". I yelled at the fighters: "All withdraw to the second-line positions." Get ready for battle! ”

"Yes". The warriors answered, guns in their hands and ran back.

The positions on the top of Shangganling Mountain are dotted, there is no certain rule, and there are positions behind the positions, which also allows us to withdraw from the front-line positions and continue to defend.

With the soldiers lying down on the position and re-erecting the rifles, I saw the artillery shells of the position in front of us firing one after another, but our position was calm and calm. This may be the reason why the mortar gunners only measured the elements of the forward positions, and did not think that we would retreat to the second-line positions! I want to be under these smokes though. They probably didn't even notice that we had retreated to a second-line position.

After a while, the sound of the cannon gradually became quieter. We waited quietly for a while, and then we saw rows of black things suddenly thrown up from the other side.

It's a grenade!

The U.S. military really didn't know that we had retreated to the second line, and this time it was a big profit! Call. They rushed up in rows and alleys, only to see groups of American GIs with rifles and bayonets, taking advantage of the residual threat of the grenade explosion to rush to the position.

。 Beat! "That's when it happened. With my order. The weapons in the hands of the volunteer soldiers began to roar. Rifles, submachine guns, and machine guns all pulled the trigger at the enemy in the smoke of gunfire.

The dense bullets brought a breeze and blew the smoke to the side of the American soldiers, who obviously didn't feel it, because by this time they had fallen to the ground screaming.

The U.S. military didn't expect that we would bring the main defensive force to the second line, and we didn't have time to fall down before we could catch off guard, so we were knocked down.

What's even worse is that the American troops who rushed to the top of the mountain found an ambush, but the American troops who were charging up the slope did not notice it, and still rushed up with a howl of victory. So a team of American troops rushed up, and without exception, a team of troops fell in a pool of blood. The position was soon filled with the corpses of American soldiers, and the smell of blood filled the entire battlefield in an instant.

"Bang!" After I fired the first shot and hit two American soldiers at the same time, I never pulled the trigger again. Because I found that the two American soldiers I had just shot had four or five more bullets on them before they fell.

So I knew that I wasn't needed as a sniper in this situation. On the battlefield, sometimes a 'good' sniper is not as good as a crumbling machine gunner, and I think that's the case now.

The enemy soon realized that something was wrong, and the momentum slowed down, and the American troops who had already rushed to the position were all lying on the ground for cover. But the soldiers didn't spare them like this, Li Baocheng knew very well what to do at this time, just listened to his order, and the soldiers threw rows of hand bullets,"

The soldiers of the Eighth Company are all veterans who are accustomed to fighting, and they all know where to throw the grenade at this time in order to inflict the greatest casualties on the enemy, that is, to drop the grenade at the turning point when the American army enters the surface position. This part is the most crowded position of the US military, and it is also the highest position, even if it does not kill several US troops, the rubble and fly are lifted

After a series of loud firecrackers, the US military was blown up and screamed.

"Kill!" With Li Baocheng's order, the soldiers who had already loaded their rifles with bayonets. As soon as he took off, he jumped out of the hiding place and rushed towards the enemy with the smoke of the grenade *** explosion.

The sound of the blade entering the 'meat' and the scream. Suddenly, there was a loud sound, and the American troops on the front line had not yet reacted from the explosion of the grenade. The fighters had already broken through the smoke and rushed in front of them. One bayonet after another mercilessly pierced the enemy's chest. Blood spurted out of the wound like a fountain."

At this time, I saw another side of the volunteer soldiers, because I was shocked to find that even some of the American soldiers raised their hands and surrendered. Or shout at the soldiers in non-standard Chinese: "I surrender, don't kill me!" But the warriors' bayonets did not hesitate to stab at them.

Not all volunteers treated prisoners preferentially, and the sharp knife units of the volunteers had the habit of not leaving prisoners when they were fighting.

This can't help but remind me of a sentence said by a veteran of the Volunteer Army when describing the battlefield: "Walking in front is the sharp knife platoon, and the sharp knife platoon does not leave prisoners, and all we see on the road behind are corpses."

Eight companies are sharp knives among sharp knives. No prisoners were left. Maybe it's also a habit they've developed for a long time.

But then again, it is indeed not suitable to keep prisoners on Shangganling. What do you keep them? Used to consume the already pitiful amount of food in the tunnel? Or use the 'medicine' that we are already short of? Even if they were able to skip eating or drinking, they would consume the scarce amount of air in the tunnel!

Extraordinary means are necessary to use extraordinary means at extraordinary times, not to mention that I have also killed prisoners before, so I did not stop the soldiers from doing this, so I saw that the soldiers solved the howling American troops on the ground one by one, and then searched for the bullets on their bodies as quickly as possible, and then used their corpses as sandbags, one by one, in front of the position as cover."

Ruthless enough!

The look of indifference on the faces of the warriors as they easily carried the corpses of the enemy and stacked them one by one. I knew they had done a lot of things like this. Maybe they're used to it.

is worthy of being a soldier of the Eighth Company of Steel, ruthless to the enemy, and ruthless to himself!

If they were not ruthless to themselves, how could they have disregarded their own lives and rushed to the enemy's bunkers one after another with explosives, and if they were not ruthless to the enemy, how could they have thought of using the enemy's corpses in this way!

Although I have also been rolling on the battlefield for more than a year. I have seen a lot of corpses and a sea of blood, but this is the first time I have seen such a scene, and I feel a little unnatural in my heart, and I feel that I can't keep up with the pace.

I raised my rifle and ran forward a few steps, trying to poke my head out to see what was going on with the enemy below. But I really can't stand the "trenches" piled up with the corpses of American soldiers under me. "The blood and stench it emitted made my stomach churn, just a few centimeters below my chin. There was a Yankee with a small head, his mouth full of bruises, and his blue eyes, which had lost their brilliance, were wide, and seemed to be looking at me, which made me a little uneasy.

But I still held back the fear and nausea in my heart, tried to ignore everything under me, and poked my head out.

I can't let the warriors underestimate me, or else I want them to obey me. That's also impossible.

At this glance, I can't help but be surprised: in peacetime, the US military's attacks on our army are always one 'wave' after another, and they never stop. They didn't give us any chance to rest, but now, they seemed to be a little afraid to rush up!

Looking at the wall of corpses erected by the soldiers, and then looking at the blank expressions on the faces of the soldiers, I seemed to understand something. It was the murderous aura of the soldiers that shook those Yankees.

Sometimes it's murderous, and you don't need to be hideous. There is no need to roar loudly either. Instead, it is easy to pile up the enemy's corpses in front of them, and put machine guns on them like a common thing, which can make the other party feel more terrifying and chill. That's exactly what the fighters are doing now, and I think that's what they're doing that.

But the U.S. military was not content to be defeated. After grinding at the foot of the mountain for a while, they finally mustered up the courage to rush up again. But this time. But I clearly felt that they were no longer arrogant, and their actions were much more cautious.

"Chief of Staff". At this moment, Li Baocheng came to my side and reported: "There is a situation in the back, it seems that a team of North Korean villagers has come up!" ”

"What? North Korean folks? I couldn't help but be taken aback when I heard this, the cat ran a few steps back, and looked down the mountain through the crack in the stone, and it was really like Li Baocheng said, it was indeed a Korean villager, and there were more than a dozen people. There are men and women! They were followed by five or six volunteer soldiers, who seemed to want to stop them. But those fellows didn't even care about the resistance of the fighters, and they were still one. Fierce towards the mountain"

"What a name! What are they coming up for? ”

"It should be those fellows who don't pay attention to the soldiers. Privately, they brought us food! Li Baocheng answered next to him: "The Korean villagers who transported supplies to our troops have heard about the situation in Shangganling. When I didn't come up in the rear, I saw many fellow villagers volunteering to send us supplies, but Commander Zhang didn't let me, saying that it was too dangerous! They must have sneaked up now! ”

"It's all dead!" I gritted my teeth, turned around and ran to the forward position, and ordered loudly: "Comrades, the North Korean countrymen send us knowledge?!" Let's attract the enemy's sharp force to fight! ” ……

Gunfire soon rang out, and the enemy's tanks and artillery soon opened fire, and the battlefield was lively again.

I ignored the U.S. troops in front of the battlefield, but ran to the rear quickly, looking at the group of civilians coming up from behind. The sound of gunfire in front of them did not scare them away, and they still struggled to climb up. Even if the shells landed on their side, they did not stop them in the slightest.

I hope that everything I do will attract the attention of the enemy, so that they can ignore the inconspicuous civilian group of Americans, but at the same time I know it in my heart. At a time when the U.S. military is determined to block the supply lines in Shangganling, especially during the day, these thoughts of mine can only be a wish, a luxury.

Sure enough, in my helpless eyes, several Mustang fighters swooped down with a roar, and fired wildly at the group of civilians. Then a few more bombs were dropped. The dozen or so North Korean villagers were like destroyed fallen leaves, one by one in a pool of blood. The crimson blood left a stain of blood on their white 'colored' clothes, which was particularly dazzling.

It didn't take a while. Another group of volunteer soldiers rushed out from the rear, with a large number of thirty or forty people. Look at the bags of grain they are carrying. I knew they were logistical commanders who were ready to send us supplies, and they wanted to take advantage of the moment to get through the enemy's blockade.

But it is a pity that the enemy seems to have been prepared for this. There must have been school guns waiting in the sky, and before the soldiers had gone far, pieces of shells fell from the sky and threw them into the sky one by one.

"Small retreat!" I gritted my teeth and said.

"What?" Li Baocheng didn't seem to hear me clearly, so he asked again.

"I said retreat!" I turned to Li Baocheng and yelled, "Let the soldiers all retreat into the tunnel!" ”

"Chief of Staff! That array"

"Do you want to watch the fighters continue to rush up in formations like this?" I interrupted Li Baocheng and said, "Do you still want to watch them die in groups under the enemy's planes and artillery?" Just to bring us food?.

When I said this, Li Baocheng had nothing to say.

The soldiers of the Eighth Company can be ruthless to the enemy or to themselves, but there is no way to be ruthless to their comrades, especially when their comrades-in-arms have to sacrifice because of themselves.

If we hold our positions, the troops in the rear will think that there is still hope for transporting supplies, and they will keep sending troops up, and the casualties will be getting bigger and bigger!

So we can only retreat. It was a reluctant choice, and I knew very well that it was almost impossible to get food up from the rear during the day. The enemy's fighters hovering in the sky didn't even need to be dispatched, they just needed to report to the artillery in the rear where they needed to bomb, and then another bloody *** followed.

The current situation is that unless we can hold our positions all day, until evening, it will be possible to bring supplies from the rear. Otherwise, there is no point in holding on to our positions.

Can we hold our positions all day? The *** we have in our hands is not allowed, although we have captured many enemy *** just now, but at most we can only hold out for another hour or two.

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It was quiet in the tunnel. The 'chaotic' air and oppressive atmosphere made everyone's 'chest' feel like a big stone had been pressed, and they didn't say a word in a dull voice.

I know what the fighters of the Eighth Company are thinking.

They stayed because they didn't want to lose their positions. But in the end, we lost ground. And now you have to nest in this tunnel.

I can understand them too.

The Eighth Company is a unit that has fought hundreds of battles since the founding of the army, and has never lost a single battle. But today, for the first time, I tasted failure. And it was under my orders that he was unwilling to be defeated.

"Chief of Staff! Let's go back in the evening! Li Baocheng 'stood up' in front of me and said, "You give the order!" How do you want us to fight! small

"Comrade Li Baocheng". I sighed and said, "You should understand that our current question is not whether we can restore the surface position, but whether we can get supplies!" With supplies, even if we don't restore the surface position, we can still hold the position in the tunnel. We can also complete the tasks that our superiors 'assign' to us

"But the Chief of Staff." Li Baocheng was not unwilling to say: "Our Eighth Company has never lost a battle, no matter what, this position must not be lost from our hands!" ”

"Do you want to complete the mission or do you want to save face for your eight companies? Is the task 'given' to us by the superior important? Or is the reputation of your eight companies important? "I pushed it up naked.

"This" Li Baocheng took off his hat and sat aside sullenly without speaking.

"Passed" Chief of Staff, passed. At this moment, a communications soldier ran in from outside the tunnel. He yelled excitedly as he ran.

"What are you yelling about?" Instructor Qin stepped forward and stopped him dissatisfiedly: "Whose soldier are you?" Come in and don't shout a report"

Reports. The soldier didn't wait for Instructor Qin to finish his criticism, and happily saluted and hurriedly said, "Report to the chief of staff, we have contacted the regiment headquarters."

"What?" Everyone in the command headquarters was taken aback, and they all looked at the communicator.