The night finally arrived as scheduled. As usual, at night in Shangganling, there was no light of the stars and moon that could penetrate the thick smoke and dust outside, and there was only a dull darkness in the sky that seemed to be pressing overhead. Occasionally, there were a few bright lights, either from an explosion or a flare dropped by the U.S. military.

Although this kind of dark night is not beautiful, it seems to be a beautiful scenery for me who has been waiting for a long time, because its arrival almost declared the defeat of the US military.

The situation was better than I expected, and I thought that it would be difficult for us 70 or so people to hold out until dark, but now, I am glad to see that there are still 30 or so fighters alive in the tunnel enjoying this relaxing moment. Ten more fighters were stationed in their positions. Although we know that most of the U.S. troops will not attack at night, we still can't take it lightly, otherwise it is very likely that the results of the battle will be burned down in the night after paying such a big price during the day.

The soldiers were in a good mood, and although all of them were so tired that their bones were falling apart, and they were all wounded, even me, but everyone had a smile on their faces for the rest of their lives.

Some of them tended their wounds with the help of hygienists, and the tense fighting gave us no time to bandage them; Some are checking the guns in their hands, and they have been firing almost non-stop throughout the day, which has caused many weapons to have 'fault' problems, but because of the serious attrition, the *** in the pit is enough for us to use; More of them, they are swallowing the dry fried noodles one bite at a time. Because of the lack of personnel, we went there every time, so we didn't even have time to eat and drink water on this day, and everyone was hungry and panicked at this time.

I held the fried noodles in my right hand and stuffed it into my mouth, and the hygienist wrapped a few bandages around my left shoulder. During the battle, a piece of shrapnel penetrated my padded coat and embedded in my left shoulder. Luckily, the hygienist told me that if the shrapnel was a few centimeters off, it might have been nailed to the artery in my neck. If that's the case, then for the rudimentary medical conditions in the tunnels, it's basically just waiting for death.

I do feel a little scared when I think about it now, but I didn't feel scared when I was injured. In fact, I don't know when I was injured. On the battlefield all the time, bullets and shells are flying and shells exploding, and it is normal for them to be hit by flying rubble and mud. So I thought I must have thought that the sore spot had been hit by a rock, so I didn't pay much attention to it, until I returned to the pit and sat down, only to find that my back was wet with blood instead of sweat......

"How? It's okay, right?" Qin Dao, who was busy preparing food and water for the soldiers, asked the hygienist while handing me a glass of water.

"Report that the instructor's shrapnel has been taken out, and there is no major problem" The hygienist replied: "Even if you go to the battlefield again, you may be affected a little, the wound will crack, and if it is inflamed, it will be difficult to deal with, and we have no anti-inflammatory 'medicine'."

"Chief of Staff" Hearing this, Instructor Qin said to me in a reproachful tone: "Don't go to the battlefield, there is a command from Company Commander Li, there are still many things waiting for you to deal with in the tunnel......

"Yes, Chief of Staff" Li Baocheng also agreed: "I am in command of you from above...... What else are you worried about......"

When he said this, Li Baocheng was a little weak-hearted, so that when he said the latter words, his voice became weaker and weaker, and his face even turned red. I know the meaning of Li Baocheng's expression, the fact is that if I hadn't commanded from above, I would have been unable to hold on to the present with the hard work of those 70 or so people.

Looking at Li Baocheng's appearance, I couldn't help but feel funny, people in this era are too good at lying, especially these soldiers who are fighting together in life and death around them, whether they are lying, what is the intention of lying, it is all written on the face and can be seen through at a glance

"What's this injury" I smiled: "The things in the tunnel have your Qin commander, and you still need to be ** heart?" ”

"Chief of Staff, telephone" was as we spoke, and the correspondent handed me the walkie-talkie.

"Comrade Cui Wei" came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, the voice of Regiment Commander Zhang: "You have fought very well and successfully completed the tasks 'handed' to you by the party and the people, on behalf of my superiors, I thank you for another hour, and the comrades of the 12th Army will go up in batches to reinforce them.

"Commander Zhang" couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this, and replied without thinking about it: "The 537.7 Heights have not yet been recovered, and the comrades of the 12th Army are not familiar with the terrain, so someone must give them staff officers on this, I suggest that I let me stay......"

"Don't talk about carrying out orders," Regiment Commander Zhang on the other end of the phone said categorically: "'Hand' over the position to the 12th Army, you all withdraw, and leave the matter of recovering the 537.7 heights to the comrades of the 12th Army to consider."

"Yes," I had to 'stand up' when I heard the words.

After handing over the walkie-talkie back to the communicator, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Now I can't go to the battlefield if I want to."

The soldiers did not respond to this, but quietly 'touched' the guns in their hands and silently looked at the surrounding tunnels......

I know what they're thinking, they can't bear to be here, to be reluctant to fight for this 597.9 Heights that they have fought for and shed their blood for. Some people may wonder that the environment here is so poor, there is a lack of medical treatment, corpses are everywhere, it can almost be said to be purgatory on earth, and there are even many soldiers who have died, been injured or left nightmarish memories here, what else is worth our nostalgia?

But just like this, this highland, this tunnel, will become a deep imprint in my mind. The lives of countless of our comrades-in-arms have been left here, because countless touching deeds have happened here, and because every inch of land here is shed with the blood of our volunteer soldiers......

This is also why, when I heard that Regiment Commander Zhang asked us to withdraw just now, my first reaction was to ask to stay. Coming from modern times, I know very well that in the Battle of Shangganling, the restoration of the surface position of the 537.7 Heights is really nothing compared to the 597.9 Heights. There is no danger to defend on the 537.7 heights, so there is no great difficulty in capturing them, the difficulty is only how to face the condescending fire suppression from both sides of the Zhuzi 'Dong' Nanshan and the 537.7 Heights Nanshan. But these also became somewhat insignificant after the US military could not support such a large number of casualties and voluntarily withdrew from the battle.

The reason why I asked for this was because at that moment I suddenly felt that I couldn't leave the 597.9 Heights, and it felt like I was going to 'hand' over the child I was defending with my life to someone else. It feels ridiculous, because every day on Shangganling, I almost think about when I will leave, and I am waiting for someone to replace us. But when it really came to this moment, my heart was full of reluctance and sadness......

I think that at this moment, the feelings of the soldiers are similar to mine, because there is silence in the tunnel, and the soldiers are silent, only the cannon outside the position still rumbles one after another.

After a long time for the "Chief of Staff", Miao Huaizhi said sullenly: "Let's go back like this?" Just 'handed' the position to someone else? ”

"And what do you want?" Li Baocheng replied with a blank expression: "With just the dozens of us, can we hold the position?" Can I 'give' it to someone else? ”

There was silence in the tunnel again, and everyone clutched their guns and kept silent.

"All of them" After a while I stood up and said, "Prepare for battle, ready to receive reinforcements and complete the last task 'handed' to us by our superiors"

"Yes," the warriors answered, and in an instant they were all busy. Some prepared ***, some were ready to look for flashlights, and some moved out a few bags of flour...... This method seems to have become a common practice since the last time I used flour to guide reinforcements.

It can be seen that the fighters do not have a lot of enthusiasm for this task, and a big reason is that this task is not difficult for us. The surface position is in our hands, which means that the US forces cannot use machine gun fire to prevent us from receiving reinforcements as before. All they could do was to block the 'firing' with artillery fire, but this was a difficulty for the reinforcements, and we only had to wait near the mouth of the tunnel on the anticline to show them the way when the reinforcements came up. Anyway, this is still necessary, and without our guidance, it will be difficult for reinforcements who are not familiar with the terrain to find the mouth of the tunnel in this invisible darkness, unless they carry out a carpet search.

However, it is clear that there is no danger in this task, so I don't pay much attention to it, and I only have a kind of loneliness in my heart for the old one, and I just wait to complete this task casually and then withdraw to the rear.

But what I didn't expect was that things were far from being as simple as I thought they would, and not as easy as the fighters thought......

"Bang bang ......" Just as the soldiers gathered at the mouth of the tunnel, looking at the dark void outside the tunnel, several gunshots suddenly rang out from the position, these gunshots seemed so insignificant in the roar of the shells, but they still aroused the alarm of me and the soldiers. This may be the innate sensitivity of veterans, and we can always sense danger at the moment when the enemy arrives.

Li Baocheng and I looked at each other, and both of us noticed the surprise in each other's eyes. Could it be that those Yankees are still going to launch night attacks on us?

But even though we sensed movement on the position, we didn't rush out immediately. Because we all know that there are only about forty of us now, and we can't just pull all of them into battle without knowing the situation. That would put us and the positions and even the reinforcements in danger.

So we waited quietly at the mouth of the tunnel, waiting......

"Bang bang ......" was another few gunshots, this time more clearly, and I was even sure it was the sound of an American carbine. Then came the sound of a flurry of machine guns and submachine guns.

Suddenly, a wounded volunteer soldier stumbled in, and we hurriedly helped him in

"How? What's the situation? "At this moment, the first thing I asked was not about his injuries, but about the situation on the battlefield.

This may seem tragic, but focusing on the overall situation is always an immutable law on the battlefield. If we ask about the injuries first, there is a good chance that the fighter will take his last breath without rushing to report the situation, and we will suffer more casualties.

"The enemy ......" the fighter reported intermittently, "the enemy is coming, they, they can see ......"

Hearing this, I was like an electric shock, and I was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. The soldier's voice grew weaker and weaker, and finally he was completely drowned out by the sound of gunfire outside. But it didn't matter anymore, because I understood what he was trying to say.

Li Baocheng shook him anxiously and asked loudly: "Comrade, comrade, you make it clear, what can you see?" ”

"Don't ask, I know," I tightened my rifle and said, "The American devils came up with night vision devices, they could see us"

Night vision devices, I should have thought that the US military would use night vision devices here. The 187th Airborne Regiment was a paratrooper unit, and their usual weapon was a carbine. Moreover, for this 'elite' unit, since the US military can equip them with the most advanced body armor of this era, it can naturally equip them with night vision devices. And I, on the other hand, naively thought that I would be safe as long as it was night......

"Night vision device" Hearing this, Li Baocheng and the soldiers were all stunned.

In the past, the soldiers might not know what this thing was, but after I forcibly seized a batch of carbines with night vision devices from the US military a few months ago, the news that the US military had this thing in their hands spread throughout the volunteer army. So the fighters have also heard about the night vision device and its functions.

But I've heard it, and it's the first time they've encountered this thing, and they don't know what to do when they are stunned.

"Chief of Staff" Li Baocheng asked: "The night vision device you are talking about, is the Yankees able to see us at night?" ”

"What are you waiting for?" Without waiting for me to answer, Miao Huaizhi shouted as soon as he '' the rifle in his hand: "The comrades on the battlefield are fighting with the American devils, no matter what kind of night vision device he has, let's talk about it when he kills it."

"You can't just go up like this" I grabbed Miao Huaizhi and ordered loudly: "Quick, bring flares"

"Yes," the two soldiers answered, and without saying a word, they ran towards the tunnel.

After a while, we came out with two boxes of flares and 'firing' devices, and we were stationed on the 597.9 height, in order to guard against the enemy's night attack, flares were an indispensable weapon, although most of the time they were used by the US military, but we also had a lot of them in our tunnels. In peacetime, because most of the time our army 'touches' the dark to attack the enemy's position, it is rarely used, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

"Get on the bayonet," I ordered, loading my rifle with bayonets, and commanded the two fighters holding the flares: "You two are responsible for firing flares at the top of the hill, and you can't stop for a moment, do you understand?"

"Understood," the two fighters answered, and immediately crawled out of the mouth of the tunnel, ready to fire 'fire' flares.

As soon as I gave the order, two flares rose into the sky, and the entire position was immediately shrouded in a pale and blinding light.

"Kill," I shouted, raised my rifle and rushed out of the mouth of the tunnel.

The hilltop position was full of human figures, and in the dazzling light and white smoke, the people above could be vaguely seen scuffling. Obviously, the U.S. military has rushed to our army's position with night vision devices, and is 'melee' with the volunteer soldiers guarding it at this time.

Although I know that most of them are American troops and enemies, there are only 10 volunteer soldiers on our positions. But I still didn't dare to shoot, because in the light and smoke, it was impossible to distinguish which were the enemy and which were my own. But I soon found that there was no need to distinguish anymore.

With a thud and a burst of fire, the scufflers flew in all directions as if they had been thrown away by a giant, and then there was another roar on the ground......

"Kill" I led the soldiers to rush towards the position as fast as possible. Not far from the top of the mountain, the soldiers divided into several roads and ran towards different positions.

We knew very well in our hearts that if we were a second late, even if it was only a second, the enemy would most likely take our position first, and their follow-up troops would come up in a steady stream, and it would be almost a fool's dream to rely on the fact that a few of us still wanted to hold our position.

Our only chance now is to take advantage of the moment when the fighters pull off their grenades and end up with the enemy, and keep the enemy under the position

But obviously, the Yankees are not fools, they also know very well that this time is the key to victory or defeat, and they also know how to seize the position and seize the commanding heights as quickly as possible, so when I rushed to the top of the hill with my soldiers, I reluctantly found that a large number of American troops had appeared at the front of the position.

Seeing this, my heart couldn't help but sink, the secret path was still a step too late after all, and the position couldn't be held. But at this time, we have no way to retreat, because at this time, retreating, except for being chased and killed by the US troops all the way behind, there seems to be no other ending.

So I didn't stop at the next step, still shouting and rushing towards the enemy. The fighters did not stop, they followed me closely, they did not lag behind, and not one of them was left behind

"Grenade" shouted at me, while holding a gun in one hand and 'touching' the grenade bag on his waist with the other, 'pulling' a grenade out of his mouth, biting the string, and throwing it hard in the direction of the enemy before falling to the ground. The fighters also tacitly 'drawn' their grenades and threw them at the enemy.

"Boom Boom ......" With a series of roars, the US troops who had just rushed to the position were blown into the sky before they could gain a firm foothold.

As soon as the sound passed, I jumped up from the ground with my warriors and rushed towards the hordes of enemies with bayonets.

In this direction, there were less than ten fighters following me. I don't know what kind of tragedy it was to rush towards the dense American army with less than ten troops, because I was one of them at the time, and I couldn't see it......

At that moment, there was only one thought in my mind: I spelled V