Chapter 40: 299 The Battle of the Highlands (14)

Ten minutes later, I threw the last stone, and I had to grab the rifle with the bayonet at my side, and the soldiers were ready before I could give the order.

Holding the cold rifle in my hand, my heart was also tense. A few of us might have been able to stab a few of the enemy, but the enemy behind had more time to knock us to the ground with their submachine guns when we rushed up again, and I could almost see a few of us being fired indiscriminately by the enemy with submachine guns......

"Platoon Commander Cui!" Seeing that she was about to charge, Jin Qiulian leaned over at this time and whispered to me, "Do you want a daughter-in-law in your next life?" Then I'll do more evil in my life! ”

Before I could react, I picked up my rifle and was about to rush forward, but then the cannon suddenly rang out, and she was pulled back by me in a daze.

The U.S. troops were just a few meters away in front of us, and it stands to reason that the Yankees shouldn't have fired artillery, because after all, we only have seven people and the enemy has hundreds of people.

If it is not the Yankees who are firing artillery, it is the volunteers who are firing artillery, and the logistics of the volunteers are extremely difficult, and the shells that are often transported for more than ten days are only enough to fight for a few minutes, so the volunteers generally do not fire artillery unless they have to. That is to say......

"Our large forces have arrived and the counteroffensive has begun!"

When I said to everyone, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in my heart, and I picked up another life!

When I poked my head out, I saw that the Yankees in front of the position were already running back with their heads in the midst of artillery fire, and occasionally a shell would lift several Yankees into the air.

"Well played! Well played! ”

"Fight a little longer!"

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The volunteers were fed up with the suffering of these Yankee cannons, and when they saw their own artillery blowing up the American troops, they were relieved......

However, the logistical supply of the Volunteer Army was seriously insufficient, and almost every time a shell was transported, several Volunteer soldiers starved because they could not get enough food, so the cannon did not go off in a few minutes. Instead, there were charging trumpets and shouts of killing all over the hills, and the comrades-in-arms who were originally behind us also jumped out of the fortifications and killed the American troops, and gunshots and explosions soon rang out in front.

Originally, I also wanted to rush forward, but the collapsed nerves suddenly relaxed, but at this time, I couldn't exert half of my strength, and sat down in the trench at once, and saw that my comrades-in-arms were all about the same, all of them sat paralyzed and couldn't move if they wanted to, but they still had a victory smile on their faces.

"Comrades, go down the mountain!" After resting on the hill for a while, I threw away the broken gun that had no bullets in my hand and said weakly: "Comrades, now is not the time to rest, let's go down the mountain first to pick up a few good guns and bullets." ”

"Platoon Commander Cui is right!" The old squad leader responded: "Although the troops are disciplined and the captured loot must be handed over, our guns are all smashed, and we can't wait until the guns are fired, so we can't let us all go to the battlefield empty-handed!" ”

"That's right! Pick up the gun and go to ......" Everyone was energetic when they heard this, and they mustered up the last bit of strength and walked slowly down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there were volunteer soldiers running forward, and when they passed in front of us, they all looked at us with admiration for a while, and I think it was because we had resisted the enemy's attack to win their respect.

But how long this section of the road is, on this short 100-meter hillside, there are more than 100 volunteer soldiers, more than 300 American soldiers, and our feet are soft and full of corpses. Because they were turned over several times by the American artillery, most of the corpses could not recognize their original owners.

The crowd walked down with each other's arms, moving very slowly, and no one spoke. I don't know what they're thinking, what I'm thinking in my head is that Company Commander Zhang is rescuing me, I'm killing two devils here, and Platoon Commander Liu is sacrificing here......

In this short stretch of hillside, almost every inch of land condenses my painful and cruel memories, killing and being killed, living and dying, almost every second of fighting for my own survival!

To tell the truth, during the battle, I didn't think of being so great, I thought of the motherland, I thought of the people, I only thought of those comrades-in-arms who sacrificed, I thought of Company Commander Zhang who sacrificed to save me, and I only thought of how to live......

When everyone walked down the hill, they all looked back at the small hill where we had fought, and its surface was covered with corpses, which at first glance looked like they had been piled up with corpses.

After a long time, we turned around and focused on the guns scattered all over the ground, Huzi picked up a handful and fiddled with it and quickly lost it, and said with a sigh: "This place has also been blown up by cannons, and the barrels of the guns are bent, go to the front to find ......"

Walk around the corner of the highway and look, hey! It was a spectacular scene, and the cars, artillery, and tanks that the Yankees had abandoned were all blocked by us on this stretch of road. The U.S. military had long since abandoned these heavy equipment and fled from the mountain road, leaving only corpses, documents, papers, and photographs all over the ground......

I rummaged through a few bodies, picked up an M1 rifle, an M1911 pistol, and a couple of grenades, and shoved rifle bullets into the bullet bag. The days without bullets were terrifying, and I was still scared until now, and now it seems that only picking up more bullets can give me more security.

It's still an M1 rifle, with a long range, reliability, and power......

At this time, I suddenly saw an M1 with a scope standing diagonally in a jeep, and I hurriedly threw away the gun in my hand and snatched it in my hand.

"What kind of gun, what is this? Still with a small mirror? "When the people saw that my gun was strange, they gathered around me.

"Sniper rifles!"

I looked around through the scope, the magnification was about two or three times, it should be the M1C developed by the US military at the end of World War II to deal with small Japanese snipers, strictly speaking, this is not a sniper rifle in the actual sense, just pick out some good ones in the M1 rifle, add 2.5x scope, muzzle flame suppressor, cheek pads and other special accessories, even the bullet is an ordinary rifle bullet.

But even so, I don't know how many times better this rifle will be than a normal rifle, and I can't put it down and fiddle with it.

Huzi touched his head enviously, and without saying a word, he got into the jeep and rummaged around, as if he wanted to turn over something good. After a while, there was a sudden noise, and I quickly realized that it was Huzi who had inadvertently turned on the switch of a radio. At this time, a song came out of the radio and stunned all the Chinese soldiers present.

The radio came in a very standard Chinese dialect: "This is the Central People's Radio, and now the national anthem of the People's Republic of China is broadcast." ”

The volunteers, who have been fighting for life and death since they left the country, with mottled faces, bloodstains, and ragged clothes, stand around this radio, standing on the highway surrounded by gunpowder, motionless—

"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves!

Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!

The Chinese nation has reached the most dangerous time, and everyone is forced to let out the last roar!

Get up! Get up! Get up!

We are all united, braving the enemy's artillery fire, and marching!

Braving enemy fire, advance! Advance!!

Moving Forward !! ”

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I would like to pay tribute to the heroes of the 335th Regiment of the 38th Army who fought on Songgu Peak in the Battle of the 299th Heights, which successfully resisted the attack of thousands of American troops from both sides when they ran out of ammunition, and blocked the American deserters until the arrival of the large force. In the end, they were left with only seven men, but they managed to hold their positions and performed miracles.

At the end of the second battle, our army basically annihilated the 7th and 8th divisions of South Korea, annihilated most of the Turkish brigade, and dealt annihilating blows to the 2nd and 7th US divisions and the 1st Marine Division, annihilating the 25th US Division and the 1st Cavalry Division, destroying more than 36,000 enemies (including more than 24,000 US troops), and our army suffered more than 30,700 casualties, with a casualty ratio of 1:0.85. Eighteen enemy planes were captured, shot down and damaged, and more than 200 tanks and armored vehicles, more than 1,100 artillery pieces of various types, and more than 3,300 automobiles were captured and destroyed.