Chapter 2: Retreat

"Boom ......"

At dawn that morning, less than two days before the end of the first battle, the United Nations forces, who had been forced to retreat south of the Cheongchon River, launched an attack unwilling to fail.

In front of us is the Eighth Army, the so-called Eighth Army, which is a group army that mixes the main forces of the South Korean 1st Division, the British 27th Brigade, the US 24th Division, the US 2nd Division, and the South Korean 7th and 8th Divisions. Of course, as usual, this time it was the South Korean Army that took the lead.

Shells exploded in all directions, planes screamed overhead, trees clattered and fell, snow and sawdust and debris poured in from all directions, and the shaking earth made me feel like I was in the ocean, and the sand and rocks around me were like sea water that would drown me at any moment.

If the bombardment of the South Korean army can be described as deafening, then the Yankee's heavy artillery can be described as silent, because we are already deaf when we are bombarded by this artillery.

I didn't pay attention to it when I first started firing, and I didn't think to cover my ears with my hands, and when I was hit by a piece of artillery fire, my ears buzzed and I couldn't hear anything. I can't help but think of when I set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year when I was a child, a firecracker exploded in my ear, which made my ears buzz for more than ten minutes, but I am afraid that this time it will not be so easy.

The Yankees' artillery was really powerful, but fortunately they didn't find out where the target was, and they just used those heavy artillery to shoot indiscriminately at places where there were trees and could hide people, so the losses of the volunteers were not large.

Before the sound of the "Tutu ......" artillery stopped, I could see from a distance that hundreds of troop transports on the Qingchuan River were heading towards this side, and the originally calm surface of the Qingchuan River suddenly became lively.

Farther away, on the bridge over the Qingchuan River, you could vaguely see groups of enemy cars, tanks, and armored vehicles lining up in a long line towards this side.

This was MacArthur's Christmas offensive, and I couldn't help but smile in my heart. During the first campaign, MacArthur, the commander-in-chief of the United Nations, announced that he would end the war by Thanksgiving, but China's entry into the war made this impossible, because Thanksgiving is only fifteen days away. So MacArthur launched the Christmas Offensive with the words that he wanted to end the war before Christmas.

In a sense, I still very much hope that MacArthur will be the commander-in-chief of the United Nations, because his blind optimism and arrogance are one of the reasons why the volunteers have achieved great results in the previous battles, so his dismissal cannot but be said to be a loss for the volunteers!

"The Chinese have at most 30,000 regular troops and 30,000 volunteers, and they are not an insultable force."

MacArthur said this after the end of the first battle, and what he did not expect was that at this time, North Korea was lurking with nine armies of 400,000 or 500,000 volunteers waiting for him.

With the sudden sound of motors, troop carriers came ashore with groups of South Korean soldiers. Obviously, the South Korean soldiers were not as optimistic as MacArthur, perhaps because they were afraid of being beaten, or perhaps because they were born with a fear of the Chinese army, and they did not dare to go half a step further after they went ashore, until one troop transport ship after another sent the soldiers ashore, and they mustered up the courage to touch our hiding place.

Their task was to ensure that there were no ambushes in the woods on both sides of the road, so that their large army could pass safely through the road at the foot of the mountain.

The strange screams of the planes gradually faded away, and the sound of artillery disappeared without a trace as the South Korean troops advanced. I crawled out of the muddy mound, rubbed my aching ears with my hands, and turned my head to see that my comrades-in-arms around me were all about the same, obviously with a little wooden expression.

This damn Yankee, why is he so ruthless when he starts a cannon! Not to mention being killed and injured by these huge cannons, this sound is unbearable, no wonder many volunteer soldiers who were injured and returned home are deaf. At this time, I really hope that it is the Yankees who come up, so that I can take a few shots to relieve my hatred.

At this time, I suddenly felt someone next to me stabbing me a few times, and I turned my head to see that it was the old squad leader, and he compared my gun to signal me to prepare for battle, which made me realize that the company commander had given the order to prepare for battle just now.

I silently picked up the rifle in my hand, and the whole world seemed different because I couldn't hear a sound. All this in front of me is like watching a silent movie, weird and helpless.

With a few soft sounds, a large number of enemies fell in front of me, which made me realize that I had missed the order to "fire" again, and at the same time a hanging heart finally let go - I could still hear the sound, I was not deaf!

With a joy in his heart, he picked up the rifle in his hand and ......fired a few shots, and sure enough, he could really hear it, and the sound seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Hey! Just now I just listened to the sound, where did the bullets go?

But it doesn't matter, anyway, the South Korean soldiers retreated before they hit twice, and I didn't care about these two shots if I had more or less. This is not! Before I could shoot again, they swarmed again.

"Retreat!"

Ha...... Now that I finally heard the company commander's order, I grabbed my gun and equipment and ran behind me.

"What? Why do you want to retreat? Although Huzi, who was following him, said that he couldn't help but run with the troops because of the military order, he was full of unwillingness.

"That's it!" Liu Mingquan was also depressed: "The soldiers exchanged their blood and lives for the position, let's lose it after two shots like this?" How can we go back and face other comrades! ”

"Go, go!" The old squad leader whispered on the side: "Don't talk nonsense, obey orders!" ”

"Company Commander, Company Commander!" Zhao Yongxin hurried a few steps, caught up with Zhang Shuguo, who was running in front, and said, "What do you mean by retreating?" As far as the morality of the reactionaries is concerned, the superiors still don't believe that our regiment can hold it! Flattened our group? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Zhang Shuguo was also angry: "It's an order from the head of the regiment, there is a kind of you looking for the head of the regiment!" ”

"This ......" Zhao Yongxin was speechless for a while.

What's going on? I don't know how to describe this group of people in such a state of outrage over an order to retreat. To tell you the truth, I'm a little tired of fighting for the past few days, and I can only be happy when I hear the order to retreat just now, and that may be the order I am most willing and willing to obey! But they ......

And looking at their appearance, the sincerity on their faces, the firmness and anger in their tones, it is impossible to pretend. They are a group of real soldiers who would rather shed blood and sacrifice than be looked down upon and looked down upon!

"I, I know why!" Thinking of this, I can't help but want to tell them the truth. provoked everyone, including Company Commander Zhang, to look at me.