Chapter 157: Casualties

The position was filled with smoke and fire, and the enemy rushed up again and again with a roar, and was beaten down by us again and again.

The attack of the 187th Airborne Division was fierce. At first, they always carried out tentative attacks in small units of squad and platoon, and after finding out the strength and firepower of our troops, they launched a company- and battalion-sized attack under the cover of dense barrage 'shooting'. The attack formation was first composed of experienced veterans, in the middle was a fireteam composed of firearms such as heavy machine guns and recoilless guns, and finally a second-echelon group. The first 'wave' attack was unsuccessful, and soon retreated halfway up the mountain, and the second echelon followed closely to launch a charge.

Their kind of attacks with clear levels and strong continuous 'nature' made the volunteer soldiers guarding the forward positions not in a hurry to rotate at all. Because we are afraid that once the American troops launch a charge just in time for our rotation, the large groups of American troops below will occupy our positions in one fell swoop.

This situation made the soldiers on the hilltop position face a very serious situation, that is, only the soldiers in the tunnel were replenished, but no one withdrew to rest. The warriors only know how to fight, fight, and fight! Unless it's death, there's no way to stop.

It's like the slogan that the fighters often say: "Life never stops, fight never stops!" ”。 Originally, I thought that this sentence was just a kind of 'spirit' god level, but I didn't expect to get a testimony at the cost of my life at this moment, on this Shangganling.

"Bang bang bang......" I mechanically pulled the trigger and kept 'shooting' the American troops who were 'sticking' up in the smoke and rushing upwards.

Although it is daytime and the smoke emitted by the US smoke bombs is gradually dissipating, the visibility on the battlefield is still very low, and the US troops dozens of meters away can only faintly see a little figure.

But that was enough for me, and I could tell from their vague silhouette that they were in the head. Then the rifle in his hand did not hesitate to 'shoot' a round of bullets, almost without missing a bullet, knocking down the American troops one by one in front of the position.

In fact, on the battlefield, hitting an American soldier in the head is no different from hitting the enemy's body. Even after being wounded, the volunteers would still insist on fighting on the position, and even after being wounded twice or three times, they still refused to get off the battlefield until they finally died. But the US military is different, for them, as long as they are wounded, even a little wounded, they have every reason to temporarily withdraw from their positions. The U.S. military values life, and they also believe that if they are injured and go to the battlefield, they will not only fail to exert their due combat effectiveness, but may also drag down the entire force.

So at this moment, as long as my bullet can hit the Yankee, wherever it is, it is decided that he will withdraw from the battlefield, at least for the time being, and will no longer pose a threat to us.

But I singled out the heads of the U.S. military in order to let them know that I existed.

A true sniper is not about the number of enemies he can kill, but about whether he can scare the enemy from attacking. For such a group attack of the enemy, I believe that even the most powerful sniper will not be able to kill as many enemies as an ordinary machine gunner. So I felt I had to play another role......

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a running American soldier was stunned, and before he could even scream, he was shot in the head and collapsed to the ground.

I believe he was a veteran of combat experience, who was nimble in moving from crater to crater, and who jumped out of the crater and ran in a completely irregular direction, sometimes staying in the crater for only a few seconds, sometimes for several minutes.

I couldn't hold my gun up and wait for him in the crater where he was hiding, because there were other American troops rushing up in front of the position, and if I did, it would be like giving up a forest for a tree.

So I didn't do it, I had to compete with him for speed, for reaction! While I shot and killed the other American troops who rushed up, I used the corner of my eye to pay partial attention to the crater where he was hiding. As soon as he jumped out of the crater, I quickly shifted the muzzle of the gun in his direction......

I managed to knock him to the ground a second before he was about to pounce on another crater.

It turned out that I had won, but I knew that I had a stake in winning, because I only had to wait a second for him to successfully dodge in the crater and throw a grenade at our position!

"Bang! Bang! Two more gunshots rang out, and two American soldiers, one behind the other, carrying stretchers, flashed a faint bloody light on their heads, and then both rolled towards the foot of the mountain. The stretcher lost its support and fell heavily to the ground, causing the American soldier on the stretcher to hold his feet and howl loudly.

They were medics and they shouldn't have died. This was made possible by the steep incline on Heights 597.9, which caused most wounded American troops to roll down some distance. As a result, the medical staff did not need to be close to the forward position to rescue many wounded. They were a full seventy meters away from where I was, and at this distance, I had no way of finding them in the smoke.

Unfortunately, I vaguely saw two red 'tens' in the scope......

An enemy is an enemy, whether he is a medic or not. And I know that the U.S. medics on the battlefield are also men, and they are also combatants with guns. So I pulled the trigger without thinking!

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and another bloody 'flower' burst out of the smoke, making me realize that this shot didn't miss either. Of course, I don't dare to guarantee that this bullet will hit the head of the enemy, because I have no one who saw him at all.

I can't see him, and he can't see me, that's pretty straightforward.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he took it lightly and did not pay attention to concealment, which is also the reason why he died. The bayonet he raised high, the flames of the Molotov cocktail glistening in the smoke, it was hard to let me know where he was!

After I had fired three magazines, I knew that I had succeeded in letting the U.S. military know of my existence. Because their offensive has slowed down significantly, and they have become step-by-step and cautious! This relieved the other fighters on Position Nine, and the sound of gunfire and grenade explosions drowned out.

But on the other hand, the battle is still in full swing. Especially the No. 10 position, I couldn't help but be startled when I saw it. Perhaps because of the death of the observation post, the soldiers in the tunnel did not rush to replenish it, and only two wounded fighters were stationed on the tenth position in the smoke of gunfire.

The soldier hit the submachine gun with a "da-da-......" sound, and the grenades kept dropping one by one, but the US troops still attacked in groups like ants, and the situation was very critical!

Position 10 cannot be lost, it is our link to the position of the main peak of the 3rd, if it is captured by the enemy and stands firm, then our position on the top of the hill is tantamount to being divided in two by the enemy, so that we cannot reinforce each other. At that time, I am afraid that the entire position will be broken by the enemy.

Send someone to reinforce it? I looked around me, and there were only five or six fighters, and the rest of the positions were similar. The area of each position on the top of the hill is not large, and there are naturally not many people stationed there. If these few people were also sent over for reinforcements, it would be tantamount to tearing down the east wall and making up for the west wall. It is very likely that he saved the tenth position, but lost his own position!

In a hurry, I grabbed a soldier next to me and ordered: "Immediately notify the soldiers in the pit to replenish the troops!" Position 10 is going to be lost! ”

"Yes!" The fighter grabbed his rifle and ran, but was soon called back by me.

Gritting my teeth, I gave an order to the soldier: "Inform the mortar men to get ready, target the No. 10 position, and order Li Baocheng's company commander *** No. 10 position!" ”

"What?" The soldier couldn't help but be stunned: "Chief of Staff, the position hasn't been lost yet, has it?" What are we? ”

"Execute the order!" I yelled at the warrior almost hysterically.

"Yes!" The warrior glanced at the two fighters who were holding position ten, turned and ran towards the tunnel.

There is no hurry to inform the soldiers in the tunnel that there is no hurry to replenish their troops, and I know this very well. Although the position at the top of the hill was not far from the tunnel, the soldier ran into the tunnel to inform him that the time for the soldiers to go to the position would take seven or eight minutes at least. On the No. 10 position, the U.S. troops were slowly 'pressing' forward like a 'tide', and the two soldiers obviously couldn't hold it for so long.

"Bang bang ......" I turned my crosshair to position 10 and pulled the trigger again and again, hoping to slow down the speed of the American rush up slightly. But it was all in vain......

Under my helpless eyes, more than a dozen American soldiers cheered and rushed to the tenth position, and pierced the bayonets in their hands deep into the bodies of the two soldiers guarding the position, and the bright red on the bayonets stung my eyes in an instant......

At this time, the group of American troops who were "up" with bayonets suddenly became "chaotic", and they all jumped out of the position in a panic when they had just rushed in. Just as I was feeling strange, a loud noise was heard, and a huge cloud of gunsmoke and fire rose from the tenth position. The group of U.S. troops was also swept away in all directions with that explosion!

It was those two fighters, and I quickly realized this, who pulled the explosive 'powder' bag at the last moment of their sacrifice...... The result of this is that the first thing is that the US army cannot get the *** on the tenth position, and more importantly, it blew up all the fortifications on the position, so that the US army cannot defend!

However, if you can hold on to the position until the last moment, like them, watch the groups of American troops rushing up with bayonets and not retreat, and even wait for the enemy to rush into the position and pierce them with bayonets, then the explosives 'drug' bag will be pulled! I didn't know how much courage and perseverance it would take, because I thought I couldn't do it......

As soon as the explosives bag sounded, although it blew up the US troops who had just rushed up, it was to tell the United States that there were no longer any living people on this position. The 187th Airborne Regiment was not an idle person, and where would it let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so it ignored those comrades-in-arms who were blown to pieces, and rushed to the No. 10 position with a bayonet coax!

But just when they rushed to the position, before they could react, the mortars on the anti-slope of our army smashed their heads and smashed them in a 'chaotic' manner, only to cause them to fly into the air one by one, and then split into several pieces and fell down heavily. But these American troops are also the bones, and they still refuse to retreat in this situation.

Maybe they knew that this position was really hard to come by, or maybe they knew very well that once they gave up this position like this, if they wanted to take it back, they would definitely have to pay more casualties. Therefore, no matter how many people were bombed by mortars and flew around, they still gritted their teeth and stubbornly held their positions. Those who were already in the position looked everywhere for concealment, and set up machine guns on the positions in the face of artillery fire. Those who have not yet rushed to the position are rushing into this gap like a flood of bursting embankments with all kinds of weapons! At the same time, the U.S. troops in other positions also tacitly launched a charge against our positions, even the U.S. troops in front of me were no exception......

The 187th Airborne Regiment was really powerful, and in the face of the US troops who were not afraid of death, I secretly cursed in my heart while pulling the trigger: The No. 10 position has already been broken through by them, and if they continue to fight like this, a large number of American troops will soon move behind us from the No. 10 position, and the results of the battle will be rapidly expanded by attacking from both sides.

Fortunately, I had prepared for this in advance, otherwise I would have had no choice but to drag the soldiers back to the pit now!

"Kill!" Just when the U.S. army had not yet gained a firm foothold in the position, Li Baocheng rushed up with dozens of fighters following the mortar impact point, and it was a row of grenades that slashed at the No. 10 position!

Position 10 was flanked by positions 3 and 9, and the fighters in these two positions tended to point their guns at the enemy at position 10 in the slightest interval between repelling a frontal charge. This also made the U.S. troops on the No. 10 position focus all their attention on both sides, plus they were blown up by the mortars overhead, who would have thought that Li Baocheng's surprise soldiers would suddenly be killed in the front. One was not careful, so Li Baocheng and the others ran close and threw rows of grenades. Hearing the sound of "booming...... "booming" and a thick smoke of gunpowder rose again from the No. 10 position, and although the dozen or so American soldiers escaped the mortar bombardment, they all died in the explosion of the grenades without exception.

Li Baocheng and the others continued to impulse, and the soldiers in front of them threw out the grenades and lay down, and after the explosion, the soldiers in the back grabbed up and threw out a row of grenades again. The grenade barrage was like a monster with long legs, stepping towards the enemy step by step, smashing the follow-up troops of the US army back.

When the fighters put the machine guns on the tenth position again, I was relieved that the gap was finally filled in time!

"Chief of Staff!" Li Baocheng pounced and lay down beside me, picked up the submachine gun in his hand and shot at the enemy, and asked, "Are you not injured?" ”

"How did you do that!" I asked unceremoniously: "I didn't find out that the observation posts were all sacrificed, and I didn't know that the No. 10 position was fought without anyone, and I almost lost the position, do you know?" ”

"Chief of Staff!" Li Baocheng said with a look of shame: "It's not that the observation post didn't inform us of the news, it's that Company Commander Chen's people are all gone, and Company Commander Chen has also died." I won't be able to find anyone to add to it for a while, and we're far away from their pit in the eighth company, so that's why we ......"

Listening to Li Baocheng's words, I couldn't help but be silent, and I kept thinking about the war, but I didn't expect that the casualties of the troops had far exceeded my imagination. I couldn't help but look up at the sky, it seemed that it was just past noon, if this continued, I really don't know if the soldiers on the 597.9 heights would be able to survive the evening when reinforcements came.

The pressure suddenly lightened, and the sound of gunfire slowly thinned out. Li Baocheng poked his head out of the trench and looked, turned around and reported to me: "Chief of Staff, the enemy has retreated!" ”

"Withdraw to the pit!" I dropped a word and turned around and ran towards the pit.

"How many people are left who can fight?" These were the first things I said when I returned to command, and they were my biggest concerns and worries.

"Including the fighters who have just withdrawn from the position, there are still one hundred and thirty-five people in total!" Instructor Qin reported helplessly: "These people also include lightly wounded, cooks, and communication soldiers......

I took out my pocket watch and looked at the time, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, it was only twelve o'clock now, and it was only more than two hours before the US army started! More than 200 people were killed and wounded in more than two hours, and at this rate, we will not be able to hold out until it gets dark!

But what can be done about it? The battle must be fought, there will definitely be casualties, and during this day, our army reinforcements can't come up at all, seeing that this person is fighting less and less, I am not a magician who can conjure a lot of living people!

Originally, I thought that more than 300 people would be enough to hold on to the 597.9 heights for a day, but now it seems that this idea is very wrong.

The duel with the 187th Airborne Regiment of the US Army cannot be estimated by the speed of casualties during the 'engagement' with the puppet army.

It's not that I didn't think of this before, but I didn't expect that the casualties would increase exponentially. I think a large part of this is due to the fact that most of the volunteer soldiers are new recruits! Although the recruits are brave and fight well, after all, they lack combat experience, and they are far from the veterans in terms of cooperation and self-preservation, so it is normal for them to suffer heavy casualties.

Now what? I couldn't help but frown.

Seeing that the troops of the 12th Army were more than a thousand meters away from us, as long as we could hold out until night, they would lose us a group of experienced veterans. Are we just falling short?