With the soft sound of a small horn, three fighters with telephone lines on their backs came from three. The pit came out at the same time, running in three different directions: left, center, and right.

The purpose of this is to 'confuse' and 'confuse' the enemy's sight and distract their firepower. Except for the calf in front of them, the other two were not telephone soldiers, they only played the role of covering the calf. Of course, I also told them the information that I had already thought of to pass on to Regiment Commander Zhang, and if they were really lucky enough to return to Wusheng Mountain, it would also play a role.

But I know for myself that this idea would only be an extravagant hope.

Before, Regiment Commander Zhang sent two reconnaissance platoons because he wanted to contact us, but without exception, they were all beaten on the road. There were hundreds of people in two platoons, and not one of them made it into our tunnel alive. Besides, now there are only three of us going out."

"Rib Ye!" As soon as the three fighters moved, they quickly attracted the attention of the American troops guarding outside, and with a shout, the machine guns fired a barrage of bullets, followed by a series of mortar shells that followed the soldiers all the way to the explosion.

All three warriors were veterans, and they all knew that listening to the sound and seeing the situation concealed their figures. Sometimes they jumped up from the ground like rabbits and ran wildly, and sometimes they suddenly jumped into the crater and did not move. Coupled with the fact that they were moving in three different directions, the Yankees panicked for a while. The machine guns and shells were so chaotic that they ran a long distance.

"Well done!"

"Heart!"

When the soldiers in the tunnel saw the bullets and shells fired by the American soldiers closely following those soldiers, they were all so nervous that they sweated for them. When the fighters were seen jumping up from the crater again. I can't help but applaud them!

But the good times didn't last long, and the other American troops also noticed the situation here, and the gunfire above our heads suddenly intensified. Submachine guns, rifles, light and heavy machine guns soon rang out, and the battlefield was filled with bullets and dust.

No sooner had a fighter jumped up from the crater than he was hit by several bullets at the same time and fell to the ground, blood staining the ground beneath him. But in this case he still did not give up, in the rain of bullets. He still took his last breath and climbed another step in the direction of the Five Holy Mountains. It wasn't until a few more bullets hit him that he finally stopped. Another soldier was chased all the way into the crater by bullets, he was so pressed by the bullets that he couldn't lift his head, just as we wanted to throw a few grenades outward to attract the attention of the American troops, suddenly a few mortar shells passed, and we saw that the soldier was blown out of the crater, fell to the side and never moved again,"

The calf was the only one left, and the warriors focused all their eyes on the calf's direction, but at this time, the calf could not be seen on the battlefield.

I looked down the long telephone line behind the calf and noticed a trail of bright red blood on the ground. My heart sank. The calf was wounded, and may have even died, which almost meant that the mission had failed.

The sound of gunfire gradually weakened, maybe the U.S. military also thought that it was impossible for anyone to survive in this situation, so they all stopped shooting!

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in a crater in front of him, limping forward."

It's a calf! The warriors raised their hearts to their throats again. A pair of big eyes stared at the calf's back.

There were even fighters who, risking their lives, leaned out and threw grenades outside the pit to provide cover for the calves.

The dense array of machine guns and mortars of the American army rang out again, and the calf dragged the wounded 'leg' with a clever leap from one crater to another. The crater, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, made the US military unable to grasp his direction, and even let the calf run out of more than 200 meters. Seeing that he had run into a safe area after holding on for a while, suddenly two shells exploded around the calf, and the calf was hit by the 'wave' area. It went out for several meters.

I lifted my binoculars and looked at it, and I was in despair. Because I saw that the calf's left 'leg' had been blown off, and a piece of white bones had been 'exposed' in the blur of flesh and blood, and blood sprayed out of the broken 'leg' like a fountain, staining the ground under him red.

But just when I was not hopeful, I noticed that the telephone line that the calf was carrying moved. Then it moved again,

"Chief of Staff". Instructor Qin obviously also discovered this situation, and hurriedly reported: Xiao Niu may have found the broken phone line, and he wants to answer it"

"Quick! Get ready for the call! I hurriedly ordered the telephone soldier next to me.

"Yes!" The phone soldier didn't say a word. Grab the phone and shake it.

The telephone line moved again, and it tightened and tightened, and some parts even hung in the air because of the force of the calf's pulling. Seeing this, Instructor Qin and I couldn't help but glance at each other, and we both understood what it meant!

***！ I couldn't help but slam my fist to the ground. Why is it that the telephone line is not long enough at this time?

After hesitating, I immediately raised my binoculars again and looked in the direction of the calf, and sure enough, I saw the calf lying on the ground and trying to crawl forward, pulling at one end of the telephone line and the other with the other, trying to connect them together. But it's just a little bit worse!

Suddenly, the calf opened his mouth and took a few bites of the telephone line in his hand, and then bit one with his mouth. Thrum. use

"That's it! The chief of staff "got through". Almost at the same time, the telephone soldier standing next to me screamed loudly. I hurriedly took the phone, and sure enough, the familiar voice of Regiment Commander Zhang came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, is it Chief of Staff Cui?" I'm Head Zhang, I'm Head Zhang."

"Captain Zhang!" I didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and shouted into the phone: "We have four enemies." The battalion attacked fiercely, the bullets were running out, and the casualties were heavy. Now retreat to the tunnels and prepare to launch at seven o'clock in the evening to knock the enemy down from our surface positions.

We need artillery support, so we asked Regiment Commander Zhang to organize artillery units to help at 7:20. The No., 7, 7, Old, and Slogan positions in the Highlands, and the 4th, 7th, and 8th positions in the Earthworm 7th Highlands provide us with fire assistance! ”

"Okay, no problem!" Head Zhang, who was on the other end of the phone, also knew that time was pressing. He immediately replied: "Seven o'clock in the evening, right?" At that time, we will provide you with two companies of reinforcements, and take advantage of your *** opportunity to organize personnel to send *** up. At 7:20 p.m., I repeated the shelling of the target, saying No. 7, No. 7, No. 7, and the old number

At this time, "a few cannon shots rang out." The voice in the microphone stopped abruptly.

I put down the phone and looked over to where the calf was, where there was already a cloud of smoke and I couldn't see anything. Wait for the smoke to dissipate. Where the calf had been lying on his stomach was gone, there was nothing left except a few rags hanging from the roots of the tree.

"What's his name?" I Feng Feng next to Instructor Qin.

"His name is Niu Baocai." Instructor Qin said heavily: "He is a party member, the deputy squad leader of the telephone class, and he is twenty-five years old this year!" small

"Niu Baocai!" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this: "It turns out that he is Niu Baocai, he is a cow."

Night. Accompanied by the heavy sound of artillery, it gradually came.

With the sound of the shells exploding, the soldiers in the tunnels ignored the sand and gravel falling overhead, and checked their equipment one last time.

Bullets are loaded. The belt was tightened, the grenade was uncovered, the bayonet was hung in the easiest place to pull out, "only a veteran who has been rolling on the battlefield for a long time knows a little preparation before the battle." There is a good chance that he will save his life on the battlefield.

I pulled out my pocket watch and looked at the time, there were still ten minutes.

I couldn't help but poke my head out of the corner of the pit and look out there. One shell after another exploded outside, and the columns of searchlights flew around, illuminating the dust and smoke kicked up by the shells.

After the 'darkening' of the day, the US military also understood that the time of danger was coming soon, after all, they also knew very well that most of the volunteer soldiers launched attacks at night. So as soon as the dim sun set, the American artillery roared, and they bombarded the valley between Shangganling and Wusheng Mountain with a density of five to seven rounds per minute.

It was a road to the Kou'yin Heights, a col about 1,500 meters wide on the north side of the Heights, and at the same time a road of death paved with artillery fire and blood.

Facts have also proved that this road has paid a heavy price to the volunteer soldiers, both before and after tonight.

their purpose. It is to prevent the Five Holy Mountains from sending reinforcements to us, and to cut off the connection between the Five Holy Mountains and us. This may be the so-called fire blockade of the US military! The Yankees are really generous, firing five to seven shells per minute, and I don't know how many shells will be consumed in one night. And all this is just for the sake of Shangganling, two highlands with an area of less than square kilometers. It can be seen from this that the US military has an attitude of being bound to win our two highlands.

However, it is a pity that the military department has not paid enough attention to the US army's attack on these two heights, and they have always held that the US army's attack on Shangganling is only a pretext, and once our army 'draws' the 'elite' troops from Xishan and Douliufeng to the direction of Shangganling for defense, the US military will take advantage of the characteristics of their modern "communication" and strong mobility to quickly transfer troops in the direction of Shangganling to the area of Xishan and Douliufeng to launch a general offensive. Therefore, even if the military department knew that the US army had launched a fierce attack on Shangganling, it would still not transfer a single soldier from the direction of the western mountain.

In other words, when the Shangganling campaign had entered a white-hot stage, the higher authorities still did not correctly understand the US military's operational intentions and main attack direction.

Looking at the fierce artillery fire of the American troops outside the tunnel, I remembered that when I talked to Regiment Commander Zhang on the phone in the afternoon, he said that he would send us two companies of reinforcements.

To be honest, at this point I wanted him to send reinforcements, but I didn't want him to send them.

I hope he will send reinforcements, because our two highlands have suffered heavy casualties and losses after the daytime 'fierce' fighting. Desperate for aid, B doesn't want him to send reinforcements. It's because I know that most of these troops who come to reinforce will die on the road.

In modern times, I once read such a source, because of the tight fire blockade of the US army, the troops who came to reinforce Shangganling often rushed up in a company. There are only two or three people who can reach the Shangganling tunnel alive" It is precisely because of this that the Shangganling Battle in history will be fought so hard.

Time walked forward minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye of ten minutes, he waved at the ten fighters behind him, grabbed his rifle and headed towards the pit "Yuan Yiliu squatted in front of the mouth of the pit and waited for a while, and after the beam of the searchlight swept in front of me, I rushed out in one step.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the dust was 'chaotic'.

I believe in this dark place somewhere. There were a couple of Yankees with guns pointed at the mouth of our tunnel. The Yankees weren't fools, and they would have thought we might sneak out at night and stab them. So naturally, they will send some troops to watch our tunnel mouths.

But I can be sure that when I escaped from the mouth of the tunnel, the American troops who were in charge of watching the mouth of the tunnel did not notice me. It's simple: I'm still alive.

From some. Maybe I should thank the artillery of the American army.

Because of their fire blockade, Shangganling is full of smoke and dust, which can be described without exaggeration by the idiom of covering the sky and the sun. Even during the day, the sun's rays can be tightly blocked, especially at night. This, combined with the rumbling sound of cannons, completely obscured our footsteps, made it possible for us to emerge from the mouth of the tunnel without being detected by the enemy.

Of course, this is without being targeted by enemy searchlights.

As soon as I got out of the hole, I rolled outside and tumbled into a nearby crater. At this time, I couldn't help but look at a position diagonally above the mouth of the tunnel.

It's a strange feeling, and even though I can't see anything in the night, I always feel like that. There were several pairs of eyes staring at me in the direction.

I remember when I was in college, my English teacher repeatedly emphasized that we should read and write more.

In this regard, her explanation is that if you read too much, you will have a sense of language, and if you write more, you will have a sense of hand. Later, I realized that there is such a thing, I read a lot, and sometimes I blurt out a sentence when I talk to people.

So I summed up this experience, and I will use this set when I do other things. For example, if you kill more people, you will be faster, and you will have pleasure!

But this feeling now makes me very 'confused'. Because in terms of mathematical logic and Marxist materialist dialectics, I should have been killed a lot to have this feeling.

But at this time, I didn't have time to 'spend' too much time to get to the bottom of it, anyway, I think the enemy is lurking in that position and watching our tunnel entrances. So I patted Miao Huaizhi, who was following me in, and made a gesture to him, signaling him to organize the soldiers to stand by for the time being after getting out of the tunnel, so I 'drawn' the bayonet on my waist and ran to the side.

Under the sound of artillery and the light of searchlights, I stopped and stopped, circled the inclined plane, and carefully circled back to the position I had just locked. As expected, there were Yankees lying on all sides in front of the improvised fortifications made of sandbags, guns pointed in the direction of the mouth of the tunnel.

Two of them were machine gunners, holding a 'strong' Czech light machine gun in their hands. The other two sat with rifles in their hands and 'smoked' boredly.

Looking at their small appearance, I couldn't help but secretly complain in my heart, I really shouldn't have been too conceited just now. The so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands, and now the enemy below still has eight hands.

Kill them with a gun?

I'm worried that there are other U.S. troops in the vicinity, and although the sound of shells can drown out some of the gunfire, if the U.S. troops are nearby, it will still attract their attention. Doing so is likely to make our offensive intentions premature, and we will not be able to achieve the effect of attacking them unprepared.

Finish them off with a bayonet?

Not to mention that I alone is not sure that I can kill the four of them silently in one go. The two U.S. soldiers who were smoking with rifles were still facing me. I couldn't get close to them at all.

Time passed minute by minute, and I didn't think of a way, and I became more and more anxious. Because I know that I have already made an appointment with Regiment Commander Zhang to provide artillery assistance at 7:20, and every minute I delay at this time means that we have one minute less time to attack.

Alas! It would be nice to have a silencer at this time! Even if only a part of the sound can be eliminated, it may not be heard by other American troops in this rumbling cannon.

Wait a minute! At this time, a scene that often appears in modern movies flashed in my mind. Some gunners can achieve some silence by wrapping their pistols in cloth without a silencer.

Thinking about it, I involuntarily reached for my waist. Then he untied the 'wool' scarf from the marching belt and tied it to the muzzle of the gun."

I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to Niu Baocai, the deputy squad leader of the Feng Shishi Regiment and the battalion telephone squad! During the counterattack battle in Shangganling, Comrade Niu Baocai braved the fierce artillery fire to grab the telephone line, and his left 'leg' was unfortunately broken by shrapnel from the enemy's artillery shell, and blood flowed into the area. But he endured great pain and tried his last strength to climb to the place where the line was broken. Biting a small wire with his mouth, and pulling another wire with one hand, he let the current pass through his body to connect the line, and ensured the communication of the troops for three minutes with his life until he died heroically. The leading organs of the People's Volunteers posthumously recorded the hero's telephone soldier with special merit and awarded him the title of "Second-Class Hero of the Chinese People's Volunteers." Just... Old Kouli... 8 fisherman's concave body clams!