At the Yokota airfield in Japan, the 307 bomber group of the US Far East Air Force Command is taking off sixteen B-29s. These behemoths www.biquge.info driven by four high-powered aero engines, flew into the night sky and disappeared.

In fact, before dark, Major General Almond of the 10th Army understood that the 1st Marine Regiment on the front line could not completely kill the 60th Division of the Volunteer Army that was blocking them. When the fighters retreated during the day, he thought that maybe he should carry out a supplementary bombing at night to increase the damage to the enemy.

And when Zhou Qingfeng led the counterattack into the ancient soil instead, the 307 Bomber Group, which was ready to launch a night bomb in advance, became a lifeline for His Excellency the Major General. After all, it will take time to cross the Sea of Japan to reach North Korea from takeoff, and it will be too late for the bomber to take off temporarily.

Cruising at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the captain of the pilot plane was chatting with his partner. Suddenly, the radio operator shouted over the in-flight communicator, "Sir, maybe you should hear something." ”

"What happened?" The captain asked.

"The briefing said that the Marines had just been killed about a regiment. Our MacArthur commander was furious about this. Said the radio operator.

"Oh...... a regiment of the Marine Corps?" The captain was surprised, "Isn't that where we're going?" ”

"That's right, it's the area of Changjin Lake. Our bombing target was changed from Fusheng-ri to Gutu-ri. Where it has been occupied by the enemy, we need to destroy what is left behind so that it will not be used by the enemy. "The radio operator gave the latest order from the command of the Far Eastern Air Force.

"Aren't those Marines quite capable of fighting? Now someone has killed a regiment! The captain sighed, grabbed the intercom in the plane and shouted to the navigator: "Re-plan the route, our target has been changed to Gutuli." ”

The navigator operating the radio navigation equipment re-charts the flight route and informs the radar operator on board to look for the correct target on the bomber-search radar.

After about two hours of flight, the bomber group approached the sky over the port of Hungnam. The search radar screen began to show the shape of mountains, roads and rivers on land. The bombardier of the nose is paying attention to the land below him, and he is responsible for dropping tons of bombs.

Due to the limited accuracy of bombing, carpet bombing was used in large group operations. The pilot plane confirmed the place, and the plane behind it also dropped bombs. Sixteen aircraft groups can rain hundreds of tons of bombs over the enemy's heads, and the heavy bombardment can inflict heavy casualties on unprotected personnel on the ground.

And just as the pilot plane was about to fly towards Gutuli, the radio navigator suddenly sent another correction order, "Captain, I received a bombing guidance request from the ground. A front-line aviation control team asked us to change the target to bomb Wulao-ri instead. ”

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, but such a temporary change is somewhat doubtful. The captain asked rhetorically, "Have you verified the identity of the other party?" ”

"Identified as an amphibious reconnaissance company of the 1st Marine Division, the radio-encrypted information and call signs are correct. They said that two divisions of the enemy were attacking Gorlao-ri, and that the troops stationed there could not hold out and were retreating, and they urgently needed air support to stop the enemy's attack. ”

The information verified by the radio operator was clear, so the captain again corrected the course and target, and the entire fleet was bombed again in Golao-ri. When this group of bombers arrived at Wulaoli, the bombardier of the pilot plane opened the magazine, and nearly 1,000 100-kilogram bombs fell overwhelmingly.

On the ground, the 3rd Division of the US Army, which had just arrived at the fortifications under the Wulao Libu, took a breath. Their entire division sent two regiments of nearly 10,000 people to the ghost place of Wulaoli to build fortifications against the cold wind. Finally, halfway through the work, the order from above was changed again.

"Attacking Gutuli?" The commander of the 65th Infantry Regiment of the 3rd Division was going crazy, and he really wanted to scold the high-ranking officials who gave orders to the headquarters indiscriminately. You know, he's really fed up with the current bad situation.

At the beginning of the Korean War, the entire US army was in a situation where swords and guns were stored in storage and the horses were put in Nanshan, and the Third Division, which was pulled to Korea, was seriously short of personnel. Its 65th Infantry Regiment was originally based in Puerto Rico, enjoying the warm and comfortable waters of the Caribbean and romantic and amorous Latin beauties.

But what's the condition of what he's meowing to now? Run to the frozen field to dig fortifications in the black light!

If it's just digging fortifications, it's okay, but halfway through the fortifications is going to attack - God, is this playing with us? Do you know how hard the ground is now? It was so hard that the sapper shovel was ineffective at all, and it had to be exploded with explosives. It finally exploded, and it blew up again!

Well, the big-headed soldiers have no human rights, and the commander is what he orders. The sixty-fifth regiment should not complain about anything. But what kind of soldiers are in this regiment? The soldiers who shoehorned in were like a bunch of monkeys, and they couldn't even use their guns well without much training.

Blasting at night is a technical job, and if you accidentally can't blow up the fortifications you want, you will blow yourself up. The American sappers of the 65th Regiment had to go to the field themselves, and the soldiers of Nanbang attached to them could only do some work as civilian workers.

"Those bastards at the headquarters are idiots, I really hope that one day they will be stabbed by the enemy** forcibly **** The officers of the 65th Regiment are all complaining, and no one wants to fight people in the dark night, especially when it is said that the opponent is very strong.

"Alright, cheer up. The reconnaissance company was at the forefront to ensure safety, the tank battalion was responsible for clearing the way, followed by infantry and artillery, as well as regimental units. "The commander of the sixty-fifth regiment laid out the sequence of marches, and he himself was at the forefront.

In the dark night, Wulaoli, which was crowded with American troops, became quite chaotic. Tanks and vehicles began to leave in formation, and the U.S. officers also had a headache in terms of commanding their subordinates due to the large number of low-quality Nanbang soldiers mixed in.

"Well, when are these damn monkeys going to be smarter?" The officers of all ranks of the 65th Regiment worked hard to restore order to the ranks, and His Excellency the Regiment Commander led the troops forward for some distance and then turned back, finding that their troops had dragged out a long snake formation.

About 2,000 men of the 65th Regiment had already left Wulaoli, but the first part of the regiment had not yet set off. The 33rd Regiment of the 3rd Division, which was also deployed in Wulaoli, had only come down from the surrounding hills, and it seemed that they would not be able to get out for an hour or two.

"Ah...... God! It's going to be a long time for us to be a team. "The American troops of the 65th Regiment had no way to leave first, so they could only walk forward slowly, waiting for the troops in the rear to follow.

However, just as the 65th Regiment was slowly moving forward in battle formation, a buzz was suddenly heard in the sky. Seasoned veterans immediately knew that it was a high-horsepower aero engine at work, and it was supposed to be the B-29 that was passing over their heads.

"Looks like someone is going to be unlucky." The American troops of the 65th Regiment finally felt in a better mood, and the group of planes in the sky should not be small, otherwise the sound of the engines would not be so loud. And the bombers that appeared at this time were naturally supposed to drop bombs on the heads of the enemy.

Hahaha...... this is the only good news I learned in the cold night. In the midst of scattered and relaxed laughter, the American troops of the 65th Regiment suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound above their heads.

Hearing this sound, everyone on the ground changed color, and the American soldiers could hear that the bomb was falling, and the attached Nanbang soldiers felt that danger was approaching.

Is there any mistake? It's a bombardment over our heads!

"It's a bomb, lie down." The American troops of the 65th Regiment showed a little quality of a regular army, and hurriedly ordered their subordinates to find concealment. And not long after they lay down on the cold ground, the dense bombs fell one after another, exploding violently.

The rumbling explosions were incessant, and the flames were soaring into the sky. The night was as noisy as a boiling oil pot, and the thick smoke and flying shrapnel meant that countless lives were dying.

The officers and soldiers of the 65th Regiment were all dumbfounded, and this violent scene was played out before their eyes--it was not they who had already set off, but the five elders who were close at hand.

Wulaoli was bombed into a human purgatory in an instant, and the 33rd Regiment of the Third Division, which was still in it and had not yet arrived, was wiped out. The B-29 dropped a number of incendiary petrol bombs, and countless people were burned to black char in the flames.

This means that more than half of the personnel in this attack will instantly lose their combat effectiveness, and such a bombing will cause the unsuspecting soldiers to die in pieces, and the already low morale will drop to freezing point.

Although it was not themselves who suffered, the survivors of the 65th Regiment were all heartbroken. They just couldn't figure out what was going on. Don't know what's next? Even their regimental commanders were wondering - why bomb us? Who the hell are we messing with?