"Even if the Yankees want to get over the position, they have to pay the price!"

"Platoon commander, I can't go, I have been following you since I joined the army to suppress bandits in the southwest, and now that the whole country is liberated and peaceful, the American devils want to sabotage our days of crossing the sea, even if they die, let them know that it is not easy for him to fight with us!"

"If I return to the team in this way, the lost comrades will poke my backbone, no, I have to eliminate some American troops. After a while, I got together with other comrades-in-arms of the Sixth Company below, and I met the company commander, the instructor, and I also had a face, the platoon commander, and I didn't leave! ”

Li Ziming saw that everyone had awakened so much, and he was very relieved in his heart, they were all good soldiers, they died like this today, it's a pity, if they all live and fight hard, they will have a bright future, and they will go home to find a mother-in-law in the future, give birth to a big fat boy, and live a good life in New China.

However, the American devils who stepped on the horse did not want them to live a good life.

For the sake of the motherland, the people are living well, we are worth it!

Thinking of this, platoon commander Li Ziming couldn't help crying and said: "You guys are so miserable, we haven't tasted the good life of New China yet." ”

"Platoon commander, what's wrong with you today? It's not the character of the girl who is chirping, what are you crying about? Everything we do today is to defend the fruits of the victory of New China, the people of the motherland will remember us, our people's army is to serve the people unconditionally, if in the future Qingming Festival, the children can come to our tomb to offer a bouquet of flowers, then we will be content, we have nothing to regret! ”

A soldier said firmly.

Li Ziming took a deep breath and said, "Okay! In order to let the children come to our grave to offer bouquets of flowers, we fought with American devils! Now listen to me! Get on the bayonet! ”

Everyone pulled out the bayonets in their waists at once, and all the Japanese-style 38 bayonets were left over when the Japanese devil 38 big cover rifles were captured.

At that time, Li Ziming took out the matching bayonet and replaced it with a longer Japanese 38 bayonet, thinking that in the future, when fighting hand-to-hand with American devils, it would not be a loss, and it would be easier to fight bayonets.

When everyone changed the bayonet, they all thought about it.

Some used their own clothes as rags to polish their bayonets.

Li Ziming led everyone in the trenches to nod slightly, observing that the US troops were approaching step by step, the number was several hundred, and the enemy did not know how many Chinese were still hidden in the trenches on the position, and carefully slowed down.

Looking at it, Li Ziming turned around and said to everyone: "I still have two grenades here, let's kill the enemy separately, but we have to get closer, and at the last moment, they all move closer to me, and after unscrewing, my old Li will take you on the road together!" ”

"Good!"

"Thank you platoon commander in advance!"

There was no timidity or fear on the faces of the soldiers, they nodded solemnly, their eyes were glowing with cold light and killing intent, and when they heard the sound of the American devil's ordnance, they were getting closer and closer, and the killing intent in their eyes became more obvious.

Li Ziming was very painful when he heard such an answer, he said: "There is one last bit of time, let's introduce each other, I rarely asked about your origin and experience in the past, in case we get down there and we get lost, so there is something to remember, which can be regarded as saying goodbye." ”

Hearing this, everyone introduced themselves one after another.

"I am a native of Yangluo in Nanhe, I worked for landlords as a day worker before enlisting in the army, and joined the party in 1948."

"I, a native of Sichuan Siyangmian, worked as a partner in the teahouse before enlisting in the army, and a member of the Communist Youth League."

"I, a native of Jibao in Western Shaanxi, also worked as a part-time worker for the landlord before enlisting in the army, and was a member of the Communist Youth League."

"I was a member of Beihe Dingbao, worked as a laborer in a factory before enlisting in the army, and joined the party in 1949."

"I am a native of Nanhu Tanxiang, and before I joined the army, I was a soldier in the reactionary 95th Army, and before I entered the Korean War, I had already written an application for joining the party."

Li Ziming said 'oh', "You are still our *** fellow countryman, your application for joining the party will not be written in vain, the division party will soon be approved, after you are martyred, you will be posthumously recognized, over there, as party members, we are still fighting together, rest assured, wherever I go, I will not leave my comrades!" ”

"Platoon commander, everyone must be together, and no one will be left behind."

Li Ziming nodded solemnly: "Okay!" ”

The sound of the American military boots had been heard very clearly, and they had already approached their position, Li Ziming took the lead in jumping out of the trench and shouted: "Comrades, rush me!" ”

"Kill!"

"American devil, grandpa is here!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The shouts of these six people covered out the noise of all the enemy troops, and with a roar, they returned to calm.

The artillery fire from the US troops around the division headquarters was deafening, sometimes dense, sometimes loose, and sometimes they had to shout loudly when they spoke to each other, otherwise they would not be able to hear them.

Xia Yuan followed Deputy Division Commander Duan to study and study the map, and Deputy Division Commander Duan told him: "The movements of the US military will change at any time, so the reconnaissance of an area is to conduct continuous reconnaissance, timely transmit the changes in the US troops, and keep abreast of their movements, and the number of scouts should not be too small." ”

Xia Yuan nodded, to fight a war, it is necessary to grasp the enemy's movements at any time, which is very important for the next arrangement.

"There is another point that can be judged by the situation in which various positions are attacked by the enemy."

Deputy Master Duan taught very carefully, and Xia Yuan also studied very seriously.

Deputy Division Commander Duan and Division Commander Zheng have cooperated for many years, and they are very good at vision and fighting, and they can learn a lot of useful knowledge from him, especially in tactical arrangements, troop arrangement, and so on.

"You study the map first, set a circuitous route from the enemy's rear, and I'll test it later."

"Yes!"

Director Wu was chatting with Senior Commander Zheng, "Senior Commander, Xiaoliang and they went to get food, why haven't they come back yet?" It's time now, right? ”

Master Zheng looked at his watch, it had been more than twenty-four hours, but he didn't even have any news from them.

Deputy Division Commander Duan also said: "Yes, it stands to reason that he should come back, and now that the battle line is mixed with the enemy, there won't be any situation, right?" ”

Division Commander Zheng said: "Before leaving, I repeatedly told me that going to the military station to get food is not a dead order, and I will come back immediately if I don't finish it, alas."

Master Zheng let out a long sigh, he thought that these twenty people had most likely been wiped out by the enemy, and looked at the direction of Ma Pingli, he stared for a long time.

Xiao Liang is an officer of the Political Department, and his lover is named Feng Shide, who met the commander of the 9th Company of the 538th Regiment when he crossed the river, but unfortunately the commander of the 9th Company failed to cross the river and was swallowed up by the tumbling river.

On the afternoon of the 24th, Division Commander Zheng sent 20 soldiers to Mapingli with him to collect grain, where there was a military station of their 60th Army, but no one expected that Liang Yulin's departure this time would be the last face of the whole division before breaking through.

In the past few days, he has repeatedly sent a group of more than a dozen people to raise food to get food, not to mention the delay, when he came back, he was empty-handed, and some of the squads came back, so they brought some grassroots or wild vegetables that had already dried up, but the number was too small, and it was difficult to solve the problem of food for a class, let alone the whole division.

Officer Liang Yulin went out to raise grain, and it was the last food raising team sent out by the 180th Division, and as long as Division Commander Zheng was busy with the combat mission, he had to discuss the issue of grain with Director Wu.

The battle is getting closer and fiercer, and the huge physical consumption of all the officers and men of the 180th Division needs to be replenished by food, and in the face of the current frenzied blockade by the US army, the two of them are often at a loss for food, and there is no better way.

Director Wu proposed that going to the Mapingli military station, which was closest to them, to raise food was their last hope for the 180th Division, and if they could get food from the Mapingli military station, it would be even better, and this task was handed over to Wang Shaowu and Liang Yulin, a youth officer of the quartermaster section.

Time was pressing, and after receiving the order, the two immediately led people to the direction of Mapingli.

Along the way, enemy planes frequently circled overhead, and the slightest mistake would be discovered, and everyone pulled a distance of more than 20 meters, marched in a group, and walked on rugged mountain roads, and the straight roads were all short roads, which were also easy to walk, but would attract more shells.

At night, when it is relatively safe, they will speed up, no one sleeps, and they continue to run and stop, not daring to delay for a moment.

They all knew in their hearts that if they got food one minute earlier, their comrades would have one minute less time to starve.

Time is too precious for them, and Liang Yulin's mind always comes to mind the situation of front-line soldiers dying due to physical exhaustion.

In this way, at dusk on the 25th, they arrived at a village near Mapingli, where they drank some water in a small ditch that was about to dry up to quench their thirst.

Just approaching the village, a young warrior from Sichuan said to everyone: "Someone, could it be the enemy!?" ”

There was indeed a column of people coming over in the distance, and everyone didn't see it clearly for a while, and Wang Shaowu, the quartermaster of the department, drew his pistol and shouted in a low voice: "Prepare to fight, fight with them!" ”

In an instant, everyone lined up beside the small ditch, each looking for a hidden position.

The people who came from a distance saw Liang Yulin's military uniform clearly, and shouted to them: "Comrade, which part?" ”

As soon as he heard the voice, the eldest family breathed a sigh of relief, this was his own person, and there was almost a misunderstanding.

Liang Yulin hurriedly responded: "We are from the quartermaster department of the 180th Division, and Division Commander Zheng asked us to come to the military station to get food." ”

The person on the other side responded: "Comrade, the soldier station is in front, we are from the guard platoon of the military station of the quartermaster department, just follow us." ”

In this way, Liang Yulin and the others followed the guard platoon to the military station, and a comrade came out of the military station, who seemed to be the person in charge here, and he first opened his mouth to introduce to Liang Yulin and others: "On the way to Mapingli, how did you break through the enemy's blockade?" It's not easy, is the front line tense now? Most of the army logistics personnel have already retreated, and now let us stay here temporarily, for the time being, I am the person in charge here, my name is Zhao Mingming. Welcome comrades of the 180th Division. ”

Liang Yulin didn't care about telling Zhao Mingming about the things along the way, and immediately got to the point, saying: "Our division has been out of food for several days, and now it's hard to fight, please send a car to deliver food quickly." ”

When Zhao Mingming heard this, he immediately said: "Yes, there is grain in the military station, and I can give you ten cars, the car is the Soviet Union's Gas, and the grain is sorghum rice, fried noodles, and compressed biscuits." ”

After the end of World War II, the Soviet Union gave many gas cars to the volunteers, and a car could carry a little more than two tons.

Liang Yulin immediately asked the team members to count the supplies, and Zhao Mingming summoned the cooking soldiers to cook, and then said to everyone: "Get you some food to eat first, and then load the car." ”

Liang Yulin and the others could not care about eating by themselves, and immediately said: "Let's stop eating first, and leave immediately, the comrades in front are fighting hungry." ”

Zhao Mingming saw that they were really anxious, and he didn't want to insist, but after all, he had to cross the blockade line, travel a long distance, and fight continuously for such a long time, where could he keep up with his physical fitness, it was all the end of the crossbow, and he couldn't eat some, so he persuaded again: "Eat some, it won't delay much time." ”

The soldiers of the squad may have listened to Zhao Mingming say that they were eating, and their stomachs were also gurgling, and each of them had their stomachs tightly strangled with belts, so that their clothes were sunken inward.

Zhao Mingming looked uncomfortable, took them to a dilapidated house, put on a big iron pot, boiled a large pot of sorghum rice, got some oil, and mixed some salt into it, and gave it to Liang Yulin and them to eat.

Smelling the aroma of rice in the pot, the corners of Liang Yulin's eyes were moist, they didn't know each other, they were all comrades-in-arms, he ordered: "Comrades, open the meal!" ”

These twenty people have not eaten seriously for many days, and they chew grass roots on weekdays, smell the smell of rice, and have stomach cramps, and run to the cauldron.

Wang Shaowu chewed and said to a little soldier next to him who was gobbling up: "You eat slowly, beware of eating bad stomach, slow down." ”

Everyone only ate a little, padd their stomachs, felt a little better, they couldn't take care of their stomachs, endured the hunger that still existed, and immediately went to the military station to get food, in fact, with everyone's current amount of food, it was no problem to eat two more bowls, but they now have more important things to do.

When Wang Shaowu moved a box of compressed biscuits, he said to Liang Yulin: "I said Lao Liang, make a mark for me in this box, and send it to the division commander when the time comes, what do you say?" ”

Liang Yulin showed a smile on his face and replied: "Don't worry, I moved a lot of compressed biscuits, enough to eat." ”

(End of chapter)