"I don't dismantle! Not really! ”

"Hey, I said you're a stinky boy, what's wrong with the sound of cannons? Execute the command! Dismantle! ”

"Before we crossed the river, we pushed a lot of water, I didn't! Whining. These are all things that we have worked so hard to build, how can we say that they will be demolished. ”

One of the eighteen-year-old gunners hugged the barrel of the cannon and began to cry, and the other raised his big hand to smoke him, and the gunfire on the other side of the river was so dense that they could not afford to delay here for too long.

But his hand was raised for a long time, and it did not fall.

The very young gunner held the barrel of the gun motionlessly, like a poor child who had lost the most precious object in his heart, and the cry spread in all directions, attracting many comrades from the mountain artillery battalion to watch.

"What's going on? Who's crying? ”

Guo Zhaolin, the commander of the mountain artillery battalion, squeezed through the crowd and hurriedly asked.

When he saw this scene in front of him, he did not reprimand the little soldier for not carrying out the order, but squatted down and said to him: "This little comrade, I have the same mood as you, I can't bear these cannons, our troops are in difficult conditions, and the number of cannons is far less than that of the American army, but since the start of the war, these big guys have made too many achievements for our troops." ”

"However, our troops have to cross the river, we can't put our dear soldiers in for these cannons, the cannons are gone, we continue to capture them from foreign devils, they have many cannons, but our lives are precious."

After speaking, Guo Zhaolin looked at the three M1 75mm mountain guns and two wooden box shells that were still left around them.

At this moment, the little warrior's tears were much less.

Guo Zhaolin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go!" I'll work with you to drain these shells, then remove the accessories and bury them on the spot. ”

"Yes!"

The little gunner wiped away his tears and immediately fiddled.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind, "Camp Chief Guo, can you help me?" ”

Guo Zhaolin was squatting on the ground and watching the little soldier fiddle with the mountain cannon, thinking that it was a familiar person, so he replied without raising his head: "You say." ”

"Our company was wiped out by the enemy in the morning, please look up."

It was the soldiers of the 539th Regiment who spoke, their voices hoarse, their faces covered with dust, and they looked like they were smoked by the gunpowder smoke of the battlefield. Guo Zhaolin looked up and saw that the five people in front of him were all injured to varying degrees, the bandages were bright red, their eyes were bloodshot, and their expressions were solemn.

Guo Zhaolin understood all of a sudden, and said sadly: "Brothers, as the commander of the artillery battalion, I am sorry for you, I did not give you sufficient fire support, I don't explain much about the objective factors, you are saying now, I will fight wherever I want?" ”

The soldier pointed to the southwest direction and said: "There are probably two companies of the enemy in that field, we were beaten badly by them in the morning, and all the shells were released, telling these rabbit cubs that the essence of our 180th Division is still there, and there are still heavy weapons." ”

Guo Zhaolin immediately took a few people and pushed the three guns into the firing range, and the other soldiers did a good job of defining the scope of the shelling in front, and there were brothers of the second battalion of the 539th Regiment guarding the position two hundred meters in front.

These gunners were very skilled in adjusting the elevation angle, loading and other preparations, Guo Zhaolin looked at it without a pit, the basic artillery literacy of the soldiers is very high, the operation is very standardized, and there is no less training on weekdays.

Then he motioned for the two sub-shooters to adjust their angles, and then picked up the little command red flag he often used, which was the last time he, the commander of the artillery battalion, would use these three guns.

Guo Zhaolin gave the order for the shelling: "Three rapid fires, prepare!" Fire! ”

Knock knock! The dull sound of metal crashing, the three doors fired in unison, and the huge elevation angle drew three magnificent arcs in the air.

The US troops on the opposite side have just taken the Chinese positions, some GIs are building rudimentary fortifications to resist the Chinese who may appear at any time, and many people are lying on the ground resting, some are smoking, and some are chatting.

They didn't pay attention to the sound of the shells coming from afar, subconsciously thinking that the sound of the shells rubbing the air rapidly was their own artillery striking the enemy, but it was only a few seconds of effort, and they felt that something was wrong, why did the sound of the rapid shells sound above their heads.

The sound is getting louder and the sound is getting closer.

Some of the American soldiers raised their heads differently and were stunned for a moment.

“OH！ FUCK！！！ ”

“MOVE！ MOVE！！ ”

Where is this artillery of their own people striking the enemy, it is clear that the enemy is attacking them!

They shouted with horror on their faces.

Then, with a rumbling sound, a few bullet impact points fell on the position, and the slow runners were blown out on the spot by the huge impact of the shell explosion, and there were still people sleeping, but they didn't react, and they were half buried in an instant, and they were completely blinded in a hurry.

The soldiers on the positions of the 539th Regiment who were fighting against them raised their heads, looked at the might of their artillery, and shouted happily:

"Rejoice! Joyfully! It's a pleasure! ”

"Blow up their turtle sons!"

"Hahahaha! Our artillery! It's our artillery! ”

"Ah Liang, do you see it, our artillery has avenged you!"

These loud noises also reached the front command post of the US Tenth Army, Almond never dreamed that the battle had been fought to this extent, and he could actually take out heavy weapons on the other side, he began to wonder if his intelligence was accurate, could it be that the reinforcements of the Chinese army had arrived in advance?

The sudden arrival of several shells caused more than 40 casualties to two companies of the 1st Marine Regiment.

The last shelling of the 180th Division blew Almond into a daze, and he was so confused that he suspected that not only the 180th Division was active in this area of the Volunteer Army, but also more troops.

So much so that in the following battle, Almond reined in the pace of the attack.

It also won a crucial time for the breakthrough of the 180th Division.

On the nameless heights, the artillery of the American army was wreaking havoc on the position, the mountains were shaking violently, and the smoke of gunpowder obscured the sky and the sun, making the sky exude a gloomy and dull yellow.

"Hey, this foreign devil is still the same way of attacking, just like the little devil back then, artillery bombardment, infantry rush, infantry charge artillery bombardment."

Holding a bunch of guns, Yang Nanzhen jumped into the bunker fortifications built on the anticline, exhaled, a smile appeared on his dark cheeks, and a violent vibration was heard overhead, and the roar resounded through the valley.

Sand and stones fell from their heads.

Grenades of the US army are raging on the positions.

"It's been the same, I've used it for several years, but I didn't expect to be learned by American devils." Xia Yuanum pinched his calf, sighed, exhaled, looked at the gun in his hand, threw it on the ground casually, picked up a new gun and held it in his arms.

After fighting for so long, the gun is seriously worn, the accuracy is not good, and the bullet is very biased.

"Company Commander Xia, when are we going to bring the food and medicine from the store?" Wu Liang was still thinking about the materials they had made last night, there were more than 20 boxes, and they were all precious, so they couldn't just lose them in vain.

Xia Yuan said: "Don't worry, it's too bright now, and rash actions will be discovered by the enemy." ”

The rumbling of cannon fire drowned out their voices, and dirt fell in a flutter and smashed into their faces.

Xia Yuan turned over, let his face face downward, stretched out his legs tied to the wooden stick, exhaled slightly, and noticed that the vibration and bombardment above his head had decreased a lot, before he raised his head, on the flat line of the mountain tip, the smoke was billowing out, and the soil on the ground was black

Wu Liang had already run up with his gun, and a wave of diffused qi swept up the sand and soil, and he hurriedly bent down to dodge, rubbing his eyes and looking: "Instructor, Company Commander Xia, the enemy did not come up." ”

"Do you see clearly?"

Yang Nanzhen got up from the trench and shouted with a gun.

"I saw the instructor clearly, the enemy didn't come up, they just bombed it with artillery." Wu Liang said, climbed forward a few times, and shouted, "Instructor, I'll take a look." ”

"Be careful."

"Don't worry."

Yang Nanzhen was not at ease and said, "Wang Huzi, follow and take a look." ”

"Okay instructor."

Wang Huzi carried a submachine gun, followed and touched it, and after a while, he brought back the news.

"Instructor, Wu Liang is right, the enemy did not attack!"

Wang Huzi ran all the way down, looking very excited.

"The American devils can be regarded as not fighting, and if they beat me again, they won't be able to hold on." Yang Nanzhen held his breath and leaned in the trench, finally able to catch his breath.

This group of foreign devils attacked for several hours in a row, and they couldn't beat it, and they had to fight vigorously, and they didn't even reserve time for them to breathe, and several people were tired and couldn't hold their breath.

Now it's time to give them a break.

Xia Yuan stood up tremblingly from the ground, put his gun on the ground, looked at the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, exhaled slightly, and was a little surprised in his heart, the foreign devil actually stopped attacking, which was somewhat incredible.

Almond was desperate to eat the 180th Division, and now he stopped attacking.

But in the end, they were able to catch their breath.

They put away all the guns on the position, put the ammunition together, and made it easy to take it, due to the inconvenience of Xia Yuan's legs and feet, Yang Nanzhen's own shooting position was set next to Xia Yuan, so as to facilitate Xia Yuan's action.

Wang Huzi and Wu Liang rummaged through the positions for guns and ammunition that had not yet been blown up by the enemy's shelling.

The corpses of the enemy were shattered by the artillery fire of their own people, the severed limbs and stumps were scattered all over the ground, and the earth on the ground was a dull red, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air was a faint smell of blood.

Wang Huzi picked up an American-style automatic machine gun, shook off the dirt on it, and said to Wu Liang on the side: "Hey, it's a pity, such a good machine gun was blown up like this." ”

Disappointed and thrown to the ground.

"American devils don't even feel sorry for their own things." Wu Liang muttered, looking at the stumps and broken arms on the ground, as well as the guns that had been bent by the explosion, rummaging for a while, but he didn't find anything useful.

Here, Xia Yuan's ass had just sat on the ground, and a little soldier appeared on the position with a gun, filled with gunsmoke, and his figure looked a little hazy.

Yang Nanzhen's reaction was very fast, holding a gun at the figure, shouting: "Who! ”

"Comrade, your own people!"

When the man heard the voice, he immediately ran over with great joy, and saw the two men lying in the trench, blackened by the smoke of gunpowder.

"Comrade, are you two left on the battlefield?"

"Wang Huzi, Wu Liang, come here." Yang Nanzhen shouted.

Wang Huzi and Wu Liang, who were carrying a few guns, ran over.

"Instructor, what's up, look, we've found a couple of guns that still work." Wang Huzi was a little happy.

"I just didn't touch the grenade, and the bodies of the American devils were blown up by my own people." Wu Liang was a little disappointed, and after following Commander Xia a few times, he realized the importance of grenades, and many enemy charges were smashed down by them with grenades.

If it weren't for the fact that they took three boxes of grenades from the foreign devils' station, it would still be difficult to hold on until now.

"It's fine." Yang Nanzhen waved his hand, looked at the little soldier, and said, "There are only four of us left, and the others are all sacrificed." ”

The little soldier looked at the four people who were dark in front of him, and a wave of admiration rose in his heart, and he saluted the four with a standard military salute, and then said: "Comrade, the superior has given an order to break through the encirclement, at five o'clock, abandon the position, and assemble to the rear. ”

"Breakout."

The three of them were stunned, and even Xia Yuan was stunned.

Break through, is the 180th Division finally planning to break through? Xia Yuan didn't know which direction the 180th Division had chosen, whether it was to retreat from the cave or Eagle Peak. In fact, after a day of fighting, he could basically deduce that the plan to retreat from the direction of the retreat cave had failed, and it was very likely that he would retreat through Eagle Peak. After all, going south is not the best plan, and the direction of retreating from the cave has also been tried.

So now there is only one way to go.

Xia Yuan's heart moved, "I hope that a company of Eagle Peak can hold on, as long as Eagle Peak is not lost, everything is still possible." ”

It is estimated that the US 24th Division has already occupied Zhiyanli and is attacking Mapingli, when Mapingli will fall, Xia Yuan is not clear, calculate the time, tomorrow will be the 27th, and the real crisis may begin.

At 6 p.m. on 26 May, the 180th Division of the Chinese People's Volunteers urgently broke through the encirclement in accordance with the plan predetermined by Division Commander Zheng. What can you do with your three-dimensional offensive on land, sea and air? Lao Tzu won't play with you anymore, goodbye!

The translator read it to Master Zheng, and Master Zheng listened to it, smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Let's go!" ”

From a distance, the army looked like a tired gray dragon, struggling to move along the mountain road. Deputy Division Commander Duan helped carry the radio antenna, and while walking, he asked, "Xiaoyi, when will it be repaired?" ”

Xiao Yi replied: "Deputy division commander, in addition to the water ingress of the battery, it must be a fault in the signal amplifier, but I will try my best to fix it, stop for a while, and Lao Zhao and I will ponder again." ”

Deputy Division Commander Duan nodded: "Okay, don't worry, take your time." ”

(End of chapter)