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Chapter 115 The Snowstorm Falls at Midnight
The U.S. military is waiting for the night to come and has made all preparations, and our volunteer soldiers are also waiting for the night to come quietly.

"Snowing……"

While driving on the road, Xu Qing saw snowflakes falling down one after another after dark.

"Tonight is another very cold night."

Lei Gong looked out of the car, a little serious, but also a little melancholy.

During the day, the scene of the ice sculptures attached to the high ground is still vivid in everyone's mind.

That was just one night.

In the ensuing battles, there were still countless nights. The soldiers were bathed in blood on the front line. Some of them, like Kong Qingsan and Song Amao, deserved their deaths, while others died here forever without even firing a single shot.

"Break down the airport, keep the Americans here, and we won't have to fight in the cold anymore..."

Yu Congrong was very optimistic. He occasionally joked and tried to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm so that they would not be so sad.

"Shall we keep driving the car all the way?"

Song Weiguo was a little puzzled, so he asked Xu Qing in a low voice.

"The car will be abandoned when it gets there."

Xu Qing looked at the night sky and spoke softly.

At this time, the visibility of the road at night has become very low, and the lights must be turned on further ahead.

But the risk will be greatly increased.

It is safer for them to walk through a convoy.

For the U.S. military at night, it is extremely scary, but for the volunteers, this kind of weather is tailor-made.

Like the Seventh Company, they were very good at this kind of night battle that surrounded and wiped out the enemy during the Liberation War.

Night is their protective color.

And the battle at night is their home field.

Beep beep beep!
After advancing for a mile, the scout blew his whistle on a distant mountain.

The team stopped immediately, and the scouting fighters reported that they could vaguely see an open fire burning in the field across a few low hills.

"It should be the US military."

Xu Qing understood immediately.

This is the place to go!

Because in North Korea, only the Americans dare to start a fire.

"All of them, abandon the car!"

With a soft drink from Qianli, everyone jumped out of the car.

Everyone immediately brought their guns and equipment, and the artillery platoon pushed the infantry cannons one by one into the nearby mountains, looking for the most favorable position for shelling.

soon.

The "American convoy" of Qilian quickly changed into a ghost in the night, and the team of Chinese volunteers quietly disappeared into the surrounding mountains and forests.

They first hid the entire team in the mountains, and the southeast target they were going to fight was very close in sight, so they had to stop and prepare for the early battle.

Xu Qing looked around.

Like Xinxingli, it is also located in the embrace of mountains.

However, the terrain here in Xiajieyu is relatively flat, and there are some low hills everywhere, the size of which is high and low, so intricate that there is no pattern at all.

This kind of hilly terrain is actually not very good for the defensive side, because the place was originally selected for the construction of the airport, and there are no particularly conspicuous highlands around it.

However, the U.S. military has aircraft, artillery and tanks, which directly offset this defect.

But there is no doubt that whoever occupies this piece of high and low hills will inevitably have a great tilt in the battle balance in Xiajieyu.

The next battle is likely to change from a siege battle to a highland battle.

"go!"

After most of the troops covered up, Xu Qing and Pinghe followed Yu Congrong's reconnaissance team and moved forward. The artillery positions of the US army were close at hand.

After walking a few hundred meters and passing through a small hill, they faintly saw a large circular position not far away lying on the only way forward.

"slower."

Xu Qing carefully crawled on the mountain, crawling forward bit by bit, not daring to show his head at all, the height of this area is really hard to hide.

But in order to get more news, everyone was extremely patient, and slowly climbed out a winding trail in the snow.

It wasn't until it was really impossible to go any further that Xu Qing quietly pulled Yu Congrong's trousers, and shook his head to signal:

"That's it!"

The other fighters stopped moving when they saw both of them stop.

Further down is a small river, the surface of which is frozen and smashed by American artillery fire, where the terrain can be seen at a glance.

Even if the visibility at night is not high, now is not the time to attack, even if there is only a small chance of being discovered, it cannot take the risk of delaying the big event.

"Is this the defense of the Americans? It's so damn strict!"

Yu Congrong lay on the snow, muttering softly.

Not only him, Xu Qing couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw the scene in front of him.

On the circular position in the distance, military fortifications were built everywhere. Thousands of sandbags were piled up around the entire line of defense to reinforce the defensive position. Tripwires, explosives, and concertina wire were also set up in front of it.

And a ring within a ring.

Behind the obstacles are simply built bunkers one by one, rows of machine guns, recoilless guns and a large number of mortar howitzers, behind the circular position, a crossfire point is built in all directions, without any dead ends!

Such an arrangement made him a little terrified!
In terms of strength on paper alone, their light firepower is at least several times that of the Volunteers, while the heavy firepower of the Volunteers is almost zero.

These are still the tip of the iceberg that Xu Qing saw, and the deeper things can only be vaguely seen under the moonlight.

But there is no doubt that after the battle last night, the U.S. military has already made preparations, and the defense of the entire Xiajieyu is armed to the teeth.

This is a great challenge for the volunteers!

Yu Congrong gritted his teeth: "It's too dark, I can't see clearly... Shall we move on?"

Xu Qing pressed his face against the snow, and said in a mosquito voice, "Don't. Wait a minute, I can see."

He has the best eyesight, and he has already kept the surrounding terrain and the general layout of the defensive circle in mind. Finally, when the spotlight of the US military is about to shine on this hill, he waved his hand silently:
"go!"

A group of people came quietly and left quietly.

They retracted carefully, then quickly returned to the position of the Seventh Company, and reported what they saw and the details of the US military.

The U.S. military was actually planning to retreat at this time. Their division commander Smith was very wise. Even though the firepower was fierce, he still cautiously decided to withdraw.

On this point, there was some speculation in the telegram from the headquarters, and at this moment, seeing the Americans deploying such fierce firepower near the airport, at no expense at all, confirmed this conjecture.

"Then what shall we do now? When will we fight?"

Yu Congrong rubbed his red hands.

The enemy's firepower was terrifying, and while he was shocked, he was a little emotional, but the victories along the way gave him incomparable confidence.

After listening to their report, Qianli pondered for a while: "The First Marine Division has exaggerated its firepower. It seems that they were afraid of fighting last night. They want to get back the ground."

Yu Congrong immediately said, "That won't work, it's absolutely impossible."

"That's right." Qianli said, "On the way, I contacted the Third Battalion. The troops we came from Xinxingli were mainly for side attack, and they were the reserve team. But I argued hard, we are now Having paid so much artillery fire from the Americans, it would be too bad not to fight one.”

Xu Qing nodded: "And now that the U.S. military has such strong firepower, if we don't fight, then more comrades in other troops will die. Can we discuss it with the chiefs?"

"No problem, I'll go and contact Lao Tan again, if not, report to the regiment headquarters!"

Everyone moved immediately.

Now is the time when night falls, and the volunteers are also ready to go and fight, but this time is still early, Xiajieyu is a crucial battle, and there are still many teams on the road, advancing quietly.

Time passed little by little like this, the night was like water, and heavy snow slowly began to fall.

At night, the temperature in North Korea dropped to the extreme again, and the U.S. military had long expected that the volunteers might attack at night. While they were trembling with fear, they also took every possible precaution.

For example, U.S. military planes, which didn't travel much at night, have been hovering in the sky this night.

At 21 o'clock at night, the temperature has stabilized at about minus 38 degrees. Everyone has seen the birth of the ice sculpture company. Even if there are not enough measures to keep warm, they have to hug each other one by one, lying in the snow while hiding and keeping warm.

Library times, library times, library times!

Everyone didn't look up, but out of the corner of their eye, they could see a propeller-shaped plane above their heads in the forest.

This is an S55 American helicopter flying over the forest.

The huge wind and the noise of the propellers resounded right above their heads.

"It's really endless..."

Xu Qing could even feel the whirling wind above his head blowing on him, and the snowflakes were falling and flying in all directions. It was the plane cruising close to the ground at an extremely low state!

He was lying in the snow, and he had already gripped his gun tightly. Although everyone was well disguised, no one could guarantee the possibility of being discovered.

Listening to the planes searching back and forth in the mountains and forests above them, while being extremely arrogant, it also showed the helplessness of the Americans who could not find volunteers at all.

"What kind of plane is this, how can it go straight up and down?"

Many soldiers saw it for the first time, and they were surprised.

Only Xu Qing here knows that this is a military helicopter, which has only been developed and put into use in this era. Except for the Americans, it is rare to see such an advanced aerial weapon.

In later generations, they were used to fight pesticides and travel, but now they are weapons of war.

But the sharp weapon didn't work, and the soldiers still couldn't be found.

Many Americans are still unwilling to believe that the Chinese are lying in the snow. They are even speculating whether the Chinese have mastered a new type of technological weapon?

But in fact, all the soldiers of the Volunteer Army.

Including Qilian, they were just lying in the snow blanket, motionless, quietly waiting for the moment of attack!
Many people were blown by the wind and frozen by the snow. Their whole bodies were trembling unconsciously, their faces were pale, and their blood circulation seemed to have stagnated.

Xu Qing looked at a soldier of the Seventh Company not far away, his expression was not quite right, so he quickly moved over carefully and pushed him:
"Are you OK?"

"No……"

That soldier is a veteran, but he has some unmentionable physical illnesses, and the fighting and traveling all night made his body a little overwhelmed, and he is a little sleepy at the moment.

Xu Qing immediately reminded him:
"Don't fall asleep, you can move right away!"

"Um...thank you."

The old soldier forced a smile, continued to pull himself together, and stared forward.

All Qilian were brave and good at fighting, but after lying in the snow for so long, anyone would get tired, so Xu Qing hurriedly reported to Qianli in a low voice, asking everyone to remind each other.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger. In the night, it was like ice knives scraping on the face, but I didn't feel much, because most of them had been numb from the cold.

Xu Qing looked at the pitch-black U.S. positions in the distance, and the sparse open flames were all extinguished as the night darkened.

Americans are afraid.

The Chinese are dormant.

Everyone seemed to have made a promise. They all knew that there would be a battle tonight, so they held their breath and waited in the dark night.

This is Xiajieyu at this moment.

A small, peaceful village, a place where people cannibalize, torture and freeze people, and a battlefield that is about to scatter the blood of the enemy!
(End of this chapter)