Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 150
around.

Shells and bombs fell on the high ground from time to time, the sound of explosions covered the sky, and the shrapnel flew. Xu Qing and the others were already used to it, but this "seventh company" was a little surprised by the madness of the American artillery fire.

The trenches are still solid, but dust is shaken off from time to time. The soldiers hold their guns and lower their heads, sitting around the crowded trenches. Most of them were wearing white cloth bandages, but it wasn't white anymore—it was all black.

Between breaths, the nostrils are full of dirty marl and gravel.

Xu Qing looked at the scene in front of him, but he wasn't too embarrassed. He quickly calmed down:
"Okay...then you must be careful. Our Seventh Company has been guarding here for more than five days. The Americans have never given up on this high ground. If they want to flee south from the airport, this is the most powerful ambush and siege position."

"Every time they go up the mountain to capture it, they will first attack with saturated artillery fire and air strikes, and then choose one or more sides from the three mountain ridges to attack..."

Xu Qing sat down again, and began to discuss with him in a low voice the combat experience of the past five days here.

Qilian didn't leave immediately.

Firstly, there were too many wounded, and the U.S. military planes were rampant, so they needed to rely on the dark and no artillery fire to transport them down the mountain safely; secondly, their new combat missions did not come down, and it happened to hand over all the experience here and the enemy's combat laws and trends one by one. , can help a little is a little.

In Xu Qing's eloquent narration, the sound of bombing was intermittent, lasted for half an hour, and finally fell silent.

Just as everyone relaxed slightly, after a while, the gunfire rang out again.

And it didn't end there. The Americans seemed to be furious after being repulsed. In the following night, they shelled several rounds one after another, and the established positions were quickly wiped out again.

The Americans didn't attack, they just harassed, but Xu Qing and Fang Guangchao didn't relax their vigilance, they watched and followed from time to time.

The two "seventh companies" spent the night under artillery fire and on guard.

……

Woo!
The next day, the enemy plane flew over early in the morning.

After the Americans set off a night of firecrackers, they immediately changed to new tricks.

This guy is a propaganda plane, not carrying a weapon, but slowly hovering over the mountain peak, constantly dropping leaflets near Dongshan Mountain along the way.There is also a radio on the port that is broadcasting Chinese, which is not standard:

"Chinese, you howl! Your boss is sloppy, as long as you let me die, many of you live in poor countries. I believe you have heard of the United States. There is so much sweetness here. Food, as long as you choose us, food, wealth, women, you have everything, you want to go to Wanwan, you want to go to Honggang, you can! Starting today, every day at midnight, we will accept you three kilometers outside the airport The surrender, Ni can come alone, or all of them..."

"Chinese, the mud howling..."

The loudspeaker was buzzing above the head, and the sound like a hair blast made many people's faces full of irritability.

Yu Congrong just woke up, he reached out his hand to pick his ear, and buttoned it: "This is so dark, what kind of stuff did the Americans play?"

"Shh..."

Xu Qing listened softly, the noise of the plane was very loud, and the broadcast was also very noisy, and he only heard it clearly when he lay down at the entrance of the cave.

He listened to it twice, and then grabbed a flyer floating in the air, with a serious face: there were pictures of roast chicken, cakes, American women with naked red lips, a lot of Chinese money patterns and simple propaganda.

Seeing this, Mei Sheng frowned tightly: "They are trying to attack their hearts."

Yu Congrong: "Can this thing still attack?"

Xu Qing sighed slightly: "I can't attack."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, he really wanted to vote... he didn't need to attack at all.

In history, there are also some armies that were simply incorporated and mixed after liberation. They did do some bad things during and after the Korean War... However, such people are a minority after all.

The 26th Army is an iron-clad Red Army team, soldiers who really shed their blood on the battlefield. They will never give up their identity, mission, country and honor because of these petty profits.

"—fucking Americans, they're farting!"

Over there, the room instructor also changed from yesterday's He Xu, and shouted at his subordinates: "Who the hell dares to throw in the past, I will be the first to let you go, and kill him with one shot!"

He even wanted to use the machine gun to crash the plane a few times, but he was held back by the soldiers - at this time, the gains outweigh the losses.

The plane continued to run in the sky, and the soldiers lay in the trenches and plugged their ears, gathered together to eat and replenish energy, and were ready for a new day's battle at any time.

Whoever believes that Americans are on their heads is a fool!
In this cold weather, the food for the big guys is still only frozen potatoes, equipped with a small amount of American canned food for sharing, and the personnel of the 26th Army don’t have many logistics resources with them. It’s still Xu Qing’s list of supplies from a few months ago. , Still can't afford a hot and full meal.

After a simple meal, they sat around in the trench and started shouting.

Last night, many soldiers in Fang Guangchao's team had their hands and feet frozen and unable to get up in the severe cold weather before they had time to open fire with the enemy.

The morale of many people seemed a little low.

Fang Guangchao growled:

"What are you doing? We are facing the US Marine Corps, which is called the 'Founding Fathers' by the Americans! Not only does it have a long history, but it also has rich experience in combat. Before this, it has never been defeated..."

"But our fraternal troops, the 27th interspersed company of the [-]th Army, they beat these guys to the core. The Americans fought countless times, but failed to win this once! Now it's our turn, the [-]th company, to go here, Are you just going to tell me that?"

"Our seventh company came out of Shandong. It is an assault company, and it is an attacking tiger company! We brought the equipment supported by the Soviet Union and the trust of the leaders. Let me tell you—this time, no matter what, the American devils must be killed. Get down, do you have the confidence!?"

"Have!"

"The [-]th Assault Company, are there any cowards!?"

"no!"

"What if the position is lost!?"

"See you on the head!"

"burn--"

Then, Xu Qing saw that the "Seventh Company" silently burned all family letters, documents, maps, diaries, and all things with words, just like they did a few days ago - they broke the boat and fought to the death everything is ready.

Even if they all fell here, they would not leave any trace of useful information to the enemy.

Listening to the constant voices of lectures, Xu Qing sighed slightly, and got up to check the wounds of the wounded.

He and the hygienist took water and asked everyone to take medicine regularly, and then he looked at Qianli's condition. The high fever subsided as expected, but he was still very weak and hadn't woken up yet.

In the following day, the U.S. military did not give up the offensive, continued bombardment, and organized a large number of soldiers to continuously test and attack. After yesterday, they were no longer sure about the combat readiness of the volunteers on the mountain.

Near the evening, the Americans organized another attack on the mountain. The sky was full of gunfire, but the personnel dynamics were not very active, and they were quickly repelled by the two "seven companies".

Because they were worried that the Americans would feign left and right after the shelling, they kept sending scouts to observe carefully, and this inevitably brought casualties...

After the war, on the way back up the mountain, four soldiers from the Seventh Company of the [-]th Regiment were accidentally hit by shells and buried under the collapsed ditch, with thick soil covering their bodies.

Xu Qing greeted Yu Congrong, Liu Zhiyi, Ping He, and seven or eight people hurried over to help. A group of people knelt on the ground and dug with shovels and hands, looking for them under the bottomless soil layer.

"Quick, save him, save him, save him quickly... the second squad leader!"

"Are you still angry?! Squeak, squeak! Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep!"

"Hold on, hold on..."

A few minutes later, the mound was completely dug out, revealing several human faces with their eyes closed peacefully.

Xu Qing stopped: "Let go."

"……died."

This is the team's first day in the game.

evening.

The Seventh Company has already started to pack their luggage. Thanks to several waves of attacks by the US military, the equipment, guns and ammunition that they forcibly seized have been supplemented to a certain extent. Although it is not yet abundant, it is enough to fight a few more battles.

Fang Guangchao noticed the movement and came over:

"You are leaving?"

"Yes."

Xu Qing nodded, "We can't delay any longer, we will leave at midnight."

Their telephone lines were blown up long ago, and they switched to radios again, but the temperature dropped extremely quickly, and the radio stations were seriously interfered with. The signal has been intermittent for the past two days, and they have lost contact with their superiors, and they cannot call for combat orders.

Waiting any longer is just futile. They still have a large number of wounded who need to be sent to the frontline hospital for treatment.We must go down the mountain.

That night.

Xu Qing fastened his bags and backpacks, and the soldiers carried their firearms and equipment, and carried the seriously wounded on homemade crude wooden stretchers, carrying them manually, and prepared to set off one by one.

Fang Guangchao looked around: "Comrade Wanli, we are all in the Seventh Company, and hope to see each other again in the future."

"treasure!"

"treasure!"

Qilian filed out of the trench, took advantage of the moonlight, and hurried down the mountain.

In the cold night, the soldiers were injured and their hands and feet were not good. Even if they were prepared, the speed of the trek slowed down a lot.

Walking halfway up the mountain, I walked to the fortification originally occupied by the US military. There are still some corpses that have not been cleaned up, lying vertically near the stone ravine.

The cold moonlight shone on the hard frozen ground. Xu Qing turned his head while walking, watching them fight and fight with the Americans, defending and defending the broken place, and his heart was extremely complicated.

far away.

The highland is still the highland with a quiet posthumous title, but an unknown number of bloodstains and corpses have been buried under the snow peak, and how many still screams before death have been frozen.Surrounded by mountain peaks, you can still see sparks at Xiajieyuli Airport, and even mottled colorful lights faintly flickering, which are the Christmas decorations of the Americans, but here the cold wind howls, and the soldiers are full of chilblains. With swollen palms, he carefully descended the steep slope with dozens of kilograms of equipment on his back.

Between the river and the peak, there are two different worlds.

"stop!"

The further you go down, the more likely you will encounter American soldiers stalking and ambushing. Xu Qing waved silently, and the team squatted down carefully, and quickly checked the ammunition here.

He pulled out the bayonet, the moonlight shone on the bayonet, and the silver light flowed slowly, white and smooth.

For whom does the bell toll?Who is my blood and knife drawn for?

He shook his head.

The answer is actually not in him, but in the enemy they faced... every knife, every gun collided in the flames.

It was bumpy and bumpy, and he walked down the mountain carefully for more than half an hour. Maybe it was because of the bumps, or maybe it was the effect of the medicine. He woke up slowly during the five-thousand-mile transfer. The surrounding crowd was a little lost.

The first thing he said when he woke up, he looked at Xu Qing:

"Did we hold it?"

Xu Qing looked at the moon, then at the towering high ground, and could vaguely see the soldiers who replaced them squatting on duty at night—there was another "Seventh Company" continuing to hold on there.

He said softly, "Hold it."

(End of this chapter)