The heavens start from Changjin Lake

After listening to Commander Wei’s report, the boss had no choice but to wait. He hoped that the [-]th Division could break through with his own strength. He finally said on the phone: “Wei Heping, remember, it’s just one sentence, try your best to rescue the [-]th Division. Hainan Zhongjingbei also asked me many times. If you have any difficulties, just call me. Now the Central Committee is also very concerned about the movements of the [-]th Division.”

Commander Wei immediately replied: "Yes, please rest assured, boss, I will report to you as soon as I have any news."

As soon as Commander Wei hung up the boss's phone, he immediately ordered: "Come on, I want to talk to Lao Zheng."

Handing over the microphone, Commander Wei held it tightly in his hand and shouted loudly: "Zheng Xianjun, Zheng Xianjun, can you hear me?"

Master Zheng's voice came from the microphone: "Commander, it's me, I can hear you very clearly."

After a few days, they finally joined the [-]th Division. Commander Wei took a deep breath and said, "How's the situation? Why are you only contacting me now?"

There was not much time left for Master Zheng, and he said straightforwardly: "Commander, the situation is very bad now. The troops have shifted and there is no radio station that works. Now I use a US military machine that has just been dismantled and reassembled to call you. Moreover, I suspect that the enemy has radio detection equipment tracking us. It is very dangerous. I will contact you as soon as possible."

Commander Wei said: "Okay, you must pay attention to safety, how is the army?"

Teacher Zheng replied: "The enemy is still continuing to narrow the encirclement of our division. The distance between battles has become shorter and shorter. It is too dangerous. In the past two days, I have led the troops to fight repeatedly with the US Tenth Army. Now all the commanding heights have fallen into the enemy's hands. The soldiers are extremely tired and their ammunition is almost exhausted. They have no ability to regain the commanding heights."

The U.S. Army is very close to the main force of the division. Commander Wei can clearly hear the sound of guns in the microphone. Judging from his years of combat experience, the sound is not as severe as in the past. From the clarity, it can be judged that Zheng Xianjun's division command post is in the battle area.

Commander Wei continued to ask, "How are the casualties?"

Commander Zheng said: "After protruding the second encirclement circle, I can only control more than a thousand people. There are too many casualties in the fierce battle. I feel that the strength of the U.S. Tenth Army is doubling, and their firepower is also doubling. There are also many lost companies. Commander Wei, I don't have time. Just now the city party committee held an emergency meeting of the fire line and decided to take advantage of the night tonight to divide the four arrows parallel to the earth.

Commander Wei grabbed the map on the table, gestured twice with his hand on the interspersed arrows, and immediately said: "We will unify the decision of your department. You should continue to organize troops and concentrate on breaking out in the direction of Shicangli. I have urged the [-]th Division and the [-]st Division to attack the periphery of Shicangli many times, and then respond to you."

Master Zheng said: "On behalf of the commanders and fighters of the whole division, I would like to thank Commander Wei and the heads of the military department. I will not let you down. Commander, due to the current conditions, I can no longer assimilate with you frequently. I will report to the military department when I have the opportunity."

There was a burst of noisy voices from the microphone, followed by Master Zheng's shout, which floated over the microphone with a bit of urgency: "Too bad, Commander, now another enemy is outflanking my command post, hang up first."

Commander Wei finally emphasized in the microphone: "Military Xian, you must pay attention to safety. I want to see you alive. Now the army has full power to be directly decided by you!"

Mr. Zheng only said 'yes', and then there was no more sound.

The current battle situation is undergoing tremendous changes every minute and every second.

As early as the morning of the 27th, the U.S. Army had already captured Shicangli, Huachuan and other places. In order to meet the [-]th Division, the [-]th Division and the [-]st Division continued to launch a desperate charge against the U.S. blocking positions, just like sea water hitting the coast.

However, the enemy's blocking firepower is really fierce. Whether it is the [-]th Division or the [-]st Division, the firepower configuration of the two divisions is far inferior to that of the US military. A company has more than two US light and heavy machine guns. The number of light machine guns, bazooka, mortars, etc. is not excluded.The [-]th Division is also facing huge casualties. The commander of the [-]th Division constantly receives casualty statistics from the various offensive units on the front line. As the battle progresses, this number changes every moment.

"We must take down the enemy's position. This is related to the safety of the [-]th Division and requires artillery support. Okay, I will let the artillery fight another round."

"Huge casualties? Huge casualties must be withstood!"

"Reinforcements are coming soon, if you persist, you will win!"

The division headquarters of the [-]th Division was noisy, and the battle situation on the front line was becoming more and more tense. They had been advancing for a day, but the progress was still slow. The commander of the [-]th Division felt that he had more energy than his strength, but when he thought that the [-]th Division was still surrounded by the enemy, he did not dare to stop for a moment.

The No. 60 Army’s military headquarters had difficulty grasping the changes on the front line in a timely manner. The means of communication were too backward, and the American artillery fire was particularly fierce. Therefore, the [-]th Division encountered stubborn resistance on the outskirts of Shicangli.

It was cloudy at first, and with the strong wind blowing, the soldiers were shivering with cold.

Unfortunately, the weather was not good, and at this time it was raining lightly again, drenching everyone. If there was something good about the rain, it was that the raindrops fell on the leaves of the trees, and the sound of hitting the ground covered the marching footsteps and blurred the sound of the surrounding artillery fire.In this way, the enemies chasing us would not be able to hear us, but since we haven’t eaten for so many days, our body’s calories have long been exhausted.

However, the desire to survive and the belief that persistence is victory are still burning in everyone's chest. The soldiers have exerted their physical abilities to the limit, reaching the highest among human beings.

As General Liang recalled, compared with the US military, our soldiers' ability to endure hardships and stand hard work far exceeds them.

The comrades in the Quartermaster Department sighed as they walked. They regretted that when the division commander ordered the large luggage to be thrown away, they should have left those two bags of luggage, which contained a lot of rainproof bamboo hats, but how could everyone share those things.

In the rear, after discussion by the division heads, the independent battalion served as the blocking force to contain the enemy.

The artillerymen of the U.S. Army are still firing cold cannons one after another. After the shells explode, the soldiers nearby can still feel the heat. Everyone smiles, laughing at the inaccuracy of the enemy’s shells. However, some people say that the enemy sent us the "cannonball stove". Everyone is just having fun in bitterness. This is also the spirit of revolutionary optimism of our officers and soldiers.

There was neither a rallying call nor organized mobilization. Only everyone encouraged each other to break through to the northwest. During the march, everyone also brought out the spirit of the Red Army’s Long March, encouraged each other, picked wild vegetables, picked leaves to satisfy their hunger, supported and encouraged each other, and followed the main force of the division. Thousands of people crowded in a ravine that was only one kilometer wide, and the marching speed was extremely slow.

Many exhausted fighters fell to the ground along the way, leaning against trees to rest in the rain. Passing fighters encouraged them, and these fighters would always say: "You go first, I will rest."

But many people know that it’s okay to grit your teeth and keep walking, but once you lie down and rest, it’s over.

However, there are too many people who are physically exhausted. If they don't eat for a week, how can they still have the strength to walk.

There were also many lesbians from the art troupe in the team. They used the water bottles on their bodies to pick up the water drops hanging from the leaves and grass, and then brought them to the wounded to drink. The seriously wounded couldn’t move, so they threw off the comrades of the stretcher team who carried them. They asked for two grenades and held them in their arms.

The seriously wounded were all aware of this in their hearts, and no one complained. It was only after the large army gradually moved away that they trembled and cried out, and began to miss home and their relatives.

After crying for a while, I have no strength to cry anymore. Some seriously wounded will lie in the grass, open their mouths to catch the water droplets on the grass and trees, drink some water and still have strength, and when they leave, they will take a few American troops with them. This is also to relieve the pressure for the main force of the division.

Some people were so tired that they fell to the ground and fell asleep, and when they woke up, there were no large troops.

After all, they are human beings, not gods.

In the blocking position at the rear, the independent battalion led by Xia Yuan fought bloody battles. Artillery fire and gunpowder smoke enveloped the sky, and the raindrops were black when they fell, and fell coldly on the soldiers' cheeks, but they could not extinguish the residual heat of the battlefield. The temperature of the battlefield was still rising.

The bullet passed through the smoky battlefield and sank into the wet and warm soil.

"Damn, Wu boy, keep an eye on your side, a platoon of U.S. troops has touched it."

"Wang Beard, I saw it, I need fire support."

"Grenade, get me a grenade!"

The enemy's attack became particularly violent. Throwing grenades continued to explode on the position blocked by the independent battalion, splashing mud and gravel everywhere, and in the continuous smoke of gunfire, the machine gunner held the bullets constantly flying over his head, listening to the deafening roar, braved the falling stones and mud, and operated the heavy machine gun to shoot at the rushing enemy.

The machine gunner operating the machine gun was constantly knocked down by the splashing shrapnel from the enemy's artillery fire, and soldiers would rush up next to him and continue to control the machine gun. This relay method allowed the flames of the machine gun to continue, spewing out barrage after barrage, piercing through the gunpowder smoke that stretched for hundreds of meters, letting out bursts of roaring, and using unstoppable force to cross the explosion that would set off the soil at any time, forming an impenetrable firepower network, giving the soldiers fighting in the front line time to fight back.

In the forward position, more than [-] people from the independent first battalion, third company and second platoon, led by Sun Sijia, the former third platoon leader of the machine gun company, who blocked the enemy in the forward position, faced the enemy's crazy attack and suffered huge casualties.

"We have to use our lives to buy more time for the troops behind. The foreign devils want to attack our position unless they step over our corpses first!"

Sun Sijia's face was scorched black, and there was only one big eye with whites in it, and the eyes stared, looking a little scary.

More than a dozen soldiers, including five or six wounded, were wrapped in bandages. The bandages were stained with blood and covered with black mud. They held guns and squatted on the ground, without the slightest timidity in their eyes.

At present, the Independent Battalion, as the last combat force of the [-]th Division, is on its own and has opened up a battle line that is several kilometers long. The three companies are forced to separate and stick to the highlands to the southwest of Yingfeng. Of course, this is not an order from the division commander, but from Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan discussed with Yang Nanzhen that the terrain to the southwest of Eagle Peak is more complicated, and there are steep mountains and forests in the depths. The enemy tanks can't get up, and they can get in with a little effort. Even if they don't know if they can get out, it is much better than staying in the US encirclement.

"Old Yang, now you take the artillery platoon and the second company to chase the main force of the division!"

The fighting became more and more fierce, Xia Yuan knew better than anyone else that if the independent battalion did not retreat, it would be exhausted by the US military sooner or later.

Let Lao Yang go after the main force of the division, not only to protect them.

Yang Nanzhen was also stubborn. He held the big eight bullets and fired back at the enemy. The eight bullets were quickly exhausted. He grinned his teeth, as if he didn't hear it: "Two of the eight bullets were hit, and the marksmanship is still not as good as yours."

After a while, Xia Yuan didn't say anything, Yang Nanzhen turned his head and saw that Xia Yuan was looking at him straight.

"Xia Yuan, now that the battle is at this level, how can I leave with more than half of the people!" Yang Nanzhen suddenly became anxious, "I can't leave, and I won't leave, I want to stay on the ground."

He didn't know why Xia Yuan asked him to withdraw at such a critical time.

"We can't stop this wave of U.S. troops, we can only delay. It doesn't matter how many people stay on the ground. The more you stay, the more you sacrifice, and the less you stay, the less you sacrifice."

Xia Yuan grabbed Yang Nanzhen's clothes and said solemnly: "Many soldiers of the Independent Battalion followed me all the way here from the rear. I promised them that I would take them out and walk out alive." (End of this chapter)