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Chapter 114 When the Whistle Sounds

"Move, move, move!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, the Chinese are coming!"

At night, the artillery positions on the periphery of Xiajieyu were still quietly busy. Cars drove over with a large amount of ammunition. The Americans kept strengthening their defenses and continued to strengthen the fortifications.

The battle last night made them feel that it was still not safe, so they pulled some of the still intact troops who had just retreated to the airport to act as a defense.

Now the ammunition boxes are being urgently moved down one by one for immediate distribution.

"Sir, are the Chinese really coming?"

An American lieutenant jumped out of the car in a hurry, put his rucksack on his back, walked a few steps behind the defensive sand pile, and heard a soldier behind him chasing him and asking.

He turned his head in surprise: "Are you kidding? North Korea is full of Chinese now."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at his soldier. His clothes were intact and his spirits were quite uplifted, as if he had never fought a war.

He frowned and asked:
"What's your name?"

"Jason."

"Very well, little Jack, stand up straighter for me."

"Sir, it's Jason..."

"stand at attention--"

Jason had no choice but to stand up straight and stand at attention.

"Boy, are you a deserter? Haven't been on the battlefield for the past two days?"

"Sir! No... two days ago, I had diarrhea and was sent to the post-war hospital for a few days..."

"So you're having fun in the hospital while we're holding back those damn Chinese?"

"It's not, sir, it's very hard to be sick..."

"You worked hard? Come with me—"

Bob was a little angry when he heard what the smiling guy said. He grabbed Jason by the back of the neck with one hand, dragged his thin body halfway on the ground, and walked forward for a while to the back of a sand trench.

A group of soldiers who had just withdrawn were sitting around here, and they all looked over curiously.

boom.

Jason was thrown onto the sandbag, and Bob wrenched his head hard.

"Look! Keep your eyes open! Do you see these soldiers? They just came back from other places, all of them were swollen and bleeding from the cold, their gloves, cotton trousers, and military uniforms were torn in battle, and their down was exposed. And look at yourself, damn it! You still wear perfume, don't you? Are you still in the mood to laugh and laugh?"

"Let me tell you, the Chinese will definitely come tonight. Little Jack, you have had a good time for a few days, it's time to play a role. You are here today. I must kill two Chinese! Otherwise, it is not allowed." Go to the battlefield, understand?"

The young Jason was stunned for a moment, and then recalled: "Sir, I am willing to accept, but my name is not Jack..."

"Jason, Jack's son is Jack Jr."

"Is something wrong?"

Jason: "No..."

"If you don't, get up!"

Lieutenant Bob released Jason.

What he said was very tough, but when he looked at the listless team behind him, he felt a little powerless.

These are all soldiers from his group.

But they are all soldiers who were scattered and fled in various places. There are infantry, artillery, and mechanical companies. Some are injured, and some are even scared. Several were rescued.

According to the internal distribution of the US military, if it is normal, this kind of soldier cannot go to the battlefield immediately for the time being.

But now the organization is chaotic, and these wandering soldiers can only be formed into temporary teams to make full use of them.

"Hey, bro?"

Jason was not shy after sitting down, and directly caught the veterans who seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and asked curiously:
"You've all fought the Chinese already? Are they really coming tonight..."

"It will come."

"They are like demons in the night, always popping up where we least expect them."

"But our planes are patrolling the ground all day, how can they hide from our gaze in the sky?"

"I'm afraid only God can know..."

"Have you ever seen a Chinese?"

Jason shook his head: "No."

"No wonder, neither have I."

Jason saw that the speaking soldier was wrapped with a bandage on his arm: "Then you..."

"Everyone heard that hundreds of thousands of Chinese were calling again, and they were all running away in a hurry. I jumped out of the car and accidentally fell, haha!"

This is a soldier in a British company.

He seemed upbeat, not at all embarrassed by it, the soldiers around him stayed away from him, and Jason thought he was kind of funny.

"I'm lucky that I didn't see any Chinese."

The soldier smiled and shook his head.

Then several soldiers were brought over by Lieutenant Bob one after another, joined their team, heard their conversation, and came to say hello:

"Hey, where did you all come from?"

"Liu Pond."

"Gutuli."

"I came from Zhenxing.

Suddenly someone asked:
"Is there no one from Xinxing?"

These soldiers looked at each other and raised their heads to look at each other, but for a long time, none of the soldiers from Xinxingli stood up, and everyone was discussing in low voices what the situation was.

A soldier from the artillery company who was originally stationed here walked by nearby. Bob quickly grabbed him and asked, "Friend, do you know when the Xinxingli troops will arrive?"

"Xinxingli... you mean the soldiers of the 31st Regiment?"

After hearing his words, the passing soldier was a little surprised, and then remembered that these people had just arrived here not long ago, and they didn't know the situation yet.

He had no choice but to explain patiently: "Sir, please let me go first."

"Ok, okay." Bob realized that he was rude.

The artillery soldier tidied up his clothes, and said, "Unfortunately, sir, we have no troops in Xinxingli—you are all."

"What? What do you mean?"

He had a bad premonition in his heart.

"That's what you think - we don't have a polar bear group anymore."

Their conversation was quickly noticed by everyone.

Such news spread among the soldiers who were about to meet the crazy Chinese attack, and immediately caused a commotion and anxiety.

For them, almost everywhere they went in the past two days was the sound of guns and Chinese, but they couldn't tell the difference between North Koreans and Chinese at all.

After waiting day and night, all the American soldiers had doubts, apprehensions, and even unknown fears in the dark. Wherever they went, there were rumors from the Chinese.

I didn't expect to hear such bad news again when I returned to the airport.

Yes.

Huge bad news...

Many soldiers showed disbelief on their faces.

"What regiment is the 31st regiment?" Jason asked.

He was a little unclear.

The soldier who replied shook his head dejectedly, and poured the scotch whiskey into his mouth:

"Boy, you haven't heard of the 31st Regiment, but you must have heard of the Polar Bear Regiment. They fought in Siberia and crossed the European battlefield. They are the best regiment of our Tenth Army..."

"Then why is it gone?"

After finishing speaking, Jason realized that he had asked a stupid question.

But he still looked at everyone unwillingly: "Are the Chinese so powerful?"

He was a little dazed and a little scared.

There are tens of thousands of reasons for joining the army in the United States. Some like to watch Captain America, some just want to get some army salary, and he wants to get ahead.

Before today, he still imagined that he would make great achievements on the battlefield, and go back to show those neighbors in the community who looked down on him a good look at his current strength.

But no one answered, and no one acknowledged it.

... Their silence is an answer.

These American soldiers did not look down on the Chinese in their hearts, but they had to admit that the Chinese army had caused them great trouble and harm.

These disbanded officers and soldiers who retreated from Liutanli, Gutuli, and Zhenxingli to Xiajieyuli are undoubtedly the best evidence.

They traveled all night, under the desperate resistance of the volunteer army, they were exhausted one by one, and they had almost no rest. At this time, they had to continue to be careful to guard against another attack by the Chinese.

Some were dozing off, some were drinking to paralyze themselves, one guy was talking to his companions, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice:
"I wish I had known that the Chinese had been shot yesterday, and I could have flown home early!"

Everyone was moved when they heard his words.

Because the soldiers who retreated to Xiajieyu together before, the wounded were bandaged and sent to the plane, and sent back to Japan or the United States to recuperate.

And precisely because they were not injured and still capable of fighting, they were reorganized and returned to the team, and were immediately sent here by a large truck.

Second Lieutenant Bob frowned and said: "Don't hold this idea, soldier! You must know that these Chinese are not so simple, their bullets will not just scratch your butt, they will hit your heart hard , let you die!"

The fluke mentality that the soldiers had just set off was immediately extinguished.

Jason clutched his heart subconsciously and shivered - that feeling was too bad.

"Cheer up, cheer me up! Now that we're here, you must persevere. With our firepower on such a position, we will be safe tonight, trust me!"

Listening to Bob's words, Jason was so excited to fight.

But listening to the lamenting veterans around me, it sounds...the Chinese army is so terrifying.

In his original impression, Chinese people should all be very humble and respectful people.Because when he was in San Francisco, that was the impression given to him by the Chinese around him.

But in the mouths of these colleagues, the Chinese one by one seemed to be transformed into hell demons, like fighting machines, beating them to pieces.

Jason looked at the rifle in his hand in disbelief. It was so exquisite that it could be called the top work of military technology.

he asks:

"what time is it now?"

"It's already ten o'clock at night."

"They haven't come yet."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and approached the nearest officer Bob with a shy face: "When will our battle start? Can't we fight it in advance?"

"Stop dreaming."

Bob shook his head.

"Then what are the characteristics of the Chinese attack? Let's just wait..."

"I heard that they have a kind of horn, but I have never seen it. But we have all heard that their Chinese horns are sharp, very slender, and some are like our reed pipes, which are very beautiful...Of course more The situation is a call to death!"

"No matter how powerful the Chinese trumpet is, it is just a trumpet, but we have guns..."

Despite self-hypnosis, Jason couldn't help but ask immediately every few minutes.

Bob answered him patiently at first, but later he became irritable:

"Okay, focus on yourself, soldier?"

"Come on, come on, don't rush..."

"Shut up!"

"Don't touch me. Don't ask me (don't touch me, don't bother me)!"

Jason made fun of himself, so he sat down by himself.

After waiting for another half an hour, there was no movement around.

And some soldiers around couldn't bear it anymore, they were drowsy, lying behind the sandbags with their guns on their heads.

And Jason was also a little nervous. It was already late at night, and if the spotlights were not turned on in the distance, he could hardly see anyone. However, such darkness made him feel a little scared unconsciously.

He looked out carefully from the fortifications built by sandbags in the trench, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

The snow fell very heavily tonight, there was no moon in the sky, and everything seemed to be in darkness. Their positions had direct spotlights hanging in all directions, and they could only illuminate people and things in the middle and short distances.

Just as he was thinking so, a bold soldier next to him also made some changes:
"They're here!"

A guy had a nightmare and suddenly yelled, "The Chinese are coming!"

Everyone picked up their guns in a panic, and someone immediately fired in fright, and the muzzle of the gun fired several times at the sandbags and the sky.

Bang bang bang.

A few sporadic gunshots woke up the American soldiers on the entire position.

"Fuck!"

But soon everyone found out that something was wrong.The wild snow field outside was silent, and all the movements were caused by them.

Bob stood up and pushed the panicked soldier's head into the snow: "You bitch! I'm going to put your head in your ass, won't you turn off the insurance..."

Jason watched Officer Bob standing up and cursing, and subconsciously muttered: "It's easy to expose..."

Just when he thought so.

A cold bullet suddenly floated in from the night, from a long distance, hit the front in the ice and snow, and hit Bob's forehead without a sound.

The gunfire hadn't come through yet.

But the next moment, Bob groaned and fell to the ground with an extremely soft voice.

The scolded soldier didn't know yet.

The others watched Bob fall to the ground suddenly, but they didn't react.

But the next moment, Mimi first wrote from his forehead and cheeks, and a soldier immediately wanted to help him up...

As soon as Bob was turned over, he turned his back to reveal the muzzle of the gun on his forehead.

"No, the second lieutenant is dead!"

Only then did the soldiers react in horror.

"Why? It was fine just now..."

Jason looked at the gun in his hand, a little confused.

How could the officer who was still yelling at him just now die?Where did the bullet come from...

Could it be that I lost my temper?
Just when he was feeling flustered and trembling for a while because of Bob's sudden death: on the distant mountains, in the snow, in the jungle and even in unknown ravines, suddenly there were bursts of sharp whistle sounds rise--

Beep beep!Beep beep beep! ! !

The soldiers didn't have time to feel sad for the death of their only temporary commander. Immediately after the first bullet came out, a large number of gunfire rushed over from the distant mountains.In Xiajieyu, which was still silent just now, a nest exploded in an instant:

"The Chinese are coming—they're really coming!"

Shouts of horror immediately spread throughout the entire battlefield.

(End of this chapter)