Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 122 Our battle never stops!
Public opinion in the Western world is boiling, but the battle will not be affected by this, and it is still continuing anxiously.

"There is an enemy on the right front!"

boom!
After the Seventh Company moved its position, Xu Qing, Song Weiguo, and Ping He continued to snipe with their rifles on the position. When they encountered a small group of enemy troops, they directly attacked with bayonets from left to right.

There are hundreds or even thousands of three-person combat teams like them.

Fighting bayonets, fighting bullets, throwing grenades, using your body as bait, biting and rolling all over the ground...

kill kill kill!

Various fighting styles are presented on the battlefield!

The southeast side of the U.S. defense was attacked by the Seventh Company, but more and more of their tanks also found a suitable place to start exerting their strength.

Xu Qing fought all the way, except for close combat, trying to blind these enemy tanks, making their firepower nowhere to be released.

He used periscopes, bombed the tracks with grenades, and thwarted the tanks. He destroyed more than a dozen enemy tanks, but there were too many around them and he still couldn't stop them.

American heavy weapons emerge in endlessly, crocodile tanks, howitzers, rocket launchers, mortars, anti-aircraft rifles...they are spread all over the whole land, cooperate with supplementary defense, and send out the power that makes the world pale!
This is not his battle alone, there are thousands of enemy soldiers, thousands of heavy firearms, tens of thousands of bullets and shells everywhere!
It is difficult for a single soldier like him to do his best.

Not only that, many soldiers of the 58th Division are using explosives and grenades to conduct close-in assault blasts, trying to blow up these tanks and artillery.

...but this method is very difficult.

The American commander seems to have some background, he is very smart, and seems to be somewhat familiar with the volunteer army's combat mode-the guerrilla tactics of encircling, dividing and annihilating and close sprinting.

These somewhat terrified American soldiers began to fight and retreat in an orderly manner under one order after another, trying their best not to let the volunteers approach their frontal team, turned around and ran after the fight, and then continued to block with artillery fire from a distance.

The overall situation of the battle, from the beginning when the volunteers advanced by leaps and bounds and tore open the gaps in the positions, is now in a state of sticking like glue.

Boom, boom, boom...

Thousands of shells were fired from midnight to early morning.

This is definitely not an exaggerated figure, but a scene that Xu Qing has actually seen.

At the beginning of the battle, there were always shells flying in this circular position, but at first it was the shells of the volunteers, and then the shells of the Americans who reacted!

The muzzles of these heavy firearms shot out one after another of the urging weapons, shooting and bombing in the direction of the volunteers in the rear, even if there was no vision, blind shooting was still very lethal.

The surrounding land was plowed into a horrible appearance at the beginning of the scene, the land was turned over, and the layer of snowflakes covering the ground was wiped out, and there was no way to recover it!

The nearby North Korean mountains were originally scattered with trees, bushes and stones, but they were all blown up and burned under the heavy shelling. The bald hill!
The frozen soil of the entire mountain seemed to have been plowed once. The mountain looked like a field that had been plowed and loosened in the spring of the south of the Yangtze River.

And behind the blood-stained position is the airport, and the continuous night is bright red and clear by the sound of guns, as if it were daytime.

From one side of the position, one can faintly see half of the airport.

From time to time, Xu Qing saw that their squadron of soldiers bravely went deep into the edge of the airport alone, some carrying explosive packs, some carrying grenades, crossing the range of the position and attacking the airport, trying to destroy the runway and the plane.

But there are still too few such teams, most of them just approached or entered the airport, and were knocked to the ground by the machine guns of the defense line there like a wind blowing.

The battlefield in the four fields is full of horrors, corpses, blood, shells, flames...

It became a pot of chaotic porridge boiled with the blood of hundreds of families!
After such a battle went on for several hours.

at this time.

The snow in the sky gradually became smaller, and the sky gradually became paler. It was only at two or three o'clock in the morning, when the moon was bright and the stars were clear, the sky began to brighten.

During the day, it is dominated by US military aircraft.

In the eyes of the Volunteers, this is not a good sign. If we lose the night, we will lose a very important cover.

When the sky was bright, the roar of the plane's engine could be heard faintly in the darkness.

The roar was not so clear on the battlefield at first, but when Xu Qing raised his head, he could see a dozen or so dark figures from Yuan Ji faintly passing by in the sky, flying towards this side at high speed!

His pupils shrank sharply.

Wu Qianli also saw:
"No, the enemy plane is coming!"

It seemed to confirm their thoughts, those planes flew over quickly, but they kept circling over the battlefield, and did not drop the shells immediately.

"Don't panic, we are with the Americans, they dare not drop bombs!"

Xu Qing looked around.

At this time, a large part of the volunteer army was entangled with the enemy and attacked each other. They were so close that they could not accurately determine the target.

All the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief to each other.

Qianli immediately blew the whistle:

"Continue to fight close to the body! Don't let the plane take advantage of it—"

More and more planes flew over, and they were unable to bomb, so they began to detour to the rear of the Volunteer Army, trying to bomb the Chinese troops behind.

The Americans also saw their plane coming, and with the cooperation of the plane, they began to evacuate happily to the rear in a planned way.

The volunteers tried their best to catch up, but the team's mobility was too poor to keep up with the speed of the tanks and cars. Only some enemies were left behind, and a large number of US troops had already broken through.

As a result, everyone could only watch the infantry retreat under the threat of aircraft shells, leaving only rows of tanks still bombing in the direction of the volunteers, blocking their attack.

"How to do?"

Qilian gathered again, everyone was black-headed, with blood and battle marks on their bodies and faces, almost none of them were complete.

Xu Qing looked back.

They have already entered one side of the position. Although they failed to use the initial gap to break into the enemy's interior, most of the entire circular position has been captured, including many of our soldiers on the nearby high ground.

Only a small group of U.S. Marines remained, continuing to fight under the cover of artillery fire.

But Xu Qing was slightly uneasy.

Because the planes are still circling not far from the sky, once all the U.S. troops withdraw and cannot attack them in close quarters, these fighter jet groups will inevitably bomb them on a large scale!
Qianli is equally serious.

He looked at the heavens with prudence:
"We're probably going to retreat too."

Yu Congrong quickly contacted the regiment headquarters, called and called on the radio, and sent and sent on the radio. The final result was: to avoid the plane and not stay in the position for the time being.

Because at this time the volunteers did not have any more logistical supplies to support them to hold their positions.

Enemy planes hovered in the distant mountains, some dropped airdrops and escorted the retreating ground troops away, while some seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The battlefield is on the sidelines, and the battle situation is changing.

After the seventh company captured the circular position, it immediately switched defenses according to the order.

Taking advantage of the still dark sky, they handed over position defense with a battalion of the 58th Division, retreated a few miles, and quickly hid in the mountains to avoid the reconnaissance and visitation of the plane.

But this kind of rest is only short-lived. On the battlefield, except for avoiding planes, there is no idle moment, and no moment can have a rest.

There are also a large number of reserve teams around to form guerrilla scattered teams, looking for opportunities to fight on the position.

Everyone looked at the sky, full of unwillingness.

How resolute they fought last night, how unwilling they are to withdraw now.

The Seventh Company is just a small company. They can play a certain role in the war, but a large number of volunteer troops are the main force on this battlefield.

They rested for less than 10 minutes. Xu Qing just took out a can of soybeans from an American and shared food with everyone when he saw Yang Gensi walking over with a gun.

Now there was the sound of the plane engine faintly overhead, and after he came over, he immediately lay down in the snow trembling.

Looking around, Yang Gensi punched Xu Qing:
"Where's your brother?"

Knowing that he was asking about Wu Qianli, Xu Qing shook his head:

"It should be to report the task."

The night of fighting has hardly stopped, and the seventh company and a second echelon reserve team have become the main attacking team, which has completely surpassed the task itself.

After they rest, they may continue to fight, or they may accept other tasks according to the orders of the division headquarters.

"Excellent, your seven consecutive fights are good enough!"

Yang Gensi had his hands folded in his sleeves, and he had many battle scars on his body. In the battle at night, he led his three companies to fight in and out, fighting desperately.

But at this moment, it seemed that the thin Company Commander Yang smiled very kindly, he couldn't see the bravery on the battlefield at all, he didn't look like a soldier, but like an old man basking in the sun.

It's just that there is no sun on North Korea at this time, and the gray sky is blowing fine snowflakes, and the gloomy weather envelopes everyone like death.

"Lieutenant Yang, what can you do with my brother?"

Xu Qing was not very familiar with him, but seeing him coming, he must have something important to do.

"It's nothing."

Yang Gensi grinned.

His mouth was a little dry, he picked up a handful of snow on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, endured the freezing and swallowed it, then slowly said:

"Your cannon fired really loudly last night. I'm leaving later, so I came here to say thank you..."

Lei Gong didn't forget his promise last night, and blasted a few more rounds towards the [-]nd Regiment's [-]rd Company, which helped them open up the situation and saved many soldiers.

"Where are you fighting?"

"Did you see the mountain in the east?"

With one hand, he pointed to the direction where the sound of guns came from the east, "The team of our battalion has occupied that small highland last night—twice!"

Xu Qing looked at the hilltop in the distance, he couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely see the sporadic wars that were still going on there.

The area of ​​the hills is small, and it doesn't look high, but there are still planes circling, swooping, strafing, and bombing in the sky, and there are bullets and machine guns shooting towards the sky on the ground.

And this kind of battle is not one or two, but keeps happening, and the repeated see-saw increases.

At this time, although the small highland seemed relatively calm, but apart from the circular position last night, the gunfire on that highland was the strongest and loudest.

"Let me tell you, that high ground, you can see the airport on the top of the hill, and you can see any position of the US artillery position. The view is very good!"

When Xu Qing heard this, he immediately understood the importance of that position.

He looked at Yang Gensi, and slowly said: "...Your task is very difficult."

He saw with his own eyes how fierce the artillery fire was last night.

The barrels of the American guns were all red, and the ground was turned into mud, and they refused to give up.

Yang Gensi's battalion defended twice, which means... I am afraid that countless soldiers have died there.

He remembered, when this company commander Yang first met, didn't he mean that they would take over from a company that was wiped out and continue to defend their positions?

"So what if it's difficult."

Yang Gensi shook his head: "I issued a military order when I took over the task. I don't believe that I can't defend this place, and I don't believe that I can't defeat their American imperialism! As long as I, Yang Gensi, are alone, Xiao Gaoling It's ours!"

Xu Qing was stunned when he heard these three sentences.

Deep in his memory, a long-lost image suddenly came to mind, like a string of symbols, recalling those dusty memories in his memory...

That is the knowledge learned in elementary school textbooks.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly remembered who Yang Gensi was...

Think more, think more.

At that time, in Xu Qing's memory, this unattractive Company Commander Yang had more famous names: role model, hero, and martyr!
And at this moment...he was standing in front of him.

Yang Gensi didn't know that Xu Qing's mind was filled with so many thoughts and shocks in an instant. He rubbed his red hands from scratching the snow, and exhaled:
"I came here by accident. I didn't meet your brother, nor did I meet Lao Tan. Turn around...say hello for me."

"no!"

Xu Qing's voice increased unconsciously, and he looked at the person in front of him a little differently: "Ask yourself."

"There are so many ideas!"

Yang Gensi looked into his eyes, how could he not know what Xu Qing was thinking?
He smiled calmly: "Don't worry, I'm definitely alive, you take care of yourself, little brat! Hahaha..."

Little devil... How long has it been since no one has called Xu Qing like that.

Yang Gensi left after finishing speaking, Xu Qing hesitated to speak, trying to call him to stop——

"Don't give it away!"

But Yang Gensi shook his hand and left.

Leaning on his gun, he rushed back immediately while the plane was away, shaking his hand slightly in the hazy dawn:
"For victory!"

His words echoed softly in the morning.

Xu Qing also muttered to himself: "For victory..."

He didn't know what he could do for him, or it was too late.

When the heroes in his memory stood before him, how would he save them?What he did was instinctive, but he couldn't make choices for others.

Company Commander Yang's words revealed his calmness towards the battlefield, and also his foreshadowing of the tragic battle of the battle - he couldn't be more clear about the difficulty of his mission and the difficulty of the enemy.

Our battle never stops, with the enemy, with ourselves...and with fate.

Xu Qing couldn't do more, he could only try his best to cross out the multiple choice questions.

He turns:
"Song Weiguo, has the gun I wanted arrived yet?"

　It was banned yesterday and cannot be undone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)