Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 124 The final battle
When Xu Qing looked at the hazy moon in the sky, he was under the same sky.

Americans, too, are looking skyward.

They were looking in the direction of their planes and artillery shells, where swarms of planes were escorting, reconnaissance, and searching, and the buzzing sound of engines attracted everyone's attention.

Jason was watching their pirate planes hovering in the sky, swooping down and strafing them.

in the eyes.

He was not as excited as the soldiers next to him, but rather confused.

Yes, Jason is not dead.

Moreover, there was not a single wound on his body, and the infantry platoon he was in was all killed in battle. He, a guy who hadn't shot a few times, was lucky to be fine.

During the entire battle last night, he could hear the soldiers of the Chinese army tossing and fighting near him in the dark night, and more than once he felt someone stepping over the sandbag where he was and fighting towards the rear.

most recently...

A young Chinese man with a sniper rifle was only a few steps away from him.

From the corner of his eye, he watched with his own eyes the terrifying ghostly Chinese, knocking down rows of marine soldiers with rifle bullets.

And he hid in the pile of corpses without saying a word.

Does Jason dare to move?
He dared not move.

He even felt that the Chinese had found himself.

I don't know how long I lay there, but at the end of the day, Jason felt his whole body was frozen, he was cold, and even frightened.

Under the freezing temperature, the ground was covered with blood and the corpses of marines. He even wondered for a moment whether he was dead, and whether his consciousness was also an illusion...

But he made it through.

Around midnight, thanks to the support of the plane after the sky was cloudless, the Chinese began to retreat slowly, leaving only piles of dead people in his direction.

He lay on his stomach for another half hour, making sure that the scary Chinese seemed to have really left.

He just got up from under the sandbags covered with corpses.

When he struggled to move his frozen body and looked at the dark ground, his whole body froze again...

These "dark" ones are nothing else.

But...

Dead people, lots of dead people.

Apart from him, there was no one else standing on the ground hundreds of meters around.

The Chinese were going away, and the dead American soldiers were lying on the ground and sandbags with their eyes wide open. There were a lot of bullet casings, blood stains and Chinese rubber shoe footprints on the ground.

The kerosene flames that were originally burning on the ground gradually extinguished, the machine gun was tilted aside, and the blood around had cooled down, sprinkling the ground black.

Even the pure white snow surface seems to be covered with a layer of shadows, and black shadows leap out under the moonlight, while the sound of flames fighting in the distance is still echoing continuously...

Jason was terrified and shivered violently.

Only he knows that most of these people fell under the gun of that young Chinese!

Jason swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stepped back carefully.

He avoided the Chinese attack route and secretly followed the surviving soldiers to retreat towards the airport.

Back in the Xiawei area, Jason breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar American faces—because there were no longer those Chinese with black pupils and yellow skin in front of him!
But he is lucky and unlucky.

Because he was immediately faced with a severe reality——

Back to the rear, Jason did not usher in the rest he imagined, and what greeted him was not warm and delicious coffee and hot food, but a large bag of bullets and grenades thrown to him by the quartermaster after checking his identity!
Those soldiers who escaped alive were reorganized into a new battle order-he was about to go to the battlefield again.

"God, why are you doing this to me?"

With a depressed face, Jason led the supplies and sat down in the engineer warehouse in the valley. This place was full of soldiers like him, some of them were wounded, and some were as lucky as him and intact.

Jason could still see the angry face of their top defense commander, Lieutenant Colonel Rich, in the tank array not far away.

He was tapping hard on the shell of the tank with his fingers, spitting droplets at the mouth of the officer under him:
"I don't want any excuses - just defend! You must defend me!"

Those roars could still be clearly heard even though they were far away.

Jason couldn't help shivering.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel looked very angry, because their defensive position, which can be called a net, was almost completely penetrated by the Chinese enemy in just one night.

Although the initiative is still in their hands, the team suffered heavy casualties. The headquarters camp that was originally transferred here suffered heavy damage. A large number of tanks and soldiers were massacred and knocked down by the Chinese, and the only nearby highland was also destroyed. Chinese take over.

They're not too bad.

Jason saw those Korean soldiers—because they were at the forefront, the whole team fell to the battlefield.That number is their geometric multiple.

But Jason didn't care about those Asians.

You can tell by looking at the appearance of the soldiers around you, everyone is still alive here, whether they are injured or intact, they all look exactly the same:
Head down, looking at the sky, motionless, expressionless.

—They were all numb.

Many people's resistance to the Chinese turned into an instinctive reaction. As long as someone rushed up, no matter who it was, they would shoot away with machine guns.Because once he hesitates and slows down a step, Chinese combat teams that may be surrounded will rush forward one by one.

Those Chinese are good at using long-handled homemade earth grenades and slender primitive bayonets to cut them into pieces here!

Thinking of fighting these people again soon, Jason was filled with boredom and fear.

He lay down weakly.

"Hey! Over here, boy."

There was an old sergeant with a military gauze wrapped around his head, seeing his blank eyes and frightened face, he threw over a crooked wine bottle;

"Had a hard time last night, auh?"

Jason took it in a hurry. He looked at this rather enthusiastic colleague and nodded: "Who says it's not..."

Little Jayden saw that Jason didn't open the wine.

He pushed his chin forward: "Drink quickly, young man. You may not be able to drink it after tonight. There are many things to learn on the battlefield, but the most important thing to learn first... There are only four Character."

Jason: "Which four words?"

Veteran Sergeant: "Enjoy in time."

"it is good."

Jason hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He is actually not very good at drinking, especially this kind of high-concentration liquor.

At this time, the surrounding soldiers were indifferent and numb. Many of them were silently smoking cigarettes and eating frozen soybeans and canned pork.

Following the example of the big guy, he uncorked the wine bottle and took a few sips into his mouth, but he blushed immediately from choking and coughed again and again.

"Hahaha……"

The old sergeant shook his head and laughed when he saw him bent over and coughing.

After he slowed down for a while, he said slowly:
"Boy, you are such a waste. You look like a baby at first glance... It's a terrible battlefield experience, isn't it, unlike me-this is my sixth time on the battlefield, but I still hate them."

"gentlemen?"

Jason stood up when he heard his words, a little surprised.

Only then did he notice that the sergeant had armbands on his uniform.This is obviously a lieutenant whose rank is much higher than his.

"Don't be surprised, this is not a good thing."

The old sergeant shook his head and said, slightly mocking himself, "What's your name, boy?"

"Sir, Corporal Jason Black is reporting to you..."

"Very well. Don't be restrained, just call me Little Jayden."

"Mr. Jaden..."

"No. You can just call me Little Jayden. My father, Old Jayden, died on Okinawa Island, Japan. He killed many Japanese. This is a very honorable name for me."

The old sergeant was not as arrogant as the officers Jason had met before, and he looked no different from the soldiers next to him.

It was rare to meet such a kind officer. Jason, who had been tortured invisible by the Chinese all night, immediately felt a great sense of security.

"gentlemen."

He subconsciously became talkative: "How long do you think we will fight? It's my first time on the battlefield, but I never thought that the war would be so fierce. There are more than 30 of us in a row, and they all disappeared in a while." ..."

"Lucky guy!" Little Jayden laughed.

Jason is a little ashamed to say it, he knows how embarrassing it is to say how he survived.

Little Jayden didn't understand when he saw his face, he chuckled lightly and said, "I don't know how long it will take, but it's up to you to survive."

"Because no one knows when, you will be the next one lying on the ground."

There was a huge blood-stained gauze on his head, and his tone was calm and slightly sad: "These Chinese are always tireless. We have to endure several difficult nights. Of course, if every team of Chinese soldiers Like the ones who fought us last night, we're afraid we'll stay forever in North Korea's night..."

Jason said with some hesitation: "But there must be an end to this war, right?"

"yes……"

Little Jayden took a sip of his wine and said softly, "But where is the head?"

Jason froze on the spot.

He didn't answer, and he didn't know.

The two fell into a quiet atmosphere of thinking at the same time.

But Lieutenant Colonel Rich in the rear, regardless of the sentimentality of these soldiers, after the aircraft support was in place, he immediately started to launch a new offensive trend.

He shouted loudly before the officers:

"Soldiers! We will take back all the lost positions and high ground! This is the order of Mr. Smith, Mr. MacArthur's order, and my last order to you! I promise you-after this battle, we will Go home and we'll leave this damn North Korea and these damn Chinese!"

"Everybody! Move! Move! Move—"

His shouting is over.

In the simple engineer warehouse where Jason was, someone immediately began to line up to patrol.

They are the propaganda officers in the army, telling the soldiers to stand upright one by one, repeating Lieutenant Colonel Rich's orders loudly.

"Wake up! Wake up, guys!"

"What about you, that little white face from Texas, the one sitting on the ground, hey, you!"

"That's right—it's you! Get up."

"It's time for the final decisive battle, cheer me up!"

"Let's send those fu***ing Chinese home together, and then we take a plane, a ship...where do we go? Boy, are you still awake, of course it is back to the United States! I have been waiting for a long time, how about you?"

"Yes, defeat them, we will soon be able to enjoy the enthusiastic cheers of the people..."

They slapped their hands vigorously and roared loudly at the dull and dejected soldiers, trying to inspire these soldiers and renew the fighting passion that belonged to the Americans.

"Shout with me, Marines - Oorah!"

"Oorah (must win)!"

This is their usual slogan.

But Jason stood up holding the gun in a daze, and mixed in the crowd, his throat rolling, but he couldn't speak.

Just like when he started defending last night, his nervousness was once again raised in his throat.

He escaped last night, but he didn't know if he would be lucky to escape this time.

All he knew was that he already regretted joining the army.

Jason thought of his grandmother's house in San Francisco, the time he spent playing in the vineyard in the summer, and the ecstasy he felt when he learned that he had passed the military medical examination...

I think of those neighbors in the community who look down on me but don’t have any deep hatred, and I think of the promise I happily made to my grandmother and mother who saw me off when I left on the train...

Opening his eyes again, looking at the cruel and cold battlefield in front of him, his heart was filled with incomparable regret.

At this moment, Jason had only one thought in his mind:
I wanna go home.
…………

And at the same time.

After the US military took action, a large number of convoys, artillery teams, and aircraft groups were dispatched quickly, and the scale was very large.The volunteer army quickly understood:

The Americans are about to strike back!

Boom boom boom!
In a short while, a large number of planes flew from the sea and gathered in the sky.

Hours of fighting in the early morning left them with insufficient ammunition, but there was still room to spare. With the airborne machine guns, they still had the unattainable fire suppression that the volunteers could only hope for.

As a result, gunpowder smoke rose again on the earth!

After the rest, the Volunteer Army quickly put up the firepower and continued to defend one by one. Even if these positions could not be defended, they still had to defend.

In the battle between steel and iron, every inch of land must be fought for!

The sound of gunfire exploding in front also immediately woke up the Seventh Company who was resting.

Wu Qianli was sleeping soundly and exhausted, when he heard a roaring shell explode in a distant mountain, and the ears of the aftermath were buzzing.

"There are seven companies!"

He subconsciously tensed up, turned over and sat up:
"The enemy is coming—"

Qilian and the others soon all woke up.

"what happened?"

"The Americans hit us on the head?"

"No, they seem to be attacking on a large scale..."

Xu Qing didn't rest, he turned off the system interface, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the distant sky was covered with scarlet gunfire again.

A densely bombed area once again appeared on the top of North Korea's hills. The rumbling sound resounded dully in the sky, and the dark clouds gathered the tail waves of enemy planes.

Everyone was keenly aware of the urgency of the battle.

"Is there a team here..."

While they were on alert, they heard a battalion engineer communicator shouting outside the forest:

"Our team is almost overwhelmed, is there anyone alive?!"

Most of the resting teams in this forest have received missions and set off one after another. There are very few organized teams, and only sparse voices are replying.

Qilian, who was restless just now, fell silent again.

Everyone heard the repeated urgent shouts from over there.

In just a short period of time, the battle situation has become so urgent...

Even among the wounded, those who were still awake, or those who were injured and drowsy, quickly recovered to their wartime state.

The planes in the sky were dispatched, and the sound of American artillery fire resounded intensively within a few kilometers around. How could you not understand the current situation for thousands of miles?

He looked at the yellow, emaciated and hungry faces of the soldiers, and turned around and asked:
"any questions?"

The soldiers of the Seventh Company looked at him and shook their heads in unison.

Xu Qing, Ping He, Song Weiguo and others have even equipped their upper bodies, holding guns in their hands, and their eyes are calm and deep.

"it is good……"

Qianli nodded, and he took a deep breath: "One minute to organize the equipment!"

Outside the forest, the volunteer army communications soldier was still shouting anxiously.

But there were very few people around who could respond. His voice was full of despair, and he even cried: "Only these few are not enough! Not enough at all, is there any team? Are there any alive..."

Wu Qianli glanced at Xu Qing, and then at everyone.

He wiped his face with ice and snow, stood up, and suddenly blew his whistle:

"Have--"

The sound of the whistle shook the whole field.

(End of this chapter)