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Chapter 130 The Last Roar on the Highlands Ends

After the enemy troops receded like a tide, the vibration and hive-like noise of the entire mountain suddenly disappeared instantly.

There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth.

Of course, this is just an illusion after the fierce battle just now.

Where did the sounds of rushing and killing around my ears stop?
At this time of the day, not only the US infantry and tank companies attacking their high ground, but also the US marines and South Korean troops in other places are still launching the high ground snatching battle according to the established plan, because the mountains in the east are far from the airport. Very close, the higher you go, the more you can see the airport.The more positions the volunteers occupy here, the more they fight.

However, the Seventh Company has completely repelled the enemy's offensive in general. Everyone has restrained themselves from going deep into the enemy's front to pursue them. In the end, they left behind twenty or thirty American corpses.

Looking at the sky from thousands of miles away, he pinched his pocket watch to count the time: "Everyone pay attention to concealment, rest for 10 minutes and set off!"

Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded quickly, and the others immediately moved the artillery and moved to find a place to rest on the shaded side of the mountain, while avoiding the continuous detection of planes flying in the distance.

"Ouch!"

As soon as Qianli gave the order, Yu Congrong couldn't wait to sit down and lie down with his waist squeezed. He leaned against a shell crater, "My old waist hurts every time I hit it. It's really suffering."

Pinghe was also a little weak, he didn't talk much, but seeing Yu Congrong's appearance, he still stood up and walked over: "I told you not to rush so hard, lie down."

"That can't be helped... an old problem."

Yu Congrong grinned, and smiled with a pale face, "If the stormtroopers don't charge, what kind of soldier am I, Yu Congrong?"

Listening to their conversation, Xu Qing picked up the machine gun and put it away.

Huge excitement and fierce battles are followed by endless exhaustion. This is an unavoidable problem on the battlefield. Soldiers are vigilant, but they still need a simple rest.

In modern times, most people have to rest for ten minutes to run 100 meters, not to mention they have fought for most of the day?
Xu Qing was oiling the grass pinched by the side of the road while turning around and asking, "When did it fall?"

"When you hit Mengyin, hiss...you lighten up!"

Xu Qing: "The Battle of Menglianggu?"

Yu Congrong smiled and said nothing.

However, Ping He, who pinched his waist for him, raised his head: "What he said is wrong, it wasn't when Meng Lianggu was at the time, it was actually at the Chenguanzhuang battlefield..."

Yu Congrong was anxious when he heard that: "Where, it's time to beat Mengyin..."

"I remember it very well."

Ping He looked calm, but stubborn: "It's Chen Guanzhuang, why can't we say it?"

Xu Qing was stunned for a while listening to the conversation between the two of them, and soon realized why Yu Congrong behaved like this.

It seemed...that was the last place where his elder brother Wu Baili was left.

His nominal elder brother, the old company commander Wu Baili, died in the battle of Chenguanzhuang in order to save Pinghe and cover the attack of the Seventh Company.

Xu Qing understood that Yu Congrong didn't want to talk about that memory, and didn't want to tell him the real cause of Wu Baili's death, but they didn't know, in fact Xu Qing knew about it a long time ago.

In that battle, he couldn't imagine what it was like, but the tragedy was clearly heard.

It is no more difficult than their current scene in North Korea.

Xu Qing looked at Ping He as if he had something to say, he originally wanted to listen to it and solve his problem.

But unexpectedly, Lei Gong suddenly shouted over there:

"Listen—"

Xu Qing and the others immediately turned their heads.

Song Weiguo, who was resting on the ground, also jumped up.

There was a click-click sound.

Everyone thought that something had happened, and immediately became vigilant again. They had dealt with these Americans just now, and the scenes of battles were still vivid in their hearts!
But soon someone discovered that the direction of the sound was not from their side...

Instead, it floated over from a nearby mountain.

"Ah ah ah..."

Pop, pop, pop!
A lot of fighting shouts, gunshots, and cannons rang out again on the far side of the mountain!

"In the direction of the northeast corner!"

Yu Congrong's waist didn't hurt anymore, he jumped on the rocks to look down, and immediately reported back.

"Get down!" Xu Qing pulled him down.

Then he quickly picked up the Americans' binoculars and looked over there:

I saw the mountains not far away. The northeast of Xiajieyu was connected to a piece of mottled and endless mountains and hills. Flames, planes, and tanks gathered tirelessly.

The American army over there has once again set off a war!

And this kind of battle didn't happen just now, in fact, it should have been fighting for a while, but they were also in the battle with full attention just now, and this mountain is not at the highest peak, and there is still a mountain ridge between them , the intricate low hills blocked their vision.

So didn't notice.

At this moment, Qi Lian took a break, and there was no interference from the battle here, so he noticed the sound of the battle not far behind the mountain.

"There's another fight over there..."

Song Weiguo panted and sat down: "These Americans are still attacking the mountains, why do they have so much gunpowder?"

"This shows that their determination is no less than ours."

All the soldiers felt a little proud of repelling the Americans just now, but it suddenly disappeared.

Because they could hear the continuous artillery fire from the U.S. Army over there, which was not weaker than the one they fired just now, or even worse, and the seventh company's artillery shells were actually running out.

Between the huge military industrial foundations of the two countries, one has been developed for a hundred years, and the other has been humiliated for a hundred years... How can such a big difference be smoothed out by a small company of them?

"The wind wants to be calm but the trees don't stop..."

Xu Qing looked at the scene on the high ground through the binoculars, and pursed her lips slightly.

In fact, they are not far apart, not even a kilometer from left to right, but this kilometer separates two worlds

Westerners often say that the number of Chinese volunteers is large, and it is a sea of ​​people tactic, but from his point of view, the number of these Americans is not small at all.

They are bringing a large number of South Korean troops into the sea, and they are rushing towards the volunteers like locusts just like attacking the Seventh Company!

The situation over there is very bad. The plane is flying in the sky, and the shells dropped are not much, but as long as an anti-aircraft machine gun sweeps the ground under the belly of the plane, it will have enough lethal power. In addition, there are tanks in the distant mountains The fire was fired in between, and the rumbling echo could be heard clearly here.

These positions that were finally defeated last night were pulled up and down one after another in such a fierce battle. Xu Qing could see the small figures on the mountains falling and dying in the flames through the small mirror tube. ...

There are corpses falling all over the mountains, including Chinese, Americans, and Koreans. Such scenes happen every moment.

The crackling gunshots kept ringing crisply among the hills. From their side, it sounded like fried beans connected together.

This is usually a sound that everyone can only hear during the Chinese New Year, but now it is a note of death on the battlefield.

"They fought too hard!"

Lei Gong watched, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, squinted his eyes a little bit unbearably.

Everyone can see that on the mountains over there, many volunteer soldiers are facing the firepower from the attack from all directions and the black American soldiers rushing upwards.

They used light machine guns, rifles, and even bayonets, shovels, and stones on the mountain to fight the enemies.

When everyone saw this, they were shocked, awe-inspiring, serious, and paid tribute to fellow soldiers.

"Have you rested yet?"

Chili stood up.

After Qilian was silent, he replied: "Okay!"

They couldn't go to support, because there were such battles on the mountains in all directions.

Nearby, there is still their task. Their team must fight here and continue to defend this high ground, and there are not enough troops and troops to encircle and attack.As soon as they leave, this highland may be found by the Americans. After losing it, it will be difficult to fight back... that is.

"Okay, get ready to go up the mountain! Meet with our team!"

The Seventh Company's military uniform mounts again.

They crossed the ridge where they had just fought and headed towards the main line of Dongshan Mountain, only to find that the scene here was much more spectacular than they had imagined.

Originally, the hillside was full of shoes, clothes, rifles, and submachine guns discarded by Koreans and Americans. There were many enemy corpses rolling down the slope, which could not be seen at a glance. Now, because soldiers have cleaned the battlefield, only those white soldiers are left. Huahua's body was simply covered with branches and leaves by the volunteers, and placed on the edge of the mountain road and ravine.

This is their result.

But when they saw the Americans firing at them again, some soldiers were indignant and couldn't help spitting into the pile of dead people below.

Xu Qing only glanced at the direction in which the U.S. Army Hirano was retreating, and did not stay any longer.

Yangma was in front, and the closer to the top of the main mountain, the more quiet everyone felt above.

Qianli picked up the whistle: "Beep beep..."

A series of whistles spread all over the area, and there was no response for a long time.

"Look at the team above..."

Turning back thousands of miles, shaking his head, he didn't say much.

But Xu Qing understood what he meant. Before that, they had already prepared for the worst. The troops on the mountain did not show up after the fierce fight just now. down...

"Come on, let's go and see."

Xu Qing and Yu Congrong walked in the lead and investigated first.

They carefully avoided the direction of the planes fighting in the distant mountains, and climbed up the shady side of the hillside, and then saw a wooden pole inserted on the side of the hilltop, with a red ribbon on it.

I could faintly see in the distance, in several fortifications called battle trenches or shell craters, dozens of soldiers were lying crookedly lying on the ground, unable to tell whether they were comatose or dead...

Planes circled overhead.

Xu Qing immediately turned around and reported the situation to Qianli. They were going to go up to meet each other, replace the disabled team, and let them go up.

But suddenly, a human roar came from the highlands in the east:
"...*****!"

Xu Qing stopped talking and looked back blankly.

"what is that?"

Qilian heard it.

This is unbelievable. There are continuous artillery fires and screams for several kilometers around Xiajieyu. Let alone such a distance, it is difficult to hear individual voices clearly on this hill—but they Just listen.

Xu Qing turned around suddenly, and saw rumbling tanks and planes circling around on the high ground where he had just witnessed the war with the Americans.

The voice continued, at an unbelievably high pitch:

"Long live China! Long live the great Chinese People's Volunteers! Long live the great Communist Party of China! Long live the great Chinese people! Wei—"

Then it stopped abruptly, and there was a loud noise:
boom!
The gunpowder explosion sounded, and everything was calm.

Xu Qing heard the faintly clear shout and the huge explosion, her heart skipped a beat, she had a bad premonition, and there was only one voice echoing in her mind:

Who is he?
(End of this chapter)