Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 132

"Help me put it away."

Xu Qing handed the heavy machine gun to Yu Congrong with both hands, and the white phosphorous bullet to Song Weiguo for safekeeping.

The veteran of Yang Gensilian, whose name was not yet known, was hastily buried in the trench by them, because there was really no place to hide the corpse, and the corpses on the ground were so crowded that even walking was congested.

At this moment, the position has been handed over to Qilian.

But the entrusted person is not here.

Wherever you see them, they are on the ground, underground, on the mountains, in the wind and dust, in the continuous blood, in the quiet hills, in the screams of drinking and killing, in the silent east wind.

all these are.

Song Weiguo followed Xu Qing's gaze and couldn't see anything, but he could feel the sadness in his eyes: "We will become one of them too?"

"can you?"

Xu Qing looked at the sky.

They were lying on the side of the trench, just like more than 100 soldiers of the Seventh Company scattered around the peak, all looking at the sky, at the bottom of the mountain, and when the US troops would come.

This kind of waiting is very torturous. They look forward to fighting with these US troops again, venting all the sources of anger in their hearts, but the arrival of US tanks and planes will bring the prelude to death again.

What is life and what is death?

Xu Qing looked at Song Weiguo, this young man who had been with him since Zhisi came here and experienced battles of all sizes, now he did not have the immature excitement when he first met.There is more frost on the face.

And what about himself?
Xu Qing thought about himself. He used to turn pale when he thought of corpses and blood, but now he is very familiar with shooting, shooting, killing people, and bayonet fighting.

This is war.

A grueling and deadly war...

He turned his head: "Soldiers are not afraid of being killed. There is nothing that can't be said with the barrel of a gun. If there is... then add me——yours."

They hide here.

"Save bullets, you know? They are all aimed at..."

Qianli, Mei Sheng and several platoon leaders began to distribute the last remaining bullets, some of which were kept by themselves, and some were collected from the corpses of the remaining Korean soldiers.

At this time, most of the Qilian firearms have been replaced by American equipment. Many of the original IWC-made weapons can only be discarded and moved aside, because American brands are easier to obtain bullets on the battlefield and increase combat reserves.

Qianli: "How many rounds do you want?"

Behind him were two or three soldiers, carrying ammunition boxes, and walked up to him.

At this time Xu Qing pretended to be modest: "The more the better."

Qianli looked at him: "Except for what everyone keeps, I will give you the rest."

"Okay. I... won't waste a bullet."

Qianli nodded.

The two looked at each other and stopped talking too much. They are officers and soldiers, and they are brothers with familiar memories.

"It's getting dark."

Qianli turned around and faced all the soldiers in the trench, "The Americans haven't fought yet. No matter what medicine they sell in their gourds, as long as the plane leaves, we will fight. As long as they come up, we will fight. As long as they retreat, we will fight." Hit! Do you understand?"

Qilian: "Understood!"

At this time, there were more than a dozen hilltops in the Dongshan Highland, some near and some far away. The part Yang Gengsilian was in charge of was closer, and the small kaolin along the main vein were the focus of American attacks.

But after repelling the U.S. forces, and after Yang Gensi died in the bombing, the hills here and there should have been occupied by the Americans.

The fact remains unchanged.

The battles in the surrounding areas continued slowly, but there was no further attack on the small high mountain and the main vein here.

Are you afraid?

With the previous fierce offensive.This is not reasonable.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was getting dark, and the third day of the volunteer army's general offensive was about to come to an end.

What is the plan of the Americans, we have no way of knowing, even puzzling.

"Another team is coming up..."

The fact that the Americans do not move does not mean that the volunteers have given up.While everyone whispered, Xu Qing saw new soldiers coming to take over on the small kaolin after the explosion.

Fresh faces, stale fighting stances—they all walked upright on the steep slope, climbed up without a sound, and were also full of vitality. I don't know where the troops were transferred from.

They were very close, and Qilian didn't go over to say hello, but just looked at those people quietly.In the battle tonight or tomorrow, I don't know how many people will fall there.

It was getting darker and darker.

There are more than a dozen hills near the high ground, the main line faces south, surrounded by hills and bomb craters, and most of the entire hilltop is under the enemy's attention. They cannot be lucky enough to judge that the US military has retreated.

Xu Qing suddenly said, "I'll go down the mountain to investigate."

Qianli turned his head: "Are you sure?"

"I can come back alive." Xu Qing didn't answer directly, but looked him in the eyes.

"...Okay, bring your weapons and equipment." Qianli did not stop him, he believed in this younger brother who had always brought him miracles.

Song Weiguo immediately put on equipment for him, prepared a camouflage, prepared enough bullets, and sent him down the mountain.

This time Xu Qing declined him to go with Pinghe, because he was going to investigate the situation instead of fighting, and his survival skills alone were stronger than others.

Obviously the way down the mountain is steeper, steeper and more difficult, but his feet are very fast, and the plain after the downhill is so flat, he is struggling at every step.

Because within a few kilometers ahead, there are all sandbags of the US military, things left over from various positions, and there are many booby traps buried in them.

He bent forward slowly, proceeding carefully.

The closer you get to the US military's airport range, the more and more corpses you can see. This is left by many volunteers who wanted to break through the battle in the previous two days.

Some were hung on barbed wire, some were blown up in half, and some had only one head left...

These bloodless corpses were frozen like mummies in the ice and snow. They were full of frost inside and out. Many of them were trampled by the Americans after they died. Their bodies were covered with car marks and tank track marks. .

He took a deep breath and left.

Going forward, there is no way.Because all the cover was crushed and collapsed by the US tanks, and everything was swept away.

The snow-white searchlights were strafing like machine gun bullets, and the Americans were still very vigilant, so that he often lay down in the snow for more than ten minutes without daring to move.

Although he was wearing a snow-white cloak, the xenon lamps of those tanks were shining from one or two kilometers away. Can see the outline clearly.

He moved slowly, and by five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky had completely darkened, and it was rare for the Americans to attack.

He saw clearly the enemy's positions outside the airfield.

The protection here is more rigorous, with barbed wire surrounding it, and the cans they ate and wiped are hung on the net. As long as someone approaches, it will make a clanging sound.

There are no trenches here, but there are machine gun positions piled up with sandbags standing tall. There are no commanding heights around, but the Americans artificially blasted them, and black holes loomed behind them.

The American soldiers were not as bluffing as they were in the past, but were carrying firearms and supplies in a low voice with lowered eyebrows, and they were urgently deploying defenses. The so-called environment coupled with such a scene looked particularly gloomy.

Xu Qing was far away, so he couldn't hear what he said again, but he could vaguely see the general movements of the person in the dark.

There are some large artillery vehicles on the side, and they are starting to be erected and moving this way. In the gurgling English, many Americans have very excited expressions, while the Korean soldiers have long been dumbfounded.

Such a guy, the huge gun barrel that Xu Qing has never seen before - straight into the sky like Optimus Prime!
It was a bit bigger than what he saw in the polar bear group.

Seven or eight people around were busy loading the huge cannonball, watching him feel cold for a while.

what is this?
This is a weapon he has never seen on the Korean battlefield so far.

This is at least a howitzer vehicle with a [-]mm caliber facing upwards, and it may be a new type of automatic weapon.

But that's not all.

Xu Qing also saw the Americans slowly disperse, revealing a large number of self-propelled howitzers behind them.

One by one with different calibers, each with huge and cold barrels.

Seventy millimeters, one hundred millimeters...even two hundred millimeters!
There are also a large number of Sherman tanks that have been called in urgently.

The turret seemed to be a routinely loaded [-]mm self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, but Xu Qing saw that two more barrels were added to the side. The two barrels stood on the upper right of the tank, and were artificially modified to pull the elevation angle.

Each shot of this anti-aircraft gun is as powerful as an American grenade... and now, there are four of them.There are dozens of them.

What do Americans want to do? !

The more Xu Qing saw, the more her heart sank.

(End of this chapter)