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Chapter 149 The Warrior's Bloody East Mountain Peak Ends

"Axi! Help, help..."

The few South Korean soldiers who were responding behind ran back rolling and crawling, and the other soldiers subconsciously retreated several steps after being yelled at. The crackling heavy equipment collided with each other, and many of them were caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Their faces were ugly and they looked at each other, but none of them dared to go forward - the corpse lying on the ground in front of them was still hot.

That was their colleague who had fought side by side just now, but they couldn't resist a single blow in front of this mysterious and terrifying Chinese.

Someone broke down and shouted: "He is immortal! Undead demon! Ghost!"

The movement and force of Xu Qing charging into the crowd not only caused huge casualties, but also produced an incomparably frightening psychological effect.There are many new recruits who have just entered the Marine Corps. Looking at the submachine gun in their hands for the first time, they are suspicious and full of insecurity:
When did the rifle fail to beat the primitive bayonet?
But looking at the Koreans and marines who died tragically on the ground, for a while, the hearts of these enemies who rushed to the ground became more and more cold...

"Shoot! Shoot! Go up and attack him, soldier!" Lieutenant Nicholas yelled, shrinking his head from behind.

A soldier said weakly: "Sir, we can't hit him at all..."

Every time they thought Xu Qing was dead, he immediately got up unexpectedly. Now they only dare to shoot from a distance, and they are no longer willing to go forward.

"Trash! What's the use of you, he's right there, he's only one person, a living person, this is a living target..."

Nicholas was cursing there, and the soldiers were terrified and recoiled inwardly, while the officer held a gun in his hand, but he didn't move for a moment, hiding in the back row.

Xu Qing looked at all this coldly through the gap in the corpse.

He didn't reveal any body parts, but all the soldiers present seemed to see his murderous eyes...

Many South Korean soldiers felt trembling and hesitant. They looked at each other and pushed each other forward, but no one wanted to move.

Xu Qing's chest was heaving like a blower, panting continuously, and the hot column in his nostrils rushed to the bullfighting bull.

In fact, he couldn't hold it anymore.

The eruption just now was the addition of the experience points gained from killing enemies, the ushered in a wave of final eruption, and then fell into a loss of strength.

Many of his current movements to kill enemies are caused by the inertia of his body, forming a mechanical movement.

He was helpless and unwilling.

Because only by killing Americans can there be experience points, and these guys often drive a large number of South Korean soldiers to the front, killing these American dogs is of no use at all.

"call……"

He looked back, Lei Gong and the others were in the small shallow trench, their movements became weaker and weaker, and after they had run out of bullets, even if there was no battle, the injuries and blood loss on their bodies would be very difficult for a while. climb up……

Xu Qing still has a few submachine guns he snatched from him, as well as twenty or so rounds of rifle bullets, which can last for a while, but it is already at the end of the crossbow, and there are too many people around... Net, he has nowhere to hide.

Xu Qing didn't know if he could persevere.

"Let's fight, if you don't kill me, you will die..."

He took a deep breath, carried his legs that were as heavy as lead and weighed more than a thousand catties, and prepared to stand up again...

But this time.

In the distant mountains, a burst of military horns suddenly sounded:
"On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on!!!"

Xu Qing turned his head fiercely, and saw a group of figures running up crazily on the side ridges in all directions of Dongshan Mountain: They were wearing khaki, scorched black or snow-white cotton capes, with grass rings and branches on their heads, and rifles in their arms. , grabbed the grenade in one hand, and rushed towards the 1071.1 Dongshan Highland on this side!
Who are they?

Xu Qing shook his eyes, there was blood stains inside, he looked over carefully to see for sure.

"It's our people..."

In the tunnel, Mei Sheng opened his eyes extremely weakly. There was a trance in his eyes, and even more pleasant surprise. He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

During the five days of fighting in the seventh company's position, there was no support at all. They contacted the regiment headquarters countless times, but it was useless. The plane was blown up.

The railway soldiers and automobile soldiers south of the Yalu River in the back were blown up by American planes. They were transported by small teams, carried by one person, or pulled by mules.

In just a few days, the number of people who died because of logistics transportation was no less than the soldiers who died fighting on the mountain.

"Support, is it support?"

From far to near, the military horns became louder and louder. There were about seventy or eighty soldiers who were still alive, those who fell on the ground, those who were lying in the pit, and those who were still fighting.

They... heard it all.

Yu Congrong was still shooting with a gun in the pit. He heard several ringings in his ears, then struggled to get up, his face was pale and bloody, and he stretched out his hand and shouted:
"Our reinforcements! Our reinforcements are here!!!"

The Americans also heard and saw that the volunteers flying over and rushing over had such obvious guns that the American troops became uneasy.

Because the one or dozens of Chinese soldiers in front of me are so difficult to deal with, now hundreds of new Chinese soldiers have come all over the mountains and plains, and the rioting mood is getting more and more...

Those officers, including Nicholas, were also trembling with fear and hesitation. They also fought with fear and fear. These enemies who appeared from nowhere, although their weapons were very simple, they all They are not afraid of death.

They were full of confidence this time, and assembled a large army to attack in one fell swoop, but now looking around the highlands, they encountered extremely tenacious resistance on every mountain. Here is the most fierce attack, but the slowest attack casualties The worst part.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Soon, the Volunteer Army made the final calculation for them. Cannonballs were fired in the distance and fell straight towards the side of the hillside. Some people reached the high ground and pulled up grenades and threw them towards the pile of enemy soldiers. !
Heavy artillery fire came again.

And this time... it belongs to the Chinese.

beep!
The mottled whistle on Xu Qing's chest has been blown countless times, but this one - makes his mind move the most.

He lost his voice: "Brothers... our reinforcements are here... rush!!!"

"kill!"

"Kill!"

"Lao Tzu, I have fought with you..."

The dying and seriously injured soldiers struggled to get up, supported, climbed, clutched their broken arms and wounds, and burst out another burst of raw power towards the group of enemy soldiers...

"Go to hell!"

Xu Qing staggered and ran, and used the back of the knife to open the muzzle of a soldier Syngman Rhee, and pierced his heart with the knife. The blood on his chest flew seven or eight meters, splashing on the faces of several soldiers nearby!

They touched it subconsciously, facing Xu Qing's devouring gaze, they didn't know whether to step up or retreat.

At this time, Nicholas in the rear connected the phone line and finally made up his mind: "Retreat, retreat..."

puff.

Xu Qing pulled out the blood-thin bayonet forcefully, and the soldier fell limply, his body twitching unconsciously.

The courage of the rest of the soldiers was frightened by him, and the Americans moved back. They didn't want to stay for a long time, and shouted hoarsely: "Back! Back!"

And the soldiers who had just come up were not reconciled, and took guns to shoot at the disabled soldiers who stood up. Xu Qing aimed at him expressionlessly, and fired the last few bullets.

Then it fell in the wind.

"Ah! Help!"

Xu Qing chased and killed a dozen or so enemy soldiers again, all the weapons and bullets on his body were exhausted, the troops who came to support had already attacked, and all the enemy troops retreated, leaving only endless corpses on the clattering hillside.

On the four sides of Gaoling, the volunteer reinforcements rushing like a gust of wind have come, they are still the same all over the world, Ban Sanba, black gunpowder, but how kind they are in the eyes of Qilian at this time...

Mountain guns, field guns, and mortars also fired and smashed on the slope, rolling up black mud all over the sky, wet and wet, splashed with blood, and people's eardrums were bleeding from the loud gunfire, sprinkled in the sky...

Pong!
He watched the nearest shell fall on the hillside. With a shock wave, he didn't resist, and staggered and fell gently.

Surrounded by footsteps, gunfire, and shouting...

for a long time.

With crooked steps, Yu Congrong ran over with his voice from far to near, fell down beside him, then climbed up to him and touched him randomly: "Wanli, little Wanli, how are you doing!"

Xu Qing could hear it, but didn't answer.

He fell to the ground with his eyes open, his hands open, and he looked at the sky.He collapsed.

It was really annoying to ask, so he couldn't help but said softly:
"I am here."

Yu Congrong opened his eyes wide, and gave him a hard hammer: "You are sick, you are the one who cut off your head from the back! You are not talking and playing tricks, I fucking think you are going to die!"

He cursed and cursed, secretly wiped away the two lines of ice stains from the corners of his eyes, his voice also quieted down, and he lay curled up on the side...

Xu Qing was speechless.Turning around, he saw that the bandages on his arm were missing, the joints of flesh and blood were bloody, and one arm was already useless.

He looked at the sky again, opened his eyes and saw the gloomy blue sky, the mountains lying under the sky were black, the bottom was white, then black and white, then blood, corpses, the corpses of familiar soldiers, the dilapidated mountains lay Stretching under the dark clouds... Stretching...

What a picture... What a picture of the people's heroes!
Dimly, he remembered a poem by a great man.

This poem is about the great man who arrived in Shaoshan on June 25, 32. It has been [-] years since he left this place. Although he wrote Shaoshan, it is actually China, where there are Chinese people, blood and fire. .

He remembered that when he was a child, he squatted beside the bed, and his old and frail grandfather read to him over and over again, and the smiling portrait of a great man hung on the wall from his birth to his grandfather's death.

When he was nine years old:
'Ah Qing, grandpa told you that this is called poetry, and it was written by capable people. '

'Grandpa, what does it mean to be capable? '

'He who has done what he should do and fulfilled his promise is a capable person. '

'What about me Da Da (the name for father in the south)? '

"You are so old...cough cough...he, he is a bastard! He doesn't care about your family, he...cough cough!"

"Grandpa, don't mention how old you are, I...read me a poem, I want to hear it!"

"Okay...okay, come on, Ah Qing, remember, today's poem was written by a great man. Grandpa once glanced at him from a distance when he was young. How...hey, our days are all Laid by people like him."

"Then he is also capable!"

The seriously ill grandfather patted little Xu Qing's head:
"Hahaha, that's right, but each of us can live a good life like him, be good to friends and family, that is capable... You still don't understand, come on, sit on the horse and listen to me read."

"Don't dream vaguely cursing the river of death, read..."

Little Xuqing said in a milky voice: "Don't go to Sichuan in a vague dream..."

'Wrong, it's Biemeng who vaguely cursed Chuanchuan. '

'Ok!Don't dream vaguely curse the river of death...'

'very good.Continue-32 years ago in the hometown, read...'

'The hometown was 32 years ago...'

"The red flag rolls up the serf halberd..."

"The red flag rolls up the serf halberd..."

"The black hand hangs the overlord's whip..."

"The black hand hangs the overlord's whip..."

'Little ghost thing, don't add it. '

"Grandpa, you added it first..."

"Hahahahaha, grandpa is old, forget about it..."

The wind continued to blow, and the sound of fighting spread all over the field.

Xu Qing looked at Qilian's corpses all over the ground, recalling all the past, his chest choked up, those people who had experienced dozens of days and nights with him, seemed like yesterday, and also seemed to have known each other for decades.

History is like a poem, like a carol, like a scroll unfolded in front of him, wrapping him, and also wrapping countless vivid people, smiling faces, memories, maybe... only in a documentary in the future, it will appear again Solo footage of these people?
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help the feeling of crying. The poem from his childhood to the present came to mind, and he opened his mouth slowly along with the recitation between the child and his grandfather...

'The red flag rolled up the serf's halberd...the black hand hangs the overlord's whip high. '

'Because of the great ambition to sacrifice, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change into a new sky! '

"I like to watch the thousand waves of rice shrubs, heroes everywhere... heroes everywhere... smoke at sunset..."

Xu Qing closed her eyes, in this endless wilderness, there seemed to be an incomparably grand and deep song singing slowly, soul-stirring and endless...

(End of this chapter)