Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 197

The picture freezes at the moment when the hammer and sickle intersect.

"Cross the Yalu River with arrogance and high spirits."

"To protect peace and protect the motherland is to protect the hometown..."

The camera drifts, amidst the seemingly invisible singing, the four of Pinghe embark on a new battle journey...

In the beginning, the two groups of them had just met, and they were more or less simple joking, not for no reason, but a spontaneous, open-minded way of soothing the mental state under the intense life-and-death tension.

As some sporadic comrades along the road were gradually found and joined their team, the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

The only remaining 58th division within seven or eight miles near Gutuli, the surviving company soldiers came to them one by one, from 24 people, to 31 people, and then to 56 people, it can be said that half of the [-]th company was pulled together, However, the wounded accounted for half of them.

Everyone helped each other, but they rarely spoke. After the cover bombing last night, those who survived had witnessed how a large number of soldiers and comrades sacrificed tragically around them. Facing the help of the group of four, everyone did not have much surprise. Most of them are numb and look like corpses.

With the help of the previous weapons seized, a team of dozens of people managed to hold a gun and a box of magazines, but they could face hundreds of U.S. Marines armed with live ammunition in the establishment, as well as fighter jets flying in the sky all the time. It can be said that there are ten deaths and no life.

In the historical data of the Communist War, there are many examples of a few people fighting against hundreds of enemies on the line, and even fighting against them. But in fact, these people undoubtedly fought against the enemy with their lives tied around their necks. It means that one life dies, and there is no more in this life.

Constantly searching the radio stations and asking the remnants of various ministries, the number of tens of thousands of Chinese troops in Gutu was almost lost. This news was just a guess at the beginning, and slowly, everyone who walked along the road knew it in their hearts.

But whether these people are wounded or not, even if they can no longer receive orders from the 58th Command, no one wants to leave, even if there is a glimmer of hope, they still want to stay on the battlefield to avenge their comrades .

The screen turns again.

"China's good sons and daughters, unite as one..."

"Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, defeat the US ambition wolf..."

The singing voice rose from the sky and shone far into another snowy forest in Gutuli, where a familiar troop was on its way carefully.

In order to covertly march, they carried a lot of load and hurried on their way, shuttling through the snow-covered mountains and forests, unsmiling.

After dawn on December [-]th, the day turned sunny, but the temperature did not rise, and it was bitingly cold.

Tomorrow, the sun is clear in the sky, and there are eyes shining on the snowy mountains in winter, shining golden spots, sparkling, and the morning sun is jumping on the snow, but this harmonious scene is 38 degrees lower than the night on the [-]th. The temperature is even freezing.

This undoubtedly had a huge negative impact on marching operations.

The snow forest is connected one after another. The ancient soil in front of the Shuimen Bridge is dominated by mountains and hills, and the Huangcaoling is the most dangerous in the ancient soil. The soft snow that fell on the ground is frozen into pieces of hard stones at low temperatures. The same thing, Qilian hurried on the road, leading mules and war horses, carrying a lot of supplies, and chatting and stepping on them, creaking and creaking.

Xu Qing thought they were like crispy layer cakes, while the soldiers thought they were rice cakes. This era just came from the Republic of China, and it was the whitest food they had ever eaten. Even the rice was mixed with raw stones, so it was not gray A lot happened.

They moved forward in place to observe, and Liu Zhiyi stopped suddenly. He touched the black soil on the ground and found that the ground was still warm.

Xu Qing also picked up a handful of soil with his hands and felt the slight temperature. He lay down on the ground, pricked up his ears to listen carefully, the depths of the ground trembled slightly, and there was a dull rumbling sound of engines going away from the distant mountains.

Xu Qing and Wu Qianli looked at each other, their hearts sank.

Another plane.

wow...

"To protect peace and protect the motherland is to protect the hometown..."

The singing voice shifted, and through the perspective of the plane, I saw endless snow peaks standing on the ground, and clusters of small black shadows the size of ants were climbing on the top of another round hill.

Several black shadows were looking at a small group of soldiers lying resting with their guns near the hill, observing them coldly.

If anyone from the Seventh Company was here, they would recognize them, because the leader's middle-aged soldier looked like Tan Ziwei who hadn't seen him for a long time!

And behind them, the teams that were ambushing one by one were the [-]rd Battalion and the Artillery Battalion who came to meet the [-]th Company but were forced to stop by the enemy halfway.

In order to wave back, a group of volunteer soldiers held muskets, artillery and grenades, and were ready to go. Although they had experienced fierce battles and the team behind them was damaged a lot, they were already remnants, but everyone still showed determination. Daxue lurks in the most severe cold place, holds the gun tightly, and is ready to die at any moment.

Amidst the singing, the picture continues.

The Seventh Company marched urgently in the direction of the plane, and the team quickly crossed the valley where Pinghe's group of four encountered the enemy for the first time, and did not stop after checking.

There is heavy artillery fire ahead, and the US military dominates during the day, so they must speed up.

However, the road to Huangcaoling was not peaceful. The scouts soon discovered a group of enemy troops by accident at the corner of the mountain.

There were several No. 60 members of the U.S. Army Squad [-], exhausted, sitting behind a rock, next to a large car with a broken down engine and a frozen engine, and they were not found. There were dead bodies lying nearby. His face was pale and bloodless.

Xu Qing quickly recognized the military uniform on the body, it was the People's Army, and a large number of ordnance was broken, discarded magazines, and disassembled parts all over the place by the Americans. The round gun is a standing weapon of the Soviet infantry. It is equipped with Tokarev pistol bullets and is very powerful.

They used to be the guns that every soldier of the People's Liberation Army longed for. A battalion might not have a few guns, but now they are all dismantled and destroyed on the ground. Americans don't care about Soviet-made weapons, but they don't want to leave them to the enemy.

There were also a large number of volunteers behind the car, who were beaten into sieves and lay motionless on the ground, unable to see their faces clearly.

"Ready to fight!" Xu Qing looked at the corpse. Everyone's faces were heavy, they looked at each other, grabbed their guns tightly, and didn't need to say anything.

The battle started soon.

The screen turns again.

"Arrogance and arrogance!"

"Across the Yalu River!!!"

In the next second, the pitch of the singing increased, as if joining a chorus, and the tenor chorus sounded in unison.

There are the Yellow River, the Yangtze River, artillery fire, the army marching at night, thousands of guns firing, and clusters of phantom soldiers who fell down climbed up and down in the sky of history. Blood blossomed in the singing...

In those phantoms.

'Come on! '

Yu Congrong stood on the top of the mountain with a gun in his hand and screamed. There seemed to be red flags hunting in the sky, stretching in the cold wind. Under his feet were the enemies who had been shot and bleeding, and behind him were grenades and pistol bullets. It sprayed out, and fired towards the pile of soldiers resting in the open space on the mountain!

The group of four behind him all took the initiative to pull the gun line, block the hole of the gun, and distract the enemy's attention. Tan Gaofeng's wounded soldiers did not fall behind, and all went to the battle to throw grenades.

The enemies on the mountain were resting with their guns on their shoulders, and some of them even dozed off, shivering in their sleep, and the surrounding ammunition boxes were lined up densely, and they were placed next to them. On the ground, a small-scale explosion was caused in the first place, and the soldiers who were already nervous woke up from their sleep, and they ran away without taking their guns.

The other soldiers who rushed to the top of the mountain would not let this opportunity go, they took up the light machine guns and rifles mercilessly, and took advantage of this opportunity to rush up and beat them fiercely, only to beat these frightened enemy soldiers to bleed Rivers formed, troops were routed, and countless people were shot and fell to the ground.

Song Weiguo and Pinghe swept across the area, and swept away the enemies who were resisting with guns. They were condescending and yelling, but there was no movement around them, and no one continued to resist. They seemed to be terrified.

Song Weiguo yelled in four different English, and then took a gun to the ground and fired a round, the snow powder splashed on the ground, and the rocks burst, and the rest of the enemy soldiers who were crouching behind the rocks were shouting Zhong carefully walked out with his hands raised high, and then knelt down one by one, silent as if chilling.

But they were not happy for a while. The movement here quickly attracted the US troops on the nearby hills. A few hours later, a wave of enemy attacks came quietly near the high ground. The enemy assembled a large force to withdraw from Gutuli. , tanks, and aircraft support, the battle lasted only half an hour, and they were beaten to shame and lost the mountain again.

This time, even Pinghe was angry, because many of the wounded soldiers they had just brought died.

The enemy doesn't seem to be stationed here, and just wants to kill the remaining enemies here and leave in a hurry, but for the volunteers, any compromise is intolerable, that is, the battle raid starts again.

'kill!kill!kill! '

'We rushed to get it back! ! ! '

Bombing, gunfire, explosions, fierce fighting, the sounds on the battlefield are obviously very intense, but they are barely audible, because they have been completely submerged in the huge booming symphonic background music.

As a result, the gunfire and blood burst into the sky, and the bullets roared, as long as the soldiers who were alive all bent their waists and gritted their teeth on the unknown high ground, they charged upwards.

At the end, the screen shifts again.

The sound of the music has gradually decreased and become inaudible. Several hours later, the melody of crossing the Yalu River with great vigor has gradually faded, and the scene has slowly turned to the depths of the snowy ridge in Huangcaoling...

(End of this chapter)