Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 97 Bright lights in the command post!
The sound of the artillery fire continued, and the fiery red light balls flew across the night at a high speed, and the artillery shells fell into the dam one after another, causing the echoes around the lake to be deafening.

"What happened to the enemy?"

There was a commotion over there, and some clues were soon discovered here.

After Xu Qing fired these shots, he clearly saw the panic over there. He didn't know the rank of the officer he shot, but it seemed that his status was not low.

While reloading the magazine, he yelled towards Qianli: "One of the American commanders has been shot, and the enemy is in chaos. Let's take advantage of the victory and pursue!"

"Their commander is dead?"

Xu Qing's marksmanship has been seen by everyone, and there are few survivors. Everyone immediately subconsciously believes that the commander who was shot is dead.

The news spread from the seventh company to the ninth company, and then to the entire third battalion and other teams.

The raging flames on the burning truck parked on the dam illuminated the faces of all the people who were bright and red, and everyone was very excited to pass the news to each other.

After hearing this, everyone was watching to see if it was true, and the panicked performance of the American troops on the opposite side also gave them great confidence.

After Tan Ziwei and Qianli were confirmed, they looked at each other, waited for the gunfire to stop, and then shouted:

"Come on, comrades, killing the enemy and revenge is just around the corner!"

hold head high!
The horns were raised high, and the matter sounded again!
The enemies on the opposite side also heard the screaming and killing, and suddenly became a little panicked.

"What should I do, sir, shall we still fight?"

"How is the Colonel?"

"He was shot five times in the body, and he may have died in the line of duty..."

"Fuck, we...retire!"

Lieutenant Colonel Firth gritted his teeth and looked at the figures rushing towards him. The white cloth was fluttering and followed by bullets.

These Chinese soldiers were obviously stiff from the cold, covered in chilblains and bleeding wounds, but they were still rushing forward without fear of death.

At this time, on the US military positions, everyone was demoralized by the death of the commander. It has become a luxury to retreat while fighting, but the firepower is still sufficient, but these Chinese soldiers who raided from all directions in twos and threes fell down. A batch came down, followed by another batch.

"Retreat! Only by retreating can we fight back. We have lost artillery fire, and now we can't stop them from advancing at all-this is a premeditated large-scale encirclement and massacre! Our retreat is not shameful!"

"Yes, sir."

"Everybody—fall back (everyone starts to withdraw)!"

"Fall back..."

"Go, go, go!"

The cry of retreat from Amelia sounded for the first time on this foreign battlefield in Korea.

After hearing the convoy's order, the American soldiers rushed to evacuate the fortifications, rushed into the jeep, or retreated quickly on foot, like drowning people who found the rope.

"Mr. Colonel, sit still!"

Lieutenant Colonel Faith got into the car, and the soldier quickly called out to him, then hurriedly started the car and started driving.

Looking at the scene of the soldiers fleeing wildly outside the window, he felt extremely absurd in his heart.

Just over an hour ago, they were sitting on the tank talking about how to spend Christmas very happily. There were no enemies along the way. All the North Koreans who opposed them were all driven to the north. On the way to the north, there was a flat river... …

But at this time, when he was on the road again, the snow scene was still the same, but the people around him changed their expressions of panic, and dozens of hundreds of corpses of his own soldiers were left behind the sandbags behind the car.

behind him.

"Kill!"

"Kill the U.S. emperor's wild wolf..."

The snowy night is in full swing, the snow is full of flames, gunshots, killing sounds, and blood.

He can't understand most Chinese, but he has fought with Chang Kaishen for several years, and he has a clear impression of the simple but powerful "kill".

He understood that this was the most powerful signal for these Chinese soldiers to attack.

He saw that some soldiers fell in the middle of the road due to submachine gun bullets in the hands of Chinese soldiers before they could get on the back of the truck.

"We shouldn't be so passive, this is a wrong war at the wrong time, in the wrong place!"

Lieutenant Colonel Firth took a deep breath.

He regretted that he should have allowed the colonel to stop here willfully, under the pretense of enjoying the lake view.

They should join up with other teams of the 31st Regiment in front, so that even if they encounter such an enemy encirclement, it will not be so tragic. The headquarters is encircled, the commander is dead, and a large number of enemy troops are close by. Tanks and heavy weapons are even more absurd of unavailable.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became:
"Go! Don't stay, leave this ghost place..."

"Yes, sir!"

The car drove fast and escaped fast.

Some of the American soldiers ran away while shooting guns in the car, trying to prevent the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side from rushing forward.

But immediately, a bullet came from nowhere, and hit his forehead precisely, and he died with a whimper.

"There are snipers on the opposite side!"

The other soldiers in the car were so frightened that they no longer dared to take the initiative to shoot. Some of them threw their guns out of the car and lay down obediently to hide.

The battle is in the process of this tug-of-war, going further and further away.

The continuous gunfire and artillery fire left at least half of the hundreds of soldiers who fled. The dam was full of destroyed vehicles, and under the pounce of the volunteer soldiers, those soldiers who were lucky enough to escape sent out a burst of fire in the distance. Cheers.

The soldiers wanted to continue chasing, and the cadres of the companies and battalions hurriedly issued orders. They knew that there were other ambushes not far ahead, other troops.

And the large amount of weapons and equipment here is the best help to deal with the Americans and must be fully utilized.

"Every squad and platoon have them, quickly clean the battlefield!"

Xu Qing also put away the gun.

At this time, the surrounding air was filled with the suffocating smell of gunpowder. In the flames caused by shells and gasoline, the ice and snow were melting, and a huge gap was blown out of the dam.

The lake water on both sides turned blood red, and the ice and snow on the ground were only a little light, and there were corpses all over the ground, including US soldiers and our soldiers.

He glanced back, and the Seventh Company and other companies and battalions began to quickly clean up the battlefield. This kind of battle was just the beginning, and they had other tasks soon.

Xu Qing didn't go in the direction of everyone. He put his rifle on his back, took out the pistol, and carefully moved it behind the sandbags of the US army. There were some dying American devils on the road.

He did a humanitarian favor.

In front, the several hydropower houses that originally stood on the dam have been destroyed by artillery fire, but a small half of them are lucky to exist in the ruins.

He approached slowly because he had just seen some soldiers dragging the officer he had shot into the house.

The house was dimly lit.

Holding a pistol, he gently pushed open the door, and the gunfire covered the ground with dust and gravel that had been shaken off the inside of the house, but there was a strange and cheerful English singing voice inside:

"Jingle bells, jingle bells.
Jingle all the way...

what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way..."

He glanced around, the voice came from the corner.

He walked over lightly, and there was an officer sitting alone in the corner, holding a music box in his arms, playing an old American nursery rhyme "Jingle Bells".

This is the arrogant commander from before, but now his body is covered with muzzles and blood, and his life is not long.

"what's your name?"

Xu Qing didn't move forward, the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at him from afar.

He could see that the guy was still breathing, and his chest was rising and falling slightly.

"Alan Mack..."

The blue-eyed Yankee lowered his head and opened his eyelids tremblingly.

But this person was dying, he observed for a moment, then carefully groped on him, and quickly found a military ID card and his dog tag.

"So you are the supreme commander of this team, and they just left you behind?"

After Xu Qing read his message, he suddenly realized that this was a big fish.

But it's a pity that there is no way to recover his appearance. Even God and Satan can't save him, and the Americans themselves even gave up on him.

Colonel McLean opened his palm lightly, holding a small exquisite round pocket watch in his palm, with a silver border and string, inside was a black and white photo of a beautiful woman, smiling like a flower.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly:

“I…I wanna go home (I want to go home)…”

Xu Qing took the pocket watch and glanced at it. He expressed his understanding, but there were so many dead soldiers lying outside, which made him unable to let go.

"I can only give you a ride."

He wrapped his clothes around the muzzle of the gun, pressed it lightly against his chest, and fired the last shot.

boom!
The colonel's muffled voice stopped abruptly, and his blank eyes were full of regret and unwillingness, but at this moment, there was only the Christmas nursery rhyme that was still playing softly in the room.

There are only enemies and friends on the battlefield, there is no right or wrong.

With him, there is no situation where some guns can be fired and some guns can not be fired.

"What's wrong!"

Outside, they heard gunshots, and Qianli and the others ran in.

"It's okay, I met a big fish."

Xu Qing threw his military officer certificate to Qianli.

"Colonel?"

Qianli looked at his military ID card, then at the fresh muzzle on this guy, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing else:

"... well done."

Looking at this house again, it should be the temporary command post of the enemy army. As soon as they arrived here, they simply decorated the originally poor house. There was also a photo of a hot magazine girl on the wall. Unrestrained American female model, extravagant capitalist life.

He looked at it and it said Barbara Britton.He doesn't know.

At this time, Marilyn Monroe was not the lover of her dreams.

God knows which movie star this is.

Looking back at the corpse sitting in the corner with his head bowed, this guy was quite affectionate, but he might not be so loyal in reality.

He had no time to take care of it, but Yu Congrong's eyes widened:
"Do Americans... dress like this?"

Ping He, Song Weiguo, and Lei Gong also came up to take a look, some clicked their tongues, and some blushed.

"What do you care about people?"

Qianli patted his head away, glanced at it, and was shocked for a moment by the bold style of painting.

But he quickly returned to normal: "...Don't look, pack up your things quickly, and leave immediately!"

With a stern face, he tore off the poster photo to prevent everyone from watching it.

Xu Qing quickly searched for things at the side.

There are two desks and a camp bed in the room. There is a radio, a diary, cigars, a tin roller lighter, and a small bottle of whiskey beside the bed.

In the drawer on the table, Xu Qing collected chocolates, a few pieces of candy, cigarettes, cocoa powder, white bread, canned meat, compressed biscuits, all good things to supplement calories.

Seeing that Xu Qing was so young and so calm, the others coughed quickly, and hurriedly picked up the clothes on the corpse.

Everyone got the enemy's cotton-padded clothes, leather clothes, gloves, combat boots, woolen sweaters and so on, regardless of whether he was dead or not. At this time, life-saving is the most important thing, and all of them are distributed to those soldiers who don't have any cotton-padded clothes at all, so that they can hurry up Wrap under clothing to keep warm.

"Seventh company, get ready to go!"

But after a while, everyone drove the car and pulled the artillery, and set off again in a mighty way.

"Jingle bells...jingle bells...Jingle all the way..."

There is an unknown battle ahead, and on the ruins of the dam behind, only the American nursery rhyme representing warmth and reunion is still singing on the dead battlefield.

(End of this chapter)