Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

The Chinese soldiers came out from their hiding places, checked their guns, felt for grenades on their bodies, and dug up other soldiers. There were a lot of steel fragments mixed in the soil, which burned their hands.

Most of the soldiers were called out, packed up their guns and prepared for battle. Some soldiers' guns were damaged by the explosion, and their eyes were red with pain, but they did not shed tears even though they were covered with wounds.

The company commander consoled him: "Your gun is broken, why are you crying? The Americans will send you a good one right away!"

The soldiers immediately regained their fighting spirit.

Qiao turned over and insisted on staying in the third row position. There were only sixteen of them left. Before the battle began, the deputy company commander sent them reinforcements, who was the deputy company commander himself.

During the last battle, the third platoon leader had a cut on his forehead from shrapnel, and his face was covered in blood, looking bloody and terrifying.

The deputy company commander joked: "Why don't you deal with it? It looks like a ghost."

"Deputy Captain, I just want to be a devil, the Satan of the American devils."

"Third Platoon Leader, you haven't stopped studying recently. You even know the American Satan. That's a big devil!"

"I'm sending them to hell!"

Qiao turned over to stop them and whispered, "Come up!"

The deputy company commander looked down and said happily, "It's the puppet army. Brothers, get closer and fight them."

Han Jun went up the mountain, stepping on the soft soil, his heart pounding. The ground was loosened by the explosion, but there were still people there. He was thankful that the Americans attacked first.

Walking onto the battlefield, a Han Army soldier fished out the barrel of a machine gun from the dirt and exclaimed, "It's a Chinese antique."

The captain of the Han army looked around and found the position was quiet.

The Han soldiers gradually relaxed. Some of them put away their guns, took out cigarette boxes, put a cigarette in their mouths, searched the position with their eyes, and found a small burning fire. They pretended to light a cigarette by putting their faces close to the fire.

When I got closer, I found that the small fire was a burning gun stock.

Holding a lit cigarette, the Han army soldiers cast admiring glances at him. The Han soldier also felt that he was courageous and heroic!

The other Han soldiers followed suit and came over to light their cigarettes.

The captain of the Han army found a high place, called a signalman, waved a small flag, prepared to report, and occupied the position.

Qiao turned over and looked at the deputy company commander. The Han army soldiers raised small flags and the deputy company commander shouted, "Fight!"

The third platoon leader shot and killed the Han army soldier waving a small flag, and Qiao Fanshe killed the Han army company commander.

In an instant, the Chinese army opened fire with all its firepower.

The torrential rain of bullets knocked the Han Army soldiers to the ground and scattered them like sand blown away by the wind.

The mortar gunner behind the position heard that the enemy was Han Guoren, so he put the shells he was about to fire back into the box. The soldier curled his lips and said, "We still need shells to fight the Japanese devils!"

The Han people used the bodies of their accomplices as cover and fired at the Chinese army.

Dense bullets flew over the heads of the Chinese soldiers.

Qiao turned over and reloaded his bullets. The third platoon leader understood what he meant and threw out two grenades. In the gap between the explosions, Qiao turned over and rushed out with the two soldiers. After lying down, he also threw out grenades. The third platoon leader led the soldiers to rush out.

The deputy company commander commanded other soldiers to suppress the Han army's shooting.

After a few jumps, the third platoon leader and Qiao turned over and approached Han Jun. Six people each held a grenade and threw them all at Han Jun's head.

The grenade exploded in the middle of the Han army, and the Han soldiers howled like wolves and ghosts.

The third platoon leader shouted, "Charge!"

Six soldiers, holding guns loaded with bullets, fired fiercely at the Han army.

After finishing a round, lie down quickly.

The deputy company commander rushed out with the remaining soldiers, shooting as they ran.

The third platoon leader led Joe to turn over and use this opportunity to reload the bullets.

After several rounds of charges, the Han army could not withstand it and retreated one after another.

The soldiers made a fortune from the dead Han soldiers, picked up their grenades, and threw them on their heads for free.

One of the US military's tasks was to provide flank cover for the Han Army. Facing the Chinese Army, the US military was timid and did not dare to provide flank cover, so they hid behind the Han Army.

Seeing the Han army retreating like a tide, the new recruits in the American army became nervous and put their fingers on the trigger, and a series of bullets hit the Han army.

The Han soldiers became furious and also shot at the American troops.

The American army panicked and ran back desperately.

Sloan was preparing to lead a large force to flee south along the highway. As soon as he rushed onto the highway, he was rushed to pieces by the retreating American and Han troops.

Colonel Sloan had a headache and wanted to run away but failed. The Han people were really not bragging. They were not good at fighting enemies, but they were absolutely first-class at causing trouble for their allies.

Qiao, who was hiding in the dark, turned over and saw Li Xiuzhe slowly put down the telescope. He asked with gloating, "Did the Han army of the Eastern Hero occupy the position of the Chinese?"

Li Xiuzhe didn't say anything, but slapped himself hard twice.

For the failure of this attack.

The leader of the Han army, Jin Zhenhuan, was filled with righteous indignation and went to Sloan to complain: "The American army shot at the Han army from behind!"

The reason for the failure was attributed to the US army stabbing their teammates in the back.

Captain Sloan conducted a serious investigation and proved that the Han army was rogue and the US military did not shoot at the Han people at all. It was the Han people themselves who were frightened by the Chinese.

Both sides hold their own opinions.

The sun was about to set, and after dark, everything would be over.

Captain Sloan received a call from Division Commander Kai, who was leading a large force on the retreat route and was already on the way.

Sloan called for air support again, and as American planes dropped incendiary bombs, he replanned his attack.

One team of Han troops and one team of American troops rushed forward shoulder to shoulder, determined to crush the Chinese.

Sloan was supervising the battle at the foot of the mountain. If the position was not captured, no one would be able to come back alive.

The Americans risked their lives.

When the planes in the sky were bombing, Sloan pulled out all the cannons in the regiment and fired all the shells at the still burning Chinese army positions.

The Chinese troops on the position also knew that before dark, the US army would definitely launch the most frenzied attack.

There are less than forty people able to fight on the position now.

Almost everyone was injured and there was not much ammunition left.

As the bombing continued, Mi Han's army rushed to the foot of the mountain.

The American planes in the sky were so frightened that they stopped dropping bombs immediately for fear of accidental casualties, and dropped bombs deep into the Chinese army's territory.

The Chinese Army gunner said bitterly: "It would be better if I had an anti-aircraft gun in my hand."

After the American planes flew away, the 9th Regiment continued to fire artillery shells for more than 20 minutes.

Sloan stood on the jeep and gave a speech: "If we don't take the position before dark, we will all die."

Joe, who was observing from the mountain, turned over and beat the flames on his body. His skin was burning as if it was being roasted, and his clothes were torn to pieces at the slightest touch.

The pit dug behind the mountain almost became their grave.

Qiao Fanshen was ready to sacrifice himself at any time, and his only requirement was to capture an American devil before he died.

While climbing to the top of the mountain and putting out the flames in front of me, I happened to see an American officer giving a speech in a jeep at the foot of the mountain.

Qiao turned over and grabbed the gun, took a look and was not sure. Seeing the third platoon leader putting out the fire on his body, he immediately made a gesture.

The third platoon leader understood what he meant and ran to the mortar position.

The gunner dug the shell box out of the ground, measured the distance, adjusted the focus, and a shell entered the chamber. With a bang, the shell drew a 60-meter arc in the sky and fell on the American jeep. The car flew for half a day and turned into a pile of scrap metal when it fell to the ground.

At this time, Mi Han's army began to attack the mountain.

Captain Sloan had jumped off the jeep and was supervising the battle from behind the attacking troops. Otherwise, he would have followed the jeep into the sky, and when he fell down, he would have been broken into pieces even more than the jeep.

Even at this point in the battle, the Chinese still had artillery shells, which made the attacking American officers and soldiers feel uneasy.

Will the Chinese rush out from underground in an endless stream? If the Chinese are not hiding underground, how do you explain that such intense ground bombing has no effect on them!

Qiao turned over and kept sending signals to the third platoon leader. The mortar operator kept adjusting the firing range and fired all the shells. After firing the last shell, he pushed the gun over, grabbed the engineer shovel for digging holes, and rushed towards the position.