Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

In late November, a fierce battle was taking place in the Changjin Lake area in northern North Korea. 11 Chinese volunteers faced UN troops, and both sides used their best skills and tried their best to deal a fatal blow to the other side.

The proactive volunteers achieved remarkable results at the beginning of the battle, dividing and encircling the enemy and preparing to concentrate superior forces to defeat them one by one.

The United Nations forces would not sit idly by and wait for death. They relied on their advanced equipment to set up positions to resist on the spot, called for air support, and continued to attack the volunteers in an attempt to find a breakthrough and escape.

The battle between the two sides entered a white-hot stage from the very beginning. There was continuous artillery fire and gunfire on the front line, which could be heard clearly even in the rear.

While the frontline was in a state of frenzy, the rear was not idle either. In the temporary station of the 702nd Regiment, Cheng Hao cleared the snow, set up a simple earth stove on the ground, and used the collected firewood to melt and boil the snow for the frontline soldiers to use.

The weather was so cold that hot water was needed to melt the dry food that had frozen into ice bricks. At the same time, boiling water was also needed to disinfect medical supplies when treating the wounds of the wounded.

"Zhu Zi, watch the fire.

I'll go to the front to help!"

As the battle continued, the 702nd Regiment began to suffer large numbers of casualties under the enemy's powerful firepower. Due to the shortage of manpower on the front line, some logistics personnel had to be transferred to support and help transport the wounded and ammunition.

"Be careful!"

He Yuzhu covered his cracked lips and managed to squeeze out a reminder.

At the beginning of the war, He Yuzhu was frozen unconscious, and was saved thanks to Cheng Hao's timely rescue. Even so, his current condition is still very bad, and he has difficulty moving, so he can only do odd jobs in the rear.

"Ah."

Cheng Hao responded, and without looking back, he followed the team heading to the front line and headed straight into the hail of bullets.

Cheng Hao, carrying an ammunition box, lowered his body and quickly crossed the battle line, encountering several waves of wounded soldiers along the way. The white snow had long been stained with the red of blood and the black of gunpowder smoke. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a huge graffiti. The closer to the front line, the darker the color, which showed that the battle was very fierce.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sound of artillery shells exploding and bullets whistling passed by his ears, urging Cheng Hao to speed up. Bullets have no eyes, and every extra minute spent on the front line is a risk of death.

After unloading the ammunition, he had to transport the wounded back immediately without any delay.

Suppressing his inner fear, he entered the trench, and after galloping for a while following his comrades who led the way, Cheng Hao finally reached his destination.

This was a position arranged at the foot of the mountain. The troops of the 702th Company of the 7nd Regiment dug several trenches and echoed with the friendly forces on the right, forming a two-wing pincer attack and encircling a US military unit near the lake.

Behind the U.S. troops was a frozen lake, which had already shown signs of breaking apart under the bombardment. The frozen soil beneath their feet was very hard and difficult to dig into to form an effective position. They had a hard time resisting the repeated attacks of the Volunteer Army, and there were signs of a faint collapse.

However, they were well-equipped, with strong firepower, equipped with considerable light and heavy machine guns, and could even request artillery support from the rear. In a desperate counterattack, they caused heavy casualties to the 7th Company.

Now both sides have suffered heavy casualties and are holding on with only their last breath, waiting for one side to collapse so that the battle can end.

When Cheng Hao arrived at the front line, only one and a half platoons of soldiers were left in the 7th Company, and the rest were either killed in battle or injured and left the front line. He had just put down his ammunition and was about to carry the wounded when a big man with a charred face pressed his shoulders.

"Boy, I'm Zhao Dezhu, the commander of the 7th Company. Which unit are you from? Can you shoot a gun?"

Cheng Hao swallowed and told the truth under the other party's burning gaze.

"Reporting to the company commander, I'm Cheng Hao from the regiment's kitchen squad, and I can shoot a gun!"

"Okay, how about you guys?"

Captain Zhao turned and looked at the five soldiers who had rushed over with him.

A few people were stunned for a moment and then responded immediately.

"Okay, since you can use a gun, stay.

Third Platoon Leader, give them guns and prepare for battle!"

Captain Zhao's face immediately showed joy, and he waved his hand, ordering his subordinates to distribute the equipment.

The 7th Company and its brothers from another company besieged a platoon of American soldiers in front of them for most of the day but were unable to take them down.

Now is the time for a decisive battle, and the addition of new forces will undoubtedly increase the chances of winning.

"Captain, this is inappropriate."

The third platoon leader looked bitter and advised in a low voice.

Cheng Hao's team was mostly made up of logistics personnel, so their combat effectiveness was difficult to guarantee. Moreover, it was not a good idea to privately detain the people from the regiment's cooking class without the regiment's consent. Once the regiment investigated, there would be a lot of trouble.

"There's nothing inappropriate."

Captain Zhao showed a nonchalant expression, looked at Cheng Hao and asked, "Cheng Hao, what orders did you receive?"

"Reporting to the company commander, we have been ordered to come to support the 7th Company."

Cheng Hao repeated the order given by his superior word for word. This was a military order and no deviation was allowed.

"Did you hear that? They are sent to support us.

Since you are providing support, you have to listen to me.

Give them guns immediately and prepare for battle!"

By now, more than half of the 7th Company had been killed or wounded, and Captain Zhao could not care about anything else. He had to kill the American platoon in front of him and avenge the dead and wounded brothers. He was willing to be punished for this.

"Yes, company commander!"

After the order was issued, the third platoon leader quickly distributed a Type 38 rifle with a dozen rounds of ammunition to Cheng Hao and his men. As for grenades, he didn't give them any.

Captain Zhao had just distributed all the company's grenades to several scouts and was waiting to lead the charge.

Soon the battle order was conveyed to everyone on the position in turn. After obtaining the consent of friendly forces, Captain Zhao decisively launched an offensive.

"Da da da."

Rapid gunfire rang out from the friendly position on the right, instantly drawing the attention of the U.S. military.

Almost at the same time, the bugler of the Seventh Company stood up and blew the bugle.

The loud charge horn resounded throughout the Seventh Company's position. All the soldiers instantly became excited and charged towards the enemy's position like crazy.

There was no cover between the two armies, so hiding was meaningless. The only way to win the battle was to approach the enemy as quickly as possible and defeat them.

Faced with the 7th Company's fearless charge, the enemy felt as if they were facing a formidable foe and hastily turned around to prepare for the attack.

Unfortunately, they had too few people, and it was too late for them to react now.

Captain Zhao rushed to the front and led several scouts to throw grenades at the enemy positions.

As a series of explosions splashed up debris, the soldiers of the 7th Company rushed to the enemy position under the cover of grenades and launched a fierce attack.

The two sides got closer and closer, and the fight eventually turned into hand-to-hand combat.