Volume 1: The First Battle Chapter 15: Battle of Nameless Mountain
Before they had walked far, they heard the sound of machine guns and rocket launchers exploding behind them. They must have been Captain Zhao and his men opening fire.
"The helicopter is really back?" Chen Ye glanced at me and said jokingly, "Comrade Cui, you are really as good as Zhuge Liang in calculating things. You can predict everything!"
"It's just a guess!" I laughed shyly. Actually, I'm not a fortune teller. I just know that the US military has a habit . After each bombing, or bomber bombing, they would go back to check the results and collect data for reference for the next operation.
This aircraft can be given to South Korea, but it takes more than a few days to train a pilot, and it takes more than a meal to learn how to use the high-tech electronic equipment, so of course it is an American who operates the helicopter.
In addition, China performed very poorly in World War I and World War II, so Americans have never taken Chinese soldiers seriously. Didn’t MacArthur say: "Give me two divisions, and I can take care of North Korea!", "If the Chinese dare to join the war, I will organize a massacre and let the Chinese blood flow like a river..."
So under such conditions of habit and underestimation of the enemy, it is natural that the helicopter would go back to see the results of the battle. However, this time, that thing might never go back.
"Report!" At this time, a soldier in camouflage, who was obviously a scout at a glance, trotted up to Captain Chu and saluted, saying, "Report to the captain, we have spotted puppet troops two miles ahead. Their numbers are unknown, and there are about two regiments of soldiers!"
"Radio!"
"Report to the regiment commander!" A soldier reported with a red face: "The radio... the radio was just blown up."
"What happened?" Captain Chu got anxious when he heard this. His face flushed and he shouted loudly, "You didn't protect such an important thing as the radio station. Now we are deaf and blind, aren't we?"
"Communicator!" After a pause, he immediately called two soldiers and said, "You immediately find the division headquarters, tell us the location and situation, and tell Division Commander Deng that we will stop the enemy and will never let them go north again."
"Ah?" I was stunned when I heard that. Using one regiment to fight two regiments? Not only was the number of troops at a disadvantage, but the enemy also had artillery and American aircraft support...
"Everyone in the regiment!" Captain Chu shouted loudly, "Get ready for battle, advance at full speed, and seize favorable terrain before the enemy!"
"yes!"
The volunteers responded and ran towards the enemy at full speed, their speed was no slower than my 100-meter sprint in school. At first glance, the two thousand volunteers rushed forward like a steel torrent, and I couldn't help but run, but the scenes of planes and artillery bombing kept flashing through my mind, and I couldn't help but shudder.
The two armies traveled more than two miles in opposite directions, and they met in just a few minutes. The volunteers turned a corner at the foot of the mountain and suddenly found that the enemy was not far ahead. They saw the puppet soldiers jumping off the trucks one after another and climbing up the mountain, apparently with the purpose of seizing those high grounds.
"Comrades, speed up! We must get ahead of the enemy!" Captain Chu shouted loudly.
"yes!"
The volunteers once again accelerated their pace and rushed forward. At this time, a dramatic scene appeared on the battlefield. Before the battle began, the enemy and our side started a running competition. The enemy was on the other side of the hilltop, and our army was on this side of the hilltop. Both sides tried their best to run towards the hilltop dotted with a few trees. There was no doubt that whoever ran to the hilltop first would seize the initiative and occupy the advantageous terrain.
"Tu Tu..." A few times, I don't know when, several volunteer gunners have set up 60 and 82 guns to fire at the enemy, and soon there are explosions and screams from the other side of the mountain. Mortars have this feature, because the curvature of their trajectory is very large, so they can easily bypass the mountain and hit the enemy on the other side, while the enemy's more powerful field artillery and howitzers can hardly do this.
"Kill..." In about a quarter of an hour, the volunteers successfully rushed to the top of the hill.
Although the South Korean troops were native locals and were familiar with both the climate and terrain, they relied too much on modern transportation under the care of the Americans, so they did not run fast.
The volunteer soldiers, known as "Iron Feet", relied on their two legs whether climbing mountains or wading through water, so they won the running competition without any suspense.
With a burst of crisp gunfire, the soldiers who had just climbed to the top of the hill saw the enemy climbing up on the other side. They raised their Type 38 rifles and fired without waiting for orders. When I climbed to the top of the hill and looked down, a large number of enemies had fallen down on the hillside.
However, this group of puppet troops was not as weak as those encountered in the previous two battles. Perhaps they knew that we were outnumbered, or perhaps they relied on the support of aircraft and artillery. Despite such an obvious disadvantage, they still stubbornly organized a charge. Several Browning light machine guns roared and fired rows of bullets at the bottom of the hill, covering the puppet troops rushing up. The puppet soldiers also fired their M1 rifles at random towards the hill.
The Browning light machine gun could fire up to 600 rounds per minute. Combined with the rifles in the hands of the puppet soldiers, the bullets immediately poured down on the hilltop like raindrops, making it impossible for the volunteers to raise their heads.
So this is the legendary fire suppression. I lay on the ground and dared not move. I could only hear the whistling of bullets in my ears. From time to time, bullets hit me in front of me, stirring up bursts of snow powder and sprinkling them on my face.
No wonder the Volunteer Army had to fight night battles. In broad daylight, let alone planes and artillery, the firepower on land alone was not on the same level. Isn't there a saying: "The firepower of an enemy regiment is stronger than that of an army of the Volunteer Army?" In this situation, no matter how brave the Volunteer Army was, it would be difficult for it to engage in a head-on fight with the enemy's firepower.
I couldn't help but feel a little timid. If the artillery bombardment was like thunder that shocked people, then this fire suppression was like rain that made it impossible to avoid!
With a "puff", a volunteer soldier who was lying next to me raised his gun and was about to charge, but he was knocked to the ground by several bullets, and warm blood splattered all over my face.
"How can they stand up?" I thought to myself over and over again: "There are bullets everywhere. If they stand up, won't they just die? Isn't that suicide?" At this moment, I couldn't understand the actions of these volunteer soldiers, but I knew in my heart that if I continued like this and waited until the enemy rushed to us, the result would be the same.
So I thought of retreating. I lay on the ground, turned around with difficulty and crawled back, but I didn't expect that turning on the snow, especially on the sloped snow, requires extreme caution. I didn't step on the right heel and slid down the hillside...
"Oh my god, isn't this a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?"
I slid down the mountain involuntarily, exposing myself to the puppet soldiers. Immediately, several of them aimed their guns at me.
I cried out : "My life is over now."
But at this critical moment, a miracle happened again. Just like I would reach out my hand reflexively when I was about to fall, I subconsciously raised the rifle in my hand. "Bang, bang, bang..." After a few gunshots, I fired all eight bullets in the M1 rifle in one breath. The magazine ejected with a "clang" sound. The puppet soldiers who were about to shoot at me were shot and fell to the ground without exception, including a machine gunner and an assisting soldier in front of me.
Ignoring the increasingly rapid sliding speed and the enemy's astonished expressions, I took out the box gun on my waist, placed it flat, and fired at the enemy, knocking down four or five more enemies to the ground.
I kept hearing the sounds of "Puff...Puff..." and when I looked in the direction of the gunshots, I saw two puppet soldiers holding M1s and shooting at me not far in front of me. However, since I was sliding down too fast, all their bullets missed me.
As I was about to slide in front of them, I dropped the rifle and pistol in my hands, pushed my feet back with all my strength, and took advantage of the speed of sliding down to pounce on them like an arrow.
When I got in front of them, I quickly reached out with both hands and grabbed their necks one by one. Two muffled groans came out, and the two guys' necks were broken when they fell to the ground.
There were constant banging sounds and small snowflakes flying around me. I knew it was the enemy shooting at me, so I quickly rolled on the ground a few times and stopped right next to the machine gun position that I had just eliminated.
Without giving me time to think, I picked up my machine gun and started firing. With a burst of dense "da da da..." sounds, strings of white snowflakes like small fountains emerged from the snow, and bright red blood spurted out of the puppet soldiers' bodies, and then they slid down the hillside in all kinds of strange and terrifying postures.
"Kill..." The volunteers on the hill took this opportunity to launch an attack. They rushed into the enemy with their bayonets raised like tigers descending from the mountain. The sound of blades entering flesh and screams filled the air.
In terms of firepower, the Volunteer Army could not match these well-equipped puppet troops, but in terms of close combat, these puppet troops were no match for the Volunteer Army. The puppet troops, which were originally on the offensive, were defeated in just one encounter. The entire army no longer had the courage to resist and retreated down the mountain like a flood.
"Nice fight!" I don't know when Hu Zi came in front of me, laughing and saying, "Nice fight, damn!"
After saying that, he continued to chase the puppet soldiers with the bloody bayonet, but I suddenly collapsed in front of the machine gun, unable to exert any strength anymore.
