Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 40: Battle of Hill 299 (XIV)
Ten minutes later, I threw the last stone and had to grab the rifle with a bayonet next to me. The soldiers were ready without waiting for my order.
Holding the cold rifle in my hand, my heart began to tense. We might be able to stab a few enemies if we rushed forward, but the enemies behind us would have enough time to knock us to the ground with their submachine guns when we rushed forward again. I could almost see the scene of us being shot at by the enemies with submachine guns...
"Platoon Leader Cui!" Just as we were about to charge, Jin Qiulian came over and whispered , "Do you want a wife in your next life? Then I'll do more evil in this life!"
After she finished speaking, before I could react, she picked up her rifle and was about to rush forward, but at this moment, a cannon shot suddenly rang out, and she was stunned and I pulled her back.
The U.S. troops were just a few meters away from us. Logically, the Americans shouldn't have fired artillery. After all, there were only seven of us and the enemy had hundreds of people. After a barrage of artillery fire, it was clear which side would have suffered more casualties.
If it wasn't the Americans firing the artillery, it was the Volunteer Army, and the logistics of the Volunteer Army were extremely difficult. Often, the artillery shells that took more than ten days to transport were only enough for a few minutes, so the Volunteer Army generally did not fire artillery unless it was absolutely necessary. That is to say...
"Our main force has arrived and has begun the counterattack!"
As I said this to everyone, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I had saved my life!
When I stuck my head out to take a look, I saw that the Americans in front of the position were already running back madly with their heads in their hands under the artillery fire. Occasionally, a shell would blow a few Americans into the air.
"Well done! Well done!"
"Fight a little longer!"
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The volunteers had had enough of the pain from the American artillery, and now they felt relieved when they saw their own artillery bombarding the American troops and forcing them to flee in panic...
However, the Volunteer Army's logistical supplies were seriously insufficient. Almost every time a shell was transported up, several Volunteer Army soldiers would starve because they could not get enough food. So the cannons stopped firing after a few minutes.
Instead, there were charges and shouts of killing all over the mountains. Our comrades who were behind us jumped out of their fortifications and rushed towards the US troops. Gunshots and explosions were soon heard in front of us.
Originally, I also wanted to rush forward, but my tense nerves suddenly relaxed and I couldn't exert any strength at all. I sat down in the trench. I saw that my comrades were in the same situation. They were all slumped and couldn't move, but they still had smiles of victory on their faces.
"Comrades, let's go down the mountain!" After resting for a while on the top of the mountain, I threw away the broken gun without bullets in my hand and said weakly: "Comrades, now is not the time to rest. Let's go down the mountain to pick up some suitable guns and bullets."
"Platoon Leader Cui is right!" The old squad leader responded, "Although the army has discipline and captured trophies must be handed in, our guns are all broken. We don't know how long we have to wait for guns and bullets. We can't let us go to the battlefield empty-handed!"
"Yes! Go pick up a gun..." Everyone became excited when they heard this, and they gathered up their last bit of strength and slowly walked down the mountain.
The foot of the mountain was filled with volunteer soldiers running forward. When they passed by us, they all looked at us with admiration. I think it was because we held off the enemy's attack and won their respect.
But this section of the road was so long. On this short 100-meter hillside, there were more than 100 volunteers and more than 300 American soldiers lying there. The soft ground under our feet was full of corpses. Because they were turned over several times by American artillery, most of the corpses could not recognize their original owners.
Everyone supported each other and walked down slowly, and no one spoke. I didn't know what they were thinking. What I was thinking was that Captain Zhang was saving me, I killed two Japanese here, and Platoon Leader Liu died here...
On this short stretch of hillside, almost every inch of land is condensed with my painful and cruel memories, killing and being killed, life and death, almost every second is a fight for my own survival!
To be honest, during the battle, I didn’t think about the great motherland or the people. I only thought about my sacrificed comrades, Captain Zhang who sacrificed himself to save me, and how I could survive…
When everyone walked down the mountain, they all looked back at the hill where we had fought. Its surface was covered with corpses, and at first glance it looked like a pile of corpses.
It took us a long time to turn around and focus our attention on the guns scattered on the ground. Huzi picked up a gun and fiddled with it before throwing it away. He said, "This ground has also been bombed by a cannon. The barrels are bent. Let's go look for them in front..."
When we turned the corner, we saw a spectacular sight: the cars, cannons, and tanks abandoned by the Americans were endless, all blocked by us on this stretch of road. The U.S. military had long since abandoned these heavy equipment and fled down the mountain road, leaving behind only corpses, documents, papers, and photos on the ground...
I turned over several bodies, picked up an M1 rifle, an M1911 pistol, and a few grenades, and stuffed the rifle bullets into the bullet bag. The days without bullets are too scary. Until now, I am still afraid. Now it seems that only picking up more bullets can give me more sense of security.
The M1 rifle is still better, with a long range, reliability, and great power...
At this moment, I suddenly saw an M1 with a scope leaning against the inside of a jeep. I hurriedly dropped the gun in my hand and grabbed the one.
"What kind of gun is this? It even has a small mirror?" When everyone saw that my gun was strange, they all gathered around me.
"Sniper rifle!"
I looked around through the scope. The magnification was about two or three times. It should be the M1C developed by the US military at the end of World War II to deal with Japanese snipers. Strictly speaking, this is not a sniper rifle in the actual sense. It is just some good ones picked out from the M1 rifles, with special accessories such as 2.5x scopes, muzzle flash hiders, cheek pads, etc. Even the bullets are ordinary rifle bullets.
But even so, this rifle is countless times better than ordinary rifles. I couldn't put it down and started playing with it.
Huzi touched his head with envy, and without saying anything else, he got into the jeep and rummaged around, as if he was trying to find something good. After a while, there was a sudden noise, and I soon realized that Huzi had accidentally turned on a radio. At this time, a song came from the radio that stunned all the Chinese soldiers present.
The radio came with very standard Chinese: "This is China National Radio, now broadcasting the national anthem of the People's Republic of China."
The volunteers who had been fighting for their lives since they went abroad, their faces stained with fireworks and blood, their clothes ragged, they stood on the road filled with smoke, motionless, around this radio.
"Rise up, you who refuse to be slaves!
Let us use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall!
The Chinese nation has reached the most dangerous moment, and everyone is forced to make the final roar!
Get up! Get up! Get up!
We are united as one and advance despite the enemy's artillery fire!
Braving the enemy's fire, advance! Forward!!
Go ahead!!!"
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(I would like to pay tribute to the heroes of the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion of the 335th Regiment of the 38th Army who fought on Songgufeng in the Battle of Hill 299. The company successfully resisted the attack of thousands of American troops from both sides when they ran out of ammunition, intercepted the American deserters and waited for the arrival of the large army. In the end, they only had seven people left, but they successfully held the position and created a miracle.
At this point, the second battle ended. In this battle, our army basically annihilated the 7th and 8th Divisions of South Korea, annihilated most of the Turkish Brigade, dealt a devastating blow to the 2nd and 7th Divisions of the United States, and the 1st Marine Division, annihilated the 25th Division of the United States, and part of the 1st Cavalry Division, and killed more than 36,000 enemies [including more than 24,000 American soldiers]. Our army suffered more than 30,700 casualties, and the enemy-to-us casualty ratio was 1:0.85. 18 enemy aircraft were captured, shot down, or damaged, more than 200 tanks and armored vehicles, more than 1,100 artillery pieces of various types, and more than 3,300 vehicles were captured, destroyed, or damaged. )
