Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 9: First Battle Victory
"Yoho..."
"Shhh..."
More and more American soldiers drove cars, jeeps and tanks to the village, about a battalion of soldiers. The empty Hyesanjin soon became lively. Motor vehicles were parked randomly on the open ground, and the American soldiers cheered and howled. Some even fired blank guns into the air recklessly, as if to show off their powerful military force.
At this time, their war correspondents also arrived. They held up old-fashioned cameras and pressed the shutter buttons frantically, capturing every shot of victory. The soldiers also cooperated by holding up their guns and posing various victory gestures. A group of American soldiers even imitated what Patton did when he reached the Rhine River during World War II, and unbuttoned their pants and urinated by the Yalu River.
However, what they could not have imagined was that peeing into the river in the temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero was a very painful thing. Many soldiers stood by the river for a long time but could not squeeze out a drop, which only caused laughter from other soldiers!
"Hey, your thing is broken!"
"I'd love to take a picture of you and send it to your wife!"
"If it were me, I would personally hand the photo to your wife and then propose to her. I think she would be happy to accept it!"
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They joked without any scruples, not knowing that a regiment of the Volunteer Army was ambushing in the surrounding mountains. At this moment, they reached the Yalu River, which seemed to mean that the war was over and they could go home. But what they didn't know was that it was at this moment that the war had just begun!
"Tu Tu!" A few times, three red flares slowly rose into the sky with a whistling sound in the surprised eyes of the American soldiers. The second battle carefully planned by General Peng started in full swing.
"Kill!" The volunteer soldiers, who had long been unable to contain themselves, leaped out of the trenches like tigers and pounced on the stunned enemy at the foot of the mountain like an avalanche.
The charge sounded again, but this time the sound was drowned out by the shouts of killing that erupted from the soldiers' throats.
Not for any reason, but because our motherland is behind us, and to let the people know that we are killing the enemy! We want to let the people on the other side of the river know that with us here, they will never have to worry about the enemy setting foot on Chinese soil!
"Kill!" I also roared and rushed towards the enemy with a rifle with a fixed bayonet. At this time, I didn't know where the strength and confidence came from. I just felt that someone was pushing me to run down the mountain. I seemed to see the enemy being defeated under our attack.
In fact, this was indeed the case. Before we could rush to the front, the enemy was in chaos.
The American soldiers who were peeing by the river ran back without even having time to button up their pants. Cars and tanks turned around one after another. The fast-moving jeep left behind a large group of chasing soldiers fled wildly, but were soon blocked by other cars on the narrow road.
The tank turned around awkwardly, pushing the car blocking its way to the side of the road. The American soldiers who had no time to avoid it were crushed and cried for help under the car.
When the volunteers rushed in front of the U.S. troops, they no longer had the majestic posture they had just now, but raised their hands without any resistance. Some volunteers even pointed their rifles at the tanks, ordering the U.S. troops hiding inside to come out and surrender. In just this moment, the victors became panicked surrenderers.
"The American devils are really not that good!" Hu Zi waved his hand and confiscated the guns of three American soldiers. He laughed and said, "This time I really captured American prisoners!"
"Leave a platoon to clean up the battlefield, and the other units continue to advance!" Captain Chu ordered loudly. They have been chased by the enemy these days, and it is really unpleasant to be driven like ducks. Now it is time to return along the original route and give the enemy a surprise attack.
We ran towards the road, crunching on the thick snow. Gunfire rang out again from all around us. The volunteers hiding in the mountains and forests launched a counterattack against the invading U.S. troops almost at the same time. Four or five hundred thousand people, even if everyone was holding a hatchet, they would scare the Americans half to death.
The buzzing sound of enemy planes could be heard faintly in the sky, but the volunteers ignored it completely because they knew very well that the enemy planes could not be seen at all in the gray sky at dusk, and even if they could be seen, they would not be able to distinguish between friend and foe, so at night it was the volunteers' world!
The timing for the volunteers to launch a counterattack was just right. Dusk was when it was about to get dark. At this time, the volunteers had already rested for a day and now had a whole night to chase and kill the enemy.
As for the UN troops, they had been traveling for a whole day. At this time, they were hungry, tired and needed to eat and rest, but they were forced to pick up guns to fight or escape. In addition, their high-tech equipment was difficult to play a role at night, so it was obvious who was better on the battlefield.
A full moon slowly rose from the horizon, flashing cold light like a mirror hanging on a tree, casting a blurry shadow next to the volunteer army and illuminating this pale and cruel battlefield.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of gunfire from the front, one burst after another.
"Let's get started." Commander Chu shouted, "Speed up, comrades, let's show those Americans how powerful we are, and let the comrades of the People's Army see that our Chinese soldiers are not pushovers!"
"Yes!" The soldiers shouted and ran forward at a faster pace.
We avoided the road, climbed up the hill and looked down. It was indeed the Americans, and it was the American armored forces. There were more than 20 tanks, most of which were "Chaffee" light tanks, and two or three medium tanks of unknown model.
At this time, they were forming a circle on an open area at the foot of the mountain. A destroyed tank was parked at the narrow exit, just blocking the escape route of the US armored forces. It seemed that it was done by the volunteers.
But those American soldiers were not bad either. They knew they couldn't escape, so they surrounded all the tanks in a circle in the middle of the open field. A company of infantrymen stood in the circle, using the tanks as cover. The tanks covered the infantry, and the infantry covered the tanks, which allowed them to build an impenetrable steel defense line.
Now it's good, I smiled bitterly in my heart, we have trapped this group of iron lumps here, they can't escape, and we can't eat them, a regiment of volunteers are all blocked here and can't move forward. It's night now and the 75mm guns of those tanks can't play a role. If it's daybreak, they can open the guns, plus the reinforcements from the planes...
