The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 431 May 21
Commander Pang immediately said: "I don't blame you for this incident. Everyone has completed the task. Under the current conditions, this is already very good. Do you have anything to add?"

Xia Yuan thought about it, and said: "Commander, I can assure you that if we advanced another 100 meters, we would definitely see the enemy's heavy artillery. Heels, although their pickets were loose, it didn't take long for reinforcements from behind to show up, very close to us, with armored vehicles."

After hearing this, Regimental Commander Pang was keenly aware that the deployment of US troops had increased significantly, which was even more detrimental to our current troops.

Reminiscent of what Xia Yuan said, the enemy's garrison began to move forward, and the big counterattack that Xia Yuan said had probably already begun.

Xia Yuan suddenly said: "By the way, the leader, I caught a tongue when I came back. I handed him over to a soldier to watch. I guess he should be sent back."

The tongue he was talking about was Chris. Under his own attack, Chris's resistance to them was not very high, and after he came back, he was indeed not abused. Instead, he was locked in a cold room. In the tunnel, what was more thoughtful was that the soldier who was looking at him warmed up a cup of tea for him.

The taste is not as strong as coffee, and the living environment is not as good as that of a tent. At least he survived.

Xia Yuan said: "This Yankee is different from other Yankees. He cooperates with our actions very well. When we are looking for food, he is the one who guides us."

Head Pang was also very surprised: "Well, this is the result."

"Comrades have performed very well, go down and rest first, and your commandos will take these back and divide them."

The political commissar took out some canned meat and compressed biscuits, handed them to him, and said.

Xia Yuan said: "Thank you regiment leader, thank you political commissar, none of us came back was injured, let's feed some of the seriously wounded in the regiment, they need these more, and when we withdrew, some soldiers collected a lot of wild vegetables and grass roots."

After a pause, Xia Yuan said again: "By the way, leader, if possible, can you give me that tongue?"

"Leave it to you?" Captain Pang asked, "Do you know English?"

Xia Yuan didn't hide anything, nodded and said, "I know a little bit. During the training camp, I studied English seriously, so I have no problem communicating with American devils."

The big horse on the side looked at Xia Yuan with wide eyes.

At this time, Xia Yuan had no time to take into account some strange features that appeared on him. Fortunately, people in this era are very receptive. Commander Pang said: "It is of no value to us, and none of us can speak English." , since Xia Yuan said he would, let him try."

"Political Commissar Zhao, follow along and take a look."

Xia Yuan saluted the group leader and the others, and went out immediately. He talked to the commandos again, and with a wave of his hand, everyone went back to their respective companies.

Chief of Staff Hu said: "It's really embarrassing for them. Sigh."

He felt sorry for the comrades who sacrificed for this little food, but these eight Xu Sheng's commandos exchanged their lives for valuable information for the commander.

After Xia Yuan disbanded the commando, he followed Political Commissar Zhao to the guard squad to guard the prisoned tongue. On the way, Political Commissar Zhao said, "Just ask for as much information as possible."

"Yes!"

Xia Yuan responded.

Seeing Xia Yuan approaching, Chris was overjoyed: "Mr. China."

"Chris, how are you feeling?"

Xia Yuan stepped forward and greeted warmly.

"Do you usually sleep in such an environment?"

Chris looked at the cold tunnel, and it was hard to imagine how such a cold tunnel could live.

Xia Yuan shook his head and said, "We don't sleep, we don't have time to sleep, we have to fight during the day and travel at night."

Pointing to his blood-red eyes, he said, "I haven't had a serious rest for several days."

"Oh, God!"

Chris looked at Xia Yuan with a look of shock on his face. No matter what time it is, we have to sleep at night. If we don't sleep, we won't have the energy to fight the next day. "

"No way, our weapons and equipment are too backward."

Xia Yuan shrugged, and told Chris about the policy of preferential treatment of prisoners by the volunteers. After listening to this, Chris relaxed a lot, took a long breath, and replied: "Thank God, on the way here just now , I thought you were going to shoot me."

Political commissar Zhao at the side listened to the two talking in English, and Xia Yuan answered fluently, and couldn't help but glance at Xia Yuangao. He didn't expect a platoon leader from a battalion to a company to be able to talk and laugh with Yankees.

"How is it? Did you get anything useful?" Commissar Zhao took out a pen and paper from his pocket and handed it to Xia Yuan: "If you get any useful information, just record it in your notebook."

Xia Yuan nodded, took the notebook and pen, and said to Chris: "Chris, I want to know about your team and what you know."

Chris said very cooperatively: "No problem, I am Lieutenant of D Company, [-]st Marine Regiment, [-]st Marine Regiment of the [-]st US Marine Division. When you caught me, I was sleeping."

Xia Yuan nodded while recording in his notebook. Their opponent was the [-]st Division of the U.S. Marine War. As he expected, he continued to ask: "What is your task tomorrow?"

Chris said: "I received an order tonight and will not attack your position tomorrow. We will perform other tasks with the regiment."

Xia Yuan was confused and puzzled. Logically speaking, the [-]th Regiment was out of ammunition and food, and it was the best time to attack, but the enemy wanted to give up attacking the [-]th Regiment's position at a critical moment. .

Seeing doubts in Xia Yuan's eyes, Chris continued to add: "But I really don't know what to do. The task we received is just like this."

Xia Yuandao didn't suspect that what Chris said was deceiving them, a lieutenant in the US military, he really knew so much.

"Thank you, Chris, this means a lot to us."

"That's fine. I hate war now. I just want to wait for the war to end and then go home." Chris held his head in pain. On the way here, he saw the miserable conditions of the wounded Chinese soldiers. There was no medicine to relieve the pain. Some Chinese soldiers bit their clothes, and the blood soaked through the gauze. There was no medicine to replace it, so they had to change a new gauze.

He began to hate war now. If it wasn't for war, maybe there wouldn't be so many deaths, let alone so many sacrifices, and his friends wouldn't die on the battlefield.

The root of everything is war. The Chinese gentleman in front of me said it very clearly. They are all American politicians. Without American politicians, there will be fewer wars in the world.

After a short silence, Political Commissar Zhao read Xia Yuan's record and said, "Now that the U.S. military is attacking so frantically, what do you think they will think of us?"

Xia Yuan pondered: "We have been fighting for so long, even if they still don't know the number of our troops, they must know our combat intention."

The [-]th Division stopped the enemies in front of them, and their combat intention was to prevent them from sending reinforcements to the Eastern Front. However, the strength of this one division alone was too difficult. Dangerous.

Xia Yuan continued: "If we are their commanders, with such a huge advantage, we will mobilize our troops, cut off our connection with the outside world, and then try to surround us, then find out the strength of our [-]th Division , is only a matter of time.”

Xia Yuan's answer made political commissar Zhao's view of the current situation more clear.

Political commissar Zhao was startled when he heard this, and Xia Yuan said something at the regiment headquarters before joining forces with the commando, and he felt more and more that the enemy would do this, saying: "If we are really surrounded, we must Respond in a timely manner, and first look at the opinions of the division commander and the military department."

Xia Yuan said: "I'm afraid that our [-]th division will not be able to pull out after the superior finds out."

Political Commissar Zhao's face turned ugly, and he stood up and said, "I'm going back first, and I will report this to the division immediately."

That night, the division headquarters received information from Tongue that the [-]th Regiment had obtained.

The teacher pointed out that Master Zheng looked at the information submitted by the [-]th Regiment, including Xia Yuan's conjecture, which was also written on the information. Li took a breath, and the thing to worry about was about to happen after all.

Master Zheng suddenly became expressionless, and he had already thought about the worst plan in his heart, that is how to counter the encirclement.

The night of the night is about to recede, and at this time I just saw a little blue, and a new day has begun.

May 21.

On this day, all the officers and soldiers of the [-]th Division were still launching a heroic attack on the US military.

Early in the morning, the [-]th Regiment braved the fierce artillery fire of the US military and began to forcibly cross the Shaoyang River. Long teams were rushing.

Ding Sheng, the battalion commander of the [-]st Battalion of the [-]th Regiment, was urging by the river: "Everyone, hurry up, hurry up! We must rush ahead of the US troops and occupy the position in Wangyueli!"

The soldiers of the first battalion heard the battalion commander's suggestion and jumped into the icy river one after another. No matter who they were, they all jumped into the river quickly, not at all slow, because the people behind were waiting.

The waves splashed and the cold air hit the face.

At this time, Liu Fengxi, a soldier in the third row, carried a Thompson submachine gun on his back, and walked to the river. Like the people in front of the queue, he jumped into the river. The water immediately reached his waist, and the cold water quickly soaked his body. The clothes were close to the skin, and the biting cold water made him shiver uncontrollably. He stepped on the pebbles at the bottom of the river and staggered a few steps.

The bottom of the river made of cobblestones was uneven, and it was very difficult to walk. Liu Fengxi finally stood still, and walked forward with difficulty along with the comrades in the queue.

The entire queue trekked hard in the Shaoyang River.

Splashes everywhere, waves one after another.

The cold guns of the U.S. military have reached the level of interviews. Some shells fell one after another around the team. The howitzers were powerful and the explosion was deafening. The water column was lifted up like a hill. At first, many people just soaked their lower bodies in water. The raindrops fell, and now he was completely soaked.

No one stopped, and no one was frightened by the enemy's cold guns. He carried the gun on his body, hugged it in his arms, put his arms high and flat, and rushed towards the enemy with difficulty.

The artillery shells fell and engulfed the soldiers. When the water column fell flat, no one could be seen, and only a large amount of blood-red gushed out of the tumbling water. The soldiers saw it and had no time to save people. There are no bones left, maybe they will be the next one, but even so, the soldiers are still fearless and their eyes are firm.

Some soldiers cursed and cursed. Liu Fengxi shook the water off his face and cursed: "MLGB!"

Cursing the Yankees, the footsteps under the river still did not stop. Finally, the pebbles at the bottom of the water gradually decreased. After most of the [-]th regiment rushed across the Shaoyang River and landed, they continued to attack. They waded across the Shaoyang River one by one. , captured Mochizuki-ri and its east and west positions of the Seventh Division of the United States with swift movements, but their posture was too prominent, and they didn't know that the enemy had begun to resist. Under the enemy's intensive artillery raid, the troops suffered heavy casualties.

After crossing the river, the head of the [-]th Regiment, Wang, had just stood firm in an open area. He wanted to have a few words with Han Zhengwei, the head of the regiment. Shocked to the ground.

Political Commissar Han shouted to Head Wang: "Head, are you alright?"

Commander Wang stood up, shook off the dirt from his body, and said in a strong Beihe accent, "I'm fine, have all the teams crossed the river? Are there any left behind?"

Political commissar Han said: "No, they are all here. They are attacking Mochizuki."

Commander Wang shouted: "Hurry up! The enemy will counterattack soon, everyone must prepare for the next round of counterattack!"

When we reunited just now, many soldiers were hit by American artillery shells, and there were both minor and serious injuries. Now we can't care about so many. The [-]th regiment is still pushing deep, and the assault company rushing to the front has already handed over to the enemy. The fire, the roar of light and heavy weapons shook the valley.

The 336.8th Regiment was attacking Mochiyue, and the [-]th Regiment was not idle. The enemy gave up attacking the [-] highland. The ghost knew what the enemy was planning. Commander Pang immediately ordered the troops to attack the highland where the enemy was stationed. .

At this time, there were only two battalions left in the 336.8 highland of the [-]th Regiment. One of the battalions suffered heavy casualties, most of them were lightly or severely wounded, and the situation of the third battalion was not much better. The target, launched a fierce attack on the enemy's position.

Xia Yuan shouldered the task of blowing up the enemy's heavy artillery positions. Under Xia Yuan's guidance, Company Commander Lei and Instructor Shao came to the high ground they attacked last night. Before the leader could charge, he was shot down by the enemy.

But now, there are only more than forty people left in the company, and they shoulder the difficult task of attacking the enemy's artillery positions.

(End of this chapter)