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Chapter 66: The fate of the last day is at risk
Lao Li's narration was particularly calm. When he divided the casualty figures summarized in the war history and recorded them separately every day, there was an inexplicable power that shocked Chen Yiming to the bottom of his heart.

As a director, Chen Yiming seems to be able to picture the scene of Tianma Mountain at that time.

Trenches and communication trenches completely ceased to exist, and the winding artillery-proof holes also became part of the crater. All tunnel exits collapsed and they could not attack. The surviving soldiers could only lie down in the crater to defend.

The hilltop with a radius of several hundred meters is continuously covered by four howitzer battalions. The so-called battlefield rule of one hole with no two bombs is a joke.

He really couldn't imagine how a dozen wounded soldiers could hold on for a whole day in such a desperate situation until friendly forces arrived to change defenses at nightfall.

Li Yucheng ignored Chen Yiming's confusion and spoke without any change in speed. It seemed that these words had been lingering in his mind for many years and were so familiar that they did not require any thinking or recall.

"In the first few days after we went up, our platoon commander was secretly very angry because the commander of the 9th company was obviously not confident about our combat effectiveness, so he put our platoon at the top.

The 9th Company Commander was from Shandong Province and had a very loud voice. He could hear his voice in the holes on the top of the mountain.

But I haven't seen him. He has been running around in the outer positions and stayed outside as a sentinel during the shelling.

On the third day, his checkpoint was directly hit by heavy artillery, and his body was not found.

After that, our platoon leader only talked about the 9th Company Commander. On the last day of the battle, he was the only one who was still nagging when he was hiding from the artillery fire. He said that after returning home, he had to give a memorial tablet to the 9th Company Commander.

Our platoon leader's name is Yao Zhenbiao, a veteran guerrilla from the Northeast Anti-Resistance Alliance, and his [-]-gun shooting is particularly accurate.

If it weren't for his illiteracy and lack of education, he would have been promoted long ago and would not have been just a platoon leader.

In fact, he had been running around outside because he was the only one who was sure of hitting the enemy officer from 400 meters away.

连里文书每天给他记着，4天里毙了3个伤了2个，直接打断了骑1师3次进攻。

On the fifth day, Wen Wen was killed by a bomb and his notebook could not be found. Yao Pai lost his personal skills and finally remembered the collective skills with us.

Yao platoon survived in the end, and among the 30 people in our platoon, he and I were the only ones left alive.

He died in 99, 7384, and he died in 85. It was considered a happy mourning.

I remember that he actually made a memorial tablet for the 9th Company Commander at home, and wrote to me a few years before his death, asking me to take over this job.

I said that the army was not interested in doing this. The commander of the 9th company had a tomb in the cemetery. "

Lao Li stopped here again, raising his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Yiming took the opportunity to leave the study, walked along the corridor to the hall, and found a water dispenser.

He took a paper cup, took a glass of water, brought it back and put it on the table.

Li Yucheng glanced down and said, "You know how to fetch water for me, but don't you know how to move a chair yourself?"

Chen Yiming hurriedly followed the instructions. This old man's temperament was too unpredictable. It was rare to give him a good face, so you must cherish it.

Sit down and listen to Lao Li continue to tell stories.

"I don't think so now. Those of us who survived should give a memorial tablet to the 9th Company Commander.

Because the main tunnel of Tianma Mountain was dug so deep because of the insistence of the 9th company commander.

When the 9th Company first took over the defense, the tunnel in the main position was only two or three meters deep and was just a large anti-gun hole.

The 9th company commander felt that the best place to dig was on the top of the mountain. Before going to bed at night, he asked the soldiers to dig a few shovels before going to bed. They dug every day until they were more than ten meters deep.

Speaking of which, the mountain was strange. The big rock on the top of the mountain was several meters high. It was so big and slippery that there was no crack. When I got to the position, I wanted to climb up and have a look, but I failed when I retreated.

Although the stone is big and hard, the soil under the stone is very soft. It is rare for a cannonball to fall around the stone, and at most it will explode the soil, so the people in the cave are safe.

We relied on the big rock and the deep pit under the rock to survive the last day until reinforcements arrived.

Anyone who survives from that mountain must remember the 9th company commander. "

Chen Yiming asked tentatively, "If the outer positions are lost, what should we do if the enemy approaches and blocks the entrance of the cave?"

Li Yucheng glanced at him and did not answer, but continued to talk to himself.

"On the last day, the enemy's artillery fire became more fierce, and there was only room for people under big rocks on the top of the mountain.

We dug the entrance of the tunnel diagonally and arranged a sentry post on each side of the stone. When the enemy fired artillery, only two people went up.

Most of the shells would bounce off rocks, but the men at the sentry posts still had to be constantly rotated.

The movement of the heavy artillery was so great that for a long time, people would be stunned and dizzy, and they would not even be able to feel the enemy touching them before their eyes.

Change it every 15 minutes at first, then every 10 minutes, and then change it every 5 minutes.

My ears were damaged by the shock at that time, and for decades after that I had a buzzing sound when I slept.

As soon as the artillery fire passed the top, we ran outside. Before the enemy got close to the stone, we had to control the commanding heights of the ridges on both sides of the stone and suppress the enemy below the peak.The submachine gun has long been damaged, and the [-]-gun is useless at this time, so we just throw grenades.

The commander of the 9th company stored a large number of grenades in the main tunnel, and when our platoon came up, each of us also carried a box.

In those days, there was a shortage of food, 60 shells, water, shoes, everything except grenades.

The seriously wounded man dragged the grenade box out from the innermost part of the tunnel, and the lightly wounded man carried the box on his head and shoulders and pushed it to the tunnel entrance. Li Er and I, along with two young guys who were fast runners, were responsible for delivering grenades to the ridges on both sides.

Once the enemy is defeated, drag the box back to the innermost part of the tunnel.

The enemy started attacking before dawn that day. After surviving the first wave of attacks, everyone retreated into the hole and found that Wang Suo'er from the 9st Platoon of the 1th Company was dead. He dragged the box too hard and opened the abdominal wound, and he bled to death.

There was no gauze or water. The health worker in the company was killed when dragging the wounded the next day. There was nothing left in the first aid kit, so even if we discovered it early, we couldn't save him.

Once he died, the 1st platoon was completely broken.

In the second wave of attacks, Li Erhe died.

I didn't see how he died. Yao Zhenbiao said he was hit by a grenade, and Zhang Shulin said he was hit by a stray bullet. If we went up after one round of gunfire, his body would have been gone.

In the third wave of attacks, Li Zhi, who replaced Li Er and sent grenades, also died.

He was the ammunition hand of the fire platoon. One of his hands had been amputated by a shell. He held a bundle of grenades with his remaining hand, lowered his head and pressed it with his chin, and ran back and forth on the hillside delivering ammunition.

I dragged him back to the hole. I couldn't see where he was injured, but he was out of breath anyway.

Like me, Li Zhi is a recruit who has been in the army for 50 years. He is a serious junior high school graduate and the most educated on the mountain. He often reads poems to us at night.

I always remember the poem "A Quiet Night" he read.Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

At least the corpse is back home, which is better than Erhe and the squad leader.

After that, the artillery bombardment continued for more than an hour. From my sentry post, I also saw the planes in the sky laying eggs. The heavy aerial bombs were about the same size as me. When they fell to the ground, the ground shook and the whole person was shaken.

When we went out after this round of bombing, we found that the ridge on the left side had been blown down and turned into a large slope. It was still steep, but we could already cover it directly.

The enemy's rifle grenades were hoisted up as if they were free, and there was no way anyone could stand on the top of the slope.

At the critical moment, Liu Laoguo dragged out several blasting tubes.

Yao Zhenbiao set up a [-]-gun on the reverse slope to help us watch the side and rear.

Whenever someone comes up in front of the mountain, we throw out blasting tubes. We throw out 4 blasting tubes in total to withstand this wave of attacks.

I threw the first one, and Liu Laoguo threw the second one. He died at that time, just as I turned my head.

A large-caliber machine gun bullet punched a big hole in his chest, and he died at that time.

He is the 60th gunner of the fire platoon. He was injured in the leg before. I don’t know his name because he has a pipe and pot stuck in his waist. Everyone in the platoon calls him Liu Laoguo.

I barked too, but he never got angry. "

Lao Li spoke too calmly, with no expression on his rugged face, and Chen Yiming was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

After finally waiting for him to slow down his tone, Chen Yiming interrupted and said, "Mr. Li, after talking so much, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Li Yucheng didn't touch the glass of water at all, and asked him, "How dare you drink from the water if it's not reserved for machine guns?"

Chen Yiming turned into a quail in an instant and did not dare to say any more words.

“The fighting was neither black nor white, so I couldn’t tell the time. There was shell smoke and dust in front of my eyes and above my head, and the sun couldn’t be seen.

When the enemy attacked once, Yao Zhenbiao drew a line on the grenade box. By the fifth line, my squad leader was dead.

My squad leader's name is Li Qianjin, the one who recruits Qian Jinbao.

The class monitor particularly respects educated people, because I graduated from high school, and he asks me to teach him how to read whenever I have free time.

I taught him to write his name during the march, and then he changed the word "money" to "forward". He said it looked more open.

He was guarding the ridge on the right side, and I was running over there holding two blasting tubes. I watched him jump down the ridge holding two bundles of grenades, and then a puff of smoke rose up.

Looking back now, I was so lucky that day that God refused to accept me. I ran over and leaned out half of my body to look down, but I couldn't find the squad leader.

I couldn't hear the sound of the bullets, but I could feel the bullets whizzing by my ears. If the deputy instructor hadn't dragged me back, I would have been killed there.

But fortunately, I went out to confirm the results of the battle. There were four or five identifiable corpses in Poxiatou alone. I saved the merits and honor of the squad leader, and his family's life will always be easier. "

(End of this chapter)