Chapter 11: Battle of Wenjing (1) (This chapter is free)

Wenjing is a small town in North Korea. There is no danger to guard, and there is not even a city wall. The reason why it became the garrison of the Sixth Division of South Korea is that there are two roads leading directly to the Yalu River from Wenjing. One goes from Wenjing to the ancient court and then to Chushan by the Yalu River, and the other is in the direction of the two water caves we just marched.

The weather is cold and the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The cold light emitted by the crescent moon makes the whole world in a hazy white light, allowing us to clearly see the hills, gullies and trees that are overwhelmed by the snow outside the Wenjing. The cold weather makes the insects and birds hide in the nest and are unable to make a sound. But who would have thought that in this deadly silence, on the outskirts of this inconspicuous town, there is nearly 30,000 troops of the two Chinese Volunteers divisions.

Lying on the cold snow and feeling the coolness coming from under me, I couldn't help but tremble. But at this moment, I had no time to take care of the coldness and frowned and looked at the bonfires in Wenjing.

My concerns did not come from the enemy in front of me. In fact, I knew very well that the South Korean troops stationed in Wenjing had only 3,100 people in one regiment, but the Volunteer Army did not know how many troops the enemy had deployed here or the strategic intentions, so they arranged two divisions of the 40th Army, the 120th Division and the 118th Division where I was located to attack the town.

Thirty thousand volunteers who have experienced many battles went to fight the 3,000 South Korean troops in a mess. That was not enough to capture it, and it would be defeated in one battle.

What I am worried about is the dozens of bonfires lit by the South Korean army to keep warm.

Although these bonfires exposed the targets of the South Korean army, they also illuminated the road for American bombers. Although Chinese soldiers had long fought with the American equipment in Chiang Kai-shek's hands, they had never fought with the Americans head-on, so they were not familiar with their combat methods, that is, they did not know how advanced their communication equipment was, and they also did not know how fast their bombers were...

Therefore, the result of this battle in history was that as soon as the volunteers attacked, the 3,100 South Korean troops retreated completely and did not resist at all. In the end, there were 2,700 people who fled to the Qingchuan River. In other words, only 400 Southern Dynasties were killed and injured, including prisoners.

It was because of this battle that an American writer wrote this sentence: "One reason may be due to the traditional fear of Chinese soldiers that was deeply rooted in the minds of North Koreans. For whatever reason, 2,700 of the 3,100 officers and soldiers of the 2nd Regiment later fled to the Cheongcheon River, which strongly shows that they were more striving to escape than to fight."

But the subsequent bombardment of American planes caused heavy losses to the volunteer army. More than 2,000 soldiers died under the bombing of the Americans before they met the Americans.

No, I can't let this happen! I glanced at my comrades who were lying motionlessly near me. Maybe he or she might be among the more than 2,000 people who died in battle, or even... myself. So even if I don't do it for others, I must change this result for myself.

Thinking of this, I moved backwards and crawled to the side with my body leaning down.

"Shh..."

A voice attracted my attention. When I turned my head and saw Hu Zi staring at me fiercely with a pair of tiger eyes. I couldn't help but shudder. His eyes were as cold as the moonlight, just like I was about to eat me raw.

"If you have shit, I will pull it in my pants." Hu Zi said in a low voice: "I'm going to expose my target, I'm not the first to jump over you!"

"I...I'll find the team leader to report the situation!"

"Why are there so much nonsense? Go back!"

I hesitated for a moment, but thinking that the lives of more than 2,000 volunteer soldiers were involved, I decided to ignore Hu Zi's order and continue to crawl to the side. But suddenly a cold light flashed, and several bayonets appeared in front of me at the same time. Under the moonlight, the blade with black blood stains reminded me that as long as I move it again, those bayonets would ruthlessly cut my throat.

This made me realize that there is no joking on the battlefield, and that any person who exposes the troops' targets may be solved mercilessly. However, I really can't change this situation of battle? Thinking that the volunteer soldiers would be killed and injured under the bombing of US fighter jets, I couldn't help but lower my head depressedly.

"Comrade, come here!"

As a myopic eye with a sloppy face appeared in front of me, the bayonet next to me quickly retreated silently, which made me realize that the middle-aged myopic eye in front of me had some background.

As the middle-aged man climbed for a while, he turned to the back of a small hill. The middle-aged man sat upright, held his glasses, and pointed at me in a stern and low voice, saying, "What did you do? The war is about to be done, and there is no organizational discipline at all. Report the situation? If everyone reports the situation like you and crawls around looking for the regiment commander, then what else can he fight? Comrades... We are revolutionary soldiers. Where have you learned the three major disciplines and eight items? You must reflect on yourself..."

I was so anxious that I was about to start the fight. It would be too late to do anything when the charge was blown.

"Head...Chief, you are..." I carefully interrupted him, hoping that he was a person who could talk.

"Hey, you... are you still asking me?" The myopia got angry when she heard it. Through the thick lenses, I could see his glasses staring loudly: "What? I think I am not qualified to criticize you or why? Okay... I will tell you that I am Chen Ye, the political commissar of the 354th Regiment. Comrade, our revolutionary soldiers have no bureaucratic style. If you have any mistakes, you must dare to admit it and accept criticism and self-criticism. Not only me, but anyone..."

It turned out to be the political commissar, and I was excited when I heard it. The political commissar in the Volunteer Army was an officer at the same level as the regiment commander, but the regiment commander was the battle and the political commissar guided the political and ideological work. So I interrupted him again and said anxiously: "Comrade Political Commissar, I...I want to report the situation!"

"I told you, comrade?" Chen Ye was only stunned by my anger: "You..."

"Comrade Political Commissar, military information is urgent." I couldn't let him say a word, and said anxiously: "If it's late, there's no hurry. Comrade Political Commissar listen to me and then punish me."

Chen Ye was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk!"

"Comrade Political Commissar, this..." When I really said that, I knew what to say, so I simply pulled Chen Ye out of the hills and pointed to the bonfires and said to Chen Ye: "Comrade Political Commissar looks at the bonfires. Isn't I going to be a Wenjing? There are dozens of bonfires inside, and the whole Wenjing is illuminated. Our two divisions are thirty thousand people rushed in. The enemy ran away and the battle is won, but the American plane exploded like this..."

Chen Ye couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his face immediately became solemn. After a moment of thinking, he ordered the guard next to him: "Hurry up, call Captain Chu, right away! Tell him to come no matter what!"

After a while, I heard a slight sound of slight slight sound. When I looked at it, I found that the two guards were dragging Captain Chu all the way. I felt that his wound was too painful to climb, so I had to use this method. I couldn't help but respect and admire the hard sweat.

"Old Chu..." Before Captain Chu could speak, Chen Ye said anxiously: "We are only concerned about attacking the enemy and forgot about the American plane."

After saying that, he pointed to the hundreds of bonfires scattered in Wenjing City.

Commander Chu was shocked and soon understood what was going on. He didn't care about the pain, so he sat up and said, "What should I do? It's only ten minutes before the attack. It's no hurry to notify the division commander to cancel the combat plan."

"It's definitely not urgent to come." Chen Ye shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Even if he is urgent to inform the division commander to cancel the combat plan, what about the 120th Division? I think he has to... he has to notify the division commander to pull the troops out as soon as possible after the battle and minimize the losses!"

"That's all!" Captain Chu gritted his teeth, nodded in agreement, and his face became very ugly.

"Report to the commander of the regiment." Because I didn't dare to stand up, I sat down and saluted, looking very twisted.

"Oh, this comrade reminded me about this just now." Chen Ye nodded and said, "This comrade has made great contributions. If it could be earlier..."

"Report to the political commissar." I saluted another military salute and said, "It's not too late. I have a way to make the American plane unable to blow us!"
Chapter completed!