Chapter 90: Repairing the Mountain

Repairing Mountain is an important highland south of the Han River. It has more than a dozen small hills scattered around it. It overlooks the road from Suwon to Incheon and Seoul. It is the only way to pass through Seoul north.

Our regiment was scattered on these hills to build fortifications. Although this was not the first time fortifications, this time it felt different from before, because the volunteers were good at mobile warfare and had always eliminated the enemy in movement. Even if they were built fortifications, they were to block the enemy's path to escape, but this time it was to defend against the enemy's attack.

The road was full of retreating volunteer soldiers, lined up in two long lines, and could not see at first sight. They were the troops running in front of us, and they were going to retreat to the 38th parallel for rest. But I knew they had no time to rest. As soon as they ran to the scheduled resting place, the United Nations forces launched a full-scale counterattack, which made them hurried back again.

At the same time, the retreat and rest of these troops have brought great difficulties to the troops who are responsible for cover tasks on the front line. Unfortunately, our regiment has become one of them. What will come will be the United Nations Army with advanced equipment and superior forces.

In the past, the volunteer army used its superior forces to encircle and annihilate the enemy, but although this is the case, it is often because of its weak firepower that basically failed to eliminate the enemy in full. This time, it was necessary to use weak forces and disadvantaged equipment to resist the attack of the United Army. When I think of this, my scalp couldn't help but feel numb.

"Battery Commander!" Zhao Yongxin leaned forward and whispered: "Does it be time to transport the ammunition sent to Seoul? Although the retreating brothers left a batch of ammunition, they were less than fifty shots in the hands of the soldiers. If the enemy came up, they would be afraid..."

"No hurry!" I shoveled a piece of frozen soil under my feet and said, "For this matter, I have to report to the regiment commander first, otherwise it would be strange if he suddenly brought a batch of ammunition up.

"What should I say?" Zhao Yongxin couldn't help but hesitate.

"Just say it!" I stood up straight and replied angrily: "We didn't make any mistakes, just say that I'm taking them from the puppet army to Seoul? What's there to be afraid of? I said to Commander Zhao, have you done too many things to steal? Even this is a fear?"

"Where, how can it be? It depends on what you said..." Zhao Yongxin smiled embarrassedly: "Isn't it just that he brought a bottle of foreign wine from the Presidential Palace, and he handed it over to the public a few days ago, right?"

"I'm frank and lenient, what else have you brought from the Presidential Palace?"

"This... battalion commander, let me show you something!" Zhao Yongxin mysteriously came up and took out something from his pocket. He couldn't see what it was even dark. With a loud bang, an orange-red flame suddenly appeared. It turned out to be a lighter.

"Hey, it's rare!" Xiao Shandong suddenly came out and snatched the lighter: "What's this thing? It can still spit fire..."

"Xiao, Xiaoshandong..." Zhao Yongxin said anxiously: "Don't break it, that's my ancestors!"

"Who are you kidding you? I'm sure I stole it from the presidential palace again. If you see someone, I will belong to me!" He said that, regardless of whether Zhao Yongxin agreed or not, he turned around and ran away. Zhao Yongxin was not willing to give up and limped up behind him, but his foot injury was not healed yet and could not catch up with anything. He hated him so much that he gritted his teeth and cursed his mother, but made the soldiers who were digging fortifications laugh.

Time passed like an arrow while the soldiers were busy. The fish belly was white in the sky, and the snow-covered mountains gradually became brighter. When the rising sun rose from the east and the first ray of sunshine was shining on the soldiers' faces, the soldiers put away the engineer shovels in their hands, ate a few handfuls of fried noodles and hid in the newly repaired air-raid shelter to rest. But at this time, Hu Zi, who was responsible for keeping a watch, looked at the road ahead, rubbed his sleepy eyes and said in confusion: "Battery Commander, when has there been a tree on the road ahead?"

I raised my rifle and looked through the sight. I was shocked. I saw several cars carrying US troops, leading two Sherman tanks along the highway.

"There is a situation! Get ready for the fight!" I shouted.

Xu Feng also discovered the enemy situation at the same time, and the soldiers quickly set up rifles in front of the trenches.

The US military will not launch a counterattack so quickly! I couldn't help but feel strange, but when I saw the US military in front of me, I quickly realized that they were just a reconnaissance team.

In the past, reconnaissance tasks were handed over to the puppet army, but this time they were all American troops. It seems that Li Qiwei was completely disappointed with the combat capabilities of the puppet army.

Only then did I realize another shortcomings of this defensive battle - the attack time is determined by the enemy.

When the time was usually decided by the volunteers, we always chose to launch an attack when the enemy was about to rest in the evening, and then attacked him all night while the night was dark, but this time it was the opposite.

Through the scope, I could see that the enemy's reconnaissance troops were very cautious. Perhaps they had suffered from the previous three battles. They advanced very slowly. Although they were fully mechanized troops, they were not much faster than the Volunteer Army march. There were also several observers on tanks, cars, holding telescopes, and watching from time to time, getting out of the car to observe the footprints on the road. It seemed that they knew from those footprints that the Volunteer Army was retreating.

Fortunately, the volunteer soldiers knew how to disguise their fortifications. They had branches in front of the trenches, and straw hats were worn on their heads. The new soil dug out of the trenches was also transported to the back mountain, otherwise they would probably be discovered by those observers.

"Put in and fight!"

"Put in and fight!"

...

The orders were passed down through the soldiers one by one. A division of the Volunteer Army was stationed on more than a dozen hills along the way. Putting the enemy in and fighting was undoubtedly the best choice.

Cars and tanks rumbled closer to our frontier positions, with at least two parking spaces between tanks and cars, and driving as far as possible toward the roadside.

I know that their arrangement is to prepare for escape, which is convenient for reversing and turning around. Obviously, they are like a little mouse coming out for food, turning around and running as soon as they find out.

The rumbling sound was getting closer and closer. The observers on the tank kept aiming the gauge around. The American soldiers in the car also held their guns and were on guard. They were about to drive past the high ground where we were stationed, but they seemed to find something and suddenly stopped. Then the convoy turned around in panic and turned around and was about to run.
Chapter completed!