The next morning, I was sleeping in the tunnel, and was awakened by the whistling sound of a plane. I grabbed my gun and walked out of the tunnel. I unexpectedly found that it was drizzling in the sky. I couldn't help but frown. Although it was just a light rain, it would be fatal to the volunteers. Because the soldiers of the volunteers generally did not bring rain gear, and the cotton coats they wore were difficult to dry once they were wet by the rain. In such a cold weather, wearing soaked cotton coats went out to fight. This situation made me unimaginable...

After thinking about it, I went back to the tunnel and took a white cloth and draped it on my body. Strictly speaking, it should be considered a black white cloth. White is its essence and black is its appearance.

From this battle on, this white cloth has been pretending to be my disguise during the battle until it turned black because of the soil and blood, and it also lost its function of disguise.

Its light weight and small space are another advantage, because I have always carried it with me without the choice to throw it away.

The rain was very small, but it was strange because I found that when the rain fell on the white cloth, it quickly formed into small ice cubes.

Looking into the gray sky through the rain, I saw two US reconnaissance planes spinning over our position, like two loving birds in the sky, so I was wondering if these two planes had something to do with each other...

Damn! What are you thinking about me?

I shook my head, which had not yet woken up, and finally woke up from my semi-confusion.

The 38th Army retreated from Seoul last night in the darkness of the night. The US military knew nothing about it. Now it was because they found that Seoul was empty, so they sent these two reconnaissance aircraft to search everywhere. So when they discovered our position, they naturally regarded us as the 38th Army that "escaped" last night.

It is only 32 kilometers from Seoul to the government. With the cooperation of tank tracks and light rain, the road may become muddy. The tires of the car are slipping, and the US military will have to take some time to prepare rain gear. If they are not lucky, they may have to push the car out of the mud pit and deduct the time they get off the car to pee. I boldly speculate that the US military will be at the foot of the mountain in about three hours.

Three hours later, when the US military was indeed covered in mud and water as I expected, and appeared in front of us in a very devastating manner, I suddenly realized that I had a talent for calculation, but I quickly thought that this might be the reason why I dreamed of a college senior mathematics teacher when I was dreaming just now.

"Boom..." When the first shell exploded on the high ground, I was finally sure I was awake.

Hunger, cold, smoke, blood, death... All the pain and misery in the world seem to be concentrated in this world. It is like a demon's eyes staring at me, which inspires my fear from the deepest part of my heart, making me dare not look at me...

I believe that the volunteers will be afraid, but people will be afraid, but everyone has suppressed this fear in their hearts with a sense of faith and will.

"Boom..." The shells came in large numbers, and the soldiers hid in the tunnel.

Maybe he knew that the American cannon could not do anything to the reverse slope tunnel, or he had become accustomed to staying in this environment for a long time, and the soldiers didn't care about the bombardment of the US military. Hu Zi hid in the quilt and slept with his head covered. The old squad leader used to pick up the cigarette gun again. Zhao Yongxin didn't know where to find a pair of chess, put a wooden board near the entrance of the tunnel, pulled a few soldiers and killed them. The soldiers also surrounded them to watch the battle.

Although I can also play chess and it seems to be playing well, I can't get any interest now because I have experienced too many killings. During this rest time of my own, I don't want to "fight" or "fight" anymore.

So I sat against the tunnel wall, and there were chills and vibrations caused by the shell explosion from my back. Looking at the m1c rifle in my hand, I was thinking in my heart that if it were in modern times, I would definitely think it was cool and cool to rush on the battlefield with this gun. But now, I would rather walk on the street and pretend to be cool, or sit in the car and "cool", even if I was on a bicycle...

After a while, the cannons stopped, and the soldiers grabbed their guns and ran out. They climbed up to the top of the mountain and fell on the cold snow. After waiting for a long time, they didn't see the US military launching an attack. Looking at the US military positions through the rain curtain, they saw that the American soldiers had already set up small tents and lined up with tanks to protect the periphery. In the camp, there was no ghost except a few sentries wearing raincoats outside. They all hid in the tent to shelter from the rain.

"This American is generous!" The old squad leader put away his gun and said angrily: "If you have nothing to do, you can shoot random shots, which will make us in vain!"

I know what the old squad leader said. For the volunteers, artillery shells are very precious. If the artillery is prepared, it is undoubtedly a huge waste. However, it is not at all for the US military. Sometimes they fire artillery just to hit the morale of the volunteers, or hope to destroy the fortifications built by the volunteers. If they happen to be able to kill and injure some volunteers, it would be even better...

"There are many bullets and many shells. What can you do with them?" Zhao Yongxin also put away his gun and responded while walking back.

"Bah, what's so great!" Hu Zi responded disdainfully: "It's all young masters. If we had so many planes and cannons, we would have driven them to the sea to feed the turtle!"

"Tiger!" Director Zhao knew a lot, and couldn't help but respond when he heard this: "There are many boats in the sea, all of which are iron-shelled, and they are big! Even if they are driven into the sea, they can't feed the turtle!"

"Then...then even the ship is taken together!"

The soldiers couldn't help laughing. Hu Zi was so stupid that he knew that the Americans would fight wherever they ran, and never thought about other problems.

In the afternoon, perhaps because of the drop in temperature, the light rain in the sky turned into snowflakes and floated down again. The sound of American guns sounded again. This time, something was a little different. They not only bombed our positions, but also sent several pirate fighter jets to bomb a high ground several miles behind our defense line, and dropped a few incendiary bombs before leaving.

But as far as I know, there is no troops from our army stationed in that high ground...

I couldn't help but frown, and I felt a little uneasy in my heart.

The sound of cannons stopped, and the soldiers ran out with guns again. This time the Americans came up and heard the roar of their tanks from afar. The cold wind brought a familiar smell of gunpowder and gasoline, which made me feel excited and accelerated to climb to the top of the mountain.

The American soldiers still lined up in scattered formations as usual, and rushed towards our positions under the cover of tanks. They seemed not in a hurry to attack, as if they were walking in their own yard.

After looking at the already dark sky, my feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

This is not the usual style of play of the US military. They have always been afraid of night battles. How could they choose to start attacking in the afternoon when it is dark? Even if they try their best to capture a few high ground, it will be dark before they have time to build fortifications. Even if we don't attack at that time, they will have to give up their positions and retreat because they know what kind of danger they will face.

At this time, several small black dots suddenly appeared in the sky behind the US military. As the small black dots became bigger and bigger, the sound of the propeller became louder and louder. I raised my rifle and looked at the black dots through the scope, and couldn't help but be stunned... Those were helicopters! Six large helicopters, I could even see the US military with oil paint on the face and black berets on the head on the plane, holding a gun and howling loudly at us.

They are the special forces of the US military - the Rangers.

They are the most elite troops in the US military. They are strict in training and high in fighting spirit. They are all veterans who have fought World War II. The motto representing the spirit of the Ranger is: "Rangers, lead the way". The black berets and streamer armbands embroidered with the words Ranger (Rangers) have always been symbols of the Ranger.

Now I finally understand why those planes bombed the unmanned highland behind our defense line, which was to prepare for the special forces' aircraft landing. In modern information, I knew that Li Qiwei was the first person in history to use helicopter aircraft landing to fight, but he did not expect that this historic creation was now!

In the early stage of the army's offensive, elite small troops took the lead in launching a surprise attack and occupying the strategic points that must be passed by large troops. This matter should be said to be something that the volunteers often do. Unexpectedly, the US military is also doing this now.

I quickly remembered that there seemed to be a highway bridge under the high ground. The reason why Li Qiwei sent special forces was not only to set a nail behind us, but also to protect the highway bridge so as not to be blown up by our army to delay the advancement of their mechanized troops.

"Woo..." When the helicopter approached our position, the machine gunners on it made strange screams and fired rows of bullets at the soldiers hidden on the top of the mountain. Unpredictable, four or five volunteer soldiers fell into a pool of blood. One of the US military even stood arrogantly on the helicopter's landing gear, picked up the submachine gun in his hand and fired it outward...

"Looking for death!" I cursed in my heart, and was holding my breath and there was nowhere to fire. I started to take the rifle and aimed at the US military. The muzzle moved with the helicopter, and then I saw the US military falling from the helicopter with a bang.

"Good fight!" The soldiers shouted, and they also picked up the rifles in their hands, aiming at the helicopters. With a dense gunshot, a helicopter was shaking and falling to the ground. Then a loud bang hit the ground and smashed it under the high ground. The other helicopters were so scared that they quickly avoided the position and drove around a big bend towards us.

At this time, the large US troops in front began to attack, which made me realize that they were providing cover for this special forces that were inserted into the rear of our army, so that we could not divide too many troops to attack, so that their special forces could have time to build fortifications on the high ground to gain a foothold.

Our high ground is on the second line, and the US troops in front cannot capture this place yet, so the soldiers looked at the helicopters in the rear.

"Battery Commander, what's that?" Hu Zi pointed to the helicopters that were slowly landing, and said, "We seem to have seen each other once, but we were not as big as this time, and we still had a lot of soldiers!"

"That's called a helicopter!" Zhao Yongxin replied on behalf of me: "We have seen it in Jiulongjiang once, but I didn't expect that the Americans would have such usefulness. We worked hard on the ground to repair fortifications, and it ran to the back and surrounded us."

"Yes!" The old squad leader also frowned: "We have done a lot of things about surrounding the enemy and breaking through, but every time they insert it with blood and life on the ground. This American is better, it passes from the sky!"

"Comrades, don't be discouraged!" The instructor seemed a little angry when he heard the soldiers' tone, and hurriedly encouraged him: "Look at the enemy's helicopter can't accommodate a few people, and it's just a company. If you want to kill them, just take a breath!"

"That's it!" Hu Zi nodded and replied, "What are you afraid of? Isn't it going to get dark? As soon as it gets dark, these Americans are still following us for what to do!"

"Who is afraid?" Zhao Yongxin responded unconvincedly: "Will our regiment fight less when it penetrates? Whenever we penetrate the enemy, wasn't we surrounded by the enemy? We are still afraid of these American soldiers... cut!"

Only I smiled bitterly when I heard this, and knew that these Americans were not the young master soldiers we usually saw, but a special forces soldier that we had never fought before. Their combat effectiveness was even better than those powerful British 29th Brigade.

The sky gradually darkened. After the US troops in front of them had a few feint attacks, they retreated when the time was almost over. The US soldiers had fought with the volunteers several times. After several battles, they asked the volunteers to fight bayonets at night, so they were reluctant to continue to work with the volunteers at night.

But it seemed that the team of US special forces did not have this taboo, and the increasingly fierce sound of gunfire coming from behind could be heard.

"Hey, it seems that these Americans are not bad!" The old squad leader couldn't help but mutter, and his brows frowned.

"Captain Cui, Captain Cui!" At this time, the communications soldiers ran up all the way and shouted: "Captain Chu asked you to go!"

"Yes!" I responded and stood up, sighed in my heart and looked at the soldiers beside me, the old squad leader, Hu Zi, Xiao Shandong... I don't know if this was the last look at them.

I gritted my teeth and followed the correspondent.

Finally, I came. Actually, I knew very well the purpose of Captain Chu looking for me. When the US special forces appeared, I knew that I would inevitably face them.

Since it is a special forces soldier, there will definitely be snipers there. If there are snipers, they will definitely find sharpshooters in the volunteer army to deal with them. There are many sharpshooters in the volunteer army, but I seem to be the only one who has successfully attacked the enemy snipers.

I couldn't help but remember the hardships I had when dealing with the British sniper, the feeling of being aimed at me all the time, and the fear from the bottom of my heart will still make me scared even if I think about it now.

The so-called big tree attracts wind, maybe that's it!

Sure enough, as soon as I found Commander Chu, Commander Chu patted my shoulder excitedly and said, "Captain Cui, the troops of the 352nd Regiment encountered the enemy's sniper when fighting with the enemy. It was very difficult! The superiors knew that you had knocked out a British sniper and found him. I said, Battalion Commander Cui, do it well! Show your face for our regiment again!"

"Captain?" I couldn't help but say bitterly when I heard this, "How did you know that I can..."

"Don't say words without confidence!" Political Commissar Chen Ye interrupted me and said, "You must successfully complete the task. All the soldiers of our regiment are waiting for you to come back. Do you understand?"

"yes!"

“Are you confident?”

"Yes! Ensure the task is completed!" I saluted with a straightforward salute.

"Very good!" Captain Chu nodded: "Go to Captain Zhang to report!"

For some reason, when I walked out of the regiment headquarters, I felt confident. The political commissar’s sentence “All the soldiers of the regiment are waiting for you to come back” made me feel that I was not fighting alone, and made me feel that they were all with me, silently supporting me behind me…

I took a deep breath, raised my chest and walked towards the direction where the gunfire came.

The battlefield is only two kilometers away from our position, which makes me feel a little relieved. The curved distance is two kilometers, so the straight line distance is about one kilometer! One kilometer is the range of the US howitzer. I was thinking that if the US artillery wanted to provide fire support to those special forces, then the howitzer must be placed on the defense line of our army.

I trotted along the highway and arrived at the battlefield for more than ten minutes later. After turning a corner, I suddenly had soldiers running around in front of me and asked the two soldiers before I found the regiment headquarters, but the guards soon told the regiment commander that he was checking the situation of the wounded.

"Report to Commander Zhang! Cui Wei, deputy commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 353rd Regiment, reported!" After following the guards, he soon found Commander Zhang in a simple tent next to the highway.

Commander Zhang looked very ordinary. If he had to say something different, he might have had two beards and a little lame with his right foot. But I know that his is not ordinary at all, because I have heard that when he was the battalion commander, he was injured everywhere without going down the line of fire. It is said that his leg was originally intended for amputation, but under the strict order of the regiment political commissar, the doctor was saved at all costs.

At this time, he heard my name, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and looked at me, nodded, pointed to the more than ten sacrificed soldiers on the ground and said, "Save it for you!"

I was stunned when I saw it. All the dozen soldiers were shot in the head, their brains burst, and their deaths were extremely miserable.
Chapter completed!