"Kill!" The soldier who came out of the tunnel held a gun and shouted at the US military.

After being surrounded, this US army had long wanted to surrender and no longer had the determination to fight to the death. Although they had just plucked up the courage to launch a sneak attack on our position, it was just the last bit of courage to escape. At this time, seeing that the situation was hopeless, they no longer had the courage to resist and raised their hands to surrender.

The soldiers did not take these tall and powerful young soldiers seriously. When they saw them surrender, they rushed towards our high ground. Then they shouted again and rushed into several parts to the pseudo-Capital Division troops on both wings.

On the front and back slopes, the puppet soldiers who were attacking us immediately turned around and ran back when they saw this move. The soldiers would not let them go easily. They chased them wildly behind them. Some chased and drove away, and some chased and stabbed them with bayonets. For a moment, corpses were everywhere and wailed everywhere.

But the pseudo-Capital Division is worthy of being a unit tempered by the fire of war. The emergence of the new force of the Volunteer Army did not cause them to collapse. Their large forces at the foot of the mountain wanted to organize firepower to resist our offensive, but the soldiers were so fast that they had no time to deploy. In addition, the soldiers followed the deserters of the pseudo-Capital Division to kill, so the soldiers of the pseudo-Capital Division shouted under the command of the commander, and they also rushed towards the volunteer army with bayonets...

Seeing this, I couldn't help but laugh. These pseudo-capital divisions are worthy of being trained by Japanese troops. They have a bit of the style of fighting the Japanese army back then. The fighting will is not comparable to those of the US military who fought against the wind and fought against the wind. However... if they knew that our troops were a regiment selected from a military, I think they wouldn't have done this.

In some aspects, the quality of a single soldier in a unit is not obvious when long-range weapons are fired against each other, because bullets and shells do not have eyes, and a piece of shells will not be able to be killed just because you are a veteran. Therefore, on this Korean battlefield, although the quality of the individual soldier of the US military is far inferior to that of the Volunteers, their modern equipment makes up for their shortcomings.

But hand-to-hand combat is different. Hand-to-hand combat is bayonet, and courage is compared. It depends on the quality of warriors. At this time, no matter what advanced weapons are, they cannot use. The pseudo-capital divisions may think they are veterans and are veterans fighting bayonets on the battlefield, but what they did not expect was that what they met today was the ancestors fighting bayonets!

"Silver!" I shook the sweat on my head, walked back to the position and sat in the mud, and casually gave orders to the soldier who was responsible for shooting flares beside me.

Flares, in hand-to-hand combat, will only be more beneficial to the party with good quality.

"Yes!" The soldier responded, raised the flare launcher and shot two white flares at the foot of the mountain.

The battle situation was indeed one-sided as I thought. The puppet troops would charge from the bottom to the top of their own strength, and they were far shorter in terms of geographical advantages as soon as they started the battle. In addition, the skills of the thorn fighting are not as good as those of the volunteer soldiers, so there is no reason why they are not defeated.

The volunteer soldiers rushed down almost without stopping, and when they met their opponents, they often stabbed him to the ground after a few rounds.

Li Guoqiang was even more exaggerated. He ran away and charged with the soldiers at some point. The two box cannons in his hand were clattering, and no puppet army could get close to him...

The bayonets are red, and everyone is covered in blood!

The sound of shouting, the sound of gold and iron fighting, and the screams filled the entire battlefield in an instant. The soldiers were still subject to their weakness in equipment on the long-range battlefield, but they were like fish in close combat, and they became more and more brave as they fought. A bayonet in their hands blocked the right and left, and were waving so tightly that it would bring out a burst of blood in a few strokes.

On the other hand, the puppet soldiers were killed and retreated step by step, and their positions were in chaos, falling down one after another. Wherever the volunteer soldiers passed, all the bodies of puppet soldiers were left behind. They fell to the ground and twitched, crawled with wounds, and stuffed their intestines into their stomachs...

Finally, at the order of their commander, the puppet army left behind a large number of wounded and corpses and retreated from the battlefield. They paid a heavy price for their mistaken judgment of the other party's strength.

"Retreat, hurry up and advance the air raid shelter!" As soon as the puppet troops retreated, I stood up and yelled at the soldiers.

The soldiers didn't know what would happen next. They put away their guns and turned around and ran wildly into the tunnels in the highlands. These highlands belonged to the People's Army soldiers, and they also built many tunnels here. The soldiers drilled one here and there, and suddenly a team of seven or eight hundred people disappeared.

The dozens of soldiers on our high ground were approaching the principle of approaching the nearest and ran directly into the tunnel where the ammunition was loaded. Anyway, the ammunition in the tunnel had almost been beaten by us.

"Cui, Captain Cui..." At this time, Jiang Chunzeng and Huang Xianhua and some old guys ran in unhappy: "Captain Cui, you...you're fine..."

"Cough... I really don't accept old age, it's okay! How can I compare to those young people!" Huang Xianhua couldn't help but cough a few times.

"Staff Officer Jiang!" Hearing the voice, I recognized them, and I, who had just sat down, hurriedly stood up and met him.

"Let's sit and talk!" Jiang Chunzeng seemed to be a little unbearable after such a tossing, so he slowly helped me sit down.

"Chief Staff Jiang, why are you coming out?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Anyway, we are idle in the tunnel, so we try to find a way to contact comrades from other highlands." Jiang Chunzeng replied: "But it is not easy for those US troops to seal the entrance of the tunnel outside. It is really difficult to contact comrades in other tunnels. Several comrades were sacrificed! Fortunately, those US troops were beaten to the point of being beaten by you later, so we found an opportunity to contact them. Isn't this? As soon as we contacted, we came to support!"

"It's okay!" I said with some gratitude when I heard this: "It's good that you arrived in time, otherwise we might really be unable to withstand it."

"Well! That's a pity..." Jiang Chunzeng couldn't help but joke: "If I had known this, I would have come out later!"

With a coaxing sound, all the soldiers in the tunnel laughed, and some even made chubby sounds because they touched the wound. But just halfway through laughter, there were bursts of thunder coming from the top of their heads, and the US military's bombardment began again.

There were bursts of cannon sound, and there were bursts of vibration!

The logs used to support the tunnel walls made a creaking sound, the soil and rocks in the gaps kept falling, and the smoke from outside the cave poured into the tunnel... It was a lively fight outside, but the soldiers in the tunnel had long been accustomed to all this, each tidying their own equipment or dealing with their own wounds.

I turned my eyes to the tunnel, and in the darkness and smoke, I could vaguely see the earth and rocks that were lifted by shells outside, and the corpses torn into pieces and thrown into the air.

Inside and outside the cave are the two heavens of life and death.

I felt someone touching my shoulder, and turned around and found that Jiang Chunzeng handed me a pot of water. He nodded to him with gratitude, took the kettle and took a few sips. Then I realized that I was really thirsty and had been busy with war just now, but I didn't care at all.

As time passed by minute by minute, I gradually felt that the artillery fired by the US military this time was a little different. The time was much longer than the last time. Isn't it? It's almost half an hour before I can stop, and the sound seemed to be wider. But thinking about it, the US military in the middle became our prisoners, and at this moment, the US artillery can certainly be thrust into chaos.

But when the sound of gunfire from the US military finally stopped and I brought the soldiers into the position with guns, I realized that the fact was not what I thought.

"Where has the enemy gone? Why haven't you attacked?" After waiting on the position for a long time, he didn't see the enemy coming, nor did he hear the sound of the tank's motor. Li Guoqiang couldn't help feeling a little bored.

"What the hell?" I couldn't help but wonder. Even if we had Jiang Chunzeng, the new force, joining, the entire army now had only more than 1,000 people, while the US military had four divisions. In addition, they didn't need to worry about the group of US troops trapped in the central government. It was the time for them to let go of their hands and feet to take revenge! Why is there no movement now...

"There is a situation!" Just as he was thinking about the cry of a soldier coming from beside him, he looked down, hey! No wonder I couldn't see clearly. It turned out that everyone was on the body like the volunteers, with branches stuck on their heads and pretending. When will the United Nations troops come here too!

"Prepare for the fight!"

As I said that, I raised the sniper rifle in my hand, and waited for them to get closer and shoot out the flares and then hit him hard for a while!

But as I looked at it, I felt something was wrong. These soldiers were very agile in the mountains, and were definitely not comparable to those of the United Nations troops who used modern transportation equipment. Moreover, judging from the length of the rifle in their hands, it seemed that they were not m1 rifles. Could it be...

"Don't shoot first, just shoot a flare and see!" Thinking of this, I ordered the soldiers.

With a "breathing!", a flare slowly rose into the sky. Before the soldiers could see it clearly, the soldiers at the foot of the mountain suddenly dispersed like a group of flexible rabbits and each of them hidden.

"It's our troops!" The soldiers didn't see clearly, but I could see clearly in the sniper lens: "It's our troops, comrades from the 68th Army!"

“Serve the people!”

"Liberate the New China!"

When they met the code, the soldiers cheered and rushed towards the foot of the mountain, and the comrades from the two troops hugged each other tightly.

When fellow villagers see them, they will cry, not to mention that the two troops who meet now are fighting to death abroad...

"Comrade...Who is Captain Cui? Where is Captain Cui?" Just as I was relieved and sat in the trench to rest, a fully armed volunteer soldier called out while calling.

"I am!" I waved to him.

He jogged all the way, and with a bang, he saluted in front of me: "Report! Zhang Shuqing, the battalion commander of the 604th Regiment of the 202nd Division of the 68th Army, was ordered to come and support!"

"Well! It turns out it's from the reconnaissance battalion!" I couldn't help but look at Zhang Shuqing a few more times when he heard this. Seeing that Zhang Shuqing was not old, he was in his twenties, tall and thin, with no expression on his face. He didn't look special, but he was a battalion commander of the reconnaissance battalion at such a young age, and I think he was also a character.

Although there are no special forces such as the US military in the Volunteer Army, the reconnaissance battalion almost plays this role. Go deep into the enemy to grab the tongue and ask about intelligence, reconnaissance enemy artillery deployment, bomb bridges, railways, raids, etc. Just like this time, they are also rushing to reinforce us in front of the troops.

To complete these tasks, it is not enough to fight and kill on the battlefield like ordinary soldiers. They all have a few unique skills in their hands. Just like what I saw in modern movies, many scouts even worked hard before entering the court to learn Korean, so that they would not be recognized when they wore the puppet army's uniforms and walked with the puppet army while chatting with the puppet army.

"Captain Cui!" I was just thinking about Zhang Shuqing and spoke: "The superior asked me to convey to you that your mission has been completed very well. Let's leave the rest to our 68th Army!"

"Where is the American?" I asked casually.

"They have retreated!" Zhang Shuqing stepped forward and replied: "They were about to arrive when they reconnaissanced the large army of our army. They didn't want to fall into the dilemma of fighting on both sides, so they took the lead in withdrawing from the battlefield. However, they retreated not far away and were stationed on the original position three miles away!"

"Down with American imperialism!"

"Long live the People's Republic of China!"

As soon as Zhang Shuqing finished speaking, a burst of cheers sounded higher than a wave of louder cheers on the position.

Cheers passed through the valley, through the night, and headed straight for the joint troops that were retreating with their heads. They turned around one by one and looked in our direction. After staring for a long time, they reluctantly lowered their heads and continued on their way...

"Retreat!" With my order, the soldiers quickly retreated from the hills and then gathered on the road. The soldiers carried stretchers and helped the wounded, and lined up in a neat formation and took heavy steps to embark on the road of marching.

When I was sorting out the equipment, the battalions counted the number of people, and I realized the final casualties. After more than 3,000 people in the regiment were left, only more than 1,800 people, including more than 400 minor and serious wounded people. In other words, in just a few days, our army composed of backbone of the 60th Army had only more than 1,400 people still able to go to the battlefield.

Li Guoqiang's troops were divided into four parts to defend four high grounds in the fierce battle to grab the machine gun position, so the casualties were very heavy. In the end, the entire battalion was pieced together with only more than 100 people, and most of the more than 100 people were carried down by the soldiers. Some were injured and some were fatigued. On such a highly tense battlefield, several hours of fighting were enough to exhaust people, let alone we fought for several days and nights in a row. Just like me now, I felt my feet trembling uncontrollably when I walked on the road...

The most casualties were Hu Biao's troops in the first battalion. There were more than 500 people in their entire battalion, but after this battle, only fifteen people were left to stand.

When I saw Hu Biao walking to me with a dozen blood-covered soldiers, I was shocked. Their clothes were almost broken. I really couldn't think about how they came, even though the position I was in was fighting as fiercely as theirs.

Hu Biao is famous because of his good at fighting tough battles. It is said that with this guy's soldiers, eight of them will not come back every time he goes to the battlefield, so he has tried many troops to kill. But this time... when I ordered each battalion to count the number of people, this iron-clad man was in front of me, in front of his subordinates, and in front of the soldiers of other battalions, squatted on the ground and hugged his head and cried...

The crying broke into the hearts of the soldiers, shocking the soldiers' hearts, like a tear-breaking bullet exploded. The soldiers were all infected and shed tears silently.

But even so hard and tired, the soldiers still strided on the marching road, especially when they met the comrades from the 68th Army who were going to take the defense. Listening to their kind greetings, they felt that they all looked at them with admiration. Even the wounded, who were originally injured and unable to straighten their waists, stood up their chests!

"Captain Cui!" Jiang Chunzeng said with emotion beside him: "Our 60th Army has not been able to raise our heads and speak with our chests like this for a long time. This time! It's so satisfying! Let's be proud!"

"That's it!" Huang Xianhua also nodded and said, "Although there were heavy casualties, it was worth it to win back the reputation and face for our 60th Army. It would be worth it to throw my old bone here!"

Li Guoqiang scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Captain Cui, I am also a leader before entering this 538. To be honest, I came here just to make a comeback. When I first came, I saw that your hair had not grown enough yet! I don't take you seriously..."

When the soldiers around him heard this, they couldn't help laughing, and even I couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, Li Guoqiang, don't you take Commander Cui seriously!" Jiang Chunzeng smiled and said, "Don't you know that our Deputy Commander Liu was still a Deputy Commander? What's your leader?"

"At that time... I subjugated Deputy Commander Liu, but I don't have to subjugate Captain Cui, right?" Li Guoqiang's face turned red and he stuttered.

"So are you convinced now?"

"I'm convinced!" Li Guoqiang stood up and said, "I won't talk about leading troops to fight. What I'm most convinced is Captain Cui's shooting skills. He hits far away and I hits closer. We're just a pick. I'll follow him in the future!"
Chapter completed!