Chapter 165 Return to the World

The two armies converged, and the bayonets quickly stabbed the US military in the frontier of the position, and screams followed. The US military, who had just woken up from the smoke of the grenades and the explosion, had no time to raise the weapons in their hands to resist, and fell one by one under the bayonets of the soldiers.

The blood sprayed from the US military splashed onto my face and flowed into my eyes, making my vision blurred, but I didn't wipe it. Because I knew that at this time, I only had to stop for a second, even if it was only a short second, the US military in front of me would be likely to shoot their bullets into my head or stab their bayonets into my heart.

So I didn't dare to free my hand to wipe it, so I kept waving the rifle in my hand, stabbing, picking, smashing... and cooperating with my hands, feet, teeth, kicking, hitting, or biting. I could use any action I could use. At this time, there was no move at all, and all the actions were subconscious. There was only one thought in my head, that is, no matter what method or means, as long as I could block the enemy in front of me from the position, as long as they didn't rush up, it would be.

The location of the US military is very embarrassing. They are at the critical point between the steep incline and the top position. At this position, they almost have to face our bayonets and stocks as soon as they emerge. They cannot throw grenades at us because the distance is too close, and the grenades are likely to roll into their own team. They cannot raise their guns to shoot at us because they cannot see the target in their position. When they see the target, the bayonets are already in front of them. Moreover... the US military is stabbed and rolling down above their heads, which makes them unable to distinguish between enemies and us.

So the battle situation was so tense, and the US troops emerged one by one, and we stabbed one by one, then screamed and rolled down the slope. But the US troops in front of us knew very well that this was a rare opportunity for them. Once they retreated, they might not be able to charge us again. What's more, it was at night, and the reinforcements of the volunteer army could come up at any time. Therefore, although the US troops suffered heavy casualties, they still refused to give up the fruit of victory that they were about to get, and still rushed up row by row without hesitation.

The situation of the Volunteer Army is not easy! Our biggest shortcoming is the shortage of manpower. At this time, I thought to myself that if we had more than a dozen more, we would probably be able to fight them like last time, with only bayonets. But now... the limited manpower makes us tired of dealing with the situation in front of us.

The position No. 9 is the vertex of the triangle, which means that we face the enemy in three sides and have to face the attack from the enemy. Although the soldiers are condescending, this location brings us only to resist the enemy's attack. Moreover, we cannot take a step back. The consequences of doing so will not only light up the back of our comrades in front of the enemy, but will also give the enemy a foothold.

With a "punch...", a soldier's bayonet pierced deeply into the enemy's chest.

Although the US military was wearing bulletproof vests, the bulletproof vests of this era were not equipped with steel plates, but they were just a soft synthetic fiber of nylon. Although this material could be bulletproof to a certain extent, it could not prevent bayonets, so the bayonet was stabbed into the enemy's heart very smoothly. The US military screamed and died of blood. But surprisingly, he did not roll down like the enemy we stabbed, but dragged it up and down. I, beside me, soon realized that it was the enemy's skeleton that stuck the bayonet.

No matter how many seconds the battlefield is, it cannot be delayed, let alone in the situation like ours, where the minority is to the majority. The soldiers just cannot pull back the bayonet, and several US soldiers snatched it from the inclined surface, and then two bayonets pierced into his chest!

The situation became critical. Once the US troops successfully broke through the gap of this soldier, then our army would not be able to stop the US troops' offensive like a tide. Just when I was secretly thinking that the situation was over, the soldier screamed and rushed towards the enemy's rushing forward with the enemy's bayonet...

At this moment, I clearly saw the warrior's back, and two blood-carved bayonets protruded from his back. The tip of the knife emitted a cold light under the flare. The blood flowed down the blood trough like a spring, dyeing the land under the warrior's feet red. The warrior didn't know where the strength came from, and then he shouted again, holding the US troops who had just rushed up, rolling down from the position with his gun.

This warrior used his life to buy us a moment of time. Just as he was throwing into the enemy group, we on the position adjusted our formation tacitly and added this gap.

A few gunshots of "bang bang...", a soldier shook his body a few times, obviously being hit by the enemy's stray bullet. But he did not fall down, and still waved his bayonet and stabbed the enemy again and again. It was not until he could no longer raise the rifle in his hand that he suddenly pulled the "glorious bullet" tied to his chest, and rushed towards the US army as soon as he stepped forward.

With a loud "Boom!", more than a dozen corpses were blown up on the slope, and the US troops rushing towards us were immediately blown up a gap. But they were like a tide that was blown up and soon surrounded them again.

Although the US troops in front of us died one by one under our bayonet, there were fewer and fewer soldiers on the position. I knew very well that if we continued to fight like this, our defense line would always collapse. Once our defense line was broken by the enemy, or the defense line of other positions was broken by the enemy, the US military's sea of ​​people would soon flood us.

But now I have no other way, so I have to grit my teeth and hold on, and have to wave the bayonet again and again to stab the enemy.

With a crisp sound of "kang!", my hands and feet were weak, and I stabbed it a little slower, giving the target time to lower his head, and the bayonet stabbed the US military's helmet. But when I retracted the bayonet again, I found that the bayonet was actually bent, so I grabbed it back and smashed it at the enemy with a butt.

But the speed of killing enemies with a butt stock was obviously not as fast as the bayonet. I felt a stinging pain and found that the enemy's bayonet had already pierced a blood hole in my thigh. I lost my support and had to sit on the ground, pull out the m1911 from my waist as fast as possible, and "bang bang..." at the US military climbing up in front of me. It was a random attack. Each bullet eliminated an enemy, and seven US troops fell down! But this seemed to have no change to the situation of the battle, because soon a new enemy rushed up with a bayonet.

It's over!

I thought to myself that at this time, I was exhausted and had no strength left. The last little resistance was to throw the empty pistol in my hand towards the enemy. The US military in front of me hung a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, raised the bayonet and picked the pistol that was smashing towards him, and then pointed the bayonet at me...

"Dada..."

At this moment, a series of gunfire suddenly came from behind me, and several American soldiers in front of me were beaten to death, and then collapsed to the ground.

The blood of the US military splattered all over my body. Coincidentally, the US military that just smiled at me was lying at my feet at this time, looking at me with wide open eyes as if I was dying with my eyes open.

"Run!" Just as I was confused, a shocking shouts of killing suddenly came from behind me, and then familiar figures appeared around me.

It was reinforcements! It was the comrades of the 12th Army... At this last moment, they finally caught up in time!

My whole body became soft and I lay down on the position without any strength.

"Comrade! Comrade! Hold on!" Soon someone came to me and carried me onto a stretcher. Although I was still conscious and sober at this time, I didn't want to say anything or move, so I let them do whatever they wanted to bother me. I just thought in my heart, and let them leave the rest!

"Comrade! Where are you injured?" When I was carried back to the tunnel, the health officer looked at me covered in blood. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find where the wound was.

"Here, here!" I forced my upper body, pointed to my thigh and said, "Let the Japanese stab him!"

"Well! I saw it!" The sanitation officer immediately began to check my wound without saying a word, and took out the first aid kit for some necessary treatment.

At this time, several more soldiers were helped in. Although they were covered in blood, I still recognized him at a glance that one of them was Li Baocheng. I couldn't help but shouted happily: "Captain Li, your life is really hard! I won't go to see Marx in this way!"

"Chief of Staff!" Li Baocheng then discovered me on the stretcher and couldn't help but smile: "Are you the same?"

"What? You..." Hearing Li Baocheng's words, the two sanitary workers who helped me take care of my wounds were stunned. After a glance at each other, they asked, "You, you are Cui Wei, Chief of Staff Cui!"

"Who else isn't him?" Li Baocheng sat down on the tunnel wall with difficulty, laughing: "You two little guys, you want to give me some snacks, don't let our Chief of Staff suffer!"

"Yes!" The two health workers responded, and they dared not be too slow. Their hands were quickly busy. But why did I feel their hands tremble a little...

"Chief of Staff!" A sanitation officer said to me while cleaning my wounds: "You are so brave. Our troops are celebrating your deeds of fighting against the enemy on Shangganling. Just now, Xiao Wang told me, how great it would be if we could see the commander stationed on Shangganling with our own eyes! I didn't expect that I will see you now! I will also treat your wounds..."

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. This is not the first time I have been praised as a role model, but I still can't get used to the straightforward praise from the soldiers.

"Where is Comrade Cui Wei? Where is it?" At this time, a volunteer soldier who looked like a cadre walked in quickly with two guards, asking while walking!

"Report to Battalion Commander Li, here!" The two health camps stood up happily and responded.

"Comrade Cui Wei!" Battalion Commander Li stepped forward after hearing this, first saluted me, then held my hand tightly, looked at me with admiration in his eyes and said, "Chief Cui, you are fighting so well. Such a few people can defend the position, which is completely beyond my expectations. I was thinking of a counterattack! I didn't expect..."

"Battleman Li!" I asked back: "Don't you come to reinforce after an hour? Why are you here now?"

"That's right!" Battalion Commander Li nodded and replied: "According to the original plan, we did come to reinforce the reinforcements within an hour, but when we saw gunfires on the 597.9 high ground, the flares were also hit. Commander Zhang judged that this was the enemy's night attack. He was worried that you could not stand it, so he advanced the reinforcement plan!"

"Um!" I nodded when I heard this. It was Captain Zhang who was wise and sent reinforcements in time. Otherwise, not only would we not be able to protect our lives, but the surface positions on the 597.9 highland will not be able to defend.

"Chief of Staff, you can retreat and recuperate!" Battalion Commander Li shook my hand again and said, "I'll leave it to us here. Don't worry, our soldiers of the 12th Army will definitely not pull you back and discredit our volunteer army!"

As he said that, he waved his hand to several soldiers beside him, and ordered him to break up: "You should send the comrades from the 15th Division back, remember that no one can be left behind! They are heroes, and they are not sacrificed at the guns of the enemy on the battlefield, and they must not be sacrificed on the way back! Even if you use your lives, you must send them safely to the rear!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison, and did not allow us to object. They immediately helped or lifted them, and some simply rushed out of the tunnel with the injured soldiers on their backs.

The sound of gunfire was still roaring, and the smoke was still choking. But this time, lying on the stretcher, I felt that the battlefield tonight was a little different. Not only me, but Li Baocheng and the soldiers also had the same idea. While walking, they turned around and looked at the battlefield behind them. Although in the smoke, there was nothing except for the occasional light of one or two explosions or flares, the soldiers still turned around again and again...

"Chief of Staff! Bring back something to commemorate!" said Li Baocheng, who was walking next to me.

"What else can I bring in this place?" I couldn't help but feel funny when I heard this. It's either soil or stone. Could it be that I still bring these with me?

Li Baocheng hesitated for a while, walked a few steps to the side, and saw a trunk less than one meter long beside him, and immediately shouted: "Communicationist, carry this trunk back!"

"Yes!" The correspondent responded, without asking any more questions, carrying the trunk and following behind.

I couldn't help but feel funny when I heard Li Baocheng's order. If I had something to do, I would carry a piece of rotten wood back. The correspondent was already exhausted. Isn't this intention to make trouble?

But then I suddenly remembered that in modern times, I had visited the Military History Exhibition Hall of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, where there was a piece of rotten wood. The wood less than one meter long was filled with bullets and shrapnel, and there were more than a hundred large and small ones. This fully demonstrates the arduous environment in which the Shangganling Battle was carried out, and that piece of wood also became a proof of the historical event of the Shangganling Battle.

That piece of wood is not the part we carry back now...

But now I have no other intention to care about this anymore, because we have now reached the enemy's artillery blockade area. I have been fighting in Shangganling, and I have looked at this artillery blockade area from a distance on the high ground, and have never felt it in the scene. Now when I come to this, I realize that this is not a good thing.

Although the shells are not very dense, they are one after another, and there is no regular explosion in this section of the valley. The danger here is that we cannot tell where the next shell will explode, and we also don’t know when the US artillery will be on a whim to make a ruthless fight!

The comrades of the 12th Army were obviously very experienced in how to pass such artillery blockade. Before we could prepare, they jumped up from the ground and carried me forward quickly.

The shells kept exploding beside me, shrapnel kept whistling in my ears, and the soil fell from the sky and flew into my eyes and mouth and nose from time to time, which forced me to close my eyes.

But the fact is that it is difficult to close your eyes during the bombing of shells, because it would give me an inexplicable fear, so I opened my eyes again. At this time, I really hoped that the soldiers carrying me, who were carrying me in the front and back, could put me down and let me go by myself, but this idea was obviously inappropriate, so I had to let them carry me and continue running forward...

Suddenly, I felt the soldiers' pace slowing down, the air became fresher and fresher, the smoke in front of me gradually dissipated, and long-lost stars appeared in the sky.

I'm back in the world!

The Battle of Shangganling ended here. The battle lasted 43 days in total, divided into three stages, from battle to battle. The enemy and us invested a large amount of troops and weapons in a narrow area less than 4 square kilometers, and carried out a long-lasting repeated battle. The intensity of the battle was rare before. In particular, the artillery firepower density exceeded the level of World War II.

In this battle, we killed, wounded and captured more than 25,000 enemies, and our army suffered more than 11,500 casualties. The comparison between the enemy and us was 2.21:1.

Among them, there were three or four hundred volunteer officers and soldiers entering the No. 1 tunnel of 597.9, and only eight survived. The military flag brought back by the soldier Wang Tugen was brand new fourteen days ago. Every time the Eighth Company counterattacked, it was planted in the position once and bathed in countless rains of bullets. Now, this flag of less than two square meters is densely covered with as many as 381 bullet holes. When the China Military Museum was completed and opened in 1962, this military flag that recorded the glorious Shangganling was one of the most precious collections!
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