"Boom..."

It was just dawn that morning, less than two days before the end of the first battle, and the United Nations forces, who were forced to retreat south of the Qingchuan River, launched an attack unwillingly.

In front of us is the Eighth Army commanded by Walker. The so-called Eighth Army is the army that is mixed with the main forces of the 1st South Korean Division, the 27th British Brigade, the 24th American Division, the 2nd American Division, the 7th and 8th South Korean Divisions. Of course, as usual, this time the host South Korean Army took the lead.

The shells exploded around, and the planes made harsh and strange screams above their heads. Big trees clattered and fell down. Snow, wood chips, and broken soil rushed from all directions like waves. In addition, the shaking earth made me feel like I was in the ocean, and the sand and stones around me would flood me at any time like sea water.

Finally I tasted the American heavy artillery. If the South Korean army's bombardment was described as deafening, then the American heavy artillery could be described as silent, because we were deaf when we were bombarded by this gun.

When I first started shooting, I didn't care, nor did I expect to cover my ears with my hands. When a firecracker was hit by fire, my ears were buzzing and I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't help but remember that when I was a child, a firecracker exploded in my ears during the Chinese New Year. It made my ears buzz for more than ten minutes, but I was afraid that it wouldn't be so relaxed now.

The Americans' cannons were indeed powerful, but fortunately they did not find the target, and they just used the heavy cannons to target those with trees and could hide people, so the Volunteers did not suffer much damage.

"Tutu..." Before the sound of cannons stopped, hundreds of troop transport ships on the Qingchuan River were driving towards this side from afar. The originally calm Qingchuan River suddenly became lively.

Further apart, you can vaguely see enemy cars, tanks and armored vehicles lined up in a long line toward this side on the Qingchuan River Bridge.

This is MacArthur's Christmas offensive, and I couldn't help but smile in my heart. During the first battle, MacArthur, the commander-in-chief of the United Nations, made it impossible for China to participate in the war, because the thanksgiving interval is only fifteen days now. So MacArthur released the words to end the war before Christmas and launched this Christmas offensive.

In a sense, I still hope that MacArthur will be the commander-in-chief of the United Nations, because his blind optimism and arrogance are one of the reasons why the Volunteers achieved great results in the previous battles, so his dismissal is a loss for the Volunteers!

"The Chinese have at most 30,000 regular troops and 30,000 volunteer troops, and they are not an insulting force."

After the first battle, MacArthur said this, and what he had expected was that at this time, North Korea was lurking with nine troops of 400,000 volunteers waiting for him.

With the sound of the motor, the troop transport ship brought teams of South Korean soldiers ashore. Obviously, the South Korean soldiers were not as optimistic as MacArthur. Maybe they were afraid of being beaten, or maybe they were born fear of the Chinese army. After they all got ashore, they did not dare to take another step forward. It was not until one troop transport ship after another sent teams of soldiers ashore that they mustered up the courage to touch the place where we were hiding.

Their mission is to ensure that there are no ambushing in the woods on both sides of the highway, so that their large troops can pass safely from the highway at the foot of the mountain.

The strange screams of the plane gradually decreased, and the sound of cannons disappeared without a trace as the South Korean troops advanced. I crawled out of the muddy pile, and couldn't help but rub my painful ears with my hands, turned my head to see that my comrades around me were almost the same, with obvious dull expressions.

This damn American, why is it so cruel when firing cannons! Not to mention being killed and injured by these giant cannons, the sound is unbearable. No wonder many of the injured volunteer soldiers returning to China were deaf. At this time, I really hope that the Americans came up so that they could shoot a few shots to relieve their hatred.

At this moment, I suddenly felt someone stab me a few times. I turned my head and saw that it was the old squad leader. He compared me with guns and signaled me to prepare for battle. This made me realize that the company commander had just given the order to prepare for battle.

I silently picked up the rifle in my hand. Since I couldn't hear the sound, the whole world seemed to be different. Everything in front of me seemed to be watching a silent movie, weird and helpless.

With a few light sounds, a large area of ​​enemies in front of me fell down, which made me realize that I had missed the order to "fire" again, and at the same time, a heart hanging down finally came down - I could still hear the sound, I was not deaf yet!

I was happy and picked up the rifle in my hand and fired a few shots. Sure enough, it was really audible, and the sound seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Hey! I just focused on listening to the sound, where did the bullets fly?

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, the South Korean soldiers retreated before they could hit two shots. It's not important for me to shoot two more shots. I didn't even have to shoot two more shots. Isn't that! Before I could shoot again, they ran away again.

"retreat!"

Ha... I finally heard the company commander's order, so I grabbed my gun and equipment and ran behind me.

"What? What do you want to retreat?" Although Hu Zi, who was following him, had to follow the troops due to military orders, he looked unwilling.

"That's it!" Liu Mingquan also looked depressed: "The position that the soldiers exchanged for blood and life, we will lose it if we shoot two shots like this? How can we go back and face other comrades!"

"Go and go!" the old squad leader whispered from the side: "Stop talking nonsense and obey orders!"

"Company Commander!" Zhao Yongxin rushed a few steps and caught up with Zhang Shuguo running in front and said, "What does it mean to retreat? The morality of the reactionary faction, what does the superiors still believe that our regiment can defend it? Have you looked down on our regiment?"

"Ask me, who will I ask?" Zhang Shuguo also looked angry: "It was the order given by the regiment commander. If you have the will, please find the regiment commander!"

"This..." Zhao Yongxin was speechless for a moment.

What's wrong with this? Looking at this group of people being so angry because of a retreat order, I really don't know how to describe them. To be honest, I've been a little tired of fighting these few days. I was only happy when I heard the retreat order. Maybe it was the order I most willing and willing to obey! But they...

And looking at their appearance, sincerity on their faces, firmness and anger in their tone, it is impossible to pretend. They are a group of real soldiers who would rather shed blood and sacrifice than be looked down upon and looked down upon!
Chapter completed!