Chapter 152: Battle at Mapingli (IV)

The failure of the two strong attacks made the US military realize that they could not eat hot tofu in a hurry, so they spent the whole morning in peace, except for the occasional cold guns fired at our position in the US camp. This gave us time to complete the fortifications on the top of the mountain and took some time to make a full meal.

The reason why we dared to bury a pot and cook on the battlefield at this time was that we had a mentality of giving up. Anyway, our every move was under the surveillance of the US military's high-power telescope. There was actually not much difference between raising a fire and not raising a fire.

However, I still encountered difficulties in getting water, because the water source was a mountain spring beside the rock at the foot of the mountain. Although it was located on the inside of our three high grounds, it had to run down the high ground and pass through a wide area dozens of meters away. This was when the US military used artillery fire to retaliate against our army, and the green smoke cooking often attracted a lot of damage from the American artillery fire.

So the meal was not comfortable, and we also paid the lives of three warriors for this. In the end, we had to free up a tunnel for cooking, which left the Americans helpless.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui!" Battalion Commander Li came up and said, "It's been a whole morning, and there's no movement at all. Do you think this American dares to attack our position?"

"I'll look..." Before I could answer, the warrior next to me took a excited speech: "This American has died so many people at once, I'm afraid his courage is scared! It would be fine if he doesn't attack. If he really dares to come up, we will hit him a few times!"

"That's right, this Soviet big brother's weapon is really good!" A young volunteer soldier grabbed the turntable machine gun in his hand and sang: "When the bullets were fired, the Americans fell down a large area in a panic. Now, they only attacked twice and fell more people than us! Even if we are heroic, it's not unfair, at least there is a cull for us!"

The soldiers all laughed happily when they heard this.

It can be seen that after the victory of these two battles, the soldiers have increased a lot of confidence, but I still had to pour a bowl of cold water on them: "The failure of the Americans' two attacks is largely due to the immediate benefits. Their task is to quickly insert our rear and divide our army into a division and siege, so they want to fight quickly and launch an attack on our army before they are ready. In addition, their estimate of our firepower is also severely distorted, so they have suffered such heavy casualties. Now that they have not attacked for such a long time, they are not afraid of us, but re-estimating our firepower and making some corresponding preparations. I think when they launch an attack again, it will not be so easy to repel them."

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui is right!" Battalion Commander Li nodded in favor: "The troops that these Americans encountered along the way were all retreated from the front line. The troops that our army retreated from the front line all had one characteristic, that is, they were basically in a state of exhaustion of ammunition and food. So when these Americans were almost unresisted on the way, they would take it for granted that we were in the same situation. Under this idea, they made the mistake of underestimating the enemy and making us gain a big advantage. But after these two big battles, I see that those Americans were awakening us!"

The soldiers burst into laughter again, as if they were still immersed in the victory just now.

Most of them entered North Korea for the first time, and even the more than 100 soldiers I brought were supplementary soldiers who only entered North Korea during the fifth battle. It should be said that they were indeed proud to be able to achieve such results in the first battle. But what they didn't understand was that I didn't care about any credit, but only whether I could take them out of this battlefield alive.

Although I haven't eaten enough, I'm worried that it will be inconvenient to fight if I eat too much, so after eating it for 70% or 80% off, I have to fight the smell of rice from the white rice. Don't doubt this temptation. Modern people may be disdainful of these white rice, but if we only eat the moldy fried noodles for several months, we will feel that the white rice is a kind of delicacy.

There is also an advantage in daytime combat, that is, you only need to arrange a few secret sentries on the high ground, and the enemy will definitely know when they attack, so most soldiers can hide in the tunnel and rest with confidence.

After taking the kettle from the soldiers and drinking a few sips of water, the eyelids slowly sank. After eating and drinking, I naturally want to sleep even more. The wars in recent days have made the soldiers very tired, so there were snoring sounds in the tunnel in a short while. Many soldiers even fell asleep while biting their mouths. I was exhausted, and my head tilted and leaned against the tunnel and fell asleep slowly.

A loud "Boom!" woke us up. As soon as I opened my eyes, my head was almost clear, I had already conditioned and grabbed the gun and ran out of the tunnel with a conditioned gun. Then when I shook my head and finally pulled myself from my sleep to reality, I realized that I was already on the position on the top of the mountain.

Looking at the foot of the mountain through layers of gunpowder and soil and gravel that were blown up all over the sky, the first thing that broke into my sight was the US troops attacking us in groups at the foot of the mountain. While they advanced, they fired randomly at our positions with their weapons. Some US troops also used Bazukka rocket launchers to fire cigarettes at us.

A strange cry of "Woo!" made me realize that this time the Americans were waiting for the plane to attack together. Then, before we could react, a dense bullet poured out from under the plane like raindrops, and immediately several soldiers were shot in a pool of blood.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui!" After the plane passed, a volunteer soldier guarding the direction of the highway shouted at me: "The enemy tank is coming!"

I hurried over and saw that there were more than a dozen tanks of different sizes on the highway, covering the brigade of infantry running along the highway. While attacking the 259th and 273.1th, they also divided four "Penshing" tanks to drive towards the open area in the center of the three highlands at an extremely fast speed.

With a "boom!", one of the tanks opened fire, and a pile of loess exploded not far in front of us, making us realize that the target of these tanks was our highland.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse. The Americans started playing the way he used to cooperate with multiple troops, and focused their attacks on the 307.3 high ground where I was.

The 307.3 Highland can now be said to be attacked by five sides. On the front and on the side, a large number of US troops attacked. The "Penshing" tanks behind them rely on their armored thick artillery range to directly threaten our army's rear. There are also "Bronco" fighter jets in the air. Now, except for the 307.3 Highland's volunteers have no bullets shot from the ground, there are bullets and artillery shells that want to take our lives everywhere in other directions...

These Americans are not stupid, and they also saw that the 307.3 highland is the weakness of our army. As long as the 307.3 highland is captured, the reverse slope fortifications of the other two highlands will soon be exposed to the firepower of the US military. At that time, the US military could easily knock out the fortifications of the other two highlands one by one by one by one if they had machine guns, mortars, rocket launchers, etc. to the 307.3 highland.

"What's going on! Just let the tanks break in?" Seeing the four "Penxing" about to break through the valley between the two high grounds, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

Although they were only four Pershings, once they were allowed to break into the open ground in the center, they would be nailed to the center of our position like a nail, and the tank guns and various machine guns equipped on the tanks could pose a threat to any of our high ground at any time. Moreover, once the heavy "Penshing" tanks with thick armor entered the open ground in the center, it would be even more difficult for the volunteers to blow them up.

I originally thought the Americans didn't have that courage to let the tanks pass through such a valley, because the volunteers stationed on the 259th and 273.1th highways seemed to be able to easily blow up the tanks that were about to break in as long as they dropped a few anti-tank grenades from above.

But now it seems that the soldiers on the 259th and 273.1th high ground were all busy dealing with the enemy's attack and the bombing of the planes, and they did not notice this, allowing the four "Persing" to rush in. Even if some soldiers discovered them and wanted to run to the high ground to block the attack, they would soon be intercepted by US fighter jets.

With a "boom!", an anti-tank grenade finally exploded among the four tanks, but the speed of the tank was too fast. The grenade landed far behind the tank. Then there were several roars one after another, and the last tank was finally blown into a ball of fire, but the first three cars stepped on their horsepower and rushed forward like a beast.

"It's bad!" Looking at these three "Pan Xing" who rushed in, I couldn't help but feel cold. I let these three big guys break in, but I'm afraid that these three high grounds will not be able to defend.

At this moment, there was only a roar, and the tank in the lead exploded with smoke. Then he drove forward for a while and could no longer move. I looked at the foot of the mountain in surprise and was shocked to find that the howitzers in the tunnel were pulled out by the artillerymen of the volunteers and were firing shells at the two tanks. But for some reason, more than a dozen of them were lying on the ground in blood.

The second tank quickly turned a corner and walked out from the side. Someone heard the artillery at the foot of the mountain shouting "Show off!" Then there were "boom..." several times, and four shells hit the flank of the tank very accurately. While the tank was hit, the volunteer soldiers who fired the artillery also fell down a large area. For a moment, blood was everywhere on the gun barrel and the ammunition box. The artillery soldiers who were still firing at the enemy tanks with their chests fell into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

Only then did I realize what happened to the injured artillery soldiers just now? Artillery shooting has a safety world, which is the shortest distance between the cannon and the target. If it is less than this shortest distance, then the shells fired will accidentally hurt myself when they hit the target and explode.

The safety of the 155mm howitzer in the hands of the Volunteer Army was 200 meters, but at this time the distance between the tanks and the artillery positions was only a few dozen meters... In other words, these artillery soldiers were almost using their lives to advance the tanks.

The third tank emerged again, and the only five remaining volunteer artillerymen climbed up from the ground. At this time, they were already covered in blood and couldn't stand firmly, but they still insisted on standing up, looking at the steel monsters that were driving towards them dozens of meters away without fear, loading themselves and aiming...

At the same time, the tank also rotated its turret and pointed at the volunteers. Then a red flame suddenly spewed out of the black muzzle. With a loud "boom!", the volunteer soldiers were still not as fast as the tanks, and they were blown away far away with the people and guns.

The tank seemed to be worried that there would be living volunteer soldiers on the artillery position to pose a threat to it, so it broke into the dozen howitzers with a rumbling motor sound. The machine guns rang out, firing the bodies of every volunteer soldier on the ground. The tracks made a harsh and strange cry and flattened every howitzer blocking it. It seemed to be showing off its power and its power to all the volunteer soldiers on the high ground.

But at this moment, I noticed that just in front of the tank, a volunteer soldier with his legs broken and bandages wrapped around his head was trying his best to bite off the string of the grenade, and then stared at the tank that was slowly heading towards him. Next to him were several boxes of shells piled up in a mess...

With a loud bang, a ball of flame, a great life disappeared with the enemy's tanks. In just a few minutes, this tank unit inserted into the hinterland of our position disappeared under the resistance of the blood and lives of the volunteers. A tank slashed into the battle carefully planned by the US military was completely shattered.

But I know that this is not simple, because in these few minutes, more than 20 volunteer soldiers knew that the ending of this battle was to be destroyed, but they still devoted their lives without hesitation.
Chapter completed!