Chapter 153: Battle at Mapingli (V)

The night came again, and the hazy moonlight enveloped the soldiers' vision. The silver moonlight sprinkled on the 307.3 high ground like running water, on the corpses in front of the position, and on the trenches piled up by the US military with sandbags and on the barbed wire in front of the trenches, making this night that should have been romantic and warm, full of death and murderous intent.

The cold winds with blood and smoke blew towards us, which made the soldiers shudder. The soldiers were still wearing cotton coats that were wet by the rain a few days ago. They were better during the day, but they were inevitably frozen at night.

Looking at the sky gradually getting darker, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and my muscles that were tight all over my body slowly relaxed. I am not a person who likes the night, but in this era, I couldn't help but fall in love with it, because it was the night on this battlefield that gave me a sense of security.

"Action!" With my order, the soldiers who had already prepared around me started to take action. They were busy digging tunnels and moving grain and ammunition.

The three soldiers with movement ability on the high ground gathered here in the darkness and counted the number of people. I realized that after the daytime battle, including dozens of People's Army soldiers brought by Cui Zhenyou, there were only more than 80 people who could still bring food and ammunition. It seemed that this battle was not ordinary and tragic.

With a sudden sound, the US military may also feel the movements on our side and called a flare from afar. The soldiers hurriedly fell to the ground without moving. After a while, after the light of the flare disappeared, they stood up and continued to carry the ammunition.

The purpose of dispersing ammunition and food to various high grounds is to avoid the situation where there is no ammunition or food once the 307.3 high ground is lost, and other high grounds will face no ammunition or food. Moreover, the hands of the volunteer soldiers basically use machine guns and submachine guns. The firepower of these weapons is strong, but the ammunition consumed is also amazing. With just one daytime battle, the ammunition reserved on the other two high grounds is almost consumed. Now it is just right to replenish some ammunition while it is dark. Otherwise, when the high ground is blocked by enemy artillery fire during the day, it will be difficult to transport the ammunition there.

"chug!"

Two more flares shone pale, and the dazzling light rose into the sky, then slowly drew an arc and fell to the foot of the mountain.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui!" At this time, Battalion Commander Li lay beside me and asked quietly: "Did the Americans find something? Why are they keep 'hanging lanterns' (the name of the volunteers for flares)!"

"I probably found nothing!" I looked behind the mountain, and lights of light from light or darkness came from there from time to time: "There are also flares in other highlands. If they find anything, then the ones that hit it will be shells!"

Battalion Commander Li said with some concern: "As they hung lanterns like this, the soldiers would not be able to transport much ammunition even if they transported them one night!"

I couldn't help frowning when I heard this, and I couldn't help but wonder in my heart that this American didn't usually play flares so often, why is it so abnormal tonight? Could it be that they were doing something tonight?

No, I quickly denied my idea. What the Americans fear most is fighting at night. At night, they can only shoot guns and fire guns from a distance. If they launch an attack at night, they will fight our volunteers desperately, which is their most taboo thing.

So I didn't think much about it and just directed the soldiers to speed up the delivery of ammunition.

As the flares were hit, the soldiers seemed to get used to it. At the beginning, they would lie down to cover it. However, over time, some soldiers were lucky. When the flares came, they ran forward with ammunition boxes and ignored them. The Americans didn't know why they didn't shoot or fire guns. When the soldiers saw that they were fine, many people joined the ranks of running towards the flares.

At that time, I was lying in the trenches and observing the US military camp through the scope. When I turned around accidentally, I was shocked and found that the soldiers were actually transporting ammunition as usual under the light of the flares. Just as I was about to stop the roar of the artillery shells in the space, they sounded like a piece, and shells exploded around the soldiers. In an instant, bullets, food, and blood from the soldiers were sprinkled all over the positions.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel secretly hated that this American was really cunning. He even thought of using this move, but he had no choice but to treat them. Fortunately, the volunteer soldiers transported ammunition along the traffic trench, and they all had some combat experience. When they heard the whistling of shells, they fell to the ground in time, so this shell only caused casualties to more than a dozen volunteer soldiers.

But this is a significant loss for us who are short of troops.

As the saying goes, one's mistakes lead to wisdom, the soldiers will never dare to be lazy again. However, the Americans are still teasing us, taking turns to flares at our positions all night, and from time to time, they will bombard shells. The soldiers are carrying heavy ammunition boxes, but they are still lying down and standing up for a while, which is so tired that the soldiers can't speak. The most annoying thing is that the speed is seriously affected by the Americans' interference, and they still don't transport much ammunition in the end.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui!" Battalion Commander Li also joined the team transporting ammunition. At this time, he was panting and sweating all over and lying beside me and said, "The soldiers are so tired, let's take a rest!"

"Yeah!" I nodded.

Captain Li quickly passed the order to rest on the spot, and then cursed fiercely: "This group of dog-dance American imperialism is even more cunning than the fox. We have been transporting this place for more than half a night, and only six tunnels of ammunition were transported out!"

"How much ammunition is left?" I couldn't help but ask.

"There are still more than twenty tunnels!" Battalion Commander Li replied: "But many of these twenty tunnels are explosive packs, shells, grenades, guns and grain. Let's transport bullets first!"

"Yeah!" I couldn't help but nod.

Battalion Commander Li's choice is undoubtedly correct. The current situation of our army is that we have a large number of machine guns and submachine guns in our hands, so the bullets that we need most, and only a large number of bullets can block the enemy's crazy attack.

"That's it..." I immediately ordered: "You install explosives in the tunnels where there are ammunition and install leads. If necessary, we can also detonate these ammunitions to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy."

"Yes!" Battalion Commander Li responded and went to make arrangements quickly.

After lying in the trench for a while, I suddenly felt something was wrong. After thinking for a while, I suddenly realized why this American suddenly didn't use the flares? Are they tired of fighting too?

I raised my rifle and looked at the enemy's camp through the scope. It seemed that some figures were shaking. Then I looked in front of the position. Under the moonlight, I could see many black shadows crawling among the pile of corpses. Seeing this, I was shocked and immediately shouted to the soldiers in a low voice: "If there is a situation, be prepared for combat!"

The soldiers who were sitting in the trenches rested immediately jumped up and put all kinds of weapons in their hands on the trenches.

After thinking about it, I ordered again: "The soldiers who were originally from the 259th and 273.1th highlands will return to their positions immediately!"

"Yes!" Some soldiers responded and quickly hugged and ran backwards along the traffic trench. The reason I did this was because I was worried that the enemy would attack the 307.3 high ground and also attack other high grounds. Now these three high grounds are iron triangles, and it would be dangerous to lose one and two high grounds.

Looking at the dark shadows slowly crawling towards our positions under the high ground, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart that this American would have chosen to attack the volunteers at night. They seemed to have planned to use flares and artillery shells to exhaust the volunteers who were transporting the ammunition, and then have a surprising surprise...

But they can wait until dawn to launch an attack. We did not get enough rest at that time, and they can also achieve the effect of waiting for work.

"Raincrete (Turkish: rush!)..."

With a hoarse cry, the black shadows got up and yelled to charge towards our positions. Only then did I know what they were doing—the enemies they were attacking us were not the US troops, but the Turkish brigades who were also good at hand-to-hand combat. Although I don’t know how to speak Turkish, the language of which country is still distinguishable.

The Turkish Brigade originally had as many as 5,000 people, but when the Americans sent to plug the loophole in the second battle, they were severely injured by the volunteers. At this time, they were still more than 2,000 people left! But no matter how many people they still have, their strength will always be stronger than our team, which is mostly composed of wounded soldiers, not to mention that there is a division of the US army behind them...

At this time, I couldn't help but secretly admire the US Chief of Staff's scheming. This Turkish brigade must have arrived long ago, but the US military has never sent them to the battlefield. Then on this night when I always thought they could not attack us, they first exhausted us with flares and shells, and then sent this Turkish brigade, which is also good at hand-to-hand combat...

"Fight!" I shouted and pulled the trigger first. With the banging sounds, several Turkish soldiers who rushed towards the hillside with scimitars quickly fell to the ground and rolled down. The soldiers also fired the machine guns and submachine guns in their hands.

But suddenly rows of flares were fired in the US camp. At the moment when these swaying and dazzling lights stinged the soldiers' eyes, the whistling and dazzling light sounded again in the sky, and bursts of explosions sounded. The splashing soil and scattered smoke quickly blocked the soldiers' sight, and many of them were smoke bombs emitting white smoke.

Damn! Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse. If the Americans rushed up at this time, those Americans would never have fired at such a close distance, because at this time the Turkish soldiers were less than two hundred meters away from us, and the shrapnel of the shells would have hurt their own people by chance.

The light of the flare slowly faded away. The night, which had originally had extremely poor visibility, was tossed by the smoke from the smoke, and it became even white and could not see anything. You could only hear the roar of the Turkish soldiers in the smoke like wild animals!

"Grenade!" I screamed at the soldiers behind me, and threw out the two grenades on my body. The soldiers understood and quickly threw the grenades down one by one. With the explosions one after another, a scream came from the smoke. But there were still several Turkish soldiers rushing up with scimitars. I pulled out the m1919 on my waist and shot them "bang..." in a burst of random shots, finally knocking them to the ground.

"Get the bayonet!" I screamed, but the soldiers were stunned, because the weapons in their hands were either chargers or machine guns, and they could not get the bayonet at all. I soon realized this and couldn't help but shouted that I was wrong. Now I was going to suffer a great loss to the Turkish brigades like beasts.

"Grenade!" So I had to re-order: "Drain all the bullets and throw all the grenades!"

As I said that, I snatched the submachine gun from a soldier next to me and shot a fan in the smoke, but it seemed that there was no one. At this time, I found that a few lights would occasionally flash in the smoke in front of me. I quickly realized that it was the moonlight reflected from the scimitar in the enemy's hand. I couldn't help but be happy. I picked up the submachine gun and swept it hard to see the light. Sure enough, every bullet would always make a scream when it was fired.

The soldiers, regardless of whether they saw people or not, only fired all kinds of weapons in their hands and threw grenades down one by one, especially some soldiers threw anti-tank grenades. A few thrown down can always cause a bloody storm. Some Turkish soldiers were even brought high by the shock wave of the grenade and passed over the soldiers' heads.

It should be said that these people are still lucky because they finally broke through our army's defense before they died.

The Turkish brigade was also strong, and the screams were just falling and the sound of killing sounded again. Moreover, the volunteers who had no targets always left some loopholes. From time to time, some Turkish soldiers suddenly appeared in front of the volunteers with rifles or wielding scimitars, forcing the soldiers to deal with it in a hurry. Then they would rush to more enemies, and several soldiers were even screaming and being chopped to the ground by the enemy's scimitars.

With a "kneel!", I held a scimitar that slashed at me. Before my opponent could cut out the second knife, I knocked him to the ground with a stock, and then fired a bullet at another enemy who rushed towards me. But I couldn't help but complain in my heart that although there were more than a hundred people on our position, most of them were wounded soldiers with incomplete limbs. They could still shoot, but they had almost no combat power when fighting in hand-to-hand combat. However, the enemy attacked us like a tide, and then waves were rising again and again. Once they were asked to tear a hole, we would not be spared...

"Down with American imperialism!"

At this critical moment, a shout suddenly sounded behind him, and a wounded soldier with only one hand ran out of the tunnel and rushed into the smoke without stopping. When he passed by me, I was shocked to find that he had two explosive packs tied to the leads...

With a loud "Boom!", a huge wave of air emerged towards the soldiers. The wave of air surged with blood and broken limbs and broken arms. There was even a scimitar flying over and nailed to the trench beside me and trembled, holding half of the arm tightly on it.

"Long live the New China!"

Another wounded soldier ran out, and he was also tied with two smoked explosive packs on his body, and rushed towards the unknown place in front of him without looking back...

I was shocked to see this scene because I knew that they had only one hand and could not tie the explosive packs to their bodies one by one. The wounded soldiers in the tunnel helped each other tie them, then ignited the lead and rushed out.

I have to admit that this is indeed a good way, the best way. The wounded soldiers cannot fight with the enemy, but they have eyes, and they can find the enemy. What they have to do may be simple. They just need to tie explosives on their bodies, then rush into the smoke to find the enemy, and finally run towards them... But it is absolutely not easy to do this, because at the moment of ignition of the lead, they are destined to be blown to pieces. Despite this, they still have to find the enemy at the last moment of their lives, and pounce towards the enemy's muzzle and towards the enemy's scimitar...

The tunnels were interconnected, and this approach seemed to be recognized by the wounded soldiers in other tunnels soon. So not long after, the wounded soldiers in other tunnels followed suit, carrying ignited explosive packs, shouting slogans, and some even rushed in with crutches.

It was only then that I realized how ridiculous it was to think that the combat effectiveness of the wounded soldiers was worse than that of us. As long as they were volunteer soldiers, as long as they were still breathing a sigh of relief, they could all exert combat effectiveness that ordinary people could not imagine and create great achievements that ordinary people could not imagine!

The soldiers' eyes were wet, and I didn't see them, but I knew that because of myself... no matter how I gritted my teeth and persevered, tears still burst out from my eyes disobediently.

I didn't say anything, I just shot the submachine gun in my hand, as if I wanted to turn the hatred and tears in my heart into bullets and shoot at the enemy.

The huge explosions continued to come from the smoke. Every explosion was ignited by the soldiers with their lives, and they were at the cost of the soldiers' lives.

The soldiers of the Turkish Brigade have always been known for their barbarism. It is said that they could even kill their opponents when fighting bayonets with the Tsarist Russian army. But now, they were shocked and frightened by the offensive of the Volunteers. Gradually, their hysterical shouts of killing became less and less and less confident, and finally they finally became completely quiet.
Chapter completed!