Chapter 49 Application

"Fight!" With my order, more than a dozen mortars organized by Li Guoqiang opened fire. With a roar, a barrage broke out on the top position of the US military on the 237 Highlands. Dozens of lying American soldiers were thrown into the air and then dropped heavily to the base and turned into a pile of bright red mud.

Immediately afterwards, another fire of artillery fired the mortars at the fastest speed. The soldiers of the 538th Regiment were all selected from well-trained veterans, and the mortars were no exception. After bombing the mountaintop position on the 237th Highland, they consciously extended the artillery fire to the hiding place of the US military on the front slope. In an instant, bursts of explosions came from the opposite side again.

Although my sight was blocked by the top of the 237 Highland and I could not see the effect of bombing, I could still know from the sounds of pig-killing howls, the US military suffered heavy casualties.

The volunteers on the 237th Highland also seized this opportunity, shouted and rushed to the top of the mountain, setting up various weapons to attack the US military, which made the US military cry and howl and become a defeat.

But at this moment, the strange roar of shells suddenly came from the sky...

My face changed, and I quickly waved my hand and shouted to the mortars at the foot of the mountain: "Retreat! Retreat! Don't worry about the mortars!"

But it was too late, and the mortars could be said to be treasures for the backward volunteers. So despite my orders, and even though the veterans knew that the landing points of the shells were near them when they heard the whistling of shells in the sky, they were still unwilling to leave the mortars and escape alone. More than thirty soldiers stayed on the positions without exception to dismantling the mortars, but before they could finish dismantling them, the shells fell around them like raindrops, and the dozens of mortars disappeared in the smoke and dust in that moment.

"Hurry! The leader of the protection team went back to the tunnel!" Li Guoqiang shouted, and dragged me into the tunnel with Zhang Mingxue and others.

The sound of artillery outside passed by. Listening to the roar and explosion, I realized that the target of the enemy artillery bombing was not only the 317th Highland, but also the open area between the 317th Highland and the 237th Highland, and even the artillery positions in the depths of our army...

It is obvious that they want to use artillery to block all our army's support to the 237th Highlands.

It seems that the US military has made careful preparations for this attack. Judging from the fact that they accurately knocked down our mortar positions in the first round of artillery fire, the US military arranged artillery observers on the front line before the attack. They calculated our mortar positions from the ballistic trajectory of our army's launch of artillery shells, and knocked down more than a dozen of our mortars in an instant.

The 1st Cavalry Division of the US has spared no expense this time! I couldn't help but snort coldly. The US military, which has always valued life, will use the lives of soldiers as bait to lure our artillery.

But this is indeed a good way. Use artillery to suppress all the support behind us and concentrate all our forces on the 237th Highlands. Now a company on our 237th Highlands is probably going to be in a tough battle.

What the Americans lack the least is ammunition, just like their bombing of our 317 Heights. It is common for an hour-long bombing. Until now, the highlands have been cut down by more than a meter.

In this case, the US military can use artillery shells to press us into the tunnel and not move, and on the other hand, it will step up its attack on the frontier Highland 237.

"Li Guoqiang!" Thinking of this, I immediately ordered Li Guoqiang: "Take your people with you and follow me to the 237 Highlands for reinforcement!"

"Yes!" Li Guoqiang responded, but soon hesitated: "Captain, I'll just go up, you don't have to go!"

"Speak less nonsense! Get me up and move!" I responded impatiently.

"Yes!" Li Guoqiang did not dare to object, and he stood up and quickly made arrangements.

After a while, more than a hundred volunteer soldiers led by Li Guoqiang and I to the tunnel near the foot of the mountain.

After the Eastern Front Blocking War, the number of casualties in each battalion was different, especially the two battalions of Hu Biao and Li Guoqiang were particularly severe, so before entering the battle, I reassigned the number of people in each battalion, each battalion was more than 200. Except for a company where Ma Xiaohu was stationed in the 237th Highland, these more than 100 volunteer soldiers were all under Li Guoqiang.

"Be ready for battle!" Because the cannons outside were very loud, I had to shout at the soldiers behind me at the maximum volume.

"Yes!" Although many soldiers still couldn't hear it, they could guess what I mean from my mouth and movements.

Turning around and looking at the shells that were still exploding outside the tunnel, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, then gritted my teeth and rushed out with my rifle.

Dust was flying, and gunpowder was filled with smoke. The sound of rumbling cannons and shrapnel flying everywhere in my ears. The soil and stones fell on my head like raindrops, and they were on my body... Fortunately, these were not shrapnel. I dared not stay at all, nor did I dare to look back at the soldiers behind me. I only knew to lower my body and run forward as fast as possible. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief until I ran into the traffic trench at the foot of the mountain.

Traffic trenches, as the name suggests, are trenches for traffic. They are no different from ordinary trenches, they are just used for traffic connections. Traffic trenches are particularly important under the enemy's powerful artillery fire. Just like now, if there is no traffic trenches connecting the 237 Heights and 317 Heights, it is basically impossible for us to send reinforcements to the 237 Heights under the enemy's powerful artillery fire blockade.

After entering the traffic trench, there were much less shrapnel around it, so I had time to look back. Yes, the soldiers were all experienced veterans, and they all lowered their bodies and ran in at the fastest speed. I only had time to glance back and then turned back and ran forward along the traffic trench.

The shrapnel of the shells spread from bottom to top in a fan, so it is much safer to move forward in the traffic trench. As long as the shells do not explode directly in the trench, there will be no danger. Of course, this situation is not impossible. You can know this when you look at the blown-down places in front.

But the collapsed place did not block our footsteps, and the soldiers rushed forward one after another with firm steps, although there were constantly falling down in the enemy's artillery fire...

I don’t know how long I ran, but finally broke through the enemy’s barrage and came to the 237th Highland. At this time, there were obviously fewer shells. After all, the US military was also attacking this mountain, and it was not within the range of the enemy’s artillery fire.

As soon as I arrived at the 237th Highland, I found that the situation here was much more serious than I thought.

The ground was covered with bloody corpses and messy guns, some volunteers and some Americans, all of whom were fighting in a ball of death, which was extremely tragic. Some had half of their heads knocked off, but their hands were still pinching the enemy's neck; some were holding the enemy and rolling into the flames of the incendiary bombs, burning black and still emitting blue smoke. Only the kettle on our waists could tell that he was his comrade...

The US military must have made up their minds to capture the 237th Highlands during the period of time when we blocked our army's support, so we became ruthless and fought on our highlands. Our group had no time to take a closer look, and without saying a word, they installed bayonets and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

Before we could reach the top of the mountain, we heard a series of shouts and screams from above. The soldiers shouted "kill" and rushed forward with bayonets, but even though we were mentally prepared, the scene on the top of the mountain still made us stunned...

On the top of the mountain, more than a dozen blood-covered volunteer soldiers were fighting with the US military dozens of times more than they had with bayonets without fear. Some people couldn't even stand firmly, and they were kneeling on the ground with one leg and raised their bayonets to fight with the US military in front of them! Some were rolling around in a group of US military, some were stabbed into the enemy's chest, and some were surrounded by four or five Japanese men and those were stabbed with blood holes all over...

"Bang bang..." Several bullets flew out of the m1 rifle in my hand. The five American soldiers fell down, revealing a corpse with almost no complete skin on them. He was like he was fished out of blood. Only then did I notice that there was an American under him, and the warrior's teeth were biting hard on the American's throat.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel ache, and I had the urge to rush forward to help him cover the blood that was still coming out of the knife. But I finally held it back. Because I knew that now is not the time to save people, but the time to kill people!

"Kill!" The soldiers roared and rushed towards the US soldiers in front of them. The bayonets brought blood arrows, and the gunshots took away the lives of the enemies, killing the US soldiers one by one and one by one and rolled to the foot of the mountain.

But this US military showed an amazing fighting will. They were only shocked when our army suddenly appeared and were a little confused. But after a while, they found that there were only more than one hundred of us, so they rushed towards us with bayonets again.

"Kill!" The soldiers shouted and rushed towards the densely packed US troops.

The two sides were too close, and they didn't even have time to pitch grenades at the other side. The soldiers also knew very well that the firearms in the US military were fast, and even the m1 rifles were fired continuously. Moreover, the US military did not have the advantage of many people, so there was no way to win with them at such a close distance. The only feasible thing was to rush up and snatch them together with the enemy...

"Bang bang bang..." I pulled out the m1911 on my waist, and shot all the bullets on the enemy in one breath, and then bayonets were used for my rifle, but at this time the soldiers had already started hand-to-hand combat with the enemy before me.

In hand-to-hand combat, the m1 rifle in the hands of the US military absolutely has a lot of advantages, because the m1 rifle can be fired continuously. At the moment of contact between the two sides, they have time to finish the bullets in the chamber. However, this does not affect the speed and determination of the soldiers to rush towards the US military...

A soldier roared and rushed towards the enemy in front. Before that, he was already hit by several shots and covered in blood, but he still tried his last breath to stab the bayonet into the enemy's chest.

"Baoba..." Li Guoqiang did not rush down, but only threw the two box cannons in his hand and made a sound. When the soldiers of the two armies were already in contact, it was difficult to hit the enemy without accidentally hurting his own people, but he could bypass his comrade and knock down the enemy on the opposite side, and it was very fast. After a round of bullets, he immediately hid in the trenches and replaced it with a round and shot it again. He even aimed at it. It seemed that the gun was all based on the feel of the hand. With a single shot, a US military that was still jumping around was finished. Looking at his ability, I couldn't even admire him.

But there were too many enemies. The front feet were fought by the volunteer soldiers, and the back feet followed closely. There were densely packed climbing up like ants, with at least thousands of people. And they didn't look like they were looking at. If they fought like this, the soldiers would be exhausted to death even if they didn't die in battle...

Mom! Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse. The first American cavalry division really looked like it was a turnaround.

"Zhang Mingxue, Xu Yongwei!" Seeing this, I shouted to the two people who had been lying beside me: "Grenade!"

"What? Grenades?" Zhang Mingxue and Xu Yongwei were stunned for a moment when they heard this, but they still handed me a few grenades with the safety cover unplugged.

I know why they were surprised. When the two armies were fighting together, grenades seemed to have no effect on the battlefield. But my goal was not to strangle the enemy with the soldiers in front of me, but to follow-up troops that kept rushing up...

I also came to tell them more, and pulled the strings of a few grenades and threw them farther down to the incline... With a few sounds of "boom!", the US troops behind them flew up.

Zhang Mingxue and Xu Yongwei quickly understood my intention. Without saying a word, they also grabbed the grenade and threw it at the back of the US military. There were several roars one after another, which only caused a large area of ​​the US military to fall.

Zhang Mingxue felt that the bomb was not enough, so he brought a whole box from somewhere. The three of them hid in the trenches and kept throwing the grenades down like crazy. There were only a burst of roars, and no one dared to rush up again. The US military's follow-up troops were torn off by the barrage of our grenades.

Without the joining of the new US military, the volunteer soldiers quickly gained the upper hand in hand combat. The 538th Regiment warriors' stinging skills were not opponents even the pseudo-capital division, let alone the US troops in front of them who were better at long-range weapons combat. But in a while, the soldiers solved their opponents one after another and retreated to the position, and by this time, they had already become blood people.

"Retreat the tunnel!" As soon as the US military retreated, the soldiers dragged their exhausted bodies back to the tunnel.

"Battleman Commander Li!" When I returned to the tunnel, I wanted Li Guoqiang to count the number of people, but after waiting for a long time, no one responded. I couldn't help but poke my head out of the tunnel in confusion, but found that he was still flipping on the position alone.

"Li Guoqiang!" I was shocked when I saw this, and shouted to him with a loud voice: "You don't want to die! Come into the tunnel immediately!"

But Li Guoqiang just glanced at me and was still rumbling around in the pile of dead people.

"Woo..." At this time, a roar came from the sky, and then another shell fell down, causing smoke from outside. After a while, Li Guoqiang's figure was lost.

"Fuck!" I smashed the ground hard and crawled back into the tunnel helplessly. I really couldn't figure out what could make Li Guoqiang look for without his life, and even didn't listen to my orders...

But I quickly understood, because at this time Li Guoqiang had already returned with a blood man on his back. I was about to step forward and beat him hard, but I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard Li Guoqiang's screams.

"Little Tiger! Little Tiger!"

The person on his back is Ma Xiaohu, who has lived and died with Li Guoqiang for more than ten years...

Ma Xiaohu slowly opened his eyes, looked at Li Guoqiang, and then looked at me. A difficult smile appeared on his blood-stained face. It seemed that he was reporting to me. Even when he fought to the last moment, he did not leave the position. Then his right hand slowly reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of blood-stained paper and handed it to me...

I hurriedly met, but before I could hurry to take it, the hand was already hanging down weakly.

"Little Tiger! Little Tiger..." Li Guoqiang hugged him tightly in his arms and cried bitterly, and the soldiers were all moved. I silently pulled out the paper from Ma Xiaohu's hand and opened it. A few words faintly appeared in the red blood stains - application form for joining the party

I volunteer to join the Communist Party of China, safeguard the party’s program, abide by the party’s constitution, fulfill the obligations of party members, implement the party’s decisions, and strictly abide by the party’s discipline...

It was not until the tears dripped on the application form dyed red with blood that I realized that it was my tears!

The sound of cannons stopped! Suddenly, there were cheers outside the tunnel:

"Victory! Victory..."

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

"The US military has agreed to a ceasefire!"
Chapter completed!