"Move, move move!"

"Move quickly, hurry up! I'm talking about you!"

At night, the artillery positions on the periphery of Xiajieyuli were still quietly busy. Cars were driving over with large amounts of ammunition. The Americans were constantly strengthening their defenses and consolidating the fortifications.

The battle last night made them feel that it was still not safe, so some of the relatively intact troops that had just retreated to the airport were pulled over as a defense.

Now we are urgently moving down the ammunition boxes one by one and distributing them immediately.

"Sir, will the Chinese really come?"

An American lieutenant jumped out of the car in a dusty state and took his marching bag in his backhand. After walking a few steps behind the defensive sand pile, he heard a soldier chasing after him and asking.

He turned his head in surprise: "Are you kidding me? There are Chinese people everywhere in North Korea now."

After he finished speaking, he took a look at his soldier. His body was intact and his spirit was quite high. He looked like he had never been in a battle.

"What's your name?" he asked with a frown.

"Jason."

"Very well, little Jack, stand up straighter for me."

"Sir, it's Jason..."

"stand at attention--"

Jason had no choice but to stand up straight.

"Boy, are you a deserter? You haven't been on the battlefield these two days?"

"Sir! No... I had diarrhea two days ago and was sent to the post-war hospital for recuperation for a few days..."

"So while we were blocking the advance of those damn Chinese, you were having fun in the hospital?"

"It's not about enjoyment, being sick is also very hard..."

"What are you doing so hard for? Look -"

Bob was a little angry when he heard what this smiling guy said. He grabbed Jason by the back of his neck and half dragged his thin body on the ground. He walked forward for a while and came to the back of a sand trench.

A group of soldiers who had also just withdrawn were sitting around here, and they all looked over curiously.

boom.

Jason was thrown onto the sandbag, and Bob pulled his head hard.

"Open your eyes! Have you seen these soldiers? They have just returned from other places. Their bodies are swollen and bleeding from the cold. Their gloves, cotton trousers, and uniforms were torn in the battle, and their downs are exposed. Look.

Look at yourself, Jack, do you still have the heart to laugh and laugh here?"

"I tell you, the Chinese will definitely come tonight. You guys have had fun for a few days, it's time to play some role. You are here today, do you understand?"

Young Jason was confused for a moment, and then he thought about it: "Sir, I am willing to accept it, but my name is not Jack..."

"Jason, isn't he Jack's son? Jack's son is little Jack."

"Something wrong?"

Jason: "No..."

"If not, just get up!

Lieutenant Bob released Jason.

He looked at the listless team behind him, and he felt a little weak. These were all soldiers who had been scattered and escaped in various places. There were infantry, artillery, and mechanical companies. Some were injured, and some were even beaten.

Scared.

According to the internal distribution of the US military, under normal circumstances, such a situation would not allow them to go to the battlefield immediately.

But now that the organization is in disarray, these wandering soldiers can only be formed into temporary teams and fully utilized.

After Jason sat down, he was not ashamed. He directly grabbed these veterans who seemed to have experienced a fierce battle and asked curiously:

"You have already fought with the Chinese. Will they really come tonight?"

"It will come."

"They are like demons in the night, always popping up where we least expect them."

"But our planes patrol the land all day long, how can they hide from our gaze in the sky?"

"I'm afraid only God knows this..."

"Have you ever met a Chinese person?"

Jason shook his head: "No."

"No wonder, but I don't either."

Jason saw the bandage on his face: "Then you..."

"Everyone heard that the Chinese were coming again, and they were all running away in a hurry... I jumped out of the car and accidentally fell, haha!"

This is a soldier from a British company.

He seemed optimistic and not at all embarrassed about it. The soldiers around him stayed away from him, but Jason found him quite interesting.

"I'm lucky that I didn't see any Chinese people."

The soldier smiled and shook his head.

People around heard their conversation and joined in:

"Hey, where did you all evacuate from?"

"Liutanli."

"Gutuli."

"I came from Zhenxingli.

Suddenly someone asked:

"Isn't there one in Xinxingli?"

The soldiers looked at each other and stretched their heads to look at each other, but for a long time no soldier from Xinxingli came forward. Everyone was discussing in low voices what was going on.

A soldier from the artillery company originally stationed here walked by nearby. Bob quickly grabbed him and asked: "Friend, do you know when the troops from Xinxingli will arrive?"

"Xinxingli...you mean the soldiers of the 31st Regiment?"

After hearing what he said, the passing soldier was a little surprised, and then remembered that these people had just arrived here not long ago and didn't know the situation yet.

He had no choice but to patiently explain: "Sir, please let me go first."

"Ok, okay. Bob just realized that he was rude." The artillery soldier straightened his clothes and then said: "Sir, I am sorry to tell you that we no longer have troops in Xinxingli. You are all."

"What? What do you mean?"

He had a very bad premonition in his heart.

"That's what you think - we don't have any more polar bear groups!"

Their conversation was quickly noticed by everyone.

Such news spread among the group of soldiers who were about to welcome the Chinese attack, causing another commotion and uneasiness.

For them, almost everywhere they walked these past two days there was the sound of gunfire and Chinese people.

After waiting day and night, all the American soldiers had doubts, apprehensions, and fear of the unknown in the dark. Wherever they went, there were rumors about the Chinese.

Unexpectedly, when I returned to the airport, I heard another bad news.

Yes.

Jason still asked unwillingly: "Are the Chinese so powerful?"

He was a little confused and a little scared.

Before today, he had imagined that he would make great achievements on the battlefield and go back to show his neighbors in his community how powerful he was now.

But no one answered or acknowledged it, but their silence was undoubtedly the best answer.

These scattered soldiers who retreated from Liutanli and Zhenxingli in Gutuli and rushed to Xiajieyuli are undoubtedly the best evidence.

And this is also extremely torturous and a test of endurance.

These Americans rushed all night, and under the desperate blocking of the volunteer troops, they were exhausted and had almost no rest. At this time, they had to continue to be careful to guard against another attack by the Chinese.

Some were dozing off, and one guy cursed in a low voice: "If only I had known what the Chinese were supposed to shoot yesterday, I could have taken a flight home early!"

Everyone heard his words and there were some strange movements. Second Lieutenant Bob immediately discovered this sign.

He said: "Don't hold on to this idea, soldier, you must know that these Chinese are not that simple. Their bullets will not just scratch your butt, they will hit your heart hard and make you

What a life!"

The slight sense of luck that the soldiers had just stirred up was immediately extinguished, and they all had a cold war - this was too bad.

"Cheer up and cheer up! Now that we are here, we must hold on. With our firepower on such a position, we will be safe and sound tonight, believe me!"

After listening to everyone's words, Jason was a little unfamiliar with their experiences, but they sounded so terrifying.
To be continued...