Lei Gong, Mei Sheng, and Yu Congrong also started playing.

Beep beep beep...

The platoon leaders and squad leaders scattered on various hills immediately heard the whistle order.

There was no repeat of the old history of the day before yesterday. Even though the firepower was at its lowest, everyone immediately changed their formations and continued guerrilla warfare with rifles, pistols and long-handled grenades.

Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "Save ammunition and switch to the cold gun squad for the main attack!"

Only by muddying the water can he better play his role as a sharpshooter.

So on the high position, the black soil trenches on the hills in all directions resounded with the continuous sound of sniper rifle shooting. This was the Garand that Xu Qing personally deployed and modified for them, and its precision and accuracy were improved.

"how come?"

Lieutenant Nicholas, who was commanding from the back row, was also stunned: Why did the Chinese suddenly have so many snipers? Can this type of unit be mass-produced?

After more than ten minutes of fighting, a large number of Korean soldiers were crawling on the ground, and some American troops fell down. He saw that he could not attack, and the ammunition consumption for today was almost exhausted. So he started shouting——

"Everybody, we back!"

"go go go, let's go!"

The American soldiers had been reluctant for a long time. They breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the order. It was obvious that the firepower of the volunteers had weakened, but they immediately retreated regardless.

The Seventh Company also breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone seemed to know that as soon as the fire there ceased, the Seventh Company soon ceased fire after another round of fighting. It was not that they did not want to fight, but that they did not have more ammunition to continue the fight.

.

Wu Laosan from the Cold Gun Squad took two shots at the retreating crowd below. But they were too far away and missed.

"Save bullets."

Xu Qing held down the barrel of his gun.

Wu Laosan said with some regret: "Hey! Just a little bit... they are really afraid of death!"

Xu Qing shook his head: "This team is not a regular army. They rely on firepower to constantly harass and harass us. They are fighting us for consumption."

Last night, he inquired about the enemy's side and found that the defense officers here were not that active. However, under the strict orders and supervision of their superiors, they were not allowed to retreat and could only desperately counterattack on the Dongshan Highlands again and again.

In the past few days, these US military reinforcements have been rushing upwards, and the teams have changed one batch after another. Some fell under the guns of the Seventh Company, and some were injured and dragged back. Now the number of US Marine Corps soldiers has also increased.

Attrition.

So Lieutenant Nicholas mobilized all the staff including clerks, car soldiers, drivers, cooks, communications soldiers, and even health workers, and assembled a new company of more than 300 people. Although these people were just logistics staff,

But he has also received military training. As long as he holds a gun, he becomes an American soldier.

Xu Qing believed that the Seventh Company could definitely defeat them, but their current firepower was insufficient.

He climbed up from the ground and saw everyone standing up in the distant mountains. Their faces were full of fatigue after the battle. They glanced around and saw that they were all healthy.

He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately called Song Weiguo:

"You lead a few cold guns and pay attention to whether there are any enemies pretending to be dead on the battlefield. Be careful."

Song Weiguo raised his gun and nodded: "Understood."

Xu Qing turned around and blew the whistle again in the distance:

"Class 1 and Class 2, go and count the number of people and clean the battlefield! Lao Guang, you and Class 8 will continue to be vigilant and beware of another American sheep attack!"

"Yes!" Liang Youdi and Guang Fusheng, who had just climbed up on the top of the mountain in the south and north, responded loudly after hearing this.

Xu Qing sat down on the spot leaning against the trench. He counted the bullets and found that more than half of the hundreds of bullets he had in his body had just been fired, and there were not many left.

He immediately turned back and added: "Search the bodies cleanly, and the bullets must not be missed!"

Liang Youdi replied from a distance: "I remember..."

"Captain Wanli!" Yu Congrong came over lamely.

"Speak humanly. I'm not the company commander, so don't scream."

Xu Qing was so tired that he had no time to talk to him.

"Yes, yes, yes... you said, these Americans can't fight back and refuse to retreat. When will this end?" Yu Congrong had a smile on his face, but more of a feeling that he couldn't fight out the anger.

Depressed.

Xu Qing did not answer, but looked at his legs: "What's wrong with your feet?"

Yu Congrong's big black face turned red: "It's okay! I just got anxious and was hit by the recoil of the machine gun and hit a rock."

No matter what the reason was, Xu Qing nodded: "You are injured, so just calm down! Don't think about the things that are and are not. Wait until you are healed and then fight well. As long as we hold on here and don't let the United States escape.

Man, that’s also a victory.”

At this point, he paused his hands and suddenly raised his head:

"Besides, you are a veteran and are almost a round older than me. Do you still need me to teach you?"

"Hey, don't you have the final say now?"

"Virtue."

"Okay, okay, my little Wanli, your command is really impressive. Can this thing be inherited..."

Xu Qing's face darkened:

"Get out!"

………

at the same time.

Lieutenant Nicholas retreated downwards with part of the first and third platoons. He left a group of Koreans stationed on their anti-slope position halfway up the mountain.

He knew that the Chinese would kill these Korean troops if they could, and they would not force them if they could not. They were simply the most useful advance dung beetle soldiers under his command.

And today's offensive mission was completed as scheduled. If they continue to fight this war of attrition, sooner or later they will win, and sooner or later more support will come from the rear, and they can safely evacuate this ghost place.

Nicholas suddenly felt happy.

But as soon as he returned to the station outside the airport, his heart skipped a beat.

Because at the entrance of the camp, his direct superior, Captain George King of the First Engineer Company, was standing at the door. Next to him were several senior officers, among whom a slender white officer with an elegant face stood in the middle.

He stopped and took a closer look, and his expression changed even more - because that was actually Commander Oliver Smith, the top officer of their 1st Marine Division!

"Staion (stand at attention)!"

Nicholas quickly stood up straight and raised his hands in an American military salute: "Sir, Nicholas Royer, the frontline executive officer of Company A of the 1st Engineer Battalion, is reporting to you!"

Mr. Smith nodded and didn't care. But his eyes were obviously very friendly, white with blue eyes staring straight at him:

"Mr. Nicholas, you fought well."

Lieutenant Nicholas's own family knows his own affairs. How is this a compliment?

He looked troubled: "Sir, those Chinese guns are very powerful, it is difficult for us to attack them..."

Before he finished speaking, Division Commander Smith did not speak, but Captain George King next to him was already sweating profusely.

Another higher-ranking officer, Lieutenant Colonel Miles, looked furious:

"Mr. Nicholas, is your failure an excuse for this? The Chinese have been guarding it for so many days. Their transportation lines have been completely cut off by us. They have no food at all! No bullets! Tell me, Mr. Royer,

How could you not fight?"

"But our people still suffered heavy casualties..."

"I don't care about the number of casualties. If we talk about casualties, those Koreans are more, so why don't you tell us? What I want is for you to fight!"

Lieutenant Colonel Miles was very angry because he had issued a military order in front of Lieutenant Colonel Rich, and at this time he brought Division Commander Smith over to check the battle situation in person.

During the previous attack on the position, the division commander stood at the door of the camp command post and used his telescope to witness with his own eyes the scene of the initial attack on the mountain.

Miles was very worried. He knew very well what kind of person Mr. Smith was. The more angry he was, the less joy and anger would show up on the surface.

It is precisely because of this that he vents his anger on the grassroots commanding officers on the front line.

Nicholas was a little dissatisfied: "Sir, I understand. But the Marines in other areas did not seize those highlands and break out. At least we have formed a balance with the Chinese defenders here..."

"Sir, are you kidding me?"

Captain George King took a peek and explained helplessly: "General, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I think... this cannot be entirely blamed on our soldiers. They are good enough. Due to the terrain and the tenacious resistance of the Chinese army, we did not

We can’t successfully attack it quickly.”

"You have not succeeded, you have completely failed!"

"alright."

Smith finally spoke.

He looked at the highland that had lost several hills due to military planes and artillery bombardment. It had become much flatter than its original higher altitude. But it was still so deep and elusive.

"Richie gave me a guarantee that we will capture this high ground as soon as possible. I gave you confidence and sufficient support from aircraft and infantry artillery. No matter what happened before, before the 6th, you will give me

A successful and beautiful achievement. How about it?"

He turned around and returned to the camp, pointing to the marks on the map and the marching route:
To be continued...