Xu Qing didn't know about these conversations.

If he knew, he would also think there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Because no matter which direction the Americans attack or retreat from, there are volunteers waiting for them in every direction - if they don't surrender, the Chinese will not let them go.

But right now, he has no time to think about it. He is falling into a state of anxiety because the seventh company's firepower is running low...

"There are eighty-three big guns, more than forty Shui Lianzhu, twenty-seven submachine guns, thirty-two light machine guns, and two heavy machine guns. The equipment is complete and there is not much damage, but the supply of bullets is insufficient.

Go up. As for the artillery fire..."

In the trenches.

The Seventh Company sat together for a routine meeting. After Mei Sheng read out the damage statistics, everyone was silent for a while. Everyone's eyes turned to Lei Gong again.

Mr. Lei carefully oiled and maintained the ordnance. The "black oil" dripped from the melted cannonballs. Everyone was reluctant to light a lamp, let alone use it for other purposes, so they used it to care for the most precious weapons in their hands.

"There aren't many..." Lei Gong didn't need to look, he just shook his head and started talking: "More than thirty artillery pieces were destroyed the day before yesterday. There are barely twelve mortars and howitzers left in total. There is one anti-aircraft infantry gun, but it has no ammunition.

The mountain artillery and field artillery that have been in trouble are all lying in this pit - they have been frozen for a long time and cannot be used!"

He pointed at the super bazooka on the ground and expressed regret:

"The only ones here are these 'big sticks' that won't blow up or shrink the bore. They're useful every time. But there are just too few of them. Hit each one and break one, and repair the other one. Wanli, look at when we will

Grab some more and bring them back..."

Xu Qing nodded.

Everyone was looking at him, and he was also making calculations in his mind.

They are faced with running out of food and ammunition every day, wandering on the edge of running out of ammunition and food, which is extremely dangerous.

We have just distributed dozens of rounds to everyone, and after this round of fighting, most of them have been consumed, and the rest have already bottomed out. For the time being, we can only rely on cleaning up the battlefield to see how many more rounds there are.

He was also anxious in his heart, but he couldn't show it at all. Only at this moment did he truly understand the weight of Wu Qianli's daily burden.

soon.

Liang Youdi led a dozen soldiers into the trench. They carried a pile of enemy soldiers' clothing and a lot of sundries in their hands. The soldiers placed the things on the ground, which immediately stirred up clouds of dust.

Yu Congrong coughed repeatedly and moved his position: "Bah, bah, bah, be gentle, Lao Liang!"

Liang Youdi fell on his butt to the ground and laughed: "I'm almost exhausted. Do you think this is bringing water to you?"

Xu Qing ignored their bickering, opened his clothes, took a cursory look, and was slightly surprised: "Is everything found here?"

"right."

Mei Sheng stood up: "There are so many this time?!"

"Those Koreans and Americans are so rich." Liang Youdi looked tired but also very excited: "The brothers have all been cleaned, not a single thing was left behind, and the bodies are very clean."

Yu Congrong suddenly asked: "Are Americans white?"

Liang Youdi raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me, those American old men who were beaten to death were all extremely fair! Lying on their backs, all that was left was their big buttocks, which were so white that they almost blinded me...

…”

The soldiers chuckled, and their dark faces, black and white, stained with blood and bandaged, were rarely amused by him.

Yu Congrong muttered: "If I had known I would have gone too..."

Lei Gong: "You have lost most of your arm, why are you joining in the fun?"

"cough."

Xu Qing said slightly: "Stop chatting and talk about business first."

Liang You slapped his head: "The trouble is all caused by this guy Yu Congrong."

"Wan Li, instructor, you see, we found several large packages of bullets, totaling six to seven hundred rounds, all made in the United States. These guys carry magazines with them. Eight big bullets can be loaded directly into the gun!"

"And these, I brought back a lot of submachine guns, Bisden 99s are much more useful. Also, this...this...there are a lot of good things in these guys, here, I also found a few bottles of foreign wine!

"

"The wine is good." Lei Gong stuck his head out, "We have organizational discipline and cannot drink it on the battlefield, but it is good for cleaning wounds and knives."

"Give."

Xu Qing squatted on the ground, picked out the bottles of crystal-clear whiskey and liquor, and threw them over to him. He looked at the abundant supplies, and his face showed a hint of joy.

Many people in the Seventh Company were more or less injured. Some were scratched by bullets, and some were hit by the aftermath of artillery shells. The wounded were accumulating more and more one by one, and the supplies were being consumed bit by bit. They went down.

He didn't go, and no support came, so the situation became more and more difficult.

There are more supplies seized today than before, which gives everyone a little more hope of persevering.

"Each squad, each platoon, come and get two people!"

Mei Sheng greeted everyone and quickly distributed these supplies to everyone. Some of them even received candies and chocolates. They were all beaming with joy and felt a long-lost excitement.

"Are the Americans driving these Syngman Rhee soldiers up here to send us equipment?"

"What a beautiful idea? They are not that nice. They don't treat Koreans as human beings. When have you ever seen Americans at the head of the queue?"

"Damn it, these white-skinned foreign devils are really afraid of death."

"That's not true! Their own lives are more valuable than these artillery fires, tsk tsk..."

Xu Qing replenished eighty rounds of ammunition himself, and distributed the rest to all the soldiers on the spot. He shot the most accurately, and in order to use it more efficiently, he had to get the most.

Sitting down in the trench again, Xu Qing let out a breath.

As he watched everyone distribute supplies, he suddenly thought of a question: apart from those Korean soldiers, had the US military left so much equipment and corpses on the ground before?

The strings in his heart tightened, and the weird feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. At a certain moment, he stood up directly:

"wrong!"

Xu Qing's sudden movement to stand up, and the clattering sound of firearms and equipment bullets startled everyone.

Yu Congrong asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"

"No... something is very wrong."

Xu Qing had a vague premonition in his heart.

According to past experience, if the Americans do not drag the bodies back, it often means two things: one is that the enemy's firepower is too strong and they cannot drag back the bodies of their companions; the other is that they are about to carry out a larger-scale, larger-scale attack.

range attack.

Although the Seventh Company has repelled several attacks by the US military in the past few days, it is still only one company, not to mention that after fighting for so many days, its firepower has long been weakened. Throw away all the impossibilities, and what remains in the end is the truth: the US military may

Another move!

"Everyone is here, the situation may change - go immediately to see the enemy's movements at the bottom of the mountain!"

He grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall with one hand, put on his cloak, and immediately ran out. Although everyone didn't know why, they immediately picked up the rifle and followed him. As soon as he reached the exit of the trench...

stop!

--boom!

!

A loud noise suddenly fell from the sky.

Peng!

Before Xu Qing could even raise his head, he was knocked back by the shock wave of black soil that exploded in front of him. He was knocked back into the pit, and his whole body was stuck to the wall of the pit, unable to move.

He looked up and vaguely saw three flashing red flares rising and falling outside the trench. They were shot into the air from the bottom of the mountain and were flickering in the sky with unsteady breaths.

At the same time, on the airport plain below the mountain that he couldn't see in the distance, dozens of cannons fired in unison, erupting with roaring roars. Balls of fireballs passed through the North Korean sky and grew bigger and bigger in his eyes -

—It’s coming soon!

!

Xu Qing shouted: "Bombardment! Bombardment! Go back and sit down -"

Rest, rest, rest!

"Everyone, be careful..."

Everyone immediately fell down.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

The ground was shaking and the mountains were trembling! Everyone in the Seventh Company, including Xu Qing, covered their ears because they were surrounded by huge bombing sounds, and their eardrums could hardly bear it.

This trench was originally built by the Americans. After they discovered it, they simply reinforced it with wooden planks, trees and even broken gun barrels. But now the soil is constantly shaking off above their heads, and there are even cracks on the surrounding pit walls.

Yu Congrong raised his head in shock: "Isn't this place going to collapse..."

Xu Qing turned around and yelled: "Don't move around, get down!"

Everyone immediately sat down and huddled in the dark corner of the trench without saying a word, where the strongest fulcrum was. Lei Gong hugged the unconscious Wu Qianli tightly and huddled in the corner.

He picked up the copper loudspeaker and put it to his ear, and continued to carve on the wooden board, chanting silently in his mouth. After three rounds of chanting, Lei Gong suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Qing, with a solemn look on his face that was rarely seen in ordinary times.

:
To be continued...