around.

Artillery shells and bombs fell on the high ground from time to time. The sound of explosions covered the sky and shrapnel flew. Xu Qing and the others were already used to it, but this "Seventh Company" was still a little surprised by the madness of the American artillery fire.

The trenches are still strong, but dust is shaken off from time to time. The soldiers hold their guns and lower their heads, and they all sit in the crowded trenches. The ditches and ravines are full of figures covered with dust, and there are many people on their heads.

They were all wearing white bandages, but they were no longer white - they were all black.

As he breathed, his nostrils were filled with dirty mud and gravel.

Xu Qing looked at the scene in front of him, but he was not too embarrassed. He quickly calmed down:

"Okay... Then you must be careful. Our Seventh Company has been guarding here for more than five days. The Americans have never given up on this high ground. If they want to escape south from the airport, this is the most powerful ambush and siege location."

"Every time they go up a mountain to capture, they will first carry out saturation artillery strikes and air strikes, and then choose one or more sides from the three mountain ridges to conduct a strong attack..."

Xu Qing sat down again and began to discuss with him in a low voice the battle experience of the past five days.

The Seventh Company did not leave immediately.

Firstly, there were too many wounded soldiers, and the US military planes were rampant, so they needed to use darkness and no artillery fire to transport them safely down the mountain; secondly, their new combat mission had not been completed, and it was just in time to hand over all the experience here and the enemy's combat patterns and trends one by one.

, whatever can help is a little bit.

During Xu Qing's eloquent narration, the sound of bombings continued intermittently for half an hour, and finally fell silent.

Just as everyone relaxed slightly, after a while, the sound of cannons rang out again.

But this was not over. The Americans seemed to be furious after being repulsed. Throughout the next night, they fired several rounds of artillery shells one after another, and the built positions were quickly wiped out again.

The Americans did not attack, but only harassed them. However, Xu Qing and Fang Guangchao did not relax their vigilance and kept observing and tracking them from time to time.

The two "Seventh Company" spent the night under artillery fire and vigilance.

…

Woo!

The next day, enemy planes flew over very early in the morning.

After setting off firecrackers all night, the Americans immediately used new tricks.

This guy is a propaganda machine. He does not carry weapons. Instead, he slowly hovers over the mountain and keeps dropping leaflets near Dongshan along the way. There is also a radio broadcasting at the entrance of the plane in Chinese, which is not very standard:

"Chinese people, howl! Our superiors are rude. As long as we are driven to the underworld, many of us live in poor countries. I believe that we have all heard of the United States. There is so much sweetness here that we can't finish it."

Food, as long as you choose us, food, wealth, women, everything is available, you want to go to Wanwan, you want to go to Honggang, you can! Starting from today, we will accept you three kilometers outside the airport at midnight every day

To surrender, Ni can come alone or all of them..."

"Chinese people, howling mud people..."

The loudspeaker buzzed overhead, and the sound was like a hair blast, which made many people look irritated.

As soon as Yu Congrong woke up, he reached out to pick out his ears and buttoned them: "What kind of nonsense did the Americans put in this?"

"Shh..."

Xu Qing listened gently. The noise of the plane was very loud, and the radio was also very noisy. He lay down at the entrance of the cave and could roughly hear it clearly.

He listened to it twice and then grabbed a flyer floating in the air with a serious expression: it had pictures of roast chicken, cakes, an American woman with flaming red lips, and a large number of Chinese money pictures and simple propaganda.

Mei Sheng frowned tightly when he saw this: "They are trying to attack people's hearts."

Yu Congrong: "Can this thing still be attacked?"

Xu Qing sighed slightly: "We can't attack."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence. If he really wanted to shoot... he didn't need to attack at all.

In history, there were some armies that were simply integrated into mixed formations after liberation, and did some bad things during and after the Korean War... However, such people are in the minority after all.

The 26th Army is an iron-clad Red Army team, soldiers who truly shed blood and fight on the battlefield. They will never give up their identity, mission, country and honor just for these petty gains.

"——F*cking Americans, they are farting!"

Over there, the instructor Fang also changed his amiable attitude from yesterday and shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Whoever dares to throw himself over, I will be the first one not to spare you and I will kill him with one shot!"

He even tried to use his machine gun several times to crash the plane, but the soldiers held him back - fighting at this time would not be worth the gain.

The plane continued to fly in the sky, and the soldiers lay in trenches and caves with their ears plugged, gathering together to eat and replenish their energy, ready for another day of battle.

Whoever believes in the American thing above his head is a fool!

In this cold weather, the food for everyone is still frozen potatoes, with a small amount of American canned food to share. The people of the 26th Army do not have many logistical resources with them. They still have the same food as Xu Qing and others a few months ago.

Even with the list of supplies, I still couldn’t afford a hot and filling meal.

After a simple meal, they sat around in the trench and started shouting.

Last night, many soldiers in Fang Guangchao's team had their hands and feet frozen in the severe cold weather and could not get up before they had time to open fire with the enemy.

The morale of many people seems a bit low.

Fang Guangchao was roaring:

"What are you doing? What we are facing is the U.S. Marine Corps, which Americans call the 'Founding Fathers Division'! Not only does it have a long history, but it also has rich combat experience. It has never been defeated before..."

"But our brother army, the seventh intersecting company of the 27th Army, they beat these guys to death. The Americans beat them countless times, but they never won this one! Now it's our turn for the seventh company to win.

Here, is this what you’re going to tell me?”

"Our Seventh Company came out of Shandong. It is an assault company and a fierce tiger company! We brought equipment supported by the Soviet Union and the trust of our leaders. Let me tell you - no matter what this time, the United States must be

Do you have the confidence to defeat the Japanese?"

"have!"

"Are there any cowards in the 7th Assault Company!?"

"No!"

"What should I do if I lose my position!?"

"See you on the head!"

"burn--"

Then, Xu Qing saw this "Seventh Company" silently burning all family letters, documents, maps, diaries, everything with text, just like they did a few days ago - burning the cauldron and preparing to fight to the death.

All preparations.

Even if they all fall here, they won't leave any trace of useful information to the enemy.

Listening to the constant lectures in his ears, Xu Qing sighed slightly and stood up to check the wound condition of the wounded.

He and his comrades, the health workers, took water and asked everyone to take medicine regularly. Then he looked at Qianli's condition and found that the high fever had gone away as expected, but he was still very weak and had not woken up.

During the following day, the U.S. military did not give up the attack. They continued to bombard and organized large numbers of soldiers to continuously test and attack. After yesterday, they were no longer sure of the combat readiness of the volunteers on the mountain.

Towards evening, the Americans organized another attack on the mountain, and the sky was red with gunfire. However, the personnel dynamics were not very active, and they were quickly repelled by two "Seventh Company".

Because they were worried that the Americans would attack from left to right after the bombardment, they kept sending scouts to observe carefully, and this inevitably caused casualties...

After the war, on their way back up the mountain, four soldiers from the 7th Company of the 226th Regiment were accidentally hit by artillery shells and buried under the collapsed trench, with thick soil covering their bodies.

Xu Qing called to Yu Congrong, Liu Zhiyi, Ping He, and seven or eight people rushed over to help. A group of people knelt on the ground and dug with shovels and hands, looking for them under the bottomless soil.

"Quickly, save him, save him, save him quickly...Second Squad Leader!"

"Are you still angry?! Squeak, squeak! Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep!"

"Hold on, hold on..."

After a few minutes, the mound was dug away, revealing several human faces with their eyes closed peacefully.

Xu Qing stopped: "Let it go."

"……died."

This is the first day this team joins the battle.

evening.

The Seventh Company had already begun to pack their luggage. Thanks to several waves of attacks by the US military, the equipment, guns and ammunition that had been forcibly snatched had been replenished to a certain extent. Although it was not yet abundant, it was enough to fight several more battles.

Fang Guangchao noticed the movement and came over:

"Are you leaving?"

"That's right."

Xu Qing nodded, "We can't delay any longer. We'll set off at midnight."

Their phone lines had been cut off long ago and they switched to radio, but the temperature dropped rapidly and the radio was seriously interfered with. The signal had been intermittent for the past two days. They had lost contact with their superiors and could not call out combat orders.

It would be in vain to wait any longer. They still had a large number of injured people who needed to be sent to frontline hospitals for treatment. They had to go down the mountain.

That night.

Xu Qing strapped on his backpack, and the soldiers carried their firearms and equipment. They used crude homemade wooden stretchers to carry the seriously wounded, carrying them manually, and prepared to set off one by one.

Fang Guangchao looked around: "Comrade Wan Li, we are all from the Seventh Company. I hope we can meet again in the future."

"treasure!"
To be continued...