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Chapter 140 The Warrior's Bloodbath
"It's fucking cold..."

North Korea in December was even colder. During the daytime, there was ice and fog everywhere. There was no shelter on the high ground, and the cold wind blew on the soldiers like knives. Their limbs felt pain like knives.

As soon as they arrived at the exit of the trenches, the air on the highlands just after the bombing was still filled with thick gunpowder smoke. The cold wind blowing the dust after the explosion poured down on them, and many soldiers coughed repeatedly from the cannon fodder.

Crouching behind the bunker, Xu Qing looked at everyone and said, "Old Guang, take the eighth squad to the right side of the mountain, and Lao Liang to the northwest slope—where is Lao Liu, where is Lao Liu?"

Liu Zhiyi raised his gun from behind: "This."

"Okay, Platoon Leader Liu, you lead someone to help Lei Gong keep an eye on the artillery position, and pay attention to the movements around. This is the most powerful firepower we have, so don't let the enemy take it away."

"Yes."

With an order, the soldiers had guns and guns, and guns and cannons. They all came out of the trench with their waists bowed, and ran towards the surrounding hills on the scorched land.

Xu Qing looked back at Yu Congrong: "Tell the investigation team to go ahead and have a look. If you are injured, don't go."

Yu Congrong still had a bandage on one hand, but the other had already picked up the gun.

"That can't be done, my brother has to be brought by myself!" He shook his head resolutely.

"No, don't be arrogant." Seeing his insistence, Xu Qing stopped talking.

"Got it! My company commander Wanli..."

Now that Wu Qianli is gone, soldiers in this era are not so extravagant, and they will follow whoever can lead them to victory.Xu Qing's achievements and command ability these days are obvious to all, so everyone unanimously recognized him as acting company commander.

After upgrading her skills, Xu Qing absorbed a lot of various battlefield memory infusions, and also had some experience in commanding troops.He is not afraid of everyone's trust.

After exiting the tunnel, he led the cold gun squad to the front of the high ground, his eyes sweeping, looking for a powerful combat position at the first time.

But looking around, the simple bunkers and tunnels that were rushed to repair overnight yesterday were gone, and there was a bare scene everywhere, surrounded by wildfires.

Especially the napalm bombs, the Americans added new ones, and burned them wherever they hit, even the earth, rocks, snow and other things that hadn't ignited at all, and those fortifications were scattered all over the mountain. Burned neither.When the wind blows, the hula-la sparks are still blowing everywhere.

These bombs blast not only the mountains, but also their hearts.

"...It's okay." Lei Gong saw his appearance and walked over, "It's a big deal and just fix it, this is not the first time."

Xu Qing nodded, turned around and shouted: "Split half of each squad to dig trenches immediately!"

The soil on the top of the highland has just been blasted over and over again, and now it is still soft and warm to step on, and the frozen soil is fluffy. Past experience told him that the soil will harden again in less than half an hour, and now it is The best time to repair.

"Here we come, class two, this way!"

"Dig quickly."

Taking advantage of this time, all the soldiers carried their guns behind their backs, and then took out a few shovels, dug with shovels, clubs and pestles, and dug out shallow trenches on the basis of the shell craters. , The fluffy black soil was piled up and filled, barely serving as a gun and a shelter.

Don't underestimate such a little thing, a small bunker may be the last line of defense to save the lives of the soldiers.

Pinghe was also waving: "Guo Wei, take everyone to the front line to ambush."

Although the cold gun class was established not long ago, Xu Qing and Heping He's hand in hand teaching every night has already taken shape. Everyone quickly scattered around the high ground, staring coldly at the foot of the mountain.

"Hurry up, work hard!"

Lei Gong and Liu Zhiyi knelt on the ground and paved the soil, quickly forming a flat ground. The soldiers set up the few remaining mortars and howitzers, and took the time to adjust them.

Time is not urgent.

From the night of the 29th, the Americans began to consciously retaliate and attack. As soon as they were about to set up a position, the planes and cannons were pulled over and bombarded for a few rounds. A small team scattered around and charged upwards.

The U.S. military commanders have also learned to behave, and are constantly suppressing and conducting wars of attrition based on the combat habits of the Volunteers and their insufficient firepower.

This hit a pain point for everyone.

The logistics transportation route of the Ninth Corps has been cut off for several days, and the supplies along the way cannot be delivered.

On the high ground of Dongshan, there are more than one team from the Seventh Company. Many teams defending the position are in even worse condition and have run out of ammunition and food. They have nothing to eat for several days and can only gnaw on the bark and roots, and the bark and roots are also limited. They can only fight to the death hungry.

Lei Gong took the artillery platoon to the right side of the high ground, which was their usual shelling point; Yu Congrong was injured, but the fire platoon still rushed to the forefront, laying down in the pile of fluffy black soil, and resting its machine guns loosely. on top;

Xu Qing looked and looked, and it seemed that there was nothing to arrange. He saw a soldier counting his bullets, counting them one by one, so he turned his head and asked, "How many bullets do we have left?"

Mei Sheng then took out the small notebook on his chest and took a quick glance: "At most, I can still type for two days."

He immediately calculated silently in his heart.

As a company commander, even if it is temporarily, Xu Qing also feels the huge responsibility and pressure of this position.

He is no longer fighting alone, but has to take care of so many people, more than 100 people, each of whom is a living life, and any mistake in his decision-making may lead to their death.

If the Americans don't fight today, they can last for two days. When the Americans are coming, maybe one battle will be over for two days, and there may be some leftovers.These are all unknowns.

He was still a little worried, and whistled into the distance again: "South and northwest—is it in place?"

Guang Fusheng, across a ridge line, quickly blew his whistle in response:

"Beep beep (ready for battle)!"

Liang Youdi also waved his hand.

Mei Sheng is a strategic Shanghai native. He is cultured, knowledgeable, and has a high EQ. As the company instructor, he can clearly see Xu Qing's inner worries. He lowered his voice and said: "Everyone knows, boldly command, Don't take any burdens, we all believe in you and support all your decisions."

Xu Qing nodded slightly.

Today is the third day that he officially led the Seventh Company to fight together.

The day before yesterday, the fight was relatively smooth, but it was obviously a routine test by the US military, conducting firepower configuration investigations. Although the fight was hasty, nothing was exposed.

He took out a pack of bullets from his pocket and let out a breath to dispel the cold air above.Although it is more of a psychological effect, it feels that the warhead is more convenient.

He put the eight bullets into Garland's magazine one by one, and then reloaded, making two "clicks". After completing this series of actions, his heart slowly calmed down again.

Time passed little by little.

The members of the Cold Gun Squad were at the forefront, and at a certain moment, they suddenly lowered their heads, and a soldier turned around and shouted in a low voice: "Here we come."

The surrounding soldiers also noticed it.

Everyone didn't care about continuing to dig, and crawled out from the small cover of the trench just dug, all covered in disgrace, scrambling to pull up machine guns and rifles to prepare.

Everyone lay on the top of the hill and looked down. Most of the American soldiers carefully looked up. There were about three or four rows. Can see clearly.

They came up on their waists, but they didn't go straight to the top of the mountain. They still took the small platform on the middle of the mountain like yesterday, and were taking precautions along the ridge.

The fortifications there were just blown up by Xu Qing yesterday, and now they have brought a lot of new equipment and piled it up there, steel, iron, and many things he doesn't know, are being built urgently, the speed at which the formation is forming , scale and strength are far better than Qilian.

Xu Qing was already numb.

Song Weiguo made a detailed report in front of the right side: "Three small columns of the enemy, about 120 people, are tentatively coming up the mountain-it is expected to arrive at our designated battle position in one minute."

In the remaining snow on the hillside in front of me, there are still many blood mist remnants left on the ground after the corpses exploded. There are large and large pieces, including the fallen soldiers and the Americans who were killed by them.

"Same as yesterday, don't let a single enemy soldier go up the mountain." Xu Qing gave orders back with cold eyes.

The soldiers then buried their heads lower, and lay down in the smelly and charred soil that was constantly being bombed around them. Their hands had already touched the bolts of the guns, and they only carefully exposed their eyes to aim.

(End of this chapter)