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Chapter 142 The Warrior Bathed in Blood on the Eastern Mountain Peak Part [-]

Beep beep beep!
The platoon leaders and squad leaders scattered on various hills heard the whistle.

Without repeating the old history of the day before yesterday, although the firepower bottomed out, everyone immediately changed formation and continued guerrilla warfare with rifles, pistols and long-handled grenades.

"Save ammo, switch to the cold gun squad to attack." Xu Qing shouted in relief.

Only by muddying the water can he play the role of a sharpshooter better, so on the high ground, in the black soil trenches on the hills in all directions, there was a continuous sound of sniper rifle shooting soon.

This is the Garland that Xu Qing personally deployed and modified for them, with improved accuracy and accuracy.

"how come?"

Lieutenant Nicholas, who was commanding in the back row, was also stunned.

Why have so many snipers appeared in the Chinese these days? Can this type of arms be mass-produced?

After more than ten minutes of firefighting, a large number of South Korean soldiers were shot and crawled on the ground, and some American troops also fell down. Seeing that he could not attack, the ammunition consumption for today was almost the same.And began to cry—

"Everybody, we back!"

"go go go, let's go!"

The U.S. soldiers were reluctant for a long time, and they were relieved after hearing the order. Obviously, the firepower of the volunteers had weakened, but they immediately retreated regardless.

Qilian also breathed a sigh of relief.Everyone seemed to know that as soon as the fire ceased over there, the Seventh Company would cease fire soon after another round of fighting - not because they didn't want to fight, but because they didn't have more ammunition to continue fighting.

Wu Laosan of the cold gun squad took two shots at the crowd scattered and receding below.But too far and missed.

Xu Qing held down the barrel of his gun and said, "Save bullets."

Wu Laosan said with some regret: "Oh, it was almost...they are really afraid of death!"

Xu Qing shook his head: "This team is not a regular army. It relies on firepower to constantly harass and harass us, intending to fight us for consumption."

Last night, he inquired from the enemy's side that the defense officers here were not so active, but under the strict orders and supervision of the superiors, they were not allowed to retreat, and could only desperately counterattack the Dongshan Highland again and again.

Over the past few days, these U.S. military reinforcements have rushed upwards, and the team has changed batch after batch. Some fell under the guns of the Seventh Company, and some were dragged back after being injured. Now the number of soldiers in the U.S. Marine Corps Downsizing.

So Lieutenant Nicholas mobilized all the staff, including the clerical staff, auto soldiers, drivers, cooks, communications soldiers, and even health workers, and assembled a new company of more than [-] people.Although these people are only logistics staff, they have also received military training. As long as they hold guns, they are all American soldiers.

Xu Qing believes that Qilian can definitely beat them, but the current firepower is insufficient.

He got up from the soil, and saw that everyone in the distant mountains also stood up. Everyone's faces were full of exhaustion after fighting, and they glanced around, and they were all healthy.

He called Song Weiguo: "Lead a few cold gunners, and pay attention to whether there are enemies pretending to be dead on the battlefield. Be careful."

"Understood." Song Weiguo replied.

He turned his head and greeted again: "Squad [-] and Squad [-], count the number of people, and clean the battlefield. Lao Guang, you lead Squad [-] to continue vigilance, and beware of another false attack by the Americans."

"Yes!" Liang Youdi and Guang Fusheng, who had just climbed up on the hilltops in the south and north, replied loudly after hearing it.

Xu Qing sat down on the spot leaning against the trench.Counting, there were hundreds of bullets on his body, more than half of them have just been fired, and there are not many left.

"Search the corpse cleanly, the bullet must not be let go." He hurriedly turned around and added another sentence.

"Company Commander Wanli." In the distance, Yu Congrong ran over and shouted.

"Speak in human terms. I'm not a company commander, don't bark."

Xu Qing was so tired that he didn't have the time to take care of his messes.

"Yes yes yes... You said, these Americans were unable to fight back and refused to retreat. When did this happen?" Yu Congrong smiled, but it was more of a feeling that he couldn't fight. A touch of depression.

"God knows... what's wrong with your feet?" Xu Qing looked at his legs and asked suddenly.

"It's nothing, I was in a hurry just now, and I was hit by the recoil of the machine gun and knocked on the stone." Yu Congrong blushed and said haha.

Regardless of the reason, Xu Qing nodded and said: "You are all injured, so be safe! Don't think about what you have. Wait until you recover from your injuries and then fight hard. As long as we hold this place, it will be a victory." "

Having said that, he paused and raised his head suddenly:

"And... you are a veteran, you are almost a round older than me, do you still need me to teach you?"

"Hey, it's not you who has the final say now!"

"Virtue."

"Okay, my little Wanli, you are really good at commanding, can this thing be inherited..."

Xu Qing's face darkened:
"Go, go, get out of here."

.........

at the same time.

Lieutenant Nicholas retreated down with a platoon and part of the third platoon. He left a team of Koreans on the mountainside, stationed on their anti-slope position.

He knew that the Chinese would kill these Korean troops if they could, and they didn't force them if they couldn't. They were simply the best advance dung beetle soldiers under his command.

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

Nicholas felt elated in his heart.

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 supervisor, Captain George King of the [-]st Engineer Company, was standing at the entrance, and several senior officers stood beside him, among them a slender, elegant white officer standing in the middle.

He stopped and took a closer look, and his face changed even more—because it was actually the highest officer of the First Division of their Marine Corps, Mr. Oliver Smith!
"Stand at attention!"

Nicholas hurriedly stood up straight, raised his hand and gave an American military salute: "Sir, Nicholas Royer, the frontline executive officer of Company A of the [-]st Engineer Battalion, is reporting to you!"

Mr. Smith nodded, not paying attention.But a pair of eyes are obviously very harmonious, white with blue pupils staring straight at him:
"Mr. Nicholas, you played well."

Nicholas's family knows their own affairs, how is this a compliment?
He looked embarrassed: "Sir, those Chinese guns are very powerful, and it is difficult for us to attack..."

He didn't finish his sentence, Master Smith didn't speak, and Captain George King next to him was already sweating profusely.

Lieutenant Colonel Miles, another higher-ranking officer, was furious:
"Mr. Nicholas, are you making excuses for your failure? The Chinese have been there for so many days, their transportation lines have been completely cut off by us, and they have no food at all! No bullets! Tell me, Mr. Royer, How could you not hit it?"

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

"I don't care about the number of casualties. In terms of casualties, those Koreans are more. Why don't you say it? What I want is to drive our troops up and occupy there!"

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 Commander Smith over to check the battle situation in person.

In the battle of attacking the position just now, the division commander stood at the gate of the camp command post and witnessed the scene of just attacking the mountain with his own binoculars.

Miles was very disturbed. He knew what kind of person this Mr. Smith was. The more angry he was, the less he would show his anger on the surface.

It is precisely because of this that he deliberately stood up and took the initiative to vent his anger on the frontline commanding officer.

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

"Sir, are you kidding us?"

Captain George King took a peek and explained helplessly: "General, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I think...it can't be entirely to blame our soldiers, they are already good enough, due to the terrain and the tenacious resistance of the Chinese army, we didn't It cannot be attacked quickly."

"You didn't succeed, you failed completely! General, I think..."

"All right."

Smith finally spoke.

He looked at the highland where several hills had been shaved off by military planes and shelling, and it had become much gentler from the original higher altitude.But still so deep and elusive.

"Rich gave me a promise that he would take 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 sixth, you will give me A successful and beautiful result. How?"

He turned around and returned to the tent, pointing to the marks on the map and the marching route:
"The Tenth Army is already in retreat. If our First Division wants to catch up with the ships from Xingnan Port on the Eastern Front, we must get through here as soon as possible, so that the troops from the Korean villages in Gutuli and Liutanli can rush over as soon as possible and protect them. It is safe within ten kilometers around the airport, and there are countless Chinese troops hiding on the hills in front of them. "

thump.

"This high ground."

Holding a wooden cane, he poked the words East Hills (东山) redrawn several times on the map with a pen: "I think you all understand-it is the key to the success of this operation. home, we must disperse the Chinese on it and occupy it. Or... destroy it."

He said the last sentence looking at Nicholas.

Lieutenant Colonel Miles looked at this subordinate, and was extremely displeased: "Of course, if you don't want to go home, you can stay here."

"No, no, no, why would I stay in a place where the birds don't shit?" Nicholas patted his chest and bent down, "Mr. Major General, I assure you, I will definitely complete your mission."

He thought of the high ground he had just hit, and a wave of shock flashed in his heart.

The balance he had achieved with that weird "ghost" sniper on the mountain these days was about to be broken again, but he didn't want to fight either, and he didn't want to stay in this damn cold winter in the Far East.He just wants to go back.

This time I am afraid that I will bid farewell to these "Chinese friends". Of course, they are not friends in any sense.

Commander Smith nodded, and then took out a new marching order. He transferred more than half of the two tank companies and machinery companies that he withdrew from Gutuli, as well as a British Royal Marine Commando.

Lieutenant Nicholas was very surprised to see this fierce firepower configuration, as well as rows of new infantry guns transported from the rear all gathered in the Hamhung area.

He thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Mr. Major General, are we going to retreat completely?"

"No, we're just attacking in another direction." Smith smiled and said elegantly as always.

(End of this chapter)