Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

Chapter 605 Crossing the Yalu River (4)

In the deep night, the Yalu River Bridge appears and disappears in the moonlight, like a giant steel dragon spanning the river.

The soldiers from the 1st Combat Group wore steel helmets with camouflage nets entangled with branches and dead grass, blending into the surrounding night.

They lined up in an orderly formation and approached the bridge lightly. The river breeze blew across the bridge, bringing a slight chill. The soldiers' breathing was almost drowned out by the night wind. They held their weapons tightly, with the muzzles pointed downwards to avoid reflecting the moonlight and exposing their targets. The river in the distance flowed slowly between the bridge piers, occasionally emitting faint ripples, as if also witnessing this historic moment.

The railings on both sides of the bridge were covered with camouflage nets, blending in with the surrounding trees and bushes. The soldiers stepped onto the bridge carefully, their footsteps so light that they were almost inaudible.

The steel structure of the bridge looked particularly grim in the night, but the soldiers' determination was as firm as a rock. They looked through the night toward the other side, their eyes burning with the belief of defending their country.

The convoy slowly drove onto the bridge. The camouflaged tanks and vehicles were covered with green striped camouflage cloth and camouflage nets. The drivers held their breath and concentrated on controlling the vehicles, fearing that they would make any unusual noises. Occasionally, a few cries of night owls could be heard in the distance, as if accompanying this silent team.

As time went on, more and more soldiers and vehicles crossed the bridge and disappeared into the night on the other side.

In addition to the 1st Battle Group, part of the 39th Army of the 38th Corps also crossed the river tonight, while the 40th, 42th and nd Armies of the Corps also crossed the river from the Ji'an Port!

Suchuan Basin,

The cold wind howled across the bare mountains, raising fine dust among the grass in the basin.

The night was as thick as ink, with only sporadic flares from U.S. military positions in the distance casting pale beams of light in the darkness.

A row of dark shadows crouched and moved forward quietly...

Cui Renguo led his small team and quietly moved to the left wing. Several high grounds ahead had been occupied by American paratroopers, and the roads and railways were all under the control of the US military!

He just hoped he could get around it quietly!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out beside my ears.

Choi In Guk's scalp was about to explode.

He looked back.

The soldier's golden stone pillar fell to the ground,

"Captain, I'm sorry, I fell!"

"Assholes! Get down!"

Ta-da-da, ta-da, ta-da!

The sound of large-caliber machine gun fire rang out.

A string of bullets sprayed out from a nearby high ground, hitting the dirt pile nearby with a thumping sound!

"Oh no!" Choi In-guk's heart skipped a beat. He was so unlucky that he was targeted so quickly!

Flares began to fall over the squad's heads, and the dazzling light made the surroundings as bright as day!

The bullets flew like fireflies.

All I heard was a scream of pain.

Lee Sang-gu turned his head and saw

One team member was already covering his shoulder, with blood gushing out from between his palms. After a few seconds, the team member began to scream wildly. A big hole had been made in his shoulder by a bullet!

Cui Renguo's face was pale and full of despair. He didn't expect that after retreating here from the Busan front line with untold hardships, he still couldn't escape the fate of destruction!

Amid the noisy shouting, more than 20 U.S. paratroopers rushed over from the high ground, shouting tactical slogans as they walked.

Cui Renguo picked up his PPSh submachine gun. He was going to die anyway, so he might as well take every opportunity he could!

A sharp whistling sound cut through the air.

Before the American soldiers could react, the first shell exploded on the high ground. The huge explosion was deafening, and a thick cloud of black smoke rose instantly, accompanied by sand, rocks and shrapnel flying like raindrops.

Several American soldiers who were close to the explosion point were directly knocked over by the powerful air wave, fell heavily to the ground, and screamed in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third shells arrived one after another, landing accurately on the US military positions.

The two 12.7mm machine guns that were roaring suddenly fell silent. The other American soldiers were frightened by the strong vibration caused by the explosion, their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The shells continued to fall, plowing deep craters in the American positions.

The American soldiers who rushed towards Choi In-guk and his men quickly turned around and fled, no longer caring about attacking.

It was pitch black all around.

American soldiers fled in the rain of shells, looking for a safe place to hide, but the shells seemed to have eyes and flew towards the fleeing American soldiers, leaving them with nowhere to escape.

Cui Renguo's face was twitching with excitement. "Our reinforcements have arrived! Let's go!" he shouted hurriedly.

The soldiers of the squad hurriedly got up from the ground and began to run into the darkness!

Two kilometers away,

Yin Xinjun put away the 107mm mortar on the ground.

This is a standard weapon of the US Army seized from the National Army. He asked the Harbin Arsenal to imitate it. Because it is too heavy, it can only be installed on pickup trucks or armored vehicles. However, this mortar has fierce firepower and a fast rate of fire. It is now deeply loved by front-line troops and has been officially equipped as battalion-level support firepower!

Although it is a bit bulky, it is not an obstacle for Yin Xinjun as long as he can operate it alone. For him, whose current detection distance has reached 3000 meters, the previous 82 mortar should indeed be eliminated!

Tonight's artillery attack only covered a high ground. Yin Xinjun did not linger on fighting, for he was afraid that if he fought too hard, the US troops would hesitate to move forward. After all, tonight, the Volunteer Army had officially crossed the river on a large scale!

Now, it depends on how to launch an ambush.

Yin Xinjun was in front of Cui Renguo and his men, almost accompanying them. He had already recognized the voice of his old friend. After all, the two had fought side by side in North Korea! If Cui Renguo had not been in danger, Yin Xinjun would not have been willing to take action tonight!

After walking for more than two hours and making sure that the American soldiers were not chasing them, he deliberately inserted himself in front of Choi In-guk and his men and dropped two boxes of canned food, a box of biscuits, and a box of soda on the ground!

He also built a bonfire.

As expected, Cui Renguo and his companions rushed over as soon as they saw the bonfire! They saw a familiar figure sitting on the ground!

"Lao Cui, is that you?" Yin Xinjun sat on the ground with a smile on his face.

"King of Hell?!" Cui Renguo's eyes suddenly turned red and tears flowed down!

"Come here and eat something!"

Li Xiangju also showed great surprise on his face.

At this moment, the two suddenly felt that the fear and fatigue in their hearts were swept away!

The team sat on the ground and started eating desperately!

Cui Renguo and Li Xiangju reported the battle situation in the south to Yin Xinjun in detail!

Cui Renguo asked quietly,

“Have you, the Chinese People’s Liberation Army, arrived?”

Yin Xinjun stretched out a finger, put it in front of his mouth, hushed, and then said lightly,

"Your mission now is to eat your fill and quickly head to Sinuiju, then cross the river and rest in China! Leave the rest of the worries to me!"