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

Tang Xi stood there alone, holding a submachine gun tightly in his hand, with the black muzzle facing forward. In front of him, more than 30 American prisoners of war sat on the ground like a group of frightened sheep, holding their heads tightly with their hands, not daring to move at all.

The prisoners looked pale, their terrified eyes kept looking at the submachine gun in Tang Xi's hand. Their bodies were trembling slightly, showing their extreme fear.

"Good boy! Good job!"

Liu Dengping ran over and punched Tang Xi on the shoulder!

Xingnan,

On a hillside outside,

Yin Xinjun looked up at the sky from time to time, watching waves of American planes flying in from the sea and returning in waves.

His heart was burning with anxiety.

He knew in his heart that the Volunteer Air Force had reached its limit. Since the war began, the Air Force had lost more than 850 aircraft and hundreds of excellent pilots!

Now they are forced to adopt guerrilla warfare tactics, relying on the production of Mulan, Shenyang and Changchun arsenals. More than 1 aircraft can be added every month, but there are only 230 main aircraft models J-, and the loss of excellent pilots is difficult to replenish in a short time!

Although it cost a huge price,

But in terms of the two battles, the Air Force played a huge role in helping the ground forces to encircle and annihilate the US heavy forces at the critical moment!

Tonight, the final blow will be launched against the so-called ace of the 1st Marine Division!

Yin Xinjun kept muttering in his heart, hoping that it would get dark soon. He looked at the American warships on the sea from time to time. That was his target of attack tonight!

Ding Shan was a little worried. Today, they only received less than twenty sorties of air support, while the Volunteer Air Force was almost entirely in the Changjin Lake area fighting with the US military for air supremacy!

The sky above Wulaoli is now filled with US Navy fighter jets!

However, the 1st Battle Group always controlled several surrounding high ground and defended Wulaoli!

"Report to the commander, Commander Yang Daokun requested support. The South Korean Capital Division has replaced the US Army and is fiercely attacking our 473.6, 512, and 591 highlands! The casualties of the 2nd Armored Regiment have exceeded %!"

"Tell Yang Daokun that there is no reinforcement, he must hold the position for me and not let any enemy in!" The 1st Battle Group has only two regiments. The 1st Armored Regiment has fought fiercely all the way and has now reached the Watergate Bridge. It is participating in the siege of the 1st Marine Division from south to north!

The battle lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon.

As the 591 highland ahead was in a tight spot again, Yang Daokun was extremely anxious and personally led the soldiers of the regiment headquarters to rush to the front-line positions for reinforcement. The sky was gloomy, the cold wind was filled with gunpowder smoke, and a group of people drove four trucks on the rugged mountain road!

Several US fighter planes swooped down from the clouds like black eagles.

The enemy's machine guns spewed flames, and bullets rained down on the four trucks. The front of the first truck was instantly hit by dense bullets, and the driver died on the spot. The truck lost control and crashed into the roadside slope. The body of the truck shook violently, and several soldiers were thrown out of the car.

Yang Daokun was in the second car. He quickly ran out and shouted, "Get out!" But just as he was about to command the soldiers to evacuate, a string of bullets swept in from the air. He was unable to dodge and was hit by several bullets in the chest and abdomen. Blood stained his uniform red. He fell heavily to the ground, but still struggled to raise his arms and pointed to the woods on the side of the road, signaling the soldiers to find cover.

After the soldiers were evacuated, several soldiers carried the regiment commander to the woods and bandaged his wounds.

Yang Daokun, breathing weakly, looked at the soldiers in front of him and said with his last bit of strength: "We must... hold our position..." Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and died heroically.

The cold wind howled, as if mourning for the heroic commander and the sacrificed soldiers, and their spirit, like a never-extinguished flame, inspired the remaining volunteer soldiers to continue fighting bloody battles with the enemy on this land.

Hagaru-ri,

after dark,

The Volunteer Army's sixteen B24s and three P51s once again flew over the U.S. military's circular positions.

Guided by flares and radio beacons,

After a round of bombs were accurately delivered,

The artillery units of the 20th Army carried out another hour of fierce bombardment!

Afterwards, the volunteer soldiers, who had been frustrated for a whole day, launched the final attack on this circular position!

On the battlefield of Hagaru-ri, the ice and snow were dyed red by the flames of war, and the explosions were deafening. Private David of the 1st Marine Regiment hid in a trench, holding his head, shaking like a sieve.

All around him, broken limbs and broken equipment were scattered on the ground. The blood quickly coagulated in the extreme cold, mixing with mud and gunpowder, emitting a disgusting smell.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, and the sound was like thousands of giant beasts galloping. David widened his eyes in horror and looked through the gaps in the trenches, only to see the tanks and armored vehicles of the Volunteer Army rolling in like a steel torrent.

The heavy tracks of the tanks rolled over the snow, making a dull and powerful sound, and the snow flew everywhere. The armored vehicles moved flexibly, the machine guns on the vehicles spewed out flames, and the dense bullets hit the US military positions, causing the earth and rocks to fly.

David's breathing was rapid and heavy, and his fingers were almost numb due to excessive tension and cold, and they were stiffly placed on the butt of the gun. Looking at the steel offensive of the Volunteer Army, endless despair surged in his heart.

At this moment, it suddenly emerged in his mind that the so-called surrender of the US military must meet four conditions: one is being surrounded with no possibility of breaking out; two is running out of ammunition; three is suffering heavy casualties and loss of combat capability; four is that the superior commander issues an order to surrender.

He looked around and saw that most of his comrades were dead or wounded, the position was riddled with holes, and the hope of breaking out had long been shattered; his ammunition was running out, and the ammunition box beside him was empty; and his superior commander had long disappeared, and his life or death was uncertain.

David slowly loosened his grip on the gun, and it fell into the snow-covered trench with a "click". His legs were weak, but he still tried to stand up, raising his hands high above his head. In the cold wind, his arms were shaking violently due to fear and cold.

When the volunteer soldiers rushed to him with guns, he shouted in a crying and trembling voice: "I surrender. I can't fight anymore"!

The voice seemed small and helpless amid the roar of gunfire, but it also completely announced his defeat and desire to survive in this brutal war.

After a fierce battle that lasted most of the night, at three o'clock in the morning, Hagaru-ri was completely controlled by the Volunteer Army!

At this time, there was also a good news from Xinxingli. The 27th Army concentrated three regiments to completely wipe out a reinforced regiment of the US 3th Division! The Polar Bear Regiment!

So far, the 1th Corps has completely wiped out the 7st Marine Division and part of the th Division of the US Army, totaling more than people!