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The night fell again, and the moon rose from the treetops, reflecting the remaining snow on the ground, illuminating the earth and the sky as bright as day. There were still some shadows in the mountains and forests, but Suminli and the road at the foot of the mountain The highway that passes through the east and west is unobstructed and exposed to the moonlight.
Xia Yang had already received Zhang Yi's order. When he heard the roar of mortars from the north, he knew that this was the signal to start action. The first battalion was ready to go, just waiting for this gun command.
In fact, before receiving Zhang Yi¡¯s order, there was already a battle going on in the direction of Pingyan to the east. The sound of gunfire coming from a distance had already broken this supposedly peaceful night.
This night was destined to be unrestful, and for those Americans, they were equally nervous. They knew that there were still many enemies hidden in the nearby mountains and forests. Although these enemies were driven out from the Suminli area, they were still They did not stay away, but still stared at them. For them, this was an invisible pressure, which was like a ray on their backs.
Although the power of mortars is far less than that of American artillery, it is more than enough to bombard this ruined town of Suminli. Because the mortar position on the North Mountain was located high up, the entire town below the mountain was under the threat of artillery fire, and no place was spared.
Although the thirty-minute artillery fire was not as intensive as the American artillery fire, it was enough to knock down the vigor of these American soldiers and temporarily render their strong firepower ineffective. The Americans also fired artillery towards Beishan, but in the dark night, even with moonlight, they could not judge the position of the volunteer artillery array. In addition, the power was reduced a lot from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain. In fact, The real damage caused to the 643rd Regiment was limited, and it did not affect Zhang Yi's preparation for the battle in accordance with the policy established before the war.
As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the charge horns of the 643rd Regiment sounded all over the mountains and plains. The loud horns were like Roland's horns, filling the entire sky. Along with the shouts of killing and the sound of bullets, one after another, The Americans in Suminli sounded like they were being ambushed from all directions. They couldn't calm down even if they wanted to. What was left was just panic.
This time, the Americans set up a defensive position in the south of the town, but after all, there were no trenches dug or fortifications built on the east and west sides, and there was no river as a barrier in the north, so they only used machine gun fire as a blockade. The defensive position could not withstand the several grenades fired from above by the first battalion. Under the moonlight, in close-range firefights, the power of the grenade was brought into full play. The soldiers of the first battalion could lie behind the high mountains, bushes and stones, relying on the advantages of the terrain and the many obstacles. Cover, it was easy to get close to the enemy's position. When the enemy found out that someone was intruding, it was actually a close-quarters fight. Close combat was not the strong point of these Americans, so after only a few attacks, the American soldiers could not resist the volunteer soldiers who rushed down from the mountain like savage beasts, and retreated towards the road behind them. The road is their lifeblood. Their comings and goings are inseparable from the road that passes through the mountainous area. When they want to escape, the first thing they think of is that road. Therefore, Xia Yang led the first battalion to rush in from the south of the town and attack the highway along the dilapidated alley.
When the situation was first opened in the south, Zhang Yi personally commanded the 2nd and 3rd Battalions of the 643rd Regiment to also attack from the north of the town, and quickly used the cover of night to rush past the enemy's defense. Amid the shouts of killing, a squad of soldiers approached the American machine gun position first, and threw grenades together. Amidst the explosions, the machine gun position immediately disappeared. Seeing that the situation was not good, the American soldiers pulled out their grenades. He opened his legs and ran toward the road as if he was running for his life, leaving only a few corpses and a few unconscious people injured by the explosion. The defense line of Xiaohe was opened, as if a sluice had been opened. The soldiers of the 643rd Regiment swarmed in from the Beishan position as if the blocked water had finally been released.
There was almost no mission to resist. When the 643rd Regiment attacked Suminli from the north and south, the Americans began to flee. They abandoned this almost undefendable town and entered through the open road from the west. They fled towards the stadium at the intersection, driving their cars, carrying their heavy weapons, dragging their exhausted soldiers, and evacuating this town that they could not defend, but they were left behind. There were more things, including heavy artillery that they could not take away and had to destroy; there was baggage that they wanted to destroy but could not get there, as well as those who traveled thousands of miles to fight in this cold peninsula but died here, and The bodies of soldiers who could not be brought home.
The battle begins at dark?But think about it, there are more than 100,000 troops on their western front. Does the enemy have such a big appetite? So how many troops are needed to deploy?
As if seeing Kurt's doubts, Paul said leisurely: "General, the Chinese like strategies. They always make plans before fighting. In fact, our military strength is not too much for them. They fight. During the civil war, we dared to be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, let alone hundreds of thousands of us?"
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.
Paul thought for a moment and suggested: "I think we should make a full retreat first, back to the south of the Qingchuan River, and tighten our hands again!"
Kurt thought for a moment, shook his head, and said worriedly: "If the enemy only attacks Tokugawa and does not penetrate our backs, wouldn't it be a joke for us to retreat like this?"
Paul was stunned and had nothing to say for a moment. Indeed, their battle at this time was not only a battle, but also a political influence.
While he was talking, a staff officer came in with another battle report and handed it to Kurt. Kurt took it and took a look at it, and couldn't help but cursed angrily: "The Second Division gave up on Suminli because it was besieged by the enemy at night. What a bastard! After the 38th Regiment withdrew from Suminli, it was hit again The enemy's ambush. Now the Second Division is sending troops from the stadium to the west to rescue the 38th Regiment. Will they still fight? How did it get into such a mess?" He cursed and threw the battle report in his hand on the map. superior.
Paul picked up the game report and looked at it. Suddenly his expression changed drastically and he couldn't help but said: "No, I'm afraid the stadium can't be saved either!"
Kurt was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com