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Chapter 43: The Remaining Night (2)

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    The night was already very thick, and when the shouts of killing rising up outside gradually subsided, they were replaced by the roar of the United Nations' artillery fire, almost burying all the sounds. Only then did Paul quietly take a breath.  He breathed, and before he knew it, sweat had soaked his underwear.  He still looked calm, not letting anyone see the doubts in his heart.  Yes, the strength of the United Nations Army lies here. It cannot be matched by the Chinese. The key to the problem is the morale of the officers and soldiers. As long as the morale of the officers and soldiers can be restored, then there will be nothing invincible for the United Nations Army.  Enemy.  Of course, he also knows that once the morale is still at a low stage, even if he has the most advanced weapons, everything will be in vain. The soldiers will still run away if they should, and they will still run if they should run. At that time, it will not be him  This is something that the main commander can control.  He knew that everyone in the group was watching him, and only if he showed sufficient confidence could his subordinates have enough confidence.

    There were also a lot less calls in the war room, but the fighting on the periphery was still going on. What troubled him the most was that Mashan in the northwest was also under attack from the Chinese at this time. Mashan was better than Dipingli.  The surrounding mountains are dozens of meters higher. In order to occupy the favorable terrain, Commander Richardson sent a company to occupy the hilltop a few days ago and built strong fortifications. In Richardson's original defense design, he also prepared  Treat it as a main position.  Although Paul came to Diping and retracted the defensive position back to Diping, he still placed a company there. He knew very well that if the enemy occupied that hilltop and deployed artillery fire there, then the entire Diping would be destroyed.  Here will be covered under the threat of those artillery fire.

    The company commander on the Mashan position called again and asked to withdraw to Dipingli. His voice almost reached the point of crying, and he told Paul very pessimistically: "Sir, if we can't withdraw even now,  , then after half an hour, no one can withdraw!"

    Commander Richardson couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and said to Paul: "Colonel, I don't think it's going to work, why don't we give up that position?"

    Paul was stunned for a moment, but shook his head and said to him with great certainty: "If we give up that position, then we will lose a commanding height and let the enemy's artillery fire cover us!"

    Richardson said: "These Chinese artillery fires are only a few times. Even if artillery positions are set up there, not many cannons can hit them this late at night."

    Paul thought for a while and felt that his analysis was good, but he was a little worried, so he still said: "It would be great if we could send another company to reinforce that side!"

    Richardson was a little helpless and said: "Now we don't even have a reserve team, how can we draw out a company?" He said, and then suggested: "I think we should withdraw that company, and we can strengthen our defense here.  Strength, we will seize that position after daybreak, these Chinese will not dare to fight during the day!"

    After thinking about it carefully, Paul finally nodded. Indeed, if such a company could be withdrawn, it would be an enhancement for Dipingli's circular defense line, which was somewhat stretched at this time.  He looked at his watch. Unknowingly, the hour hand had already pointed to twelve o'clock, and it was only five or six hours before dawn. It was impossible for the enemy to come so quickly and lay out any artillery fire. If  If they had artillery, they would have started firing long ago.  "Okay! Then let the company withdraw!" He finally made a decision.

    Richardson felt relieved, and immediately gave the order to the company commander at the Mashan position to abandon the position and withdraw to Tuipingli.

    But at this time, on the high ground position of the 1st Battalion to the north, the sound of gunfire that had just become scattered suddenly became as loud as a violent storm. At the same time, the phone call of Captain James of the 1st Battalion also came.  When they came over, they urgently requested the artillery to fire a large number of illumination bombs.

    "What's going on over there?" Paul asked quickly, his heart rising again.

    Battalion Commander James replied repeatedly: "A small group of enemies sneaked into our position and cut off our power lines. All the searchlights on our position were turned off. They took advantage of the situation and attacked again!"

    Paul was so angry that he stamped his feet. Although Captain James dared to fight, he was too careless. In this kind of night battle, even a slight sloppiness would lead to an overall failure.  The first battalion relied too much on lights, but those Chinese could charge in the dark. The lights would become a target for the enemy to attack. Why couldn't they?  Could it be said that Chinese eyes can see, but American eyes cannot?  Of course, he also knew very well that this was because the Americans?The command post was not far away, and it took them less than two minutes. But to Paul, it felt as if a long time had passed.

    There were four machine gun ports and a lookout port in the bunker. At this time, the machine guns at the four machine gun ports were spitting out tongues of flame. The machine gunners seemed to be crazy and did not notice Paul and James at all.  When the soldiers arrived, they were still concentrating on pulling the trigger and shooting at the enemies at the foot of the mountain.

    When Paul came to the lookout, he saw under the illumination of the flares the soldiers of the Chinese Volunteer Army who were advancing successively on the opposite side without using binoculars. They seemed to have completely forgotten their own life and death, and the mountains were full of people from under the horizon.  They poured out of the valley, rushing forward without fear, holding their bayonet-mounted guns, and rushed over step by step, clump by clump.  According to Paul's request, a lot of water was poured on this slope during the day. In this cold night, it was already covered with a thick layer of ice.  When the Chinese people passed through the icy slope, they lost their footing, twisted their bodies, and were about to fall down.  But at this moment, the machine guns on the position rang out at the right time. The Chinese soldiers fell down one after another after being hit by the bullets of the machine guns. There were already red blood stains on the ice, which covered the ice.  The reflection of the ice surface, which is like a mirror, is blocked.

    Night flight planes also dropped illumination bombs at this time. The illumination bombs dropped by planes lasted much longer than the illumination bombs fired by artillery. These illumination bombs fell from the sky like sky lanterns, each hanging.  With a small parachute, the strong light can illuminate an area of ??at least one square kilometer around and below. It can stay in the air for several minutes without wind.

    Under the bright light of the flares, what Paul saw was a very tragic scene. The Chinese rushed forward without fear of life and death. However, under the attack of the first battalion's machine guns, tanks, and anti-aircraft machine guns,  But like sheaves of wheat, they fell down in rows, but they rushed up row after row, were knocked down again, and then appeared again The muzzle of the machine gun was spitting out flames, and the barrel was red.  Even the machine gunners next to him had to fight round after round. Their arms could no longer be raised. However, those Chinese were like ghosts who always appeared and could never finish the fight.  , can¡¯t be beaten.  Many people actually rushed to their forward positions, but at this time, under the guidance of the first battalion soldiers, the artillerymen from the rear fired together, and the fierce artillery fire instantly killed those who were still alive just now.  The Chinese volunteer soldiers who came were torn into pieces and disappeared without a trace

    After a long time, the artillery fire stopped. Looking at the corpses all over the mountains and fields, and in the pits and valleys, Paul couldn't help but cross himself. This was not a battle at all, but a massacre!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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