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Zhang Xian and Xiong Gengfa finally rushed to this position, and almost at the same time, American reinforcements rushed over from the main position of Wangmei Mountain. Of course, Battalion Commander Jerim knew this very well. , the three positions in Wangmei Mountain are complementary to each other. The loss of any one position means that the entire position is about to be lost, so he specially sent a company to support.
It was as if two torrents had collided together on this hill. In the close encounter, the Americans' submachine guns had a great advantage. They occupied the left position of the trench, while Zhang Xian and Xiong Revolutionary brought People occupy the position on the right side of the trench. There are three trenches connecting the positions on both sides, but no one can destroy the other. In fact, this is actually a crisscross battlefield. You have me among you, and you among me. Melee. It is precisely because the two sides are in a melee that the Americans' powerful artillery fire is somewhat overwhelmed. Even the tanks they placed outside the main position have lost their use and can only rotate the turret dryly. Hesitantly wondering whether he should fire his guns here, it took him a long time to fire off a gun, but it might have hit among their soldiers.
Zhang Xian knew that what the American soldiers were afraid of was fighting with the volunteer soldiers for bayonets, so these enemies would rather lurk in the trenches than rush over. They used submachine guns and light machine guns to block the passages of the trenches, trying to kill them. The volunteer officers and soldiers who had just rushed up but had not yet stood firm rushed down the mountain. He became a little anxious. The troops behind him had not come up yet and were climbing one after another. Occasionally, he could hear the sound of mines exploding on the hillside. Apparently someone had the misfortune to step on the mines. At this time, there were only twenty or thirty soldiers who rushed up the hill. This was incomparable to the enemy's rapid reinforcements. If these enemies were really brave and dared to rush over and fight them with bayonets, maybe these twenty or thirty people would have been defeated earlier. You might be driven down the mountain.
However, only brave people can achieve victory on the battlefield. The firearms of the American soldiers are weapons that the volunteer soldiers cannot surpass, but the volunteer soldiers also have their magic weapon, that is, grenades that can be thrown far away. This kind of inferior weapon cannot be compared with American grenades, but the long-distance throwing ability of the soldiers far exceeds those of the American soldiers. Even ordinary people can throw it fifty or sixty meters. Far, and this is simply unbelievable to those Americans who are still wearing cotton gloves on this cold night. They would rather hide their hands in their gloves and hold a cold gun than take off their gloves to throw them out. A grenade. This may be the essential difference between children from rich families and children from poor families!
At the beginning of the battle, each soldier could receive five grenades, but due to insufficient supply, some soldiers only received one, so the grenades were quickly used up, and the enemy firepower that had just been suppressed roared again. Up, the enemy's submachine guns had the upper hand in close combat. Although the company soldiers led by Zhang Xian and Xiong Gengfa also had submachine guns, they were much inferior to the enemy's fully automatic weapons.
Soon, Zhang Xian and the few people led by Xiong Gengfa were suppressed by the enemy's powerful firepower in a blind corner of the trench. Under the light of the flares, they found that they had no way out, and the enemy was lying in the trench. While shooting in this direction, they pushed a large iron oil drum filled with sand as their cover. The purpose was to kill all the Chinese who were blocked by them.
"Are there any more grenades?" Xiong Guangye asked the people around him knowingly.
"No more!" Almost everyone answered like this.
"Damn it, there's no way out!" Xiong Geguye said anxiously, like a wild boar in a cage, eager to rush over.
Zhang Xian was also very anxious. These Americans were too cunning. They could hide behind large oil drums without even showing their heads. Even if he wanted to snipe them, it would be impossible for him to kill them. He looked around. Although the trench was very deep, it should be possible to climb up. Thinking, he grabbed it and jumped up. Before his head was exposed, he immediately lay down again. Just when he fell, he heard the "click-click-click" of a shuttle of bullets from their arms. They were shot from above, and some of them hit the earthen wall at the entrance of the trench, making a series of bullet holes. It turned out that this position was close to the enemy's outer tank, and the machine gunner on that tank was concentrating on aiming here. Perhaps he had already identified their identities when they landed together.
Xiong Guangye pulled Zhang Xian up, and both of them couldn't help but groan in secret. They saw that the enemy in front was rolling over with the big oil drum. In fact, as long as the American soldiers raised their guns at this time, they could shoot at them. , this distance is enough to hit them.
"Rush over!" Xiong RevolutionaryHe's not too late! "Captain Richardson was persuading Paul, but he was actually interceding on behalf of Battalion Commander Jeremiah.
Paul nodded, finally taking a breath, looked at the battalion commander sternly, and asked, "Can you do it?"
Jerem raised his head, hesitated for a moment, then nodded again and said firmly: "Yes! Colonel, I will definitely do it!"
Paul then let out a long breath, and then said meaningfully: "Major Jerem, I hope that even if you die, you will die on the front line, not by my gun!"
"I understand, Colonel!" Jeremiah replied resoundingly, without any trace of resentment.
"Yes!" Paul nodded with satisfaction, and finally said: "Okay, gather your camp together first and make preparations. In half an hour you must retake Wangmei Mountain!"
"Yes! Colonel!" Jerem agreed, turned around and walked out of the shabby tent.
Watching Jerem leave, Richardson said with some worry: "Colonel, can he take back Mount Wangmei?"
Paul didn't nod or shake his head. He was silent for a moment, and said helplessly: "The war has reached this point, and we have been forced to a dead end. At this time, even if we know that we can't recapture Wangmei Mountain, we still have to fight. To do this, you must do it at any cost."
"Why?"
Paul glanced at him and then told him: "The Chinese have a tactic called attacking instead of defending. Now we have no barrier to the south to defend. If we don't attack Wangmei Mountain, then we will give the enemy a chance to breathe." , they will definitely concentrate their forces to rush down the mountain from that direction, then our current position will also become a position. Let the second battalion continue to attack and recapture Wangmei Mountain. In fact, I am seeking to take the initiative and prevent the enemy from calmly Rush down the mountain! Maybe only in this way can we delay until dawn."
Richardson suddenly realized it, but still reminded Paul: "We still need to rush the pace of our reinforcements. Don't wait for the enemy to attack Dipingli. They haven't arrived yet. If they do, it will be useless for them to come. !¡±
"I know, let's urge Captain Hoffman again!" Paul answered. Indeed, if the reinforcements are delayed, I am afraid that their reinforced group will really be wiped out like the Kuomintang's reorganized 74th Division that was surrounded by the CCP in Menglianggu, Shandong. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com