Chapter 7: Bombardment (This chapter is free)

With a long roar, a shell exploded not far from the trench without warning. Several unprepared volunteer soldiers were blown away, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

"Lying down! Lying down..."

Before I could react, a powerful hand pressed down...

"So cruel!" I felt a pain in my secret, my whole face was buried in the soil, and I sucked the sand in my nose in a short while. I was about to struggle to get up, but I was frightened by a loud noise that passed by and couldn't move. I realized that this was an enemy's shelling.

Lying on the ground, I clearly felt the vibration from the ground from every part of my body, like a volcano, like an earthquake, and more like millions of horses running past me. Sand, gravel and snow fell from the sky like raindrops. In a short while, I buried my whole body in the soil. From time to time, a few shrapnel passed by my ears with a harsh roar, which made me dare not look up. I felt my fragility. Any shell, a small shrapnel, or even a flying stone could easily take my life.

After a long time, the sound of cannon finally stopped. I touched my limbs and head in fear. Fortunately, they were all there, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If it weren't for wearing cotton shoes, I would have wanted to see if there were a few missing toes.

Huh...where did my gun go?

After digging for a long time, I found the beloved 38th cover in the mound. This thing is a talisman these days, so I should treat it better in the future.

"Are you an American soldier?" I asked with lingering fear at Hu Zi, who seemed to have nothing happened beside me.

"What's wrong with you?" Hu Zi spat: "I just praised you for a few words, and I'm stupid again? Can American soldiers only fire guns for five minutes? They are all small caliber howitzers!"

"Five...5 minutes? Still... still small-caliber..." I couldn't help but be stunned for a while. That moment was as long as half a century for me, but I didn't expect it to be only five minutes. It is said that the artillery bombings of several hours, even a few days during World War II were common. If I were allowed to stay under such artillery fire, let alone a few days, even a few hours, I would have to learn from Wu Zixu's night of white hair.

"I haven't tasted the American heavy artillery!" Hu Zi obviously didn't notice that I was so scared that my face turned pale. While looking out of the trenches carefully, he said happily: "When I was fighting Chiang Kai-shek, what was the 38th Division? I used the American machine gun cannon. The 155 heavy artillery was knocked up on the mountain and the top of the mountain was flattened! Bah... Where is the ace division? The machine gun cannon is used to hold a bird, but I'm using the 38th hood to lift him up!"

"Hu...Brother Hu Zi!" When I heard this, my breathing became a little rapid: "So...Brother Hu Zi has even fought against the Kuomintang?"

"Hey! What is the Kuomintang?" Hu Zi smiled and said, "I have fought all the little Japanese. There are very few people who have never fought the Kuomintang before in the Forty Army! Oh... Look at what I said, I am a rough man, I am not talking about you, comrade!"

At this time, Hu Zi suddenly turned cold, he pointed the spear in his forehand, and said softly: "Come on! Be prepared for battle!"

Looking down with Hu Zi's eyes, I didn't know when seven or eight trucks came, carrying more than two hundred South Korean troops to the foot of the mountain. Perhaps because of the sound of the cannons, I didn't even hear the sound of the truck coming.

I was so nervous that I was thinking that I could only get beaten now, but this look made me feel relieved. I saw a team of South Korean soldiers jumping down from the truck in a sparse manner, cursing, as if cursing myself about my bad luck, why did they encounter resistance?

Thick American rifles were on their backs, and they collided with the steel helmets on their heads from time to time, making a clanging sound, which reminded me of the broken pots and basins that collected scrap iron hung all over my body. The m1 rifle was customized with the tall figure of the Americans. Now it was very inconsistent when carrying them on relatively small Asians. Some people even fell down by the acceleration of the m1 when they jumped out of the car.

It is said that this m1 rifle was recognized as the best rifle in World War II. American soldiers have never complained about the m1, but there are constant complaints in the hands of the infantry in South Korea. Most of the complaints are - the gun is too big and too heavy, and it is inconvenient to escape!

Alas! Children should stop playing with guns. Even if they can’t hit people, it’s not good to hit flowers and plants, right?

Looking at these unruly South Korean soldiers, the miserable deaths of South Korean soldiers in the ambush just now came to my mind again.

After waiting for a long time, these South Korean soldiers formed a scattered formation with American characteristics to touch the mountain amid the officers' scolding.

The fox formation and the Su-style group charge have their own advantages and disadvantages. The fox formation charge has few casualties, but the impact is not large, and the group charge is just the opposite. Although the impact is large, the casualties are even greater. Especially the advent of machine guns, it is a severe test for the group charge. Moreover, it seems that it is more important to pay more attention to the lives of soldiers and the outcome of war.

Maybe they never encountered resistance along the way, maybe they didn't know that their opponent was a volunteer army that had been through many battles, or maybe they knew that the Yalu River was right in front of them, these South Korean troops did not look like fighting at all, and they handed out cigarettes and borrowed fire along the way, talking and laughing, and routine patrols were just like this! Some South Korean soldiers didn't even take guns off their backs...

These guys must have regarded us as the remnant People's Army. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. There were at least two or three hundred volunteer soldiers stationed on this mountain. They all experienced many battles, and they were even more condescending to work. Oh... Of course, I can't count me... In this case, the South Korean army used the same force to attack with the same force, which was no different from seeking death, but they didn't know that every time they took a step forward, they were two feet closer to death.

A gunshot of "bang..." broke the brief silence of the valley.
Chapter completed!