The Seventeenth Section of Mei 2's Helplessness

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  The 13th Regiment, which was preparing to withdraw after Zhang Dabiao received the commendation order from Zhi Si, was required to hold off the enemy for about 10 days in a similar intelligent and brave manner with minimal casualties on the line from Mubanri to Sinheung-dong and Sumun-dong.

  Facing the powerful US 2nd Division, Zhang Dabiao immediately dispatched the 2nd Battalion to set up a solid position at Yulonpo. Zhang Dabiao did not intend to engage in a fierce battle with them. So, the temporarily assigned assault battalion's 1st Company Commander Qi Mu arrived at the regimental headquarters.

  "Qilian Chang, can you launch a night raid on the enemy's camp?" "Yes!" Qimu raised his head and chest with standard military posture and said loudly (the main force's sharp knife has its own pride)

  On a small hill package two kilometers north of Mugang-ri, the black regiment of the 9th Regiment of the US 2nd Division was resting on the mountain. Although it was transported by car, with the military truck technology of World War II, after sitting for a day, it was natural to have a sore waist and back pain, so they crawled into their sleeping bags one after another, although they were the vanguard picket troops dispatched by the regiment.

  However, the Beck unit, which had a glorious tradition of "You don't take me as human, I won't die for you", only sent out three attached Korean soldiers, and these three "second-class soldiers" were also sleeping by the fire. The commander of this hundred-man unit was originally assigned to be in charge, and he was even more helpless against these old soldiers, so he closed one eye and opened the other.

  Seeing the black soldiers dozing off by the bonfire, Qi Mu quietly conveyed to the soldiers behind him that the enemy soldiers were black, and when they went in to capture them later, they should be careful not to grab their faces or noses. Amidst the smiles of the soldiers, Qi Mu led a small team, taking advantage of the night to slowly infiltrate the enemy's camp.

  Nine men, three in a group, one living captive hand and one precise throat will twist the target down, then with the help of the deputy captive hand, quickly take off the prisoner's clothes and tie them up with a rope, and stuff smelly socks that have not been washed for a long time into the prisoner's mouth. And in the original place of the camp, there were three soldiers wearing US military uniforms pretending to sleep. The camp was so quiet, only the wood with moisture in it made a continuous crackling sound under the intense heat of the fire.

  Qī Mù slowly unzipped a sleeping bag, and the black soldier inside was snoring. Qī Mù made a slashing motion with his hand, then suddenly clamped his hand over the black soldier's mouth. The soldier beside him quickly cut open the American soldier's trachea. The black soldier frantically clawed at the air with both hands and kicked the ground with his feet, but with his trachea severed, he could only silently scream in terror as death slowly summoned him away.

  In less than an hour, a company of over 100 men was completely annihilated. Under Qi Mu's command, the bodies of more than 100 American soldiers were neatly arranged on the ground in the empty space of the camp. Three boxes of hand grenades captured from the enemy camp were buried under Captain Wolas' body, with a 1500-gram yellow explosive block underneath. The pull rings of the hand grenades and the detonator of the explosives were all connected to Beck's body.

  On the second day, the body of a black soldier was found. The soldiers from the 9th Regiment who came to watch were shocked by the sight of the soldier who had been killed with his throat cut, and Colonel Giesen cursed loudly, "This is a provocation against our US military!" When the soldiers next to him were helping to move the body, a violent explosion suddenly occurred, knocking down people around them. More than 300 hand grenades scattered in all directions, exploding in mid-air and on the ground, and flying shrapnel knocked down another dozen or so surrounding US soldiers. In this way, the US military lost more than 500 men.

  That night, as the darkness fell, the US military camp was surrounded by fortifications and bonfires were lit one after another. The sentries carefully watched the movements in the distance, and the US patrols walked along the bonfires.

  Looking at the US military sentry and patrol under the firelight, Qi Mu smiled. The snipers took aim at the patrolling US military and sentries, and after a burst of sporadic gunfire, the US patrol team and sentries fell again, the tense US military rushed out of their tents, holding guns in their hands, sweeping out tongues of fire towards any place with movement.

  Sniper rifle equipped with a silencer in the hands of a sniper, firing at exposed targets or those still engulfed in flames. Accurate bullets hit the enemy, wails of pain and cries for help in English "Damn it, I've been hit, come and save me" echoed continuously.

  Major Hans, who had just fired a burst of gunfire in the direction of the shots, looked at the bonfire not far away and, with a "damn" curse, loaded a shell into his gun. With a loud explosion, the bonfire went out. Then the soldiers followed suit, and the campsite was plunged into darkness again.

  The sniper who had lost his target stopped firing. The US military in the camp fell silent, listening carefully to the wind and grass around them, then fired a burst of shots at the place where the sound came from, rolled on the ground, and found a new hiding place.

  The incessant firing alleviated the soldiers' fear of the uncertain danger in the darkness. Meanwhile, more than 20 officers and men of the assault company had already sneaked to within over 30 meters of the enemy under the cover of the enemy's gunfire.

  Then he suddenly jumped up and threw three hand grenades at the enemy, then made a fierce run, and lay down on the ground, quickly crawling forward. A violent explosion sounded in the dense enemy crowd, and the enemy was instantly injured. Hans Major, who could not bear it, ordered the opening of the car lights, and a bright light suddenly appeared in the night, and the US military, which had already hidden, carefully searched for our officers and men under the illumination of the lamp.

  Our troops, wearing white undershirts inside out, were almost invisible, while our artillery on the reverse slope of the position, 4 60mm guns and 4 82mm guns, fired fiercely at the enemy at a rate of 12 rounds per minute. The well-placed light and heavy machine guns and snipers fired fiercely at the enemy's headlights. As night fell into darkness, only the occasional wailing from the US military camp proved that something had just happened.

  The commander of the 2nd Division, who was extremely angry and helpless, looked at the soldiers who were sleep-deprived every night and didn't know what to say. Zhang Dabiao sometimes attacked, sometimes retreated, sometimes occupied a high ground and defended it for two days, then quietly withdrew at night.

  Sometimes at night, they suddenly attacked and took down several highlands, only to mysteriously disappear. This mysterious tactic quickly made the already sparse hair of the 2nd Division commander fall out, forcing them to proceed with caution, naturally slowing down their pace. In the face of MacArthur's and Walker's dissatisfaction and reprimand, the 2nd Division finally arrived at Yongsan on the 20th.

  After the advance reconnaissance party was defeated by the 2nd Battalion, 4th Company of Li Daishi's troops on a hill, the artillery battalion of the US 2nd Division, 9th Regiment began to fire carelessly, and then planes casually dropped some bombs and napalm, clearing the trees on the mountain.

  Then the American army slowly crawled to the middle of the mountain and stopped advancing. The dozen or so puppet troops attached to each regiment slowly crouched down and climbed up. Then, after being swept away by a fierce barrage of firepower, the American army, which had thought it would take two days for our army to defend, retreated like a tide. There were only continuous artillery attacks, and no more American troops were sent to attack. They were desperately building fortifications to prevent our army's night raid.

  Our army began to release some American and puppet army prisoners of war on the 18th, and passed false information to the enemy through the captives, such as that our main force did not come to Korea, we just came to protect the power plant on the Yalu River, our army's ammunition and food were used up, and we would return home, etc. The deceived American army began to advance quickly, while the rear American army was emptied.

  On the second day, the Second Division of the US military saw hundreds of lightly and severely wounded soldiers on stretchers on the highway two kilometers away. They first called in sappers to carefully search the surrounding area for landmines, grenades, and other explosives. After confirming there were none, they called in medical personnel to take away the hundreds of wounded soldiers. Zhang Dabiao did not interfere, but thought about what Gao Quan had said: "Releasing this batch of enemy wounded soldiers can not only lure the enemy deeper, increase their burden, and enhance their war-weariness, but also publicize our military's good prisoner policy, reducing the intensity of the enemy's resistance next time."

  After learning about the situation of our army from the wounded, the bald commander of the US 2nd Division sent troops to slowly climb up the mountain. More than 200 American soldiers arrived at the top without encountering any resistance and saw a photo of Zhang Dabiao on the cross in the center of the position, with the words "Your opponent's commander" written in English next to it. An unbearable US soldier smashed his rifle butt over, and then in a series of explosions, more than 200 US soldiers were killed or wounded again.

  In this way, in the ten-day sniper battle, the US military actually lost more than 1,200 people. One regiment had casualties of over 400. Looking at the battle report, Gao Quan couldn't help but write with a smile on his face, and kicked Zhang Dabiao's butt with one foot, who was still smiling. He only said one sentence, "It's no wonder that I, Gao Quan, brought out such soldiers."