Chapter 59: Breaking the Sabbath's Momentum 8
Everyone collects
It was still early spring in Korea two months later, the frozen rivers began to thaw, and large chunks of ice crashed against the riverbanks. On the mountain tops along the highway blown by the north wind, the black pines were trembling, and the newly sprouted trees were also swaying back and forth. Even wearing "Arctic down" coats, the American soldiers couldn't withstand this biting cold, the sentry by the fire pit was already unable to bear this piercing north wind that could penetrate through clothes, his shaking hands couldn't even hold a flickering cigarette steady. "Mac! Mac! Your turn, you damn bastard, get out of your sleeping bag and take over!" "Mac, Mac, come quick!"
At this time, Liu Changying and Li Dash were slowly crawling up the enemy's mountain waist, wearing reverse cotton clothes that blended into the snow. On the outside of their cotton shoes was a large piece of dry grass, not to mention the metal rifle with only the black muzzle and empty trigger exposed. The soldiers advancing on all fours tried not to make any noise, but Li Dash, being rough, accidentally stepped heavily and fell into a small hole where the ice and snow had melted, making a loud cracking sound that echoed far in the quiet night. "Who" The American military shouted loudly and immediately fired a burst of bullets into the sky. The sudden gunfire woke up the sleeping American soldiers. In their haste to put on their clothes, they grabbed their weapons and full clips, hand grenades, and rushed out urgently.
When the flare burst into the sky, American soldiers crouched in their well-built trenches, tensely aiming their guns at every suspicious place. The 60mm cannon also fired randomly at the surrounding mountains and foothills. This was after illuminating the ground, a vast expanse of white snow! There was no sign of the enemy anywhere. At this time, Liu Changyin had already been hit by shrapnel in the abdomen, dark red blood flowing continuously into the snowy ground, and his vitality slowly ebbing away. The American soldiers, unable to find any trace of the enemy, finally lost their patience, abandoned their firing positions, and crawled into their sleeping bags amidst a chorus of complaints, only to let that damned Mike go on duty.
Liu Changying was quickly sent down, and the furious Li Dasheng cut off the throat of the dozing Mack with one knife. With his soldiers, they quietly killed the US military who had just fallen asleep in their sleeping bags. Then they moved their bodies out of the sleeping bags, dragged them down the mountain, and hid them in a "natural refrigerator". Liu Changying was still deeply unconscious due to excessive blood loss, even after being transfused with a lot of blood, and needed a long time to recover. Li Dasheng regretfully slapped his own face repeatedly at the entrance of the field hospital.
"Let go, doctor! The master is not going to make it!" Zhang Xiaoshan shouted frantically, as he and a group of soldiers from the instructor's guard unit burst through the hospital doors, carrying a stretcher. Li Daishi stared blankly at the scene, the large red cross on the white curtain was so glaring, before crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
Busy Zhang Dabiao was running around in the hospital, his two trusted generals suddenly fainted, which was difficult for him to accept. Fortunately, Deputy Commander Li Yi, who had gone to attend a high-level cadre training session, returned to face the crisis. Decisive Li immediately organized troops to set up sniper strongholds along the retreat route, then organized the logistics department and headquarters of the division to quickly withdraw from the 42nd Army's sniper positions at Zhongyuan Mountain and Luoshan, and sent the wounded to the General Hospital.
The next day, the Eighth Regiment was shocked to discover that more than 300 people who were on guard at several mountain heads on the retreat route had disappeared! There was no fierce battle, no cannon fire, only dark-colored blood lines dripping on the ground. The panicked commander of the Eighth Regiment immediately began to withdraw, but the crowded convoy frequently suffered attacks from mortars and other weapons, and some scattered Chinese troops were pinned down by enemy snipers on important highlands. The more chaotic the enemy was, the more they believed that there was a huge conspiracy against them! And it was very likely that they wanted to destroy the Eighth Regiment again. So, regardless of the cost, the Eighth Regiment, after losing more than 300 people, met with the US Twenty-fourth Division troops who came to support them head-on. General Li's repeated strict orders and the arrival of reinforcements gave the courage to the frightened Eighth Regiment, which slowly began to move northward until they crashed into the solid defense line of the 42nd Army, only stopping after suffering heavy casualties.
"How did Gao Heizi get hurt? How could he be in a coma for so many days and still not wake up!" Looking at the severe questioning from Wen Junlang and Wu Junlang, Qian Duo couldn't help but burst into tears. "Gao Shizhang's wound got infected, I thought he was just slightly injured and needed to rest, so I focused on returning home with Li Yi. I didn't expect..." "What did the doctor say? Can he wake up?" Wen Junlang asked anxiously, Wu Junlang also looked over with concern. "We've done all we can, now it's up to fate! If Shizhang's will is strong, he'll definitely wake up! This is what Wang Yisheng from headquarters said when he rushed here, and Shizhang can't have penicillin injections, he's allergic." Looking at Qian Duo's hanging head, everyone fell silent.
Li Daishi woke up and, since the troops were in a state of repair, he spent the whole day staring at the two hospital doors across from each other, those of Gao Quan and Liu Changyuan, and Zhang Xiaoshan. Li Daishi's face was covered with stubble, his cotton-padded jacket had holes scratched all over it, and was stained with various colors from gunpowder and cannon fire.
When the old general saw these two soldiers, who were washing mantou with cold water at the door of the ward, their faces thin and yellow. He said painfully and angrily, "Who let you bring them here? Send them back to their original unit!"
The dean on the side hastily explained, "Leader, it's not that we don't want to, but every time we send them back to Independent First Division, they sneak in again at night, and we can't guard against it!"
"Then send them back now. I'll talk to their political commissar and deputy regimental commander, and tell them to tighten up their management." Said Vice Commander Han timely from behind.
At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open with a creak, and a nurse wearing white clothes who had just come out of Gao Quan's ward looked at so many people wanting to disturb her Prince Charming, and she couldn't bear it. Regardless of the director's displeasure, she drove away this group of people, even Zhang Xiaoshan and Li Dash, who were as still as stones, immediately ran far away.
Looking at the smiling old general, the nurse said "General, even if you are a military commander or a battalion commander, it's not allowed, the patient needs rest and quiet to recover, please understand!" Looking at the determined nurse who blocked them outside the door, the old general and others smiled and said "Then we'll come next time! Little comrade, you're doing your best is a good comrade!" Then they left with a large group of leaders from the Volunteer Army headquarters.
