Chapter 50: The Bloody Battle of Ping'an Village 5
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As I watched nearly a hundred American soldiers engulfed in flames, screaming and running out of that massive inferno. Gaoquan thought of those Chinese soldiers who were burned by the Americans' napalm bombs, and those who died in the battle at Songbone Peak. Although he had read Wei Wei's "Who is the Most Lovable Person" as a child, when the battle ended and Gaoquan climbed up that small hill himself, looking at that unforgettable scene, even the strong-willed Gaoquan couldn't help but shed tears. Those charred bodies still clutched the enemy tightly in death, those grenades covered with brain matter, that land scorched black by napalm bombs, those lovable soldiers, all with the same youthful vigor, and the same bright futures as Chinese soldiers, why did they have to die so miserably? If it's your American technological superiority, then I'll use the captured weapons to let you taste the power of your own creations.
Gao Quan's eyes were blazing with fury, almost burning the retreating American soldiers to ashes. His gaze was terrifying, and even Qian Duo, who often joked with Gao Quan, didn't dare approach him. Qian Duo trembled and took a step back.
However, Gao Quan and his men were enjoying the show, while the US Air Force was carefully observing them. The previous loss had made the Air Force lose face, and if they didn't regain their dignity, they would be overshadowed by the Army and Navy, not to mention the congressional budget.
Under the scorching sun, the binoculars that Gao Quan used to observe the enemy were mistaken for a high-angle cannon sight. As a result, over a dozen planes swooped in, dropping bombs one after another. The observation post was quickly shrouded in smoke and flames.
Zhang Dabiao watched in shock as the division's observation post was bombed by American planes. He crawled through the tunnel and rushed to the side of the post, where the personnel were rapidly clearing away the camouflage materials. Zhang Dabiao, with tears streaming down his face, dug at the hard frozen earth with his bare hands, his fingers bleeding and his fingernails torn off.
After being pulled away by Deputy Commander Li Yi and having his wounds bandaged, Gao Quan was sent to the emergency room. When he came to, he learned that a large piece of flesh had been cut from the back of his thigh. He hastily lifted his pants and examined himself carefully, touching the wound repeatedly.
Fortunately, it wasn't serious! If it were, Gao Quan would have been devastated.
In the distance, Freeman was unaware that the commander of the besieged troops had just been shot and wounded. He stared blankly at the huge fire scene, vaguely seeing shadows, watching those who were burned alive, despite the scorching heat around him, but how could it warm that icy heart? Recalling General Lee's proposed "fire sea plus human sea" tactic, he couldn't help but mock himself: "So many officers have fallen on that son of a bitch's high wall, and General Lee is no exception. I actually dared to use this failed tactic to deal with him! Haha!" The less than 2,000 American troops no longer dared to come out and attack, hiding in shelters and artillery caves, drinking wine looted from the quartermaster, and reveling wildly! Facing a hopeless situation and an out-of-control army, Freeman was deeply desperate. After reporting the true situation of his troops to the division headquarters, the commander of the 2nd Division told him: "Hold on, I will immediately send planes to pick up the main officers of your regiment."
The main officers of the regiment were summoned to the regimental headquarters in an underground bunker under the pretext of a meeting. The dark bunker was lit only by burning candles, with no sound, slowly disappearing, drop by drop, dripping into the originally desperate hearts. Freeman broke the terrifying silence first, bowing his head and saying in a low voice, "The division commander said that since our regiment has no possibility of breaking through or being rescued, in order to protect the main strength of our regiment's battle-experienced officers, so as to rebuild later, we will send planes to rescue us." Then there was another silence. Would it be worth it for those who were still fighting and had died? If they didn't leave, they would likely die in the enemy's attack that night, and at best become prisoners of war. Everyone was hesitant. This was when the sound of helicopters came from the sky, and Freeman soon saw Colonel Chiles, the chief of operations of the division headquarters. However, the Communist army's sudden mortar fire quickly hit the side of the enemy plane, and the two officers ran quickly into the nearest bunker. The soldiers looked at the two jumping officers with indifference, and then there were several loud explosions. The three U.S. helicopters were also destroyed. Jack Chiles was crying and laughing, unsure whether to celebrate his escape from the enemy's artillery fire or lament the destruction of his escape tool. Only good friend Freeman glared at him angrily. The soldiers were quickly mobilized to prepare for escape, with a way to survive, the U.S. military who had been listless and disobedient earlier quickly gathered in front of their superiors, preparing everything from ammunition to supplies.
In the outer periphery of Pingliang, a fierce and tragic sniper battle was also taking place on the enemy's sniping position.
On the 13th, when Li Qiming was attacked in Pingli, he sent out the US Second Division's 38th Regiment to reinforce from the north, but it was blocked by the 116th Division at the foot of the mountain. Despite the enemy sending hundreds of planes to bomb, dozens of tanks, and dozens of heavy artillery shells, the field fortifications on the mountains had been flattened, and the soldiers used the huge craters created by the enemy's heavy bombs as trenches, bravely sniping at the enemy. On every mountain that blocked the enemy's advance, there were soldiers from the 39th Army's 116th Division firing at the enemy with various weapons. After three battles, the 16th Division, which had only over 7,000 men left, was still stubbornly blocking the US Second Division's 38th Regiment, which was not much larger in number. Every minute was a bloody battle. It wasn't until the arrival of the assault battalion's third and fourth companies, as well as the light tank company, that the pressure on the 116th Division was greatly relieved. The enemy suddenly found that there were enemies everywhere, and they could hardly get any rest. They couldn't even sleep for a minute, and it was a luxury to hope for! Either they would be shelled at night, or their sentries would be taken away by the enemy, and temporary barracks doors would be mined, and going out would mean being blown up. What's more, the enemy had been putting laxatives in the water source, which animals could tolerate but humans couldn't. The taste was like a tsunami... Adding to this were the constant cold guns and cannons, so the enraged enemy developed the habit of using bombs or shells to flatten every mountain head or forest along the way. However, the elusive enemy continued to appear, and the helpless commander of the 38th Regiment discovered that the ammunition truck had not arrived. Thinking about the cunning of the Communist army, it was clear that the weakly defended ammunition supply convoys would not have a good ending. Therefore, despite Li Qiming's repeated orders, the 38th Regiment remained stagnant!
