12, we continued to move forward and climbed over a hill. The slope was not high, but there were several strange rocks standing on the left and right sides. As soon as we arrived, we saw an enemy team in front of us from a distance. We hurriedly took cover. Looking carefully on both sides, there was about a platoon of troops. Chief Chen said: "This should be We ambushed an enemy search team, and then outflanked them. Everyone was ready to fight. "After hearing this, we unscrewed the grenades from their ropes, opened the submachine gun and got into a battle formation.
and others came closer and took a closer look. This group of enemy troops was the Southern Puppet Army. It is easy for us Asians to identify them. They generally have yellow faces and are not tall. However, the American troops have white skin and are generally taller. There are also black people who are also taller. higher. At that time, none of us in the volunteer army had ever seen black people. When we saw them for the first time, especially at night, we were all frightened. We thought that there was really no black and white in the world, and we made a lot of jokes.
The difference between Asians and Europeans and Americans is very obvious (from the Internet)
At this time, the search team had reached about 50 meters. Section Chief Chen looked back at us and said: "Everyone listen to my order and must do it within one minute. Everyone threw three grenades." Everyone nodded at the same time, holding the hoop with their hands, waiting for Section Chief Chen's order.
At this time, the enemy was three to five meters closer, and they were completely unaware of our ambush.
Chief Chen shouted: "Hit."
We fired the grenades and threw them out at almost the same time. After throwing out two more grenades in the same operation, we divided into two small teams, and followed the three-three system The battle formation launched an attack, quickly turning left and right to outflank them.
We used rapid firepower to rain down bullets on the enemy from the left and right sides. We hit and charged fiercely, crushing the enemy in an instant. There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. The remaining enemies turned around and fled when they saw that the situation was not good. We immediately followed and pursued for more than two miles. Section Chief Chen noticed that we had deviated from the crossing direction and immediately ordered to stop the pursuit and continue to advance to the 737 Highlands in the south.
Volunteers are digging fortifications or air-raid shelters (sourced from the Internet)
This is an inaccessible barren mountain with a towering main peak, which is a huge natural obstacle. The branches extend in all directions, shaped like eagle claws, branching out into many ravines on the back of the mountain, with steep cliffs and twists and turns, like an indistinguishable maze.
The mountainous areas of North Korea have been neglected since the winter. The paths are covered with snow and the trees are dense and the grass is deep. We had no guide, so we relied on Section Chief Chen to hold the north compass in his hand to identify the direction and open the way forward. Just like this, we climbed the cliff and trekked tenaciously for nearly two hours, and finally climbed up to the 737-meter-high ridge. There are enemies on both sides of the saddle-shaped peaks facing you.
From a distance, the enemy sentries can be seen smoking on their posts. Gradually, the enemy soldiers on the mountain could be heard humming minor tune . They thought that the front line was still far ahead, but they did not expect that the volunteer army's outposts were right under their noses, and that the follow-up troops would arrive soon.
Section Chief Chen took us unprepared and reported the enemy's firepower configuration and favorable terrain on Highland 737 to the main force of the 352nd Regiment of the Sharp Knife Regiment one by one through the walkie-talkie , so as to cover the rapid advance of the troops.
We climbed over Highland 737 and gathered and paused in the gentle valley at the foot of the mountain. We were all surprised. We couldn't believe that we could cross the mountain so smoothly without the enemy noticing. Moreover, the southern puppet enemy troops along the way were not as strict as the US military in guarding their positions. Scattered enemy troops are often seen on the road. They often gather in groups under the trees beside the road. They even lie down and upright in the ditches on the roadside, exhausted and listless.
We relied on the sunshine of the snow halo to check the nearby terrain and identify the direction to continue. We confirmed that the route we took this time was correct and we were not far from the final goal. The hour hand just pointed to 12 o'clock. We passed through Gucun and crossed southward, which is the road from Longtouli to Hengcheng and Taifeng and Guangtian on the road.
At this time, an enemy convoy was speeding towards the intersection of No. 3 Highway in the southeast of Guangtian. A jeep was seen leading the way, followed by more than 100 trucks and artillery vehicles. The headlights were on in broad daylight, and the light was dazzling. Suddenly, four giant tanks rushed out from the convoy, rumbling and driving forward in an earth-shattering manner; there were also some cars behind that followed the tanks and moved forward.
They thought this was the rear far away from the front line, unsuspecting, mighty and bright.
This should be an artillery battalion of the Pseudo-8th Division. We reported the firearms equipment we saw, the number of trucks, and their direction to the main force of the Sharp Knife Regiment.
Heavy tanks of the US military (from the Internet)
However, suddenly I found that the drivers of the more than 100 trucks were obviously foreigners with white skin and big noses. They looked like Americans, but not very much. I reported this question to Section Chief Chen. Section Chief Chen looked at it intently for a while and then lowered his head to think.
I said to Section Chief Chen: "Chief, these more than 100 large trucks are pulling howitzers, and the drivers are big-nosed foreigners. This is not an ordinary convoy. We have to get closer to investigate!" "
Section Chief Chen nodded, but lowered his head and remained silent.
After a long time, he looked up at the howitzer convoy going away and said: "Our main task is about to be completed. Originally, we shouldn't add any more extraneous matters, but Haibin, you are right. This convoy is definitely not the howitzer convoy of the Pseudo Eighth Division. The direction is not going north, but going south. There is something strange in this. "h Sanshun next to tml1
said: "Chief Chen, let me go with Haibin. I can speak Korean and he can speak English. Let's sneak in and investigate carefully. If we get to the bottom of it, we will feel at ease."
"Chief , I’ll go too, and the three of us will take care of each other,” Tai Fengkui also rushed to say.
"Okay, the three of you will go together. You are not allowed to fight. You only need to find out the information and return. Remember, no matter whether there is any result or not, you must meet us at the foot of Guangtian Nanshan before eight o'clock in the evening. Three short and one long. The flashlight light was the signal. "
So we packed up and immediately chased the artillery convoy going south.
The three of us trotted all the way, taking the mountain road to the south for about two hours. At this time, the sun in the west was about to set. Looking from a distance, a thick layer of white snow fell on the southern slopes, but the white snow was reflected in the sunset. It showed a red color under the reflection of the snow. I had never seen such a snow scene before, as if I had gone to the Arctic Circle .
The three of us walked down the hillside through calf-deep snow, and saw a line of large trucks lined up down the hillside, as well as nearly a hundred tents scattered sparsely around the hillside.
It was completely dark at this time. The three of us discussed with each other for a while, and we all felt that grabbing the tongue and bringing it back was the lowest-cost solution. However, if we wanted to verify it with multiple parties, we still had to observe it closely.
French Reinforced Artillery Battalion (sourced from the Internet)
Just like that, the three of us put our cotton-padded jackets on inside out to reveal the white underlay, crawled around the guards in front and behind, and crawled towards the largest tent in the southwest, which was on the way we climbed. , several meteors suddenly flashed across the sky, and the light suddenly shone in all directions, dazzling.
Not long after, I climbed to the slope of the tent. I walked around and slowly looked up. Several big noses were poking around the big map. The camp stove behind me was brewing coffee, and the fragrance was overflowing. to our noses.
I looked at the big map attentively, and saw a few foreigners with big noses poking at a few terrains with their hands, but it was obvious that they were scratching around a place name - " Tupingli ". As soon as I thought about it, I immediately understood the three points. I turned around and looked in the distance as if the whistle was about to change. I made a return gesture to the two of them, but they didn't know what was going on and wanted to get some more clues. I shook my head and nodded, signaling to them that I basically understood everything.
So, we slowly turned back and looked up. The flags of the artillery camps in front and behind us and the orderly changing of posts were all white-skinned foreigners with big noses.We arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Guangtian on time and met up with Section Chief Chen. I panted and reported to the Section Chief: "Section Chief, I, we have found out clearly."
"Don't worry, drink water and speak slowly." With that said, he handed me a kettle.
After I breathed evenly, I said to Section Chief Chen: "Section Chief, this is indeed not the artillery battalion of the Pseudo-8th Division, but a French reinforced artillery battalion. They are heading to a place called Tupingli for reinforcements; This Topyeong-ri is located about 60 miles east of Seoul (Seoul); west of our current location In the south, it is located in the northwest of Hengcheng. "
The section chief asked: "How can you tell that it is a French artillery battalion? And it is going to reinforce Tupingli?" "
" First of all, what I see is the French flag, and The flags of the US military are different. Secondly, they all look slightly different. Europeans are more gentlemanly and rigorous. Like the ruffians in the American soldiers, why did they go to Toopingri? I saw a few French guys in the commander's tent pointing at Toopingri on the map, and I looked at it from the map. I saw above that the terrain in Dipingli is the most important. It is typically easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is a choke point that military strategists must fight for. ”
The terrain in Dipingli is the most important, and it is a choke point that military strategists must fight for (sourced from the Internet)
Sanshun and Tai Fengkui next to them also added: "Section chief, it is indeed like this. Haibin is right."
Chen The section chief spread out the map and stared at Di Pingli, pondering for a long time.
In the span of a cigarette, Section Chief Chen raised his head and said to us: "Hainbin, the three of you have made a great contribution this time. This information is very valuable. I guess the United Nations Army may have found out that the Puppet Eighth Division cannot hold it. ; Brothers fighting, father and son fighting in battle, this Li Qiwei is not a good quarrel. He puts the Pseudo 8th Division at the front and treats them as cannon fodder. I think he should be the real quarrel. In Dipingli! "
" Yes, I think there is at least one reinforced regiment in Dipingli, plus a reinforced artillery battalion in France, and probably a tank company, so there are almost more than 6,000 troops. The soldiers are well fed, waiting for the rabbits, and waiting for the hard work. Let's quickly send a report to the rear troops! "
"Okay, send the report immediately," Section Chief Chen ordered.
After the report was sent, we all breathed a sigh of relief, hugged each other for warmth, and fell asleep.
Afterwards, we learned that our superiors did not pay enough attention to our intelligence this time, and took it for granted that the force of Topingli could only be one battalion at most. This was the tragedy of the "bloody Topingli" that followed.
The Bloody Pingli (from the Internet)
To be continued (This novel is adapted from the history of the 40th Army to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Any similarities are purely coincidental)
