Chapter 993: Red Sun Rise

After receiving an order from a superior, Zhou Qingfeng threw the fast column to the command of the 'old machine gun'. He drove a jeep in person and returned to Gutu with more than 300 trucks.
Dozens of kilometers of mountain roads are only two or three hours. There are a large number of volunteer soldiers on the roads to direct the roads. It is said that the results of the Xingnan offensive completely alarmed the 9th Corps, and the 58th and 59th Divisions that originally surrounded Xiali sent a regiment to support it.
The car arrived in the ancient soil. Zhou Qingfeng had just been bombed in this place. It should be a US military B-26 from Yuanshan Airport, one hundred kilometers away, and the incendiary bombs had been reimbursed for a large warehouse.
"Don't worry, those warehouses have already been evacuated by us, and they are pretending where they are." Zhou Qingfeng was a 59th Division political commissar who shook hands tightly when he met: "Young man, you Great work. Thank you on behalf of the soldiers of the division! "
Zhou Qingfeng was unfamiliar with the fifty-ninth division and could only answer a few simple words. But the old veteran soldier on the opposite side was struggling with both hands and choked endlessly. "If it weren't for the heavy artillery you got, we would have no way of taking the enemies in the encirclement."
According to the report, the 1st Division of the 6th War in Hagari built an airfield, constantly removing the wounded from the air and obtaining supplies for weapons and ammunition. The firepower advantage was overwhelming. The siege of the Volunteer Army's several divisions was useless, but it was impossible to attack, but the casualties were heavy.
As soon as the howitzers and heavy mortars seized from the ancient soil were in place, the Americans immediately tasted the bombardment. The most important thing is to paralyze its airport and interrupt its access to supplies. Without a steady stream of ammunition, the besieged US military immediately contracted their positions, and they were much better off.
Speaking to the division political commissar, Zhou Qingfeng also saw a large group of soldiers busy with repairing buildings in ancient soil. But looking at the extent of its crude, it is obviously a fake target that attracts enemy bombing. His jeep continued to drive forward, and soon came to a hidden staging area.
"Let's come to a camp now, take a camp. All the beggars come, all the local tyrants." The political commissar of the division introduced with a smile, "I heard that you have brought more than 300 cars and equipment. What are they? ? "
"It's mainly American field coats, military pants, shoes, hats, gloves and other things, as well as the US military supplies. I think these things should be the most in short supply." Zhou Qingfeng said.
"It's in short supply, it's really in short supply." The political commissar of the division couldn't wait to see the loading and unloading of the vehicles. Immediately after the unpacked box was opened, someone came to collect it, and finally the soldiers of bitter haha ​​finally smiled. And the convoy kept on, unloading one and taking one, and continued to go to Xingnan Port to grab the shipment.
"The American clothes are really good, warm and light. I like their gloves the most, which can solve the big problems." The political commissar of the teacher raised his hand and showed Zhou Qingfeng the sheepskin gloves he was wearing. "No gloves, hands Holding a rifle will stick to it and freeze a layer of skin alive. "
Frozen a layer of skin? More than a layer of skin! Failure to shoot is to be killed for life. Imagine that the soldiers could not even fire when they attacked the enemy. What was the scene?
The car continued to drive past another medical clinic. Dozens of captured U.S. military medics and a large number of volunteer medical staff are busy, full of blood and screams. From time to time someone can still be heard shouting, "Are there still morphine? How many morphine is left in stock?"
There is a basket at the entrance of the medical clinic. Inside it are cut off arms or thighs, blood is frozen on the basket, and ice crystals are hanging on it. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was paying attention to the wounded in the medical clinic, the teacher and political commissar said, although pained, "This is the best situation."
"How many people need amputation?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"Many, many." The division political commissar couldn't tell the exact number, but said affirmatively: "Without this US military medical company you captured, our soldiers would not even be able to amputate. And without you In winter clothes, more soldiers will need amputations. "
"I heard that a company was frozen to death by ambushing in the snow?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
This remark was sad, but the political commissar of the division still nodded, "Yes, some companies froze to death due to perseverance, and some companies froze because of ambush. There are also a large number of soldiers marching, camping, We have suffered non-combat attrition in the course of combat. We have really suffered heavy losses. "
"Since the loss is so great, hasn't the Corps thought that this battle should be fought?" This is a question that Yokohama had in Zhou Qingfeng's heart for a long time. The thought of a large number of loyal and fearless soldiers sacrifice for a series of wrong decisions, he felt uncomfortable.
Even ... Zhou Qingfeng also hated Taizu. The Nine Corps rushed into the DPRK and had a great connection with Taizu's desire for the Volunteers to kill the Sixth War One Division. If you can slow down, it ’s okay for a few days or even hours on the way to the battlefield!
The jeep continued, and the division political commissar took Zhou Qingfeng out of the ancient soil. Their destination was to bypass the battlefield and head to the Ninth Corps Command. The reason why Zhou Qingfeng didn't leave the copy immediately was to want to look at Xiayuli and Liutanli. These two places are the main battlefields of Changjin Lake.
Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's question, the division political committee did not immediately answer. He also seemed confused, unwilling, angry, and thinking. At the end of the day, when the two arrived in Xialang, Zhou Qingfeng urged to get out of the car to see the battlefield and see where he put all his efforts into trying to save.
The one-night battle continued, and both sides fought quite hard. Each hill, every position, every foxhole contended. The troops who had recovered from the ancient soil returned by car and immediately attacked with high morale. On the other hand, the US military is shrinking consciously.
Shelling, shooting, bombing, hand-to-hand combat, the most sensible madness of mankind on the battlefield, all want to kill each other. Zhou Qingfeng climbed up to a hill that had already been captured and held a telescope to look down into the valley below. There were still a large number of American troops resisting the attack by volunteers.
In this flesh-and-blood battlefield, there is an entanglement with mania, indifference and blood, honor and tragedy. The sky suddenly lit with a glimmer of light, and a red sun was slowly rising. Behind Red Sun, several enemy aircraft roared.
On this battlefield of blood and fire, the long silent political commissar suddenly said, "We did make a lot of mistakes in this battle, which is a pity that we think afterwards. In order to recover these mistakes, we have to At great sacrifice.
Wrong is wrong, we don't justify it too much. But what if you just stare at these errors? How can one not make mistakes? How could a battle not be wrong? How can a country not make mistakes? Can you find an existence that will never make mistakes?
Before things come to an end ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Who knows if errors are the only way to success? How can you know how powerful the U.S. military is without fighting the United States? It's also good to make mistakes early, and it's easier to correct them.
The key is whether to learn from mistakes and make sacrifice valuable. At least we didn't cry and regret after making mistakes. We still have to fight Americans, we still have to continue to strengthen ourselves. No matter whether it is ten, twenty, fifty, one hundred years, we still have to move towards prosperity! "
Based on the thoughts of Zhou Qingfeng's later generations, he would definitely be unwilling to make unnecessary sacrifice. If he wants to die, he must shake his head. But these ancestors came out of the disaster-ridden old world. They really looked down on life and death for the future of the country.
Defamation, slander, ridicule, ridicule, think about the sixty years that China will still experience too many mistakes and tribulations, and the right way to return to the top of the world is full of thorns. Are all these mistakes made in more than sixty years worthless?
Can a person never make mistakes in his years of growth? Is there no value in mistakes? Failure is the mother of success, and it is better to move forward than to repent!
With the rising sun on the sky and watching the long flowing river in the mountains, Zhou Qingfeng, who was in a mood, suddenly laughed. There was a saying in his heart—the red sun rose at the beginning of the day, and its way was bright; the river was flowing, and the ocean was flowing; Qianlong Tengyuan, scale claws flying ...
"Just complaining about past inadequacies and mistakes is meaningless. It doesn't seem to be so wise. In fact, I should be grateful that I can not only see the innocence of the first test of the motherland, but also experience the majesty of its dominion over the world. I am just a small person Rather than remorse and complain, it is better to be yourself. "
After all, this China ... has a promising future, and it is worthwhile for us to travel with us. 8