The night is desolate, the mountains are mist and cliffs. The flames in the sky are accompanied by unpleasant smoke.

Gunshots could be heard around, and enemy cannons roared, and explosions rose and fell. The volunteers' positions were like small boats floating in the sea. I don't know when a big wave hits it, and it will never be reborn.

Wang Yang's heart was sinking. Wang Yang felt the crisis of death, and felt that he had the heart but lacked strength. However, the glory of the warrior made him never give up easily. The volunteer army did not give up in tradition, and their goal was to win one after another.

For the position, he had no time to think about anything else. He only knew that as long as he did not fall, the position could not be abandoned. Before the last moment, he would never give up easily. He was still fighting, he was still shooting, and he saw running figures everywhere in the mountains, and the enemy still felt the power of death under his gun.

The enemy's heavy machine gunner followed Wang Yang again and fired. Wang Yang felt a sudden attack like a storm. He finally could not stand up and lie dormant in the trenches of the blocking position.

The heavy machine gun was still shooting him suppressively, and the sound of the enemy's footsteps slowly came.

All the grenades had been thrown and the bullets were exhausted. Wang Yang even thought of death and the task that might not be completed. He was filled with anxiety, but a voice shouted in his heart: "Don't give up, you must not give up, you must persevere!"

So, he was still insisting, he was still avoiding the enemy's attack. He knew that as long as he was not dead, the battle was still going on. However, under the strafing of heavy machine guns, his room for movement became smaller and smaller. Under the cover of machine guns, the enemy was getting closer and closer to him, and even the figures of encircled enemy troops appeared behind him...

However, at this moment, the loud charge suddenly sounded on the hill, shocking the entire fierce battle position like a strong hurricane.

At this moment, Liu Changgen, who was dying on the ground, showed a trace of comfort in his eyes.

At this moment, he was hit by a bullet. Xiang Hongqi, who was trying hard to get up to stop the enemy from advancing, fell to the ground with tears of excitement in his eyes.

At this moment, Wang Yang, who was fighting dozens of times of South Korean soldiers, let out a roar. He shouted and stood up. The bullets in his hand rushed towards the enemy with all the anger and resentment in his heart.

All the South Korean soldiers showed disbelief in their eyes. The American soldiers who were supervising the battle behind slowly retreated in horror. A momentum that made him feel unstoppable came from the Volunteer Army's positions. No matter how many of them were, no matter how advanced their weapons were, no matter how fierce their firepower was, they felt that the shocking and killing spirit came from the Volunteer Army's positions, they could not deal with it at all.

"Roar! Shoot at the enemy!"

The dark flames suddenly sounded like hell in the battlefield, and the enemies who blocked the back of the position fell to the ground one after another. Countless figures surged out from behind Wang Yang, angry faces, excited expressions, and decisive charges rushed towards the enemies on the position like a tide.

They crossed the ocean, they crossed the blood stains that Liu Changgen once left, and they stepped over the positions that blocked the red flag. Their bullets were denser than the rain. The grenades they threw were as terrifying as hail, and the bright red flags fluttered on the positions. The blood-like red red appeared brilliant and sacred under the night, as if telling the United Nations that this was a heroic team that would never give up.

The enemy was panicked, the enemy was scared, and the enemy's arrogance was completely wiped out.

I just saw the victory, so I mustered up my courage, but amid the earth-shaking shouts on the battlefield, their bravery disappeared without a trace. Even if the US military's supervisor was guarding behind, they could not stop the enemy's escape. What's more, the US military's supervisor saw the situation and their retreat speed was far beyond that of South Korean officers and soldiers.

As the military horn sounded warmly, along the mountain road that was still burning, Li Bingqun from the 2nd Platoon of the 1st Company of the 563rd Regiment of the 188th Division almost passed through the flames. He led all the commanders and soldiers of the second platoon from the second platoon to the position north of the Fahua Cave like the wind.

After forcing for three hours, they climbed more than 20 kilometers of rugged mountains. The difficulty can be imagined.

The volunteer soldiers were panting and sweating all over. Some soldiers even had their physical strength overdrawn due to the excessive intensity of their rushing, and their faces were pale and foaming in their mouths, but they were still gritting their teeth and persevering.

None of them said they were tired, none of them said they wanted to stop and rest. After nearly three hours of marching, they did not stop for a moment, because they found that there was almost never a firearm sound from the northern position of the Fahua Cave that had been cut off in one night, as well as the rolling fires and the roar of enemy shells.

This is a fierce battle between brothers and comrades in the army, this is a fierce battle with their enemies, this is a comrades defending their defense with their lives. It may kill their comrades in one minute late, and it may make their comrades shed less blood by one minute long. Time is life. Comrades and comrades are fighting with their fierce enemies with their lives, and how dare they not go to the forefront without fighting to the death, and they have made all their efforts for the position and for the final victory?

Now everyone knows that the United Nations Army has already been bare-handed and used all its equipment and weapons. They even launched the most cruel attack on our army in history. The image of the 180th Division surrounded the 180th Division and then ate several of our troops. They charged continuously on the positions on the Tieyuan line for five days and five nights, including planes, cannons, tanks, and incendiary bombs... The enemy has torn off their hypocritical faces, and has even used incendiary bombs and poison gas.

Because the 189th Division fought fiercely with the enemy for several days and nights, they had suffered heavy casualties. Now one division is fighting so hard that it is less than a regiment of troops. However, this high ground in the north of the Fahua Cave is an important path to defend the Tieyuan transportation line. The enemy will definitely take care of it. Even if they fight their lives, they want to seize this position. The pressure on the volunteer soldiers on the position can be imagined.

I have not contacted the troops guarding Fengshan for a whole day and a night. There was originally a reinforced platoon here, but after so long, how many people are there? Can they still hold their positions?

However, gunfire sounds on the positions, explosions are still ringing, and the incendiary bombs dropped by the enemy are still raging, which means that there are still comrades who are persisting. They cannot be killed and burned. They are still fighting bloody battles with the rampant enemy. Their persistence and their efforts must not be wasted because of their late rescue.

Finally rushed up, but what I saw was a scene.

The position north of the Fahua Cave has long been gone. It is full of smoke, tar, the smell of blood, flames everywhere, corpses and debris everywhere, as well as loess gravel, and the limbs of weapons.

I could not see my comrades, but only saw the enemy's army raging on the position, and their panic guns were sounding everywhere. All the soldiers rushed up, with hatred for the enemy and respect for the comrades in the guard positions. They were desperate and moved forward. The submachine guns that roared in anger were the best gifts for the enemy, killing all enemies. Only by defending the position could the heroic souls feel relieved.

"Comrades, thank you for your hard work!"

Two bloody figures stood up on the stormy position, covered in tar and loess, and were covered in rags. There were even bullet holes and scratches on the military uniform. In the night, the tar and blood were mixed together. Facing the dark face, there were only a pair of soldiers with white faces, but were filled with relief and grief. Li Bingqun felt his eyes astringent. He quickly walked forward and felt the sound and couldn't help but whimper.

Without any words, Wang Yang ran to Xiang Hongqi and found that the strong soldier was not dead yet. Seeing him showing a very difficult smile, Wang Yang silently helped him up. The two of them supported each other and walked with their shaking bodies as if they were about to fall down at any time. Li Bingqun and a soldier couldn't help but go up to support him, but they still didn't stop, but just moved forward silently and firmly. Finally, they walked to a figure that was almost bloody and fuzzy. They stopped and helped up their bodies with tears.

This is a soldier whose arm has been blown off. His face and body are covered with blood. Even shrapnel on his stomach have a deep wound that can be seen in his internal organs. But he is still breathing. Although his eyes are unsightly, he still feels as if he is Liu Changgen. He is only a few minutes away. As long as he persists for a few more minutes, he can save his life, but...

"Call the health officers over and help the soldiers bandage them!"

Li Bingqun snatched a step. He helped Liu Changgen up, and Xiang Hongqi's thighs and shoulders were injured. He was overwhelmed. Li Bingqun looked at Liu Changgen in his hand, and then looked at Wang Yang and Xiang Hongqi, who were covered in blood. His face was full of sadness and sobbing and said:

"Comrades are fighting hard, we are late!"

"Are the formation...the position...the guarded?"

Liu Changgen raised his head vigorously and looked at the tears of Li Bingqun and the crying Li Bingqun. He asked weakly.

"Old squad leader, don't worry, we are in the position, and the position will never be taken away by the enemy!"

Wang Yang felt that he could not stop his tears. He wanted to show a little smile to Liu Changgen, but grinned as if he was like crying, but he told Liu Changgen with his eyes that no one could support their determination to guard the position.

"Okay...good...you're all good soldiers, tell...tell the leaders...we didn't slander the troops..."

"You...you must guard...the formation..."

Liu Changgen even showed a smile on his face, but finally he looked at Li Bingqun and made his last voice deeply, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"Squad leader, squad leader! You... don't leave, you also have to help us defend our position... squad leader!"

The sound of shouting at the red flag sounded in the sad night. His cry seemed to spread throughout the position, but he could no longer call back the heroic spirits. The dark night seemed to be crying, and the wind whimpered across the mountain.

This is a position cast with blood and a heroic position. They defended the position and defended the military power. The fluttering red flag left their eternal glorious figures.

Li Bingqun supported the dead Liu Changgen, and listened to the last voice of the old soldier, he was filled with grief and anger.
Chapter completed!