On March 12, 1951, the 600th Regiment of the 200th Division of the 67th Army of the Volunteer Army received an urgent order from the division headquarters, requesting the whole regiment to arrive at the designated location within 20 hours to cooperate with the fraternal troops.
After receiving the task, the 600 regiment set out overnight, and the three companies of one battalion were appointed as the sharp knife company of the whole regiment.
On this night, the stars and moon were dark, and the three companies advanced rapidly under the cover of the thick night.
Along the way, there were many checkpoints set up by the US and ROK troops, and there were still US night aircraft patrolling the air from time to time, but the officers and men of the three companies always maintained a high degree of vigilance, and immediately concealed themselves when they encountered the enemy situation, and finally passed through the first two blockade lines without any danger.
After dawn, it was not conducive to hiding his whereabouts, and this sharp knife company was still discovered by the enemy. The enemy was stationed in the bunker, stuck in the passage of advance, and used the terrain advantage to fiercely strafe the volunteers.
In order to blow up the enemy's bunker, the company commander sent out the demolition team three times, but they all fell on the position leading to the bunker. The battle was delayed and the situation was extremely critical!
At this moment, Deng Chuntang, the 23-year-old eighth class leader, stepped forward and took the initiative to ask the company commander: "Company commander, let me try it!" I must take this bunker!" ”
Subsequently, under the cover of heavy machine guns, Deng Chuntang quickly approached the enemy's bunker with explosives packs. He was agile, creeping forward for a moment, bending down and sprinting for a while, and a few rabbits rolled into a trench close to the enemy bunker.
The resourceful Deng Chuntang learned the lesson of his comrades-in-arms, and instead of blindly rushing, he used a strategy of attacking the east and the west. He lifted his military hat with a small wooden stick and stuck it half-hidden in the grass.
After the enemy found the military cap, he concentrated his fire and fired fiercely, and Deng Chuntang, who was hiding on the other side, quickly approached the enemy bunker, pulled the fuse of the explosive package, and successfully collapsed the bunker.
The enemy's machine guns were muted, and the whole company of soldiers rushed to the bunker and destroyed the roadblock.
Subsequently, the whole company took the lead in reaching the designated combat area, and Deng Chuntang was ordered to lead the whole squad to hold a small high ground and block the AMERICAN troops who invaded the north.
Four days later, at dawn, the enemy launched a large-scale attack on the eighth class position where Deng Chuntang was located.
Under the circumstance that the enemy's strength exceeded its own strength by dozens of times, and the other side's weapons and equipment were far superior, the degree of difficulty of the volunteer soldiers could be imagined.
By noon, the situation in the entire eighth squad was very serious: the deputy squad leader and several soldiers were shot and killed, and the rest were all wounded to varying degrees.
After a series of indiscriminate bombardments, the INFANTRY of the US army once again launched an attack, and Deng Chuntang led his scarred comrades to jump out of the tunnel in a roar and bravely counterattack the enemy.
In the face of the brave and fierce fighting of the volunteer soldiers, the enemy was once again repelled. But at this time, Deng Chuntang found that in addition to himself, all the other fighters in the class had already died heroically.
Deng Chuntang looked at the broken bodies of his comrades-in-arms and the closed eyes, and his heart was full of sorrow and indignation, and this iron-boned man could no longer bear it, and could not help but cry bitterly.
But the battle continued, and Deng Chuntang forced himself to sort out his emotions and prepare for the next counterattack. He collected all the ammunition he could find on the position, and when he counted it, he found that there were only 30 rifle bullets and 2 grenades in total.
At this time, the enemy made a comeback, and Deng Chuntang, who was still breathing, quietly crouched in the tunnel, monitoring the enemy's movements. He had already decided that this was the last battle in his life, and he had made up his mind to fight until the last moment no matter what.
When the U.S. army advanced to less than 20 meters from the front, Deng Chuntang gave them the last two grenades and killed many enemies.
Immediately after, he struck flexibly with a rifle, exchanging a shot for a place to consume the enemy, and it didn't take long to run out of the last 30 rounds of ammunition.
In the desperate situation of exhaustion, the only thing Deng Chuntang could do was to take the rifle bayonet and prepare to fight with the American troops who were taller than him.
The Americans kept approaching, and when they found that there was only one person left on the volunteer position and that they had run out of ammunition, they could not help but be proud and slowly surrounded them.
Although more than a hundred American troops rushed to the volunteer positions, they did not seem to pay attention to the thin Chinese soldier in front of them at all, and they did not care about the whole move, and only more than a dozen American troops surrounded Deng Chuntang.
Deng Chuntang did not have the slightest hint of timidity in the face of the us troops' tight steps, his eyes widened in anger, he raised his bayonet in his hand, and rushed bravely towards the enemy like a fierce tiger.
Although the US army occupies an absolute advantage in height, what they are most afraid of is the close combat of the volunteer army, and in the face of Deng Chuntang's left and right rushes, front and back stabs, they are frightened and retreat, and they are stabbed down by Deng Chuntang for 5 people in a row.
A U.S. soldier launched a sneak attack from behind, and Deng Chuntang's movements were lightning-fast, and he picked up the butt of his rifle and slammed it into his back, hitting the U.S. soldier in the head. The other party fell, but Deng Chuntang's gun was also broken into two pieces due to excessive force, and he simply left only the front half of the gun body with the bayonet.
Although there was only half a gun left in his hand, Deng Chuntang became more and more courageous as he fought, and when he saw that one of the enemy groups looked like an officer, he rushed towards him and stabbed hard with the half-bulletless gun.
When the US military officer had seen this kind of lifeless position, he was suddenly frightened and had no face, and he only knew how to desperately escape, but Deng Chuntang was determined to pursue the idea of "killing an officer and making a lot of money."
Supposedly, those American soldiers should not sit back and watch their commander being hunted down, but what made Deng Chuntang unbelievable was that the enemy soldiers were all pestles in place, and they still had a mischievous smile on their faces as they watched him chase after the officer, and no one planned to shoot at him.
No one knew what the soldiers thought, only that they were usually oppressed by their superiors, and at this time Cheng wanted to see his jokes; or that they wanted to see for themselves how powerful this small Chinese soldier was, and in short, they all took the approach of sitting idly by.
The officer was chased by Deng Chuntang and rolled down a small dirt slope with a scolding grin.
Deng Chuntang was still in hot pursuit, but he did not expect that he was too strong when he sprinted with his head down, and he was tripped by a dead American soldier at his feet and fell to the ground.
After continuous fierce fighting and fighting, Deng Chuntang's physical strength was close to its limit, and this fall actually knocked him unconscious.
When the AMERICAN soldiers saw this scene, they all laughed loudly, and just as they were about to tie up Deng Chuntang and go back to ask for credit, suddenly there was a fierce gunshot!
It turned out that the second platoon commander had come to the eighth squad position with 2 squads to reinforce, and they retreated from the US army with a fierce charge, and also rescued Deng Chuntang in a coma.
After the battle, Deng Chuntang was honored with the first class merit by the 67th Army of the Volunteer Army and won the honorary title of "Second Class Blasting Hero".
[Solemn declaration: This text tells the real story, Deng Chuntang is a native of Nanzhuang Village, Yichuan, Henan Province, and his relevant deeds are recorded in the article "Lonely Hero Deng Chuntang" compiled and printed by the Literature and History Information Committee of Luoyang City, Henan Province in July 1993. 】