A source of strength
October, 195??
The whistle sounded, the wheels rumbled, and a train full of Chinese Volunteers sped north from the south of the motherland.
Yang Gensi returned from Beijing to attend the National Conference of Representatives of Combat Heroes, and on the way, he transferred trains to catch up with the troops who went abroad to resist the United States and aid Korea.
"The company commander is back!" "The company commander has returned from Beijing!"
Yang Gensi had just returned to the team, and the news grew like wings and spread rapidly throughout the company. The old chiefs and comrades-in-arms greeted them warmly, and the soldiers followed one after another, shook hands cordially, warmly embraced, and asked Yang Gensi about his participation in the National Conference of Representatives of Combat Heroes. Yang Gensi deeply understood the feelings of the comrades, and in order to let everyone share happiness as soon as possible, he shook hands with the comrades and told everyone with great excitement: I have met Chairman Mao! I met Chairman Mao! Chairman Mao is in very good health! Suddenly, the whole train boiled up, and a long live Chairman Mao sounded! Long live the cheers of Chairman Mao. Cheers rushed out of the carriage and reverberated through the air.
The comrades sat together excitedly, and Yang Gensi poured out to everyone the happy mood of Chairman Mao's side and talked about his experience little by little.
The scene of participating in the National Conference of Representatives of Combat Heroes churned before his eyes like watching a movie...
What a blissful, unforgettable event!
Heroes from all walks of life met in beijing, the capital, to listen to the teachings of Chairman Mao and the CPC Central Committee, sum up and exchange experiences, and discuss how to carry forward the glorious traditions and strive for greater glory.
Yang Gensi was in a state of great excitement every day, and the most exciting was the day of September 25, when our great leader and mentor Chairman Mao received all the delegates of the National Conference of Heroes of Combat.
When Chairman Mao walked up to the rostrum, the applause and cheers resounded like thunder, and they lasted for a long time.
Chairman Mao smiled, waved his huge arms, and frequently waved to everyone. Commander-in-Chief Zhu and Premier Zhou, who were behind Chairman Mao, also smiled and waved to everyone.
Yang Gensi was full of tears and smiling, and his boiling heart was about to jump out! He tiptoed up, choked on tears, held his breath, and looked intently up at Chairman Mao. At this moment, how many confidants have to say to Chairman Mao! He really wanted to shout loudly: "Chairman Mao, if you have any tasks, leave it to us!" But he did not do this, a thousand words combined into one sentence, and shouted vigorously: Long live Chairman Mao! Long live Chairman Mao!
Yang Gensi's excited mood could not calm down for a long time. He remembered the evil old society, where his grandfather was forced to die by the landlord, his father was brutally killed, his mother became ill and died unjustly, and he wandered from childhood to beg for food, herded cattle and sheep for the landlords, and did child labor for the capitalists.
I remember that after joining the New Fourth Army, under the influence of Mao Zedong Thought, a bitter child who was bullied in the old society became a revolutionary war ground, became a member of the Communist Party of China, and enjoyed such a great honor; I remembered that the Chinese nation, which was deeply disastrous, under the wise leadership of Chairman Mao and the Communist Party, overthrew the Chiang family dynasty, drove out imperialism, and stood up... Yang Gensi felt from the bottom of his heart that without Chairman Mao there would be no Yang Gensi, without Chairman Mao there would be no New China, and without Chairman Mao there would be no complete liberation of the toiling people. He secretly swore an oath to Chairman Mao: Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao! I want to dedicate everything I have to you, I will do whatever you say, you point there, I will fight there, follow you closely, and carry the revolution through to the end.
Yang Gensi felt that his body had added infinite strength. This power can enable him to overcome any enemy, any difficulty; this power can make him brave and courageous in desperation.
The comrades listened quietly, rejoicing one by one. Yang Gensi's happiness is everyone's happiness, and Yang Gensi's sonorous oath is everyone's common voice.
The train also seemed to be encouraged, adding new impetus and speeding up the operation. The train melted its powerful sound into the "majestic, exuberant" volunteer battle song and sped toward the Yalu River.
Hardships and hardships are not to be feared
In November, the mountains of northeastern North Korea were covered with snow several feet thick. The troops crossed the Yalu River, set foot on Korean soil, and rushed south on a steep mountain road.
The enemy's night planes hummed, and a series of flares hung in the air, illuminating the sky. The sound of machine guns and bombs followed, and the troops accelerated through the illuminated area, turned into the path, and soon walked up the potholed road on the hill. The smell of burnt, gasoline, sulfur and smoke... Wooden plaques were inserted on the rubble piles on the side of the road, on which were written in bold large letters in ink: "Look at North Korea, think of the motherland." The warriors all tensed their faces and walked past the placards. The villages on the side of the road are burning, the cities are burning, and from the light of the fire you can see the remaining tufted pillars, the colorful eaves, the carved railings. Yang Gensi looked at these ancient buildings and couldn't help but think of Beijing, of the crowds of people singing and dancing in Tiananmen Square, a scene that made him feel strongly the responsibility that fell on his shoulders.
The troops continued south, gradually approaching the main peak of the Wolf Forest Mountains, the mountains getting taller and colder, the wind roaring, the jungle shaking violently, and the snow like cotton balls flying all over the sky. Yang Gensi walked in front of the line for a while, and then inserted himself in the middle of the class. Heavy snow balls rushed in, as uncomfortable as a knife scraping the face, the cold wind drilled into the cracks of the clothes like steel brazing bones, sweat and snowflakes soaked cotton clothes, and after a while it was frozen hard, as if wearing "armor", a little pause, the blood of the body did not seem to be flowing, eyelashes, nose and mouth formed a circle of frost, the exposed skin was also like a thin layer of ice, tight, cold and painful, Yang Gensi closed his hands on his mouth, pulled open his throat and encouraged everyone: "Comrades, the march is to fight with the wind and snow, With the heroism of the Red Army climbing snowy mountains and crossing meadows, we must overcome all difficulties! The soldiers listened, encouraging each other to continue to advance, some slipped and could not get up, the comrades behind them immediately stepped forward to help up, and the whole company of fighters marched forward with high morale, and no one would pull down.
At dawn, the crazy enemy planes flew low against the treetops, and in order not to make the enemy aware of our movements, the troops camped down in the ravine. The warriors dug up a layer of snow, collected some dead branches and spread them on the ground, propped open the tarpaulin with tree poles, and the three of them huddled together. Yang Gensi sent a good guard, arranged the room and returned to the company headquarters. After fighting with the wind and snow all night, it really made people tired, and they couldn't take off the "armor" on their bodies, so they huddled together with the instructors and correspondents, and after lying down, they felt that the nose that had been injured in the Huaihai Battle was sore, so the conversation between Commissar Li before going abroad and him sounded again: "... To fight a good battle, we must first lead the company well." He couldn't lie down anymore just thinking about it, how were the warriors sleeping at this moment? Quietly get up and put on your shoes and walk to the classes.
Yang Gensi came to the eighth class first, the tarpaulin canopy was blown by the fierce wind, a large piece of snow fell on the soldier's quilt, the soldiers shrunk down one by one, the machine gunner Liu Yuting was humming and turning over, Yang Gensi walked over and crouched down and whispered: "Is it an old wound and pain?"
Liu Yuting avoided answering the question, but said: "This ghost weather is like crouching in an ice cellar."
The eighth squad leader came over and gently reported to the company commander: "Wu Fu, a young soldier in the squad, is frozen enough, his feet are swollen like sweet potatoes, and his ears are cracked.
Yang Gensi heard the words "no experience", like someone slapping him on the back, and he felt that he had not fulfilled his responsibility. He quickly walked over to Wu Fu's side, lovingly examined Wu Fu's feet, then inspected them one by one, and then returned to the company headquarters to study with the instructors, and concluded that he should take measures immediately to prevent freezing.
In the afternoon, Yang Gensi gathered the whole company together, made some mobilization, and let the squad leaders lead everyone to run, and then issued an order that the soldiers did not expect: "Wipe your face and hands with snow." He and the instructor picked up the snow one after another and wiped it their faces. The warriors followed the way they were, holding snow one by one and wiping their faces until their faces glowed red and steamed.
"The squads were taken away to exercise mountain attacks." This was the second order issued by Yang Gensi. I saw the squad leaders carry out the formation of the attack in the snow according to the plan drawn up in advance, and the warriors advanced towards the target like a small tiger...
The troops did not set off that night, and the next day Yang Gensi, while leading the company to exercise, mobilized the masses to solve the problem of antifreeze. He found the seventh squad of warriors, Lin Dayuan, crouching on the ground, tearing the corn husks he had found into strips and rubbing them in his hands.
Lin Dayuan said while rubbing: "When I was a long worker, the feet of the moon in the tenth winter were frozen, and the elderly people taught me this method, using it to wrap my feet, just like wearing new cotton shoes, warm and light."
"Good way, good way", Yang Gensi stepped forward to take over and praised it. After discussing with the instructor, Yang Gensi immediately summoned the squad leader and platoon leader to a meeting to promote the antifreeze method of wrapping the corn husk silk.
At this time, the correspondent of the battalion headquarters sent a letter. Yang Gensi took the letter apart, read it, and handed it to the instructor, the experienced squad leader and platoon leader, and when he saw the expression of the company commander, he expected that there was a combat task, and some of them handed over the determination letter that had been written long ago. Yang Gensi looked at everyone excitedly and said: "The enemy's briefing said that this time the enemy mobilized 200,000 troops on the eastern and western fronts and launched a general offensive to end the Korean War at Christmas."
The third platoon deputy Bao Sigong exhaled and said, "We must suppress the enemy's arrogance!" The instructor picked up the letter and said, "We must overcome all kinds of difficulties, fight the first battle abroad, win glory for the people of the motherland, and avenge the korean people!" Yang Gensi picked up the branches of the tree and drew on the ground: "Our division is going to broadcast the xiajieli, where is the headquarters of the US First Marine Division, the regimental chief of staff Liu has set out with the ninth company, our company is the vanguard of the battalion, tonight we are going to attack Da Nan Li, the distance is one hundred and thirty miles, everyone will go back immediately, seize the time to make preparations for a rapid march!" ”
Yang Gensi and the correspondent were just about to fold the oilcloth tent, when Zhang Hongcai, the old secretary general, came and stood next to the company commander for a while before he spoke: "After running all day, I didn't buy anything, and now the gang room only has thirty pounds of eggs, what to do?" ”
Yang Gen thought about it and said, "Then get out of the pot all!" ”
The voice of the old secretary-general choked: "In the past, before the war, we always let the comrades eat well, but ..." ”
Grain is indeed a problem, the rear roads are not smooth, can not be transported for a while, the locals are sparse, our army is gathered, coupled with the destruction of the US army, this is a problem that is not easy to solve for the time being.
Yang Gensi shook the hand of the old secretary and said, "This is not a matter for us to be a company, tomorrow we may have to go hungry, and who does not understand the current difficulties now!" He looked up at the white-capped mountains and the gray sky, raised his voice like a challenge, and said, "There are ninety-nine difficulties, and as long as there is a strong will, it will not be difficult." Don't be upset, I'll explain it to you."
The sound of the cannon became clearer and more audible, the enemy planes overhead passed by, heavy bombs and napalm bombs poured down, flames rose, and smoke filled the air. After another eight hours of arduous marching, Yang Gensi led the company to conquer the steep Dongbai Mountain, arrived at Da Nanli an hour earlier than scheduled, and won the first round.
Da Nan Li, not very big, is located in a small ravine, and many houses have collapsed, some have been burned, and there are wisps of black smoke in the embers. Yang Gensi and the soldiers visited the few remaining old people in the village, but in the entanglement of Korean and Chinese, they still figured it out, and the next morning, the American invading army sneaked into the village, burned for a while, and then shrank into the lower corner.
At dawn, the snow stopped, the sky was covered with black oppressive clouds, the warriors sat on the snow, and Yang Gensi was directing everyone to sing the "glorious group song":
"Under Mount Kasumigaura, by the bay of three rivers." The spear and kitchen knife raised the battle flag of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army. Persist in guerrilla warfare for three years.... ”
The majestic melody inspired the soldiers to carry forward the glorious traditions of the team with pride, and the mood became more and more full.
Suddenly, on the small hillside to the east, there was a long row of mournful shouts. Yang Gensi immediately ran up the hillside, and what appeared in front of him was a heinous scene, in the small ditch under the hillside, there were more than a dozen corpses, their white clothes and white dresses stained with blood, these corpses were tied in a series of American parachute straps, men, women, old people, children, and a baby.
The soldiers also rushed up, and Liu Yuting pulled his hat down hard, and said loudly with his wrong teeth: "American devil, if I don't smash your head, I will be sorry for the Korean people!" ”
Xiao Wufu burst out a trembling voice from between his teeth: "If only I had come a day earlier, a day!" ”
The soldiers all followed the instructor and shouted angrily, "I want to avenge the Korean people..."
Yang Gensi was so angry that his face was blue, he stared for a long time, the blood was surging all over his body, and remembered that on the last day of attending the heroes' meeting in Beijing last month, he went to the peace signature office to line up to sign, where there were layers of crowds, a group of lively red scarves saw the deputies suddenly rushing up, stretching out five or six pairs of small hands to pull him, shouting with all tongues: "Uncle Hero of the People's Liberation Army, signing a name is equal to two." A little girl asked, "Uncle, will the American devils occupy North Korea?" A little boy preemptively replied: "No, we won't let you, uncle, are you right?" "Yes, we won't." Yang Gensi took the child's hand and clapped it, then walked to the signature table and wrote "Yang Gensi resolutely defends peace!" ”
A cold wind blew, Yang Gensi blinked, looking at the brutal crimes of US imperialism in front of him, "Saving danger means self-help, defending the motherland, we must support the Korean people." These words on the joint declaration of the democratic parties also rang in his ears, and he felt the meaning of these words more deeply. He punched his fist in the leg and sighed: "I didn't complete the task:" Then he kicked hard at the empty American canned boxes scattered on the ground, and said loudly: "Comrades, I will go to the battle!" After saying that, he walked toward the camp headquarters with a sigh, a pout, a pout.
"Yang Gensi has come to grab the task again"
That night, Yang Gensi and his company assembled in a shaded valley.
The sound of shells exploding told everyone that the battle ahead was fiercely underway. With the flicker of the artillery fire, the valley suddenly darkened, and suddenly a layer of red light appeared on the faces of the warriors, and it could be seen that they were thinking deeply, and the experienced warriors would calculate how far the battlefield was from here. The sound of artillery, grenade explosions, machine guns and rifles overlapping, first from the north, then the northwest, then the south, the west, and from all directions.
Suddenly, two red flares rose from the hill due north. The flares tell everyone that the position has been occupied by us. The soldiers nearby cheered in a low voice. Yang Gensi, the eighth squad leader, as well as the instructor who had just come over and the third platoon deputy, strode up the hill together. As they looked into the distance, the light of the artillery fire on all sides was brighter and greater. They unanimously exclaimed: "Thousands of troops and horses, in all directions, divided and annihilated, good guys, enough for the Devils of the United States." ”
"Now, the paper tiger has become a rotten paper skin."
The explosion of shells and bombs caused a series of huge echoes in the valley, rolling over like a sudden approaching storm, and the valley also trembled.
"The battle at night is so fierce that after dawn, the enemy will fight back with all his might." Yang Gensi said, "Immediately gather the troops, it will be our turn!" Yang Gensi immediately went to the battalion headquarters again to ask for battle.
In the battalion command post, the battalion commander is deploying around the map to fight. Yang Gensi, who was covered in snowflakes and sweating, could not even care about the "report", and said: "Battalion commander, entrust the most arduous task to our company!" "Hey, Yang Gensi is here to grab the task again!" Yang Gensi did not expect that the political commissar was also there. The battalion commander smiled and said, "I didn't let you run in vain." ”
Yang Gensi walked to the edge of the table where the map was spread out. The commissar motioned for him to come a little closer. The red arrows on the map extended from everywhere to the strongholds occupied by the US invading forces, forming a situation of division and encirclement. Yang Gensi thought in his heart: The development of the battle is very smooth.
The battalion commander whispered a word to the political commissar, and then pointed to the 1071 heights on the map and said to Yang Gensi: "This is the commanding heights on the outskirts of Hagaru-ri. The small high ridge in the southeast is called Feihe Mountain, which jams the road from Xiayuli to Gutushui, Xianxing, and Yuanshan. The highway, in turn, is the main artery running through the north and south of northeast Korea. The American invaders, who had been committing crimes north along this highway for the past two days, were now retreating from defeat. After a night of fierce fighting, the outer positions have been occupied, the friendly and neighboring troops have attacked from all sides, and the battle is fiercely unfolding at the airfield. Speaking of this, the battalion commander glanced at the political commissar, who understood what he meant, and then said: "Our regiment has also been inserted into the railway, stop the attack after dawn, organize the troops, and then besiege at night with a drum!" The problem is that during the day, the enemy finds that it is surrounded on all sides, and will definitely fight a counter-attack, and the 1071 heights are the target of the enemy's onslaught, in order to achieve the attempt to break through and flee south. ”
"Yang Gensi!" The battalion commander said grimly: "Your task is to hold this position and break the enemy's attempt to break through." Depending on the terrain of the Little High Ridge, only one platoon of troops can be used, and you can bring it yourself. Remember: you and your platoon will not allow the enemy to climb the small high ridge and resolutely destroy it before the position! After saying that, he looked at Yang Gensi and asked, "Is there any difficulty?" ”
"I don't believe this mission can't be completed!"
"You are famous for the 'Three Don't Believe'!" The political commissar laughed, "Courage alone is not enough, your opponent is the First Marine Division of the American Invading Army, which has been fighting for a long time, they boast of being 'aces', saying that they have fought abroad four times, and they have never lost a battle, so the paper tiger must fight in front of the iron tiger, and it should be noted that the victory in the initial war is particularly important." Yang Gensi weighed the weight of the words of the political commissar and the battalion commander and said succinctly: "I will take three platoons up to ensure that the people are in the position!" ”
Yang Gensi's answer made people feel a huge power. What "ace" army that has "never been defeated" is a lie in front of the people's fighters, and the only thing waiting for them is to be wiped out.
"Chief!" Yang Gensi held his head high and said, "Are there any instructions?" The political commissar held Yang Gensi's hand tightly, and the battalion commander, instructor, deputy battalion commander, and almost all the comrades stopped their work and surrounded Yang Gensi in the middle. The political commissar said: "Go back to the company and seize the time to do a good job in ideological mobilization." ”
Yang Gensi bid farewell to the chief with confidence, lifted the blackout curtain of the command post, and took a big stride.
The political commissar and battalion commander standing in front of the command post watched Yang Gensi, who was firm and resolute, go away. In front of their eyes, the image of Yang Gensi in previous battles was reflected: in 1944, he joined the New Fourth Army, crossed the southern expedition, fought the first battle in Taohuashan, western Zhejiang, one man took the lead, blew up the enemy sentry with grenades, blew up the enemy's heavy machine guns, pulled out the fire points, opened the way for the company to win the victory, and became a model of combat; in June 1946, just after the Liberation War began, the siege of Tai'an in Shandong Province, the enemy was besieged, and the city of Tai'an was strongly occupied, eighteen grenades showed their might, occupied the commanding heights, and became a model of combat for the second time; in October of this year, In the battle of Lunan Guoliji, in which Chiang Kai-shek's gang carried out a key attack on the Shandong base area, braving the enemy's tight artillery blockade, they sent Lalei three times in a row, blew up the bunkers and deer in the enemy's forward positions, ensured the smooth implementation of the surprise attack by the troops, made the first contribution to the total annihilation of the enemy, and was praised by the comrades as the "king of explosions." On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, 1947, the troops rushed to qi village in the Zao (Zhuang) area of Shandong Yi (County), and in the course of the offensive battle, they continuously blasted the defending enemy's bunkers, blew up the enemy's zimu fort, and inserted themselves into the depth to capture prisoners. Re-build meritorious heroes.
In the new-style reorganization of the army between battles in this year, Yang Gensi was awarded the glorious title of "First-Class People's Hero" by the leading organ of the East China Field Army for his outstanding contributions to the people. In December 1948, during the world-famous Battle of Huaihai, when du Yuming, Li Mi, and Qiu Qingquan corps were finally annihilated, Yang Gensi led a reinforced platoon to attack the enemy's stubborn Xia Zhao position, commanded Ruoding, heroically and tenaciously, won more with less, pulled out the enemy position, and once again became a third-level people's hero. ......
Yang Gensi, this soldier who grew up under the cultivation of the years of combat, this hero who has made many meritorious achievements for the people, who has been trained as a company commander in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the entire War of Liberation, has now received another arduous task. He will certainly make new contributions to the people in the struggle to "resist US aggression and aid Korea and defend the family and the country."
Hold the steel position
The sound of gunfire gradually fell silent, only the artillery correction machine hovered overhead, and a fierce battle was brewing on the small high ridge.
At the party branch meeting, Yang Gensi conveyed the tasks assigned by his superiors and specifically studied the combat deployment. Immediately, the whole company was assembled for combat mobilization.
At this time, I saw Yang Gensi throw the coat he was wearing to the messenger, clench his fist and say loudly: "In front of the revolutionary fighters, I do not believe that there are tasks that cannot be completed, that there are difficulties that cannot be overcome, and that there are enemies that cannot be defeated." Chairman Mao said, 'All reactionaries are paper tigers.' I think U.S. imperialism is a paper tiger, and this time I want to beat it up and let it know that Chinese the people are terrible!" "The time is approaching dawn, and the troops must immediately move closer to the front. Yang Gensi pulled out the barge gun inserted in his belt, raised his left arm, and said word by word, "Three rows follow me to Xiao Gaoling, and one and two rows follow the instructor to the main peak!" ”
Walking towards the small high ridge, Yang Gensi looked around the terrain here and deeply felt the arduousness of the task. This small ridge was inserted at the opening of the road bend, jamming the only passage south of the lower corner. However, the Little High Ridge has no natural terrain to defend, the pine forest is low and sparse, the slope towards the lower Umaki is not large, and the saddle leading to the 1071 Highland is very long and cannot be supported by firepower. It would be ideal to use the 1071 Heights as the main position and the Little High Ridge as a position to be repeatedly contested and used to kill and injure the enemy. However, the requirement of the whole campaign was that if the 1071 Heights lost the small high ridge, they would not be able to control the road, and the enemy would seize the road and flee. From the overall situation of the campaign, there is no position that can compare with the small high ridge.
...... As dawn came, the snow fell even harder. The warriors squatted in fortifications made of snow and ice, their feet and shoes and socks frozen together, their fingers too stiff to pull the bolts of their guns. Before going to the position, each person only sent three eggs, and hunger was even more attacked.
The enemy's dense shells rained down on the small ridges, and the heavy explosions and sharp shrapnel whistled into one piece. The napalm bombs thrown by the enemy planes were burning, burning the dead branches and grass roots buried in the deep snow into a black soil, and turning the black snow into a sea of fire... Most of the fortifications were damaged, and stones, dirt, fragments of steel and smoke crushed the warriors into the collapsed fortifications. Liu Yuting and Xiao Wufu of the eighth class were pressed into a machine gun bunker, and Liu Yuting cursed unceasingly, breaking free with force, and then digging up the dirt and stones to drag Xiao Wu out. Xiao Wu was full of dangerous mud, his eyes were sluggish, and he could hardly breathe. I saw Yang Gensi standing on a high place, shouting loudly: "Comrades, the enemy's shell crater is the best fortification!" Liu Yuting listened, and also with full strength, stabbed Xiao Wu a little: "Come, take advantage of the heat of the soil to repair the fortifications" The mountain was originally too cold to dig, and the enemy's shells were like a mountain machine, and the plough was loosened.
The warriors wielded shovels and pickaxes and quickly built the collapsed fortifications. Again there was a fierce shelling. Experience told Yang Gensi that the enemy's attack was about to begin. He ordered everyone to get ready for battle!
Little High Ridge is no longer a mountain of stones, soil, trees and snow, but a place of iron and gasoline burning; Little High Ridge is no longer the original elevation, but a hill that has been stripped of a layer and changed the terrain.
A group of American invaders, armed with their guns, began to climb cautiously up the small ridge, and then came up with a big swing. These stupid pigs who believe in steel think that after fierce shelling and bombing, it will be easy to occupy the little high ridge.
Yang Gensi rushed to the position of the eighth squad leader, pointed to the enemy who had come up, and said to the eighth squad leader: "Let the enemy enter a distance of thirty meters and then fire!" At this time, each warrior held his breath, his fingers pulling the trigger, and his eyes were fixed on the enemy. Little Wu Fu, who had just entered the battlefield, followed Liu Yuting and waited for the company commander's orders like he did. Xiao Wufu felt that his heart was beating particularly fast, and he could not suppress it as hard as he could, so he comforted himself: "It doesn't matter, the company commander is next to him." ”
"It's time, fight!" Yang Gensi shouted and forcefully threw a grenade into the enemy group. On the rear side of Xiao Gaoling, the heavy machine gun under the command of Yang Gensi fired at the enemy almost at the same time as he fired the grenade, and the rows of grenades accurately exploded in the enemy pile, like cutting wheat, and the clumsy enemy fell piece by piece... The first enemy attack was defeated, followed by heavy shelling. The Little High Ridge was shrouded in thick smoke. The eighth squad leader saw that Liu Yuting's face was covered with blood, and rushed over to hold his head and bandage him. Liu Yuting pushed away the eighth squad leader and said, "Wrapping it up will hinder the machine gun!" ”
The eighth squad leader ignored him. Anxious, Liu Yuting shouted, "My good squad leader, my eyes can't be tied up!" "While pulling it with my hand, the blood oozing out is stained with red bandages.
Yang Gensi knew the mood of each soldier in the three platoons, and even if he was seriously injured in the battle, they would not leave the position. At this time, the voice of the eighth squad leader was heard: Company commander! The enemy, with about two companies, came up under the cover of eight tanks. Through the smoke, he saw enemy tanks on the road, and behind the tanks, there was a dense concentration of infantry. Yang Gensi considered for a moment, the enemy's tanks did not dare to go up the mountain, if they dared to come, just use ten pounds of explosives to clean it up! Now, you have to let the infantry go up the hill and destroy it at close range.
Armed with carbines and semi-automatic rifles, the enemy shot aimlessly, getting closer and closer, and even the vicious face could be seen clearly. Yang Gensi shouted "Fight"! The soldiers' grenades flew towards the enemy group in unison. At the sound of the explosion, Yang Gensi jumped out of the fortifications, and the warriors followed him and fought with the enemy.
The sound of shooting, the killing of bayonets, and the shouts were all in one place.
Liu Yuting aimed his machine gun at the enemy group and strafed forward. The enemy was confused, and the front turned its ass and ran down the hill, and there were still people coming up behind.
"For the sake of the motherland, comrades, rush!" Yang Gensi's voice overwhelmed all the sounds.
The warriors rushed up. The deputy platoon leader of the three platoons fired the last grenade, and he was shot when he was slashing the enemy's head with the butt of his rifle. I saw him stand up with his rifle in his hand, and then he fell down shakily, muttering in his mouth, "Company commander, I haven't completed the task yet!" ”
Xiao Wufu was injured, and blood covered his eyes. The eighth squad leader ordered him to go down, and Xiao Wufu stubbornly said, "Don't go down!" The eighth squad leader shouted as he shot, "You, get down."
go! Xiao Wufu wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and said, "I want to learn from the company commander!" He picked up his gun, followed the squad leader, and rushed forward.
Xiao Gaoling was in the midst of a scuffle, and a whole group of enemies poured up the mountain, Yang Gensi turned the machine gun in a different direction, and the machine gunners who commanded the seventh and ninth squads also turned to the enemy who continued to rush upwards. A large number of enemies fell, and another large number poured up. Yang Gensi immediately ordered the eighth squad leader to lead half of the squad from the mountainside to the enemy's side, and the rest rushed down from the small high ridge. At this time, the attached heavy machine gun was deficient and shot at the enemy violently.
The enemy is shaken! Retreated under the cover of tank fire. However, there was still a group of enemies, rushing to the small high ridge under the cover of tanks. Yang Gensi is determined to blow up the leading tank! He dragged out a packet of explosives in the fortifications, picked it up, and was about to rush out. Xiao Wang, a messenger, grabbed him, and before he could speak, someone pushed Yang Gensi to the side of the fortification. Yang Gensi looked sideways, and it turned out to be Zhao Youxin, a warrior of the seventh class. Zhao Youxin didn't say a word, grabbed the explosive package, and went straight to the enemy tank. Yang Gensi looked at Zhao Youxin, who rushed forward, and felt extremely proud in his heart: With such a brave and fearless warrior, any enemy can be defeated! Only to see Zhao Youxin, under the cover of fire, cleverly stuff the explosive package into the tracks of the tank and turn around to hide. With a loud explosion, the flames soared into the sky, and the tank in the head shook violently in the smoke, becoming a pile of scrap iron.
The third round was over. In front of the position lay a large number of American invading troops who had been killed.
Taking advantage of the momentary gap between battles, Yang Gensi sorted out the troops. After three fierce battles, the three platoons paid the price, and there were fewer and fewer people. He asked everyone to rush to repair the fortifications, collect the ammunition thrown down by the enemy, and lay the stones that could be used to strike the enemy in front of the fortifications, and also asked Jiang Ziyi, a soldier of the eighth class, to immediately go to the battalion command post to report the situation, and by the way asked the battalion commander to replenish them with some grenades. Yang Gensi and the three platoons he led would meet the tougher battles. On the iceberg, in the sea of fire, the warriors of steel held the position of steel.
Stand tall in the sky
Snow, I don't know when it stopped. The weather was overcast, the clouds were like pressing on the top of the 1071 Plateau, the cold was even more intense, and a quilt could also block some cold air, but now the enemy's napalm bomb was burned. The fierce wind penetrated the cotton clothes and burrowed into the sweat pores, and the hands and feet were frozen and somewhat numb.
I don't know what time it is, Yang Gensi's watch has been shaken by artillery fire and fighting. How many heavy blows have been inflicted on the enemy? Eight times or nine times? It's not clear. Anyway, as long as there is one person, hold this position until the large army launches a general attack on the enemy in the lower corner!
Yang Gensi checked the number of people on xiao gaoling, how many troops were still there: in front of them were the eighth squad leader, Xiao Wufu, Zhao Youxin, and the old secretary who did not know when to come up. Now he was not only a chief of staff, but also a shooter with a machine gun: behind him was a heavy machine gun platoon leader and a heavy machine gun shooter, and another was a communicator who was with him.
Yang Gensi felt that there were still quite a few people on Xiao Gaoling, and he was full of confidence and muttered to himself: "The American devils will attack again with a company, a battalion, and a regiment, and Xiao Gaoling will still be ours." ”
At this time, Jiang Ziyi, a soldier of the eighth class, came up with a box of grenades. Seeing Yang Gensi standing on a high place, running and shouting, "Company commander! Grenades, and strips. The people on the position jumped out of the fortifications together and surrounded Xiao Jiang tightly.
Yang Gensi took the note that Xiao Jiang handed him, which said the chief's encouragement to them:
Dear comrades of the Third Company, you are a company of the Red Army, a company of steel, and you must hold on to the Little High Ridge. I believe that you will be able to hold on.
Kingdom Building
In the early morning of November 29
Yang Gensi read and thought over and over again: In such an arduous battle, the chiefs believe that they can hold their positions, what a powerful encouragement! He immediately read it aloud to the warriors. A loud cry rang out from the position: "We can hold!" ”
"Xiao Gaoling has been flattened, and it is also three consecutive!"
The soldiers gathered around them, their faces blackened by the gunfire, and only two eyes were slick and energetic. Yang Gensi pulled the brim of his hat and said as loudly as he spoke to the large troops: "This position will not be lost." Only our bravery will never have a good end for the enemy! ”
All the people on the little high ridge, clutching their hands and being shot. They found greater strength in the words of the company commander.
Yang Gensi stretched out his right hand, crossed his five fingers, and said in a louder voice: "The enemy is fierce, we must kill it!" The bullet ran out of the butt of the gun, and the butt of the rifle was broken and then the shovel, the pickaxe, the stone... Fighting a war is not about the number of people, it is necessary to fight skillfully, that is, one can also destroy the enemy and hold the position! Do you have any comments? ”
The old chief secretary slapped the machine gun and said vigorously, "No opinion!" The soldiers of the company of the Red Army have this revolutionary spirit. ”
Yang Gensi raised his right hand, clenched his fists, and solemnly swore: "We are the fighters of the people's army, that is, to eliminate all reactionaries." For the sake of the motherland, for the sake of the Korean people, resolutely hold the Little High Ridge! ”
This is Yang Gensi's oath, and it is also everyone's oath. How tenacious are the warriors on the Little Ridge! Tons and tons of steel from the enemy, with constant shocks that overwhelmed it, hunger, cold, fatigue, nothing could shake.
The battle began again, and the fierce attacks in turn showed the enemy's determination to take this position. It was as if the American invading army was going to turn Little High Ridge into flat ground and throw hundreds of shells and bombs at this position; it was as if the heroes of the Volunteer Army who were guarding Little High Ridge were not a platoon, not a few people, but a battalion, a regiment, and thousands of people.
The whole battalion of the American invading army attacked Xiao Gaoling again, and like a vicious wolf, it pounced on it in groups one after another.
Yang Gensi shouted while fighting: "Comrades, fight bravely and resolutely defeat the enemy!" ”
The eighth squad leader, armed with an automatic rifle in one hand and a grenade in the other, jumped out of the fortifications and repeatedly charged at the enemy group, and pieces of the enemy fell in front of him. After the old chief of staff jumped out of the fortifications, he swept through the enemy who rushed up with a machine gun, and a bullet passed the brim of his hat, and he casually took off his hat, loaded the last shuttle of machine gun bullets, and fired accurately at the enemy. The shells around him were exploding, the shrapnel hit him, and he pressed his body the machine gun, finishing the last bullet...
Xiao Wufu watched as the eighth squad leader and the old chief secretary sacrificed their lives, and their whole body was burning like fire. He picked up the grenade that remained next to him, rushed up with an automatic rifle, threw the grenade into the enemy group, and in the enemy pile, raised his gun to shoot at the enemy. The enemy fell to the ground, and fled down with his head in his arms. Little Wu Fu turned to the top of the mountain, using the terrain to throw grenades and hit them with automatic rifles. As he was hitting hard, he felt his arm being slammed by the fiery metal, his hand weak, the automatic rifle falling to the ground, blood bubbling from his chest and legs. He struggled to pick up his gun and looked around to see that the company commander was shooting at the enemy. Xiao Wu Fu endured the pain and crawled towards Yang Gensi.
The correspondent Xiao Wang found Xiao Wufu while changing the magazine and shouted, "Xiao Wu, you are all right." ”
"Company Commander!" Without waiting for Xiao Wu to continue, Yang Gensi handed Xiao Wufu a bullet shuttle and continued to shoot at the enemy fiercely.
Xiao Wufu lay on the ground, loaded the bullet shuttle, and followed Yang Gensi to shoot at the enemy.
The enemy in front of Yang Gensi collapsed. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. Looking back, I saw where Xiao Wufu was lying, surrounded by a pile of blood.
"Xiao Wu!" Yang Gensi bent down and looked at it with infinite affection. He called the messenger: "You immediately escort Xiao Wu down!" ”
"I can't leave the position." Xiao Wu struggled, trying to stand up, "It is better to have one more person on the position than one less person." ”
The communicator doesn't know what to do?
Yang Gensi shouted, "This is the command! The communicator squatted down helplessly and gently carried Xiao Wufu on his back. Yang Gensi walked over to the messenger and said, "Tell the chief about the situation here." You want to say, with Yang Gensi there, Xiao Gaoling will not be lost! ”
...... Again there was a fierce shelling.
In the smoke, the heavy machine gun platoon leader crawled close to Yang Gensi and reported: "The heavy machine gun bullets have run out." ”
"And the shooter?" Yang Gensi asked. "Injured."
"Withdraw!" Yang Gensi ordered.
The heavy machine gun platoon leader asked, "What about you?" ”
Yang Gensi said: "If someone is there, the position can be defended!" Weapons are bought with the blood of comrades, they are destroyed by the enemy, and they must not be thrown away. Evacuate! The heavy machine gun platoon leader picked up a carbine and wanted to say something, but Yang Gensi said solemnly, "This is the order!" ”
The heavy machine gun platoon leader turned around, hesitated, and was just about to walk toward the heavy machine gun position, When Yang Gensi stopped him: "You say to the instructor..." The heavy machine gun platoon leader turned around, but Yang Gensi said: "Don't say anything, the instructor will bring the three companies well..."
Little Gaoling suddenly calmed down.
The heavy machine gun platoon leader walked up to the mountain behind him, and with a heavy heart, looked at Xiao Gaoling with concern, looked at Yang Gensi...
Yang Gensi stood alone on The Little Gaoling Ridge, looked up from a distance, and looked around: the Little Gaoling was like a sharp blade, inserted into the road where the enemy was trying to break through and flee; the enemy's corpses were everywhere in front of the position; the airfield was in flames, and the enemy's planes were still rising and falling; the surrounding hills were constantly sounding, and the signal bombs and tracer shells were gathered together. His comrades-in-arms were dividing and annihilating the enemy from all sides, and he felt that he was an integral part of a thousand armies.
Yang Gensi took off his military hat, patted off the soot and dust, and put it on his head in a dignified manner, sorted out the cotton military uniform that had been broken, picked up the available guns and a bag of explosives and put them next to him, chose a stone note and sat down, gently touching the explosive package and fuse. Then he took out of his satchel the album of heroic models that had been wrapped in tarpaulin. When he opened it, the cover was the majestic tiananmen square, which he watched carefully; turning to the title page, the image of the great leader Chairman Mao appeared in front of him, and he stared at it for a long time.
Yang Gensi was full of excitement and ambition. He was the only one on the position, but with Chairman Mao directing him in battle, and with the people of the motherland and the Korean people supporting him in killing the enemy, he felt unlimited strength. No matter how ferocious US imperialism is, Yang Gensi must overwhelm the enemy and never be subjugated by the enemy; no matter how many times the enemy organizes into companies and battalions, Yang Gensi must hold his position, and he will certainly be able to hold his position. Yang Gensi stood up, walked around the position for a week, and returned to his original place, glaring at the noisy enemy down the hill with a gun.
The enemy shelled fiercely again. Xiao Gaoling was once again shrouded in smoke, and the exploded shrapnel flew in all directions, and the comrades who came to support Yang Gensi were blocked by enemy artillery fire on the mountainside behind.
The American invading forces poured in to Little Ridge. The commander of the US First Division of the Us Army, waving the flag of the FIRST Marine Division on a blue background, screamed and shouted. Yang Gensi suddenly stood up and raised his carbine, and with the sound of gunfire, the American commander fell and the flag fell to the ground. The American soldiers were stunned, and originally thought that they could occupy The Little High Ridge effortlessly, but this sudden attack frightened the American soldiers into panic, crouched down, and fled and fled, in a mess. Yang Gensi used carbines, rifles, and shell guns to alternately fight, and the corpses of American soldiers in front of the position were increasing rapidly.
Another group of enemies rushed up. Yang Gensi smashed the gun, threw it at the enemy group, quickly picked up the explosive package, pulled the fuse, and the fuse squeaked out smoke. Yang Gensi rushed towards the dense enemy, and the huge footsteps were so solid that they seemed to shake the mountains step by step.
The American soldiers exclaimed, but they were too late to run away.
Yang Gensi stepped on the flag of the FIRST MARINE Division and moved closer to the enemy group. With a loud earth-shaking sound, a thick plume of smoke rolled up, and the enemy was completely buried in the thick smoke and fire. The invaders can never set foot on this heroic little high ridge, and Yang Gensi has a glorious heroic image and will always stand on the small high ridge.
The sky suddenly burst into a layer of red light, shining on the little high ridge...
Our general offensive has begun. In all directions, they launched a annihilating attack on the besieged US invading forces.
"Learn from Yang Gensi and fight like Yang Gensi!"
On the frozen shores of Changjin Lake and huangcaoling, on the south bank of the Han River and in the days of fighting on the north and south of the 38th Parallel, the soldiers' hearts all read Yang Gensi's name.
Yang Gensi
Chinese the leading organ of the People's Volunteer Army issued an order: Comrade Yang Gensi was posthumously awarded the honorable title of "Special Hero". The company in which Yang Gensi belonged before his death was named "Yang Gensi Company".
The Standing Committee of the Supreme Council of State of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea awarded Yang Gensi the title of "Hero of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea", as well as the Gold Star Medal and the National Flag Medal of the First Class.
Comrade Yang Gensi's heroic deeds of not being afraid of suffering and death embody the heroic spirit of our people in fighting their enemies to the end, the iron will of the people's army to overwhelm all enemies and never be subjugated by them, and the high proletarian consciousness and the great internationalist spirit of our people. Yang Gensi, the hero who stands tall in the sky, his steel oath that as long as there is still one person and one breath, he will fight the enemy to the end, and his glorious hero image of rushing to the invaders with explosives packages will always be engraved in people's hearts.
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