Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

When Captain Liu Xuan assigned the task, none of the officers present had any questions and they immediately dispersed, organizing people to build positions and prepare to block the US troops.

Looking at the soldiers with high morale, Cheng Hao couldn't help but feel depressed.

Dispersing the troops as much as possible and establishing small positions to block the enemy can effectively slow down the advance of the US army. However, dispersed troops also mean that the troops cannot support each other and have no way to retreat. Once the small position is surrounded by the enemy, it is almost certain to die.

The casualties suffered by the 702nd Regiment in this battle are unimaginable. It is not impossible that the entire regiment was sacrificed.

However, when the time came, neither the responsibility nor the honor of being a soldier allowed Cheng Hao to retreat. He could only suppress his anxiety and return to the camp to assign troops as calmly as possible, while urging each unit to seriously prepare for the upcoming war.

There was no way out. The 702nd Regiment came from afar and was at a disadvantage in terms of manpower and equipment. The only thing they could rely on was the limited geographical advantage.

If we don't build a good offensive, let alone stop the enemy's large-scale offensive, we may not even be able to withstand a round of artillery fire.

The division of troops was quickly arranged, and Cheng Hao, as usual, led the way to guard the most prominent and forward position in the entire battalion.

However, the three company commanders in the battalion all expressed their opposition.

"Captain, you are now the leader of the entire battalion. You must consider the overall situation and never take risks like you did before.

If anything goes wrong with you, the morale of the entire battalion will suffer a great blow."

Cheng Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that his subordinates were concerned about him, and he didn't want to blame them too much. After thinking for a moment, he finally nodded and agreed: "I understand."

"Captain, we are fighting a blocking battle this time, and the most important thing is not to let the enemy get through.

I think you should guard the last position of our camp.

When the war breaks out, if anyone dares to desert, you can deal with him/her.

Unless our battalion is completely wiped out, the enemy won’t be able to get through even once.”

Although Cheng Hao agreed verbally, some people were still worried and would not be satisfied until they pushed him to the back.

"Is this what you all mean?"

Cheng Hao looked at his subordinates who all spoke in unison, knowing that they had probably discussed this privately beforehand, and felt a little annoyed for a moment.

"Captain, we are all considering the overall situation. We have absolutely no selfish motives."

The youngest among the cadres present was Cheng Hao, the commander of the Third Battalion. The older cadres below would subconsciously consider him a little more.

After all, Cheng Hao is still young and has a bright future. He should not be abandoned on the battlefield so early.

"I understand what you mean. The minority must obey the majority. I will listen to you."

With the war imminent, apart from personal factors, it was undoubtedly a safer arrangement for Cheng Hao to stay behind. In the end, he accepted the advice of his subordinates.

The military meeting was over and everyone dispersed. The three company commanders led their subordinates to the designated locations to dig fortifications. Cheng Hao stayed in the rear, patrolling the surroundings from time to time to fill in any gaps.

As soon as Cheng Hao finished his inspection, Captain Liu Xuan came up to him and asked him questions.

"Captain of the Third Battalion, how is the situation here?"

"Report to the leader, everything is going according to plan, please give instructions!"

Cheng Hao put down the engineer shovel and reported to Liu Xuan seriously.

"Yeah, well done."

Liu Xuan looked around and saw that the position here was rigorous and well-organized, and couldn't help but praise it.

After discussing business, Liu Xuan and Cheng Hao started chatting as they walked.

"Cheng Hao, I noticed that you looked a little unhappy during the meeting. Are you worried about the upcoming war?"

With no one around, Cheng Hao relaxed a lot and answered calmly, "Captain, if we arrange it like this, the casualties of the troops will be great."

In the past, when people said that there were heavy casualties in wars, it was actually because there were more wounded than dead, and many people could still survive after treatment after the war.

According to this arrangement, there are basically more dead people and very few living people.

Liu Xuan understood what Cheng Hao meant. Cheng Hao was worried about the casualties of his subordinates. He was worried too, but sometimes he didn't care about the casualties.

"As long as we can buy enough time for the main force to transfer, it's worth it even if our regiment is wiped out.

Besides, our regiment is located in the northern part of the Cheorwon defense line, and there is a division of troops in front of us. When it is our turn to hold on, we shouldn’t have to hold out for too long.”

There were already garrisons stationed in the Cheorwon area, and the 702nd Regiment was there to provide support.

"Captain, I understand.

Unless the three battalions are completely wiped out, we will never let the enemy pass."

Liu Xuan was so frank, it would seem artificial for Cheng Hao to keep hiding things.

"Well, I trust you, go ahead."

……

In early June, US troops rushed to Iron Triangle and the vigorous Iron Triangle Battle officially began.

On that day, the 702nd Regiment built in the north of Cheorwon was bombed by US aircraft. Before the enemy ground forces arrived, the entire regiment was shrouded in the shadow of war.

The air seemed to be filled with a lingering smell of gunpowder, constantly stimulating the soldiers' tense nerves and urging them to build fortifications and improve their positions as quickly as possible to meet the challenge.

In the following days, the 702nd Regiment's defense zone was peaceful. Except for the occasional air raids by enemy planes, the soldiers who were on high alert never saw any enemy ground forces. Human energy was limited, and many soldiers began to relax. A few even had contemptuous thoughts, thinking that the US military might not be able to reach this place.

Cheng Hao looked at his relaxed subordinates, his expression becoming more serious.

He knew very well that the reason why the US military had not arrived yet was due to the tenacious resistance of friendly forces at the front.

The friendly forces in front of the 702nd Regiment almost suffered annihilation in order to delay the U.S. advance with their blood and flesh, thus buying time for the rear to prepare.

However, this time the U.S. military was determined to destroy the Volunteer Army's manpower south of the 38th parallel, and its advance was particularly resolute. The blocking forces lacking heavy weapons were unable to stop their advance.

On the morning of June 702, the frontline of the nd Regiment was still quiet.

The time limit set by the superiors was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that the 702nd Regiment would survive this battle safely.

However, in the first rays of sunlight in the morning, a narrow black line appeared in the distant sky. As time went by, the black line became clearer and clearer. When the platoon leader stationed at the position looked through the telescope, he was surprised to find that the enemy troops were rushing towards them like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, before he could turn around to warn, a whistling sound was heard from the sky.

"hidden!"

As soon as the platoon leader shouted, the enemy's intensive artillery fire fell on the position. Many soldiers who were caught off guard were directly blown to pieces by the fierce firepower. In the blink of an eye, there were heavy casualties in the position.

After a round of shelling, the surviving platoon leader struggled to get up from the dust, covered his ears with one hand, picked up his gun on the ground and shouted, "Prepare for battle!"

As expected, enemy ground forces followed the artillery fire and launched a fierce attack on the position.

The battle of the 702nd Regiment finally started.