Goodbye, uncle, and don't look back. Are you afraid that I will forget you? No, Little Golden Flower will never! As an anti-tank hero, you are as famous as Huang Jiguang, Qiu and Yang Gensi. As a hero of the Republic of China, you have been shining like gold for decades; As a state guest invited by the Korean Party and people, you revisited 3,000 miles at the age of 70. As an outstanding figure of the Chinese nation, at the 50th anniversary celebration of the Republic of China, you were once again invited by the Party and the people to board the Tiananmen viewing platform-a miracle in Chinese and foreign military history-to remember Tan Bingyun, a former first-class fighting hero of the Volunteers. A man, a gun and three grenades intercepted the second division of the American riding for eight hours! I remember that on the evening of May 24th, the squad leader Tan Bingyun, with his new soldier Mao He, dug a foxhole beside the road below the 390 highland. This terrain was carefully chosen by Tan Bingyun. This section of road is very narrow, with rivers on one side and rocks on the other. The river banks and rock walls are steep. If one enemy tank is damaged, the other tanks are easily blocked. As a monitor, Tan Bingyun knows the great significance of this sniper mission. After reaching the 390 highland, he immediately led the whole class of soldiers to the designated place to build fortifications. Later, he left the rest of the soldiers in the trenches on the hillside to cover, and he took Mao He off the road. Tan Bingyun watched the movement at the end of the road with alert eyes. I saw a beam of light sweeping across the distant sky. In a short time, as the beam got closer, the rumble became louder and louder. There is a beam of light passing through a forest in front of it, hitting the 390 highland where thousands of troops are hidden, then moving from the highland to the river, and suddenly moving to Tan Bingyun's hiding place. Fortunately, he has hidden himself with branches so that the enemy can't see him. Looking out through the cracks in the leaves, countless beams of light kept shaking on the expressway, and behemoths galloped from a distance. From a distance, it looks like a huge chain twisted. The road was covered with dust and the light beams were dyed orange. "Monitor, see? How many tanks are there? " The new soldier Mao asked nervously. "I still can't see clearly," Tan Bingyun took out a Grenade from his waist and handed it to Mao He, saying, "I'm leaving first. There you are." At this time, the jingle of the crawler was distinguished from the rumble of the engine, and the light beam on the car directly hit the mountainside where the comrades in the class were hiding. Tan Bingyun left the foxhole covered with branches and crawled in the bushes. The tank is getting closer and closer. Although Tan Bingyun is a veteran who participated in the Liberation War, it is the first time in his life to play tank games, and he is inevitably a little nervous. The tank was less than 20 meters away from him, and he did not move; Fifteen meters, he straightened up and knelt down on one leg, clutching the Grenade with his right hand and putting his left index finger in the ring, and continued to wait patiently. Every meter the tank advances, Mao and his comrades on the hillside are locked for a few minutes. Five meters, three meters, finally, the comrades saw Tan Bingyun with a wave of his hand, and the Grenade flew out at high speed, drawing an arc in the pledge tank. "Boom!" With an earth-shattering noise, a hot air dive to Tan Bingyun's face. When he looked intently, it was annoying that the tank that ate one of his grenades was not hit and the headlights were blown off. He shot at random, while continuing to climb, and soon passed before Tan Bingyun. Tan Bingyun this nasty, let this thing in the past, absolutely not! He rushed into the road regardless of his life, strode away to chase the tank and threw a second Grenade at its ass. Before he could lie down, a shrapnel hit his forehead in a violent explosion. It was dark, and he fell groggy on the expressway. "Monitor! Monitor! " Mao Hefei ran to the highway, hugged Tan Bingyun and shouted loudly. Tan Bingyun's eyes were full of blood dripping from his forehead. It's so warm that he can't see anything. He wiped his eyes and forehead with his sleeve and asked anxiously, "where is the tank?" What about the tank? " "Finished, the tank is reimbursed!" Hearing this, Tan Bingyun was relieved. Mao He took out his first aid kit and wrapped it on Tan Bingyun's head. At this moment, a string of shells exploded around them. Tan Bingyun pushed Mao He away and shouted in a hurry, "Quick, quick hit the second car! Fight, fight! " With a gun in his hand, he staggered along the road, along a small ditch on the side of the road, and rushed to the second tank coming on. In this move, blood oozed from the tight bandage and flowed down the cheeks. Tan Bingyun didn't wipe the blood, leaned against the place where his right eye could still see, and threw the last Grenade at the tank. At this moment, a huge fireworks burst out, and the tank suddenly stopped with a scream of "cheep", but the motor was still rumbling and the muzzle was still breathing fire. Tan Bingyun rolled over and came to the road, picked up an automatic rifle and shot at the tank. He knew that only when he actively attracted the enemy's fire would Mao have a chance to lean forward and clean up the tank. Sure enough, the enemy turned the turret, and the shells and machine gun bullets came at Tan Bingyun together. At this time, Mao He went around the back of the tank and threw grenades to blow it up. Tan Bingyun ran to expressway and saw a long line of tanks behind him trying to reverse and escape. At this time, Mao He suddenly exclaimed: "monitor, man, man!" " "Tan Bingyun suddenly looked back and saw an American soldier emerge from the top of the second bombed tank. This guy is really strange, his hands are drooping, his head is drooping on his chest, but his body is still crawling. Tan Bingyun saw through the enemy's smoke screen at a glance. This is clearly a corpse pushed out by the enemy of the tank mine. Tan Bingyun grabbed the concave hoop on the tank and boarded it before his body fell. As soon as the body slipped away from him, he picked up the automatic rifle and sent it in along the Tianmen cover on the top of the turret. "Dadada" is a shuttle. Tanqueray let out a few moans, and then he couldn't hear anything. Tan Bingyun stood on the water tank and looked south. Other enemy tanks have run far away. He went back to the foxhole and sat down. At this time, I feel my head is as heavy as a millstone. It seems that there are countless ants crawling and biting, reaching out and wiping my face, and my hands are covered with sticky blood. The bandage is gone, and he doesn't know when it fell. Mao and one leg knelt down and bandaged the wound on the monitor's head again. It was already dawn on the second floor, and a red sun appeared from behind the high Xue Yue Mountain. U.S. planes began to bombard 390 highlands, and gravel and mud splashed on the hills, and thick smoke and dust enveloped the highway with overwhelming force. Mao He has been sent back by Tan Bingyun to ask for grenades. Tan Bingyun is the closest person to the enemy. At this time, a covered jeep came galloping from the north, and the jeep kept honking its horn, as if cheering for a tank that was beaten by Tan Bingyun. Tan Bingyun saw that the car body was painted with a striking white star emblem, and the driver was wearing a dark green American uniform and a stiff helmet. It is estimated that this must be the enemy who broke through our defense line two days ago and tried to contact this attacking armored force. He opened one eye exposed to the bandage, picked up an automatic rifle, aimed at the car and made a "quick release" sound. The glass in front of the steering wheel was broken and the driver collapsed in his seat. Just now, the car kept honking, which reminded Tan Bingyun. Now that this section of the road has been blocked, the remaining tanks will not easily enter here. In order to clean them up, they have to go to the front to intercept them. So he went to expressway and headed south. After walking 100 meters, he took a fancy to a piece of terrain on the roadside. Here, there are rocks on one side and steep slopes on the other. There are dense clusters of wild grape cages near the steep slope, which can be observed hidden on the south highway. He nodded with satisfaction and turned back to the original foxhole. At the right moment, Mao came back with grenades. In a short time, the platoon leader also came down from the position and shouted across the distance; "Tan Bingyun, MAO said you were hurt. Go down quickly, and I'll send someone to replace you. ""Never mind, I can insist. Platoon leader, I have a trick. I spanked with a Grenade, and no one was blind. " "No, Tan Bingyun, I think you are badly hurt. You'd better hurry down. " The platoon leader saw Tan Bingyun's head bandaged with blood and was worried about him. Tan Bingyun lost his temper with Mao Hefa: "You little fellow, I told you to get a Grenade. How can you tell me? " Mao He also advised him: "Ban Chang, go down and put the tank on us." "How did you make this up? I just scratched my skin. What does it matter? " Tan Bingyun shook his head hard, indicating that he was really not seriously injured. When the platoon leader saw Tan Bingyun's insistence on the line of fire, he nodded reluctantly, said a few words to him and went to the position. As soon as the platoon leader left, Tan Bingyun said to Mao He, "I'll ambush in front, and you stay here and guard the north." Mao looked north and shouted, "monitor, why is there another car?" Tan Bingyun said, "What's your name? This is one thing. " Without the support of bunkers, trenches and artillery, Tan Bingyun lay prone on wild grapes and stared at the road ahead. He hasn't realized that history has chosen him and created miracles in Chinese and foreign military history. One man can deal with the heavy tanks of the American army with one gun and three grenades! Absolutely incredible, and it is true. I am afraid of the truth. Strangely, Tan Bingyun, as an ordinary soldier in China, has no fear and anxiety at this time. Of course, what is even more unexpected is that he is working miracles. Miracles that are being created and will be created will inevitably bring him and his nation a brilliant future!