"If my anti-tank guns were here, I would even pull out the bunker for you!"
Inside the trench, Wei Ran angrily withdrew the Mosin-Nagant rifle in his hand, but in the end he failed to fire that uncertain bullet.
Compared with hurriedly firing a shot to try, this temporarily concealed position is more valuable. Therefore, when there is not enough certainty, not shooting is the best choice, and this is what he did at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
One of the most important things you learn in a firearms course.
Obviously, this hidden location did not attract too much attention because it was less than 200 meters away from the Americans like the place where Chen Qi had just been met.
But if he returns to his previous position, even if he is sure to hit enemies within 200 meters with his sights, he is not sure that he can achieve the 20-kill requirement before being killed by the Americans.
Sitting down slowly against the trench with his gun in his arms, Wei Ran secretly thought about how he could complete his return mission.
It is obviously unrealistic to practice marksmanship on a temporary basis. The poor book only gave a total of 15 days, and the ammunition bag on the body only had 35 rounds of bullets. It even included a prisoner-capturing operation, so we really had to wait.
I have perfected my marksmanship, so I'm afraid the signing at the Menban store has already finished.
"Since we can't hit the enemy 300 meters away, we'll hit the enemy 200 meters away. If we can't hit the enemy 200 meters away, we'll hit the enemy 100 meters away!" Wei Ran gritted his teeth and made his own decision.
Looking up at the sunset that was about to be completely blocked, he first blocked the newly dug shooting hole with soil and rocks, and then took off his shirt and put it on again.
Crouching down and observing carefully along the trench, Wei Ran also had a general understanding of the current situation.
To put it simply, both sides occupy a small high ground that is not too prominent. They are separated by a straight line distance of about 300 meters and are in a stalemate stage. The Americans want to take over the position of the volunteers, and vice versa. But there is nothing they can do.
The terrain, but neither side can do anything about the other.
Of course, the U.S. military is constantly bombarding with aircraft, artillery and tanks, but at the same time it has restrained a large number of troops. However, the Volunteer Army's cold guns and cold artillery fire every now and then, and its lethality does not seem to be much less than that of the aircraft and artillery.
In addition, he also noticed some valuable clues. At the foot of the mountain in the other direction, less than 200 meters away from the American position, there were also a few Pershing or Sherry vehicles scattered here and there.
There are the wreckage of Mann tanks, and less than fifty meters behind the wreckage is the barbed wire fence deployed by the US military. Another hundred meters behind the barbed wire fence is the American position.
In other words, if he could get close to the tank wreckage, he might have a chance to complete the return mission of killing 20 people.
But correspondingly, once the Americans discover that they are hiding there, they may immediately be attacked by artillery or even aircraft.
He even had no doubt that in the small square grid in the hands of the artillery observers on both sides, the tank wreckage might have been marked with detailed coordinate data.
However, as the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger. If he wants to complete the return mission, the vicinity of the wreckage is obviously the best hiding place, and it is also his only choice at the moment.
Returning to the place where he had just met Chen Qi, Wei Ran picked up two tattered sack pieces and a piece of wire that was as thick as a toothpick and two fingers long after some searching. He got up and walked towards the back.
Wei Ran found a piece of grass that no one cared about. He pulled out some dead branches, shrubs and grass under the dim sky, and used the wire as a crochet hook to pin them irregularly to the two sides that were cut by the bayonet.
On a piece of sack.
After roughly getting two pieces of ghillie suits that looked pretty good, Wei Ran, who had already made up his mind, walked alone in the night and returned to the position where he planned to shoot not long ago. He sat down and still put it here.
The engineer shoveled on the shovel, took out the compass and watch from the metal book, stared at the pointer that beat at a constant speed, and waited patiently.
A full three and a half hours passed, until the stars appeared in the night sky. He then put away the fluorescent compass and watch, picked up the engineer shovel and climbed out of the trench carefully.
Under the scanning of flares and high-power searchlights that rose from time to time on the opponent's position, Wei Ran carefully climbed forward a hundred or ten meters under the cover of shrubs, and finally stopped behind a mound the size of a grave.
Risky glanced at the U.S. military position opposite. After a brief pause, he changed direction and continued to crawl forward diagonally, finally stopping at the edge of the barbed wire fence.
This place is only at most a hundred meters away from the trenches on the opposite side. Occasionally, you can even hear some indistinct sounds and vague conversations coming from the Americans in the trenches. Even searchlights will come from your own from time to time.
Scanned over the body.
After a short pause and waiting for the searchlight to shine into the distance, Wei Ran continued to crawl sideways, patiently looking for gaps in the barbed wire while keeping a distance of more than two meters from the barbed wire so as not to disturb the cans hanging on it.
The hard work paid off, and after crawling continuously for nearly an hour, he finally found the American observation post.
This diagonally protruding trench was only less than 10 meters away from the barbed wire fence. There was a wreckage of a tank parked in front of it, and the barbed wire fence was also in front of the wreckage of the tank. But as long as he got closer, he could hear it.
You can hear the faint sounds of conversation behind the tank, and you can even smell the smell of tobacco wafting over.
He retreated a distance more carefully, bypassing the hidden observation post and crawling back decisively. Finally, he stopped near the wreckage of a Pershing tank, only about 100 meters away from the American observation post.
This Pershing tank seemed to have suffered an explosion in its ammunition rack. Not only was the turret blown off, but the road wheels on both sides were also missing. The interior was even more of a mess, and there were some traces of what he had heard on various battlefields.
The smell of corpses that have been there.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, fortunately, the overall frame of this tank is still there, and the armor on the front of the vehicle is also intact. The most important thing is that under its chassis, it seems that
There is still quite a bit of space.
“This is it”
Wei Ran muttered to himself, then carefully walked around to the front of the car, wielding the engineer shovel to dig up the soft soil that had been blasted, and dug out a hole the size of a washbasin.
Difficultly getting into the gap under the chassis, Wei Ran did not forget to restore the newly dug hole to its original shape, and then began to dig unscrupulously. While expanding the hiding spot space, he also piled the excavated soil on both sides.
The position near the road wheel is used for reinforcement and shielding.
As he worked all night long, the space under the chassis of the wreckage of the tank gradually increased, and outside, even late at night, the cold gunfire never stopped. From time to time, a crisp sound came from the direction of the Volunteer Army's position.
Gunshots rang out, and on the other side of the US military position, either the searchlights were knocked out, or some idiot smoking a cigarette had his skull lifted off.
Even if nothing is hit, the sudden gunshots will make the Americans nervously fire flares one after another, or induce the machine guns hiding in the bunkers to emit conspicuous muzzle flashes, thereby attracting
to hit the shooter's bullet.
When these harassment tactics were exhausted, around four o'clock in the morning, Wei Ran even heard the loud charge horn and the roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami!
Just as he nervously poked his head out from the front of the tank heading towards the volunteers, the Americans were like setting off fireworks on their position, shooting free flares one after another, and even,
Before the flares landed, the American artillery launched.
However, whether it was the Americans or the Wei people who were almost hiding in the center of the battlefield, after they waited stupidly for more than ten minutes, except for being dazzled by the flares, there was no movement at all on the Volunteer Army's position.
The gunners all died down and never fired a single bullet or shell.
"You're going to have a nervous breakdown for how many days in a row?"
Realizing that he had been deceived, Wei Ran laughed and laughed in his mind and teased his American friends across the way. He silently retracted under the tank chassis and continued to wield the engineer shovel to quietly expand the space for hiding in the bunker.
When outside the deliberately left observation hole, a hint of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, he stopped what he was doing. At this time, even if he squatted down, there was a punch between the top of his head and the tank chassis.
distance.
Shaking his red hands, Wei Ran took one last look outside, then took off his camouflage sack and spread it near the shooting hole. Then he lay on it and took a breath, fumbled and took off the camouflage sack hanging on his shoulders.
Dry food bags.
This long dry food bag contains fried noodles. Of course, this fried noodles is not the kind of paper box on the snack street in later generations. It costs five or eight yuan a portion. It tastes pretty good. It is just flour.
, it’s not even wheat flour, but soybeans and sorghum, which are ground into powder, added with salt, and finally heated and fried in a pot into a light yellow powdery dry food.
In future generations, this kind of thing will feel similar to soy milk powder. If it is introduced by Internet celebrities, add some sugar substitutes and dried fruits, rinse it with water and stir it, it may be used by many beauty-loving girls.
One of the alternative whole grains for weight loss.
But in fact, after Wei Ran tried to pinch a ball and put it in his mouth, he found that the food was far less delicious than he thought.
Although salt is added to this powdered dry food, it is only salt. I don’t know if it is because it has been hanging on the body for a long time. It tastes slightly salty and has a slight earthy smell.
And the odor of sweat that cannot be ignored. The most important thing is that it is too dry, which affects the throat.
With difficulty, Wei Ran soaked the handful of powdery substance in his mouth with his saliva, chewed it randomly for two times, and finally had to unscrew the kettle and pour a small amount of water before reluctantly swallowing it.
With a silent sigh, he placed the dry food bag on the damp ground, hoping that after the moisture soaked in, the powdery dry food would not taste so bitter. But at the same time, he also knew that this was slightly
Salty dry food is actually quite good, at least it is much better than eating raw corn and raw potatoes.
After taking a short rest, Wei Ran turned around and lay down behind the fist-sized shooting hole, patiently looking at the US military positions. He memorized the terrain bit by bit. Even after making sure that no one had discovered him, he simply stopped observing.
Kong, closed his eyes and started to catch up on his sleep with peace of mind.
He was waiting for the bunker he dug to completely integrate with the surrounding environment over time before he could start hunting.
Near noon, the rumbling sound of artillery and the roar of aircraft sounded again. Wei Ran, who was awakened, curled up and carefully poked an observation hole the size of a table tennis ball with the wooden handle of an engineer shovel.
Until the sound of artillery stopped, until the gunfire rang out, and until the roar of the aircraft engine completely disappeared, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips. Obviously, at least the Americans did not notice his little actions under their noses.
The observation hole was blocked again, and after a long wait, night fell again. Wei Ran, who was still hiding in the bunker, patiently balled up a ball of damp fried noodles and stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.
It still doesn't taste good, and it's even harder to eat because of the moisture, but at least it's not like eating dry flour that makes you spit out flour every time you take a breath.
Not daring to eat more, he poured a small sip of water into his mouth stingily, took out the watch fixed with the compass in the metal book, and then carefully turned over and looked through the holes in the chassis above his head.
Spend time looking at the starry night sky.
When the time came to about one o'clock in the morning, a clear gunshot broke the silence, and the searchlights on the American position suddenly exploded.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Immediately afterwards, noisy gunshots rang out from all over the US military trench line, and the eye-catching muzzle flash was more like fearing that others would not know their position.
Swinging left and right unscrupulously.
In just a few seconds, one flare after another rose into the night sky. However, there was still no movement in the position behind Wei Ran. Obviously, just like last night, this was to make it clear that he did not intend to let the American soldiers
sleep tight.
After more than half an hour of noisy action, the American position finally quieted down, and the blind searchlight was turned on again. However, not long after, the searchlight was extinguished again with the sound of a gunshot.
This cycle went on for most of the night, and almost at dawn, the roar of aircraft engines came from behind the trenches of the US military position.
Wei Ran, who had been awakened for a long time, carefully pulled out an observation hole as big as a fist. Wherever he looked, there were many snail-like tentacles like gun scopes, telescopes, and some more emerging from the trenches behind the barbed wire fences.
Boldly, the American soldier is sticking out his upper body.
"It's time to get to work"
Wei Ran groaned secretly, and loaded the Mosin-Nagant rifle in his hand with a "Kacha" sound. He had been waiting here for two days, and if he waited any longer, it would be just a waste of money.
Carefully placing the muzzle of the gun on the sack piece just inside the edge of the shooting hole, Wei Ran slowly moved his body, and finally used the crosshair to trap a prey with a cigar in his mouth.
Although the distance between the two sides is now less than two hundred meters, although the prey will still be completely blocked by the crosshair, the artillery shells coming from behind the US military position and the aircraft overhead provide him with additional cover, so even if
If you miss, there is a high probability that no one will notice you.
Holding his breath and concentrating, Wei Ran took in a strong breath and slowly exhaled it. At the same time, the finger on the trigger also slowly increased its strength.
"boom!"
After a gunshot that was almost completely covered up by the sound of artillery, he immediately withdrew the rifle in his hand. At the same time, Wei Ran also saw that the man who had just been holding a cigar in his mouth had fallen back into the trench on his back.
“Happy opening, the first one”
Wei Ran took out the Mauser bayonet from the metal book and made a notch on the butt of the gun.show_htm3;
