With a gunshot that was masked by the explosion, Wei Ran immediately drew back his rifle and blocked the shooting hole with his canvas bag.
This was already the afternoon when he fired his first shot. During this whole day, including the shot just now, he only fired four shots, but there were already three more shots on the butt of his gun.
to the notch.
The firing frequency of the Weifan is not very high. On average, it takes basically two to three hours to fire one bullet.
Of these four shots, he could be sure that only three were killed. In addition to the one smoking a cigar in the morning, there was also a man carrying an artillery mirror, and a man who seemed to be wearing a priest's robe.
Of course, he was not disrespecting God and the old man, he was just worried that his friend Mr. Tom, who was also a military chaplain, would be bored in heaven alone, so he sent him a companion to relieve his boredom.
As for the only shot he was unsure of, it was aimed at the fortress of machine gun fire that he had always been thinking about.
He was certain that the shot did hit the shooting hole, and he did notice that the old godmother stopped for more than ten seconds, but he was not sure whether it killed the machine gunner.
After touching the word "正" that was only two strokes away from being written on the butt of the gun, Wei Ran finally did not open the shooting hole. He just took out a magazine from the ammunition bag and pressed the bullet into the chamber.
And put the extra hair into his pocket.
It was his third day here. In the remaining 12 days, he had to kill 17 more targets. Taking into account the prisoner-capturing mission that would appear at unknown times, on average, he would have to kill at least two targets every day.
Only one KPI can be used to complete the layout of metal notebooks.
But rather than hiding like a mouse under the wreckage of the tank, he actually wanted to go back to the trenches, take more photos with his camera, chat with familiar and unfamiliar people, including Chen Qi, and ask questions.
Ask them where their home is and what their name is.
Shaking the kettle that had already reached the bottom, Wei Ran swallowed and secretly thought about returning to the trench to replenish some fresh water after dark, so as to complete this time-consuming and patient sniping mission as soon as possible.
As he waited, as time passed by, the beam of sunlight from the hole in the tank chassis above his head gradually moved eastward and finally disappeared completely. Wei Ran was also able to see the starry night sky above his head through the hole.
, and whether it is a rising flare.
"wrong..."
Gradually, Wei Ran frowned. In the previous two nights, the searchlights of the US military positions would sweep over basically every half minute. But this time, he waited for more than ten minutes, but those few searchlights were coming from the beginning to the end.
Didn't touch this area like before.
"broken!"
Wei Ran couldn't sit still anymore and immediately opened the observation hole, looking for the conspiracy behind the changes in the searchlight's trajectory in the night and the flares that rose from time to time.
However, until the searchlight was smashed like yesterday, he still didn't see anything wrong.
Wei Ran, who had been thirsty all day, was no longer in a hurry to refill the water in the trenches. Instead, he was looking at the direction of the US military position with increasing vigilance.
As time passed little by little, the Sparrow War on the Volunteer Army's side continued as usual, and the reaction on the American side's side seemed to be no different from usual.
But when the time came to around three o'clock in the night, Wei Ran heard the slight sound of the can skin hanging on it shaking when the barbed wire was touched.
Subconsciously looking in the direction of the observation post sitting behind the tank wreckage, Wei Ran quickly saw a dozen figures crawling out from under the tank chassis with the help of the flares that rose from time to time. He then watched them pass by.
There was a gap under the barbed wire fence, and he was creeping towards the area where he was.
Did they find me during the day? Are these people planning to grab their tongues?
Wei Ran couldn't help but become nervous. He threw away the Mosin-Nagant rifle he was holding and replaced it with the Bobosha submachine gun in the metal book.
However, what he didn't expect was that the figures dispersed after crawling near the wreckage of the tanks. Immediately afterwards, Wei Ran heard the sound of engineers digging the ground with shovels from the front of the tank where he was hiding.
When it rubs against the gravel in the soil, it produces a fine grinding sound.
When did the landmine come?
Wei Ran grinned. It was obvious that once the volunteers really launched a charge, these tank wrecks would definitely be the best bunkers. As long as mines were laid here, they would not only delay the charge, but also serve as an early warning.
Thinking of this, Wei Ran replaced the submachine gun in his hand with a Mauser bayonet, then carefully pulled out the shooting hole and got out gently.
When he ducked around to the side of the tank wreckage, he immediately saw an American soldier lying in the shadow of the tank wreckage, carefully digging the soil near the front of the tank with a engineer shovel, and next to him, there seemed to be a
canvas bag.
Looking left and right, Wei Ran took advantage of the opponent to turn over the shovelful of soil he dug out, and at the same time, he grasped the bayonet in his hand, pointed it at the opponent's back and stabbed his lungs diagonally.
While turning the bayonet in his hand vigorously, his whole body also pressed on the soldier's body, pressing his face into the hole he had just dug by relying on his weight. By the way, he also pressed his knee down on his face.
an arm.
Pulling out the bayonet and stabbing it into the lungs from the back, the soldier completely stopped moving before he even had time to scream.
Picking up the canvas bag next to the soldier and looking at it, Wei Ran's brows jumped involuntarily. There were two M3 square mines inside. Once this thing exploded, even if he was hiding under the wreckage of the tank, he would be afraid.
No one is immune.
Seeing that the flares in the night sky were about to fall and the second batch of flares was about to rise, Wei Ran did not dare to delay and stuffed the body under the chassis of the wreckage of the tank as quickly as possible, and pulled off his dog tags.
The firing holes were blocked indiscriminately, and the guards quickly crawled towards the trenches of their own position, dodging flares and searchlights as quickly as possible.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Password!" In the trench, a soldier on guard shouted vigilantly.
"have no idea!"
Wei Ran, who had been hiding outside for two or three days, naturally didn't know what the password was. He just shouted faster before the opponent made any move, "Shoot in the direction of the tank wreckage! There are Americans laying landmines there!"
"Is it Comrade Wei Ran?" Chen Qi's voice came over suddenly.
"It's me! It's me!"
Wei Ran responded quickly, "My pen is still in your hand. Have you finished writing the letter to your daughter Qiu Guo?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately jumped into the trench as quickly as possible, and then found Chen Qi standing at the door of a tunnel, looking expectantly at him. In his hand, he even held a roll of gauze.
"Where have you been these two days?" Chen Qi asked happily.
"It's hidden under the tank."
Wei Ran handed the blood-stained dog tag in his hand to the little soldier beside him, "Hurry up and organize shooting at the tank wreckage. There are more than a dozen laying mines there! In addition, the tank wreckage near the barbed wire fence is their entrance and exit!"
quick!"
Upon hearing this, the young soldier, who looked to be no more than 20 years old, immediately took the dog tag from Wei Ran and ran out.
A moment later, the flares from the Volunteer Army roared into the air, and the machine guns on the trench line began to spit out fiery snakes. A little later, the mortars fired from behind the position also accurately hit the tanks.
"Quickly enter the tunnel, the American counterattack artillery will hit us soon!"
While Chen Qi greeted Wei Ran, he had already pushed his shoulders into the tunnel with a sack curtain.
Behind the curtain, the first thing Wei Ran saw were two oil lamps made of coarse porcelain bowls and a wounded man whose chest was wrapped in gauze.
In addition, deeper in the tunnel, there are several shirtless soldiers with unshaven beards sitting, holding rifles or submachine guns. And among these soldiers, there is an iron bucket.
On the top of the bucket, a fist-sized stone was slowly dripping water.
"Are you injured?" When Chen Qi saw the blood on Wei Ran's abdomen, he subconsciously wanted to help him tear open his clothes.
"It's not mine." Wei Ran patted his belly, "It was stained when I stabbed one to death just now."
Before he could finish his words, artillery shells from the US military position began to hit overwhelmingly. A soldier in the tunnel reacted very quickly and picked up the wooden board at hand to cover the iron barrel, and several others also
Without thinking, he swarmed forward to protect the soldier who was wounded in the chest.
"Open your mouth! Open your mouth! Open your mouth!"
Chen Qi reminded everyone at the top of his lungs, but it was obvious that everyone in the tunnel knew this common sense to avoid being deafened. One of them, who seemed to be the youngest, even opened his mouth while having fun doing it.
Every grimace.
But at the same time, in the tunnel reinforced with wooden planks, a large amount of soil and gravel mixed with the explosion of the artillery shells were shaken out, so that everyone had to squint their eyes and lower their heads, waiting in agony.
The bombardment is over.
"Bold and high-spirited, cross the Yalu River!" Chen Qi, a health worker who used his entire upper body to protect the wounded, suddenly sang loudly, "Ready-sing!"
"Vigorous and high-spirited, crossing the Yalu River!"
The little warrior who had been making faces just now was the first to sing at the top of his lungs. His voice was not very nice, and it was even out of tune to a degree that even Wei Ran thought he could not match.
But the singing that had changed the tune and was mixed with the local accent of Qin was as powerful as the old tune sung by their ancestors. It was full of confidence and momentum that made Wei Ran's heart tremble and his whole body wanted to arouse a layer of goosebumps!
"To protect peace, to defend the motherland, we are to protect our hometown!" Several other soldiers who were unable to lift their heads after being hit by mud and gravel also sang along.
Listening to the songs sung by the soldiers with accents from all over China, Wei Ran also straightened his back in the bombed-out tunnel, and for the first time in his life, he let go of his throat, and the faces of those soldiers gradually overflowed with joy.
The smiling stranger soldiers sang the following lyrics together at the top of their lungs - China's good sons and daughters, unite as one. Resist US aggression and aid Korea, and defeat the ambitious wolf of US imperialism!