Chapter 801 The last moment (four) [two-in-one chapter]
While using the M2 carbine in his hand, he fired at the volunteer soldier whose heavy machine gun had jammed; while at the same time, Sergeant Martin advanced with seven or eight soldiers under his command.
Suddenly, after making some discoveries, he quickly yelled: "Stop moving forward~"
That's when he saw a volunteer soldier lying on the ground where a tank gun had fired, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
This guy was really unlucky. The trunk of a thick pine tree weighing on him weighed hundreds of kilograms at least.
Faced with such a discovery, Sergeant Martin did not dare to be careless at all.
Even at this moment, the volunteer soldier lying on the ground had one of his legs blown off, and there was a large amount of blood under his body that seemed to drain all the blood from his body.
There are also wounds everywhere on other parts of the body. With such serious injuries, it looks like he should have been dead a long time ago.
But based on years of combat experience, I have developed some cautious practices.
Sergeant Martin didn't hesitate at all, but raised his hand and fired a shot to greet him.
The bullet that was rushed out in a hurry was slightly missed, and did not hit the target's chest and abdomen; instead, it hit the volunteer soldier's only remaining thigh.
After the bullet entered, a ball of blood immediately spattered.
But the problem is not big, because during such a process, the volunteer soldier on the ground did not even react at all.
Seeing this, Sergeant Martin put aside his biggest worry.
Because based on the rich combat experience he gained during World War II, he knew whether it was the most brave and resolute SS soldiers under Mustache, or those crazy little devils.
When seeing an enemy, someone may lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, waiting until they get close and then jump up to attack.
However, these people cannot remain still after being shot, because this kind of instinctive reaction of the body is simply not something that the mental strength can endure.
Besides, there are very few people who would do such a thing.
More opponents will surrender and be sent to prisoner of war camps. After receiving treatment, they will continue to live well until the end of the war.
After letting go of such a worry, Sergeant Martin smiled and cursed at the disapproving rookies:
"Rookies, please remember that if you want to survive on the battlefield, don't be afraid of any trouble."
After saying that, he continued to charge forward with his soldiers; after only running five or six steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
That's right! There must be a line of sight that made him feel hairy. He didn't know where he was looking at him at this moment, making him feel as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
After instinctively lowering his head, he suddenly saw a scene that made him extremely frightened.
In a position very close to the feet of a group of them, Sergeant Martin was extremely sure that the volunteer soldier who was absolutely dead was alive.
On the side of the pole at his waist, a bundle of wooden-handled grenades was already emitting thick smoke.
What's even more terrifying is that the other party opened his eyes at some point with a smile on his face.
Finally, the volunteer soldier actually said softly in English with a Connecticut accent:
"Hey! Soldiers, welcome to the beautiful east."
After hesitating for at least half a second, Sergeant Martin finally reacted; then with fearless courage, he pounced on the bundle of grenades.
No matter in any group, there will be some brave people, the difference is just the proportion.
But the moment he set off, a large ball of fire suddenly burst out from the ground, knocking Sergeant Martin and all the surrounding personnel to the ground.
At this time, Lang Qing, who was more than sixty meters away, finally fixed the jammed M2 heavy machine gun.
"F*ck you immortal~" After seeing such a scene and cursing such a sentence, Lang Qing opened his machine gun and fired wildly.
A group of soldiers greeted him from a position about a hundred meters away.
Facing the lashing fire snake, these soldiers instinctively began to dodge.
Suddenly, the difference between veterans and recruits was clearly displayed at this moment; several recruits hid behind tree trunks, while the veterans would rather lie on the snow on the ground.
Soon after, the wisdom of these veterans was revealed.
Because many seemingly thick tree trunks are often unable to block even small-caliber bullets, let alone the M2 heavy machine gun, a heavy weapon with a powerful 12.7 mm caliber bullet.
Under Lang Qing's firepower output, sawdust and snow powder began to fly all over the sky.
The soldiers who were hiding behind directly penetrated the tree trunk, and their bodies were directly blown away by the warheads that still carried powerful kinetic energy.
Even several thick tree trunks were directly broken into two parts by the waist; suddenly the tree trunks covered with snow suddenly smashed to the ground.
The soldiers and veterans who were lying on the ground and fighting back with M1 Garand rifles were buried directly.
It is a pity that Brother Lang Qing, who is fighting alone at this firepower point, cannot maintain such an excellent performance for long.
Even a ferocious tiger cannot stand up to a pack of wolves. There is some truth in this statement.
In order to attack a flank firepower point like Langqing, the soldiers with sufficient strength actually dispatched two platoons of troops to press against this side.
Therefore, even though Bianrou used self-destruction, he took away seven or eight people before he died; then Lang Qing's heavy machine gun fired and knocked over a dozen more people.
But when he loaded the M2 heavy machine gun in his hand and finished shooting a 100-round ammunition belt.
He had no time to put on a new one, because taking advantage of such an opportunity, the remaining 40 or so soldiers immediately took the opportunity to rush forward.
Upon seeing this, Lang Qing released a Type 50 submachine gun from the space ring and started firing again.
The submachine gun with a 71-round drum magazine only fired a dozen rounds, and a super bazooka rocket hit it.
After hitting the small slope where he was, Lang Qing flew backwards several meters as if he had been hit by a truck.
The Type 50 submachine gun in his hand flew out of his hands when he was flying upside down in mid-air.
When Lang Qing's back was heavily placed on a large pine tree and he stopped flying upside down, he felt that his poor lungs were about to be knocked out of his chest.
But even so, after landing, Lang Qing still gritted his teeth and pulled out the M1911 pistol from the holster on his thigh.
He opened fire on several soldiers at the front who had already rushed 50 meters away, knocking over two of them in the blink of an eye.
Originally, according to Lang Qing's plan, after firing a few bullets from the pistol, he was ready to start the final melee.
Unfortunately, at such a time, a 105mm tank shell landed directly at most two to three meters away from him.
When the violent explosion and flames enveloped Lang Qing, it regrettably represented one thing:
In the new battle, just three or four minutes after it started, the hilltop was used to resist the attack of the soldiers by the 7-man team, but already 2 people were lost in the battle.
It's not that their combat effectiveness is weak, it's that their opponents' firepower is a bit too strong.
If you want to use your flesh and blood to resist such powerful firepower, it will take too much life...
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The flank firepower point composed of Lang Qing and Bianrou disappeared in a short time. It must have been destroyed by the soldiers.
Naturally, he clearly saw the rookie Amu who had just been summoned this time.
But even after seeing such a scene, this rookie was just helpless at this moment; just like what Bianrou shouted before he died:
Sooner or later they will die, and people like them will just die a little later.
Therefore, instead of feeling heartbroken that two more team members died in battle, it is better to kill more soldiers before he dies.
What the heck! This crooked light machine gun made by the Japanese has been replaced by several team members as its owner. Who knows how many soldiers it will take to kill in total before it can fulfill the expectations that everyone has placed on it.
Anyway, with such a huge expectation, Amu felt that there was no way he could fulfill it.
All I can do is kill as many soldiers as possible before I die.
With such an idea in mind, Amu used his already very skilled movements to operate the crooked light machine gun in his hand.
He continued to use practiced bursts of fire to greet the soldiers at the foot of the hillside.
Yes, that's right! Now Amu, a rookie, can already be regarded as a somewhat reliable light machine gun main shooter.
Although in this mission, compared to their seniors, the rookies who were summoned were not as lucky as Moss.
The main reason is that in this mission, Hu Biao simply did not have the appropriate time and materials on hand, giving them an opportunity to train and grow.
But actual combat on the battlefield is the best way to train and grow.
As long as you don't die in the battle and feel the fierce process of the battle in the cruel war, you will be able to grow up quickly.
No! After fighting a few battles, Amu already looked good.
Under his quite skillful continuous fire, a squatting soldier just emerged from the hiding place, but his head was blown open by Amu.
"It's the 17th one~"
Immediately in Amu's mouth, Digu said this sentence with a very pleased tone.
Although these 27 battle results need to include all the enemies he killed while operating this crooked light machine gun on the third position.
In addition, there are factors such as being in defensive mode, and the soldiers do not care about casualties in order to attack, so it is easy to achieve results.
But for a rookie, he can kill 17 opponents so far, which is already very good.
It is a pity that Amu, with his wonderful expectations, is still looking forward to when the number of opponents he has killed will reach 20.
The sound of a 107mm caliber mortar hitting them was heard.
Just hearing the noise does not mean that Amu and the two rookies behind the scenes can escape this huge crisis.
After the commanding officer behind the scenes of the deputy shooter blurted out the words "Run~".
Feeling bad, the two rookies were ready to run away at all costs. They didn't even want the crooked light machine gun, and they didn't care about taking it with them.
But even so, it's still a little too late.
The two rookies who had been lying on the snow before, one responsible for shooting and the other responsible for loading bullets, had just gotten up from the ground.
The 107mm caliber mortar had landed quite accurately on their left, several meters away.
Under the huge shock wave generated by the explosion, Amu's whole body was lifted up. At the same time, he immediately felt a burst of severe pain in his left thigh, waist, arm and other places.
There is no doubt that these locations should have been hit by flying shrapnel or scratched.
But in such a situation, Amu showed a rather pleased expression on his face.
He is almost dead, but he still has such an expression. It's not that Amu, a rookie, has a problem with his head being blown, but that he knows one thing clearly:
I'm about to die, and I can finally be freed.
Damn it! This is not me seeking death on my own initiative, but actually fighting to death. They are two different concepts, okay?
Then the next thing he needs to do is to let the rookie commander behind the scenes take over that damn crooked light machine gun and continue to fight the soldiers.
As for how difficult and depressed the other party will be, he can't control it.
After all, he is going to die now, right?
At this moment, Amu even thought about how to operate it later, so that the commander behind the scenes could take on such a crooked light machine gun in the midst of great depression.
Just like how he suppressed the emotion of cursing in his heart and took over this thing in the Sansuoli position.
The problem is, plans can't keep up with changes.
After Amu fell heavily to the ground, he endured a huge suffocation in his chest and severe pain in multiple injured areas, and looked towards the commander behind the scenes.
After seeing clearly the commander behind the scenes, he felt like he was autistic.
Immediately in his mouth, he cursed angrily: "Damn it~ Why don't you follow the routine? Why do I just recite it like this?"
The reason why Amu is so aggrieved now is that he can see it in his sight:
The commander behind the scenes, who had placed high hopes on him, or who was preparing to let him take over, was now lying about six or seven meters away from him, lying there motionless.
There seemed to be no obvious wounds on the body of the commander behind the scenes, but his head was now twisted 180 degrees.
The fact that his eyes can now see his own back means that this guy is already dead.
What's even more heartbreaking is that Amu didn't know what he thought of for this next family in his plan before he died. Anyway, he had a huge sense of relief on his face.
Maybe he thought about it, and finally didn't have to take over that damn crooked light machine gun.
A little further away, the Japanese's crooked-handled light machine gun was merely overturned by the shock wave of the explosion. It seemed that there was no actual damage at all.
I don’t know how this thing is so strong.
"What the hell! Everyone knows that the craftsmanship of the devil is actually a thing of the devil, but how can this thing be so strong and not broken?"
Finally, Amu cursed like this in his mouth.
Then he was about to stand up and continue to run towards the crooked machine gun.
As a result, he stood up and fell to the ground.
In the spare time, I could only crawl all the way on the ground; prepare to climb to the crooked light machine gun, lift it up and continue firing.
Otherwise? Isn't he still alive?
Before he died, he had no way to convince himself that nothing could be wrong with this.
In this way, among the ten rookies summoned this time, Amu, currently only one of the two alive, began to fight again.
Several soldiers who thought that this firepower point had been eliminated and took the opportunity to rush up were knocked to the ground one by one.
The number of opponents he killed continued to rise.
"18, 19...22, 23~" Finally, it was time to reach 23 kills.
Obviously there were still a few rounds of bullets left in this thing, but Amu even lost the strength to pull the trigger. He fell on this crooked light machine gun and entered his final moments.
In this way, here on the hilltop position.
Except for Lao Hei and Bai Xiang on the two anti-aircraft vehicles, the only people left to stop the attack of hundreds of soldiers were Zhui Feng, Qing Tian, and Tiedan.
A little further away, the three of them were also under tremendous pressure.
After finishing all the bullets for the Type 50 submachine gun in his hand almost as quickly as possible, Zhuifeng was still thinking about changing the drum.
But when he saw that the red barrel was almost deformed, Zhui Feng could only throw it away, pick up the M3 on hand again and continue to fire.
At the same time, he didn't have any extra time to take a look at the situation of the air defense position on the hilltop.
I could only mutter silently in my heart: "You can rest assured that we have air defense. No soldier will be released until we are all dead."