"Company commander, what's going on!" Yu Congrong came over and asked.
"As expected, it's this boy Xia Yuan. This boy is very well-hidden and his marksmanship is unexpectedly good."
Wu Qianli grinned and dusted off the dirt on his body. He was a little surprised that this boy had only joined the Seventh Company for a short time and only had two or three days of training in Shandong, but his marksmanship was so good.
This guy obviously has great talent in shooting.
"Brother Yuan's marksmanship is very accurate. As soon as those American devils show their heads, Brother Yuan will kill one of them with one shot. They all shrink back and dare not show their heads." Wu Wanli's dark face looked very funny, but he was talking very seriously,
He added: "Brother, I just killed a lot of American devils."
"These American devils are very cowardly. It's a good thing they don't show up. Let's forget it this time. I'll talk to you two alone after the battle is over. Bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield, so you must protect yourself."
Wu Qianli knew that there was no time left, so he immediately took off all the grenades on his body, stuffed them into Wu Wanli's arms, and wanted to teach him: "Count..."
Wu Wanli spoke first: "Brother Yuan taught me how to count five and how to explode."
Wu Qianli said nothing, patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder, turned to Yu Congrong and shouted: "Let's go!"
Wu Wanli looked at Wu Qianli's back and suddenly shouted: "Brother, be careful."
In the battlefield with noisy artillery fire, Wu Qianli did not hear Wu Wanli's voice. He took Yu Congrong along the side of the battle line to the high ground, and soon met Xia Yuan lying in the bunker. Xia Yuan looked like
The predator hiding in the darkness pulled the trigger and a US soldier was killed instantly.
"This guy's marksmanship is good!" Yu Congrong held the Sten submachine gun and looked at the US military position in surprise.
A soldier was shot and killed. The US military was so shocked that they thought it was a machine gunner. The artillery bullets were firing desperately in the direction of Xia Yuan. Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong watched with horror.
"Yu Congrong, go help!" Wu Qianli held his weapon and got behind the collapsed house from the bunker.
Yu Congrong followed Wu Qianli on the flank and fired at the enemy, drawing the enemy's firepower over.
Xia Yuan shrank and noticed that the number of bullets fired was decreasing. He raised his head and saw the figures of Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong. The two rushed into the trench and fired at the American troops who were approaching.
He retracted his gun from a distance, quickly changed his position, and relied on the favorable terrain to start shooting at the American troops in the trench.
With the firepower of Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong, Xia Yuan specially selected the US machine gunners to shoot. His aiming and calm skills were not enough to make him a real sniper, but they were comparable to snipers. He could hit eight out of ten shots.
Gun, this is a very scary hit rate.
Yu Congrong and Wu Qianli rushed into the trench and met the US troops head-on. One of the US troops was directly killed by Xia Yuan with a headshot. The other US troops were attacked by the two with Sten submachine guns. The three cooperated and the heavy firepower was slain by Xia Yuan.
The fire was extinguished, creating a good firepower output environment for Yu Congrong and Wu Qianli.
Pinghe on the other side pinned down a high point of the US military through the flank, helping the volunteer soldiers relieve the pressure.
However, the firepower of U.S. tanks is too powerful. Relying on the cover of tanks, the U.S. military still maintains tenacious firepower output. This is also inseparable from the configuration of individual weapons and equipment of the U.S. military.
"Yu Congrong, we must destroy the enemy's tanks." Wu Qianli rushed to the front, shot and killed several American soldiers, and turned around and shouted loudly.
"Company commander, be careful!" Yu Congrong suddenly saw an American soldier wearing a military coat standing up suddenly behind Wu Qianli.
Bang, a gunshot.
The American soldier fell to the ground.
Wu Qianli raised his gun and aimed it behind him. He discovered that the American soldier who had sneaked up on him had been killed. He turned around and looked at a bunker, only to see a figure changing positions.
"This guy's marksmanship is so accurate." Wu Qianli touched his hair. The bullet just rubbed his hair and killed the American soldier behind him.
It has only been a long time since Xia Yuan touched a gun. At most, he had really serious and systematic training during the training period in Shandong. The rest of the time was spent on the train, and he often listened to Pinghe talk about some gun training experiences.
"Does it mean that if you listen to Pinghe's explanation of how to shoot, you can shoot accurately?" Yu Congrong touched his head.
"Then we have to divide the people. If you go, you probably won't even understand what Pinghe said." Wu Qianli took the grenade off the American soldier, turned around and said, "Don't be stunned, it's almost dawn, we can't do it any more."
If we delay any longer, our advantage will be gone by daybreak."
Since the volunteer soldiers do not have air superiority, most of their operations take place at night when the line of sight is blocked. During the day, when U.S. military aircraft are ravaging North Korea, the response method of the volunteer soldiers is to operate at night as much as possible and rest during the day.
There is only one hour left before dawn, and the signal tower must be blown up within this hour, otherwise the sky will light up, US military planes will arrive, and they will not be able to leave even if they want to.
Xia Yuan also knew this. He used the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle in his hand as much as possible to touch the 7.62 bullets on his body. There were not many bullets left. After killing an American soldier, Xia Yuan quietly touched the trench.
Lift the body off the bunker.
"These Americans are really well-dressed. Each of them has a military coat." Xia Yuan exhaled, took out all the weeds on his body, put on the military coat, and quietly walked towards the third line of defense under the cover of night.
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(I saw someone saying that the protagonist wearing the enemy's clothes and using the enemy's gun would be killed by his own people, so I had to learn a little knowledge about distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy. In fact, during the period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, there were many ways to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, through military uniforms, words,
Weapons and equipment, etc., and the most important one is the hat. Most of the People's Army and Volunteer Army wear 50-type large caps and cotton hats, while the South Korean Army and the US Army all wear steel helmets. This is true from the beginning to the end of the war.
, during the battle between the two sides, few soldiers would change into US military clothes during the battle, let alone wear their helmets. As for the proud US military, they even disdained to wear our army's 50-type large caps and cotton hats.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The third line of defense is a line of defense where the US military is stationed with heavy firepower, consisting of tanks, self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun vehicles, and US infantry.
The second line of defense has been occupied by volunteer soldiers. At this moment, the US military, which has lost both lines of defense, also wants to take back the positions below. Tanks roared and self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun vehicles roared angrily.
Xia Yuan, who had changed into a military coat, hid behind the trench, tightened his clothes and looked ahead solemnly.
"There are three tanks and five vehicles equipped with heavy machine guns on the third line of defense. These US military equipment are really rich." Xia Yuan turned to look at the scattered volunteer soldiers on the position. The distance between each soldier
They were five or six meters away, holding their guns and shooting at the enemy's third line of defense. The houses provided them with good cover.
The combat team composed of Wu Qianli, Mei Sheng and Yu Congrong was resting at the top of the second line of defense, replenishing bullets, and then moved towards the third line of defense from the flank.
Explosive packets fell under the communications tower.
Xia Yuan took a look at his aiming proficiency, placed the yellow-orange bullets on the soil, wiped the bullets, and pressed them one by one into the magazine of the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle, stuffing eight bullets.
Bullet, staring at the U.S. military on the third line of defense, only more than a hundred meters away from them. It was dark, and only a blurry shadow and the muzzle flame could be seen on the opposite position.
"There are still tens of thousands of proficiency points left before the aiming can be upgraded to the master level. Tonight, we can increase the proficiency level by at least four to five thousand points."
Xia Yuan has completely adapted to the intensity of the war, and the next step is to work hard to improve his skills. Although the U.S. military firepower on the third line of defense is fierce, the volunteer soldiers know that these U.S. troops are already in their possession.
He didn't stay in the trench for long. He took some 7.62 bullets from several American corpses, left the bunker, went to the slope on the flank, hid himself in the bunker, and quietly waited for the opportunity.
The U.S. troops on the third line of defense knew that the volunteer soldiers had broken through the second line of defense, and were secretly anxious. They gave the volunteer soldiers on the second line of defense the strongest firepower, which gave him an opportunity.
Xia Yuan, hiding in the darkness, was like a predator quietly waiting for its prey to appear. When a US soldier stood up to throw a grenade, a shadow gently pulled the trigger in the darkness.
A bullet hit the chest of the American soldier, and the heart-rending scream could be heard from a long distance away.
After hitting the target, Xia Yuan continued to wait quietly, waiting for the opportunity to move.