After a night of silence, Xia Yuan opened his eyes and saw that the woman he met last night was no longer there. He checked his health and found that it was stable at 80%. He applied the herbs given to him by the woman on the wound and it has stabilized.
Xia Yuan stood up and noticed that on the ground beside him, there were two herbs pressed with stones and tied with a rope.
There is a crooked number '3' on it, which means it changes every three days.
Putting the herbs on his body, Xia Yuan wanted to go find the woman and thank her in person. After all, she saved his life.
Bang!
As soon as he arrived at the yard, a gunshot was suddenly heard from another direction in the small village. Xia Yuan was startled, and quickly hid in a corner, cautiously sticking his head out to check, his expression instantly frozen.
He very clearly saw the woman who saved him last night lying in a pool of blood outside the village. When she fell, she looked in the direction of him. Three American soldiers came to the woman with guns in hand and aimed at her.
He shot the woman's body several times.
When the three American soldiers saw that the woman was dying, they put away their guns and walked towards the village, laughing as they walked.
Only now did he understand why he didn't see that woman when he woke up. She had discovered that the US military had entered the village early in the morning. In order to help him avoid being discovered by the US military, she went to lead the group of US soldiers away alone, but she was shot by the US military.
kill.
Xia Yuan retracted his body, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He was just a chance encounter. For him, the image of the woman lying in a pool of blood was still imprinted in his mind. It was obviously just a chance encounter.
Woman, maybe everyone in the village is dead, and she no longer wants to live. Maybe there is only one chance left. When the chance comes, she knows that she will die if she goes out, but she still chooses to distract the US military and use her death as a reminder.
Xia Yuan.
The current situation did not have time to make him sad. Xia Yuan grabbed the gun in his hand and quickly left the village. The US military was searching the village. He could not stay here for too long, but he would not let this US military go easily.
We found a high ground from which we could clearly see the situation of the entire village. It was already daytime. In addition to the US troops stationed at the head of the village, there were also soldiers from Rhee Syngman in the village who were walking back and forth among the ruins of the village, patrolling.
Looking at each room in the village, the US military was lighting a fire and cooking at the head of the village. They seemed not to worry about their position being exposed at all.
It can only explain one situation. Just like last night, there are their troops nearby.
Xia Yuan observed the number of US troops in the village, a US reconnaissance squad, twelve US soldiers, and a platoon of Syngman Rhee, number 30.
After confirming the number of enemy troops, Xia Yuan tied a piece of cloth tightly around his waist. In this way, the impact of the wound on him was greatly reduced.
"I will avenge you."
Xia Yuan took a deep breath and looked at his highland. The location was very good, and there were several positions where he could move. But what he had to consider was the enemy's other troops. This group of enemies was wandering around in the mountains. It was obvious that they were nearby.
With their troops, once a fight starts here, the enemy's troops will inevitably be attracted like last night, and the battle must be fought quickly.
Xia Yuan set up the big eight pills and waited quietly.
After a failed search, the Korean army returned to the village. A group of people were sitting in the open space, two people were on guard on the house, and others were sitting around a campfire, warming themselves by the fire, and boiling water for cooking. The US soldiers also took out coffee and connected the dots.
Hot water, a cup of coffee, and sitting together chatting about interesting things. They set up a tent here and are expected to stay here for a while.
Syngman Rhee's soldiers sat in another open space. They also lit a fire, boiled a pot of water, opened the canned beef, briefly scalded it in the water, and opened the lid to eat.
Xia Yuan ate some boiled potatoes to cushion his stomach and lay quietly on the snow. Seeing them put down their things and start eating breakfast, Xia Yuan calmly pulled the trigger.
Gunshots exploded in the valley.
The American soldier wearing a thick military uniform and holding a cup of hot coffee fell to the ground as if he had been whipped.
The sudden gunshots shocked the resting American and Korean troops so much that they couldn't even hold the coffee and food in their hands. Many people were so frightened that they dropped the food in their hands.
"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!"
"The enemy is on the mountain!"
Before they could react, a second gunshot rang out. A panicked American soldier, who was crawling to the ground holding a submachine gun and holding on to his crooked helmet, fell down and lay on the ground without making a sound.
Following the death of the second soldier, the U.S. and South Korean troops responded very quickly. They heard the direction of the gunshots and shot at the mountain indiscriminately without even seeing a human being.
An American soldier holding a walkie-talkie quickly contacted the artillery to seek fire support.
The next moment.
The third gunshot rang out, and the American soldier squatted on the ground in panic. His expressions froze as he looked around in panic. A blood hole appeared on his head. He fell straight behind him and the walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the ground.
Three gunshots were fired, and all the American soldiers fell. Someone in the Korean army noticed something and immediately shouted in Korean, "Sniper! He only has one person, and he is here to kill Americans!"
Sure enough, the fourth gunshot rang out, and it was still the American soldier who fell.
The US soldiers were not stupid either. They naturally realized that the Korean soldiers were fine and only their own men were dead. They quickly hid in the bunker.
The snipers on the mountain obviously had no intention of letting them go, and gunshots came from another direction.
"The fifth one."
Xia Yuan calmly put away the gun, covered his abdomen, and moved quickly, and a trace of bright red blood seeped out of his abdomen, quickly soaking into the thick cotton clothes.
He changed his position, put a handful of fried noodles in his hand into his mouth, randomly grabbed the snow on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and looked at the American troops down the mountain with cold eyes.
After two consecutive battles and a trip to the Gate of Hell last night, Xia Yuan has completely adapted to the war.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! If you do not adapt to the battlefield, you will die on the battlefield. No one forces you, and you will force yourself to adapt to the battlefield. Only in this way can you survive.
In just a few days, Xia Yuan has grown from a modern person to a volunteer soldier who can take out a gun and kill the enemy. His skills provide Xia Yuan with powerful combat capabilities, and his proficiency in aiming skills is constantly improving.
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The US military was beaten and was running away. It was daytime now, coupled with the improvement of proficiency and the blessing of calmness, his marksmanship had been greatly improved.
But now, the U.S. military is in a village in a ravine. He is condescending and has an unobstructed view of the entire village. He is like the God of Death overlooking the world and harvesting lives. The U.S. military is carrying a small-caliber rocket launcher and wants to bomb Xia Yuan, but he shoots him to death.
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After firing, Xia Yuan continued to change positions. As for the group of American troops, they huddled in the bunker and directed the Korean troops to fight.
Xia Yuan also refused to let go. The eight bullets in the large eight-grain magazine were quickly used up, killing six American soldiers and two Korean soldiers. They huddled in the bunker and did not dare to show their faces. They also realized that
I was attacked by a sniper. Although it was not a headshot, it was fatal.
No one dared to make fun of his own life by raising the gun above his head and shooting randomly. It was not clear where the bullet hit.
After all, your life is important.
Xia Yuan put his cotton-padded jacket on backwards and draped it over his body. The military coat was too conspicuous, so he threw it in the first place. He loaded eight bullets into the magazine again. He had enough bullets, and the light was 7.62
There are more than two hundred rounds of bullets.
"We can't give them time to delay, either get rid of them, or evacuate now!"