The big eight pills were filled with bullets again. Xia Yuan walked along the mountain to the other side of Yuhui. Due to his own pressure, these people would not dare to take the lead for a while.
He couldn't wait too long. He took advantage of the terrain that was favorable to him and attacked in a roundabout way. The bullets quickly penetrated the chests of the enemies on the left and right. Blood holes appeared on the bodies of several Western Eighth Army troops hiding behind the bunker. Even if they were not killed by one shot,
But in such weather, once you lose too much blood, if you don't deal with it in time, you won't have much time to survive.
Except for the first few shots, Xia Yuan has not yet fired on the wounded soldiers. He kept pulling the trigger and fired all the eight-grain bullets. Only three or four of the enemy were still hiding behind the car.
Xia Yuan retracted his body, changed his position, took out eight bullets from the bullet bag, pressed them into the magazine, and glanced at the remaining Korean troops.
This position was just enough to see them sideways. The big eight pills fired several times in a row, and the enemy stopped moving.
"Oh, I'm done dying."
From the battle to the end, it only took more than ten minutes. Xia Yuan did not dare to waste too much time here. He refilled the large eight-grain magazine with bullets, came down from the mountain, looked at the Korean army with corpses everywhere, and headed towards a man holding a gun.
The corpse of the Western Eighth Army with a submachine gun took one more shot, picked up his submachine gun, and shot each of the other corpses in the head.
After all the corpses had been replenished, Xia Yuan exhaled white mist, held the big eight pills behind his back, and began to touch the corpses.
First, remove all the firearms, take off the clothes of a Korean soldier's corpse, and wrap it in a bundle with a military coat.
"Twenty-seven large eight-pellet guns, one heavy machine gun, one box of heavy machine gun bullets, two light machine guns, two recoilless rifles and seven rounds of artillery shells."
Xia Yuan touched nine submachine guns and stuffed them into his coat with a murmur: "The submachine guns I don't recognize are probably made by the US military. Unfortunately, I'm not a senior military fan. I'll take them with me first. When I meet my own people later, I'll take them with me."
Give these things to them."
Xia Yuan also took away all the bullet bags from the Western Eighth Army. It was estimated that there were thousands of bullets alone. Some of the bullets he had originally consumed were also replenished and thrown into bundles on the back seat of the jeep, including them.
The grenades and kettle on him.
Sitting in the car, Xia Yuan counted the number of these things. There were not many grenades. There were more than seventy grenades. After allocating them, there were only two per person. It is estimated that some were consumed earlier. He used a military coat bag
Stuffed in the back seat of the jeep, there were thirty or forty guns, several bullets, more than seventy grenades, a Browning heavy machine gun, and two light machine guns that looked like crooked handles.
I don’t know where it was deployed, but it was probably captured by the North Korean army.
Xia Yuan also touched a lot of dry food on this person. This kind of dry food was packed in cans. After opening it, the pieces of food were wrapped in paper. Xia Yuan smelled them. Some were sweet and some were fragrant.
There were also some that exuded a salty taste. Xia Yuan, who got angry after eating fried noodles, tore open a package and tasted it in his mouth. It tasted very sweet, a bit like pastry.
"nice one!"
Xia Yuan's eyes lit up, he finished eating in two or three mouthfuls, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, licked it into his mouth with his tongue, aftertaste for a moment, put a few cans on himself, took off the military coats of these people, a total of three
Thirteen military coats, shoes and cotton socks were not discarded. Together with their gloves, Xia Yuan took them all off and carried them to the car bit by bit. These are all good things. For the current volunteer soldiers, they are
most needed.
A military coat was left to hold cans. It was so stuffed that he couldn't carry it, so he had to load the cans in batches in the car. He couldn't understand what was written on the cans. He only knew that these things were for food and could not be used.
Throw it away, pack it all up and take it away.
"The Eighth West Army is somewhat poor, and they only have so little to eat."
Xia Yuan opened the car behind and groped around. In addition to the neat duck down sleeping bags, there was also a box of cans. Xia Yuan packed these things and put them in the back seat of the jeep. He also found the body of a Korean soldier.
I bought some medicines and put them in a cloth pocket with a red cross on it. There were cans, bottles, syringes and unknown liquids. The bottles and jars had English writing on them, and they were probably from a medical soldier.
"Gan! I suffer the consequences of being uneducated."
His English was indeed not very good, but he was excellent in cultural classes. He slung a small cloth bag across his body, and groped for three watches, a walkie-talkie, some matches and cigarettes on these little Xiba. These are all good things, and they can
He shouted for support through the walkie-talkie. Unfortunately, he didn't know Korean. It seemed that even if he did, he wouldn't be able to do it. He didn't know what the troops on the opposite side were.
There are not many matches and cigarettes, and the West Eighth Army is also poor. Even with the support of the US military, there are only so many basic supplies. Compared with the volunteer army, it is just the equipment of the West Eighth Puppet Army, which is almost armed to the teeth.
The walkie-talkie was thrown in the car, and three watches were worn on his left and right hands. Xia Yuan also found a pen, a small notebook and a map on the corpse of a well-dressed West Eighth Army soldier with records on it.
There are many things on it, but the words are all in Korean.
Even the signs on the map were in Korean. He put these things in his pockets. Then, Xia Yuan started to take off the enemy's warm clothes. It was a bit difficult to take them off. After taking them off for a long time, he took off more than ten pieces and put the little jeep's
The back seat and the passenger seat were fully stuffed, and then I got into the car with my gun in my arms.
The main thing is that these clothes are worn on the body, and there is no military coat to take off.
This kind of car is an antique. Fortunately, Xia Yuan had learned a driver's license before and knew how to drive. He touched the clutch, brake, accelerator and gear lever. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car started. The rest of the car couldn't drive, so he had to first
Leave it behind. He doesn't have the consciousness to hide it. Once he leaves here and wanders around, he will get lost again. It is probably impossible to find it back, so he puts it in the car and takes it away.
The road was bumpy along the road, but Xia Yuan did not dare to drive along the main road. If he met the US military team, it would be the end of the road. The US mechanized troops like to take the wide road the most.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The more the jeep drove, the more skillful it became. Xia Yuan took out the candies he had captured at the beginning from the can in his arms. These candies were good things, and he was reluctant to eat them.
Now that a lot of weapons, equipment and cans have been seized, I can naturally eat a good piece, bite open the candy crust, and stuff it into my mouth. The sweetness quickly fills my taste buds, and the haze above my head is swept away.
Xia Yuan drove the car through the mountains. The tall peaks on both sides blocked the sunlight from getting through. The air in the valley was extremely cold. The sides of the narrow road and the vegetation were covered with a thick layer of
The snow accumulated and the wheels ran over the road, leaving a rut on the ground.
The car drove to noon, Xia Yuan parked the car on the side of the road, looked at the forest in front of him where no birds were laying eggs, and sighed. He finally seized a map, but he couldn't understand it. But he couldn't blame him, the words on the map were
The language used was not Chinese, but the rather special Korean language. The division of North Korea was also caused by the struggle between the United States and the Soviet Union for hegemony. During that period, both Chinese and Korean were spoken in North Korea.
Xia Yuan made up his mind to learn foreign languages well after returning home.
He took a kettle from the car, walked to the roadside and put some snow in the kettle. He followed the same example and filled other kettles with snow. There was still a lot of water in these kettles, and the snow melted when put in it. No
After a while, thirty-three kettles were filled with water.
He forgot that the water would freeze over soon.
After carrying it and putting it in the car, Xia Yuan sat on the passenger seat, took out the can from his coat, and pried it open with a knife.
The canned pork has been frozen. I hold it in my arms. After it is almost ready, I fill it with some water and start eating. The canned food does not look very good, but it is more abundant than what the volunteer soldiers eat. In addition to the canned pork, there are also
There are various other types of canned food, including sweets, vegetables, and even biscuits, pastries, and cigarettes.
Xia Yuan, who had eaten too much fried noodles, ate canned food for the first time. He wanted to lick all the inside of the can. Seeing that there was still oil and water inside, he took a kettle, poured some water into it, shook it gently with his hand, and then
Drink it.
After eating and drinking enough, Xia Yuan burped comfortably and touched the wound. It was a little itchy. It had been almost two days since the second dose of herbal medicine was applied, and the injured area was scabbing. This was a good thing.
Today's battle did not irritate the wounds. Fortunately, the enemy's shells did not explode in front of us, but at a certain distance from us. The shrapnel did not damage the internal organs. Otherwise, the consequences would be hard to predict.