The soldiers all kept Instructor Yang's words in mind, and they moved closer before attacking. They first threw out the grenades to weaken their spirit. Two special shooters were sweeping across with heavy machine guns, beating the enemies who rushed in without any return. Maybe
At this moment, the enemy thought that the front edge of the Fifth Company's position had been blown up by a round of artillery fire, so they still spared no effort to rush forward.
It can be seen that the offensive common sense of this enemy commander is far less experienced than that of the US military commander.
This was also the first time that Xia Yuan fought against the sticks. Usually they were fighting against the US military. Although the quality of the US military's individual soldiers was not good, they still fought back and forth with the volunteers under the condition of supervising the troops in the rear and suppressing the firepower with strong firepower. But if you look closely,
The attack of this stick has the feeling of a king meeting a bronze.
"cao, why don't these bastards just shoot them randomly? What method?"
"You idiot, why don't you let go of the guns? These idiots are short-sighted. The quality of individual soldiers is not as good as that of the US military."
"Hey, what a great opportunity. Grandpa will send them to hell with bullets today."
Obviously, the soldiers were also a little confused by the weird attack method of the stick soldiers. It was not like the attack method commanded by a mature commander at all. It had many loopholes. The soldiers had experienced hundreds of battles and were on the battlefield.
Regarding the enemy's attack methods and tactical arrangements, even if they are unfamiliar enemies and have never fought against each other, they do not have many basic offensive tactics and the routines are just like that.
Unexpectedly, when this group of stick soldiers came up, everyone was confused.
What kind of attack is this? He doesn't even shoot, he just moves forward randomly.
Instructor Yang heard the voices of the soldiers talking one after another and said: "Okay, okay, please keep your voice down, listen! We are very close!"
'Bata...bata...bata...'
Now I can already hear the sound of the special leather shoes treading on the soil.
Regardless of the enemy's attack method, the soldiers opened the safety pull tabs of the American-made grenades at eight positions in the ring fortifications, and counted for five seconds. Then, they pulled the leads one after another.
"Chi!"
The burning smoke was very small and inconspicuous. The Korean army, who was still running forward, did not notice at all that the danger had quietly arrived.
The time to pull the fire was a few seconds later than usual, and someone shouted: "Throw it to me!"
The grenades fell into the middle of the enemy group and exploded immediately. The moment the grenades were thrown, the two special shooters immediately stood up and raised the heavy machine gun. In a series of explosions, the heavy machine gun sprayed two long lines.
The tongue of fire fires continuously and rapidly.
The enemy was first hit by a grenade. Some of them fell to the ground on the spot. The fragments of the grenade were blown into their bodies and blood was everywhere. When their companions saw this, they were so frightened that they no longer dared to look at the injured. After lying down, they fell to the ground blindly.
shooting.
The rapid-fire crackling sound of these two Soviet-made Koryunov heavy machine guns made the enemies lying on the ground dare not miss their heads, let alone raise their heads a little too high, for fear that the bullets flying over their heads would penetrate them in the next moment.
's head.
The sound of gunfire made Instructor Yang feel at ease, and the firepower was suppressed perfectly.
However, his down-to-earth energy only lasted for this moment. An enemy commander raised his right hand slightly, took two shots from his pistol at two fire points, and shouted a few words behind him.
'Whoosh whoosh!'
Several gunshots were heard from behind.
The mortar's direct-fire shells landed around the heavy machine gun. A machine gun shooter from the fifth company was hit by shrapnel in his right arm and was bleeding profusely. However, he still pulled the trigger with his left hand desperately.
Xia Yuan raised his head slightly and saw that the shooter of the other machine gun had died, and the ammunition feeder was still pushing his dead comrade. He was heartbroken. He shouted, raised the machine gun and fired randomly.
Boom boom!
Several artillery shells fell again around the machine gun fire point. The smoke dissipated and the machine gun stopped firing. The fire point was blown up by the enemy's direct-fire artillery shells.
Two soldiers bent forward and rushed forward, trying to hold up the machine gun and take over the task of the sacrificed machine gunner. The fire suppression of the machine gun could not be blown up, otherwise a battalion of enemies would attack.
Xia Yuan hugged the gun tightly and squinted at the enemy group. With his waist crouched, the stick soldiers hiding in the crater looked very wretched and fought with the volunteer soldiers. The battle was extremely fierce. The forward position was taken by the enemy. Instructor Yang stayed away.
Xia Yuan organized a squad of soldiers to seize the forward position.
He also ordered the machine gun fire from the rear to suppress the fire.
Flashing bullets intertwined, collided, and rubbed above their heads, making a sharp whistling sound. The shells fell in the wilderness, and on the position, pitch-black soil flowers bloomed. The heavy machine guns of the stick soldiers were mounted on
On the forward position, it caused great difficulties for instructor Yang to seize the forward position. In addition, coupled with the continuous harassment of enemy mortars, although the foreign devils' attack was not very powerful, it could not withstand their considerable firepower.
"Quickly, blow up their firepower points!"
"Grandma, let's see if I don't kill them!"
On the battlefield, soldiers were shouting, and there were sounds of fighting with foreign devils everywhere.
One of Xia Yuan's legs was broken, and the shooting position he found was not ideal. He shot and killed eight stick soldiers indiscriminately. He rolled into the trench again, supported his arms on the ground, and tried hard to climb forward, one by one.
The artillery shell fell on the position, and the raised soil crashed down. A soldier fell in front of him, his heart was penetrated by shrapnel, and blood came out of his mouth and nose.
The soldier saw Xia Yuan and covered his chest with his hands, his eyes filled with nostalgia for this world.
Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then he opened his palm. Under the palm, which was covered with blood, there was a pocket with a letter in it.
His heart sank. Every soldier had prepared a suicide note when they went to the battlefield.
He solemnly stuffed the suicide note into his arms, tore off his honor strip, turned over his body, and continued to crawl forward, all the way to the machine gun fire point. The position where the machine gun fire point was set up had a relatively wide view and a very good view.
He propped his gun butt on the ground and stood up staggeringly. A soldier's cry came to his ears:
"Comrade, it's too dangerous here, get out of here quickly!"
The machine gun fire point is the enemy's main attack target, especially the enemy's mortars. They will always focus on the machine gun fire point. When many bunkers and trenches form a curved arc, the position of the machine gun fire point will protrude forward, which attracts enemy fire.
Inviting artillery fire can easily cause huge casualties to the infantry.
In this way, the machine gun firepower point moves forward, and the enemy's artillery will not fall on the infantry.
Xia Yuan lay on the trench indifferently, looking at the enemy group.
"Hey, what's going on with your comrade? The enemy's shells will fall next to us at any time. You'll die if you stay here."
The soldier controlling the machine gun saw that Xia Yuan was still not leaving, and couldn't help but remind him. He thought the other party would leave, but he didn't expect that the other party still didn't seem to hear him. He just went his own way and lay down on the trench, setting up his gun and aiming at the enemy in the distance.
, without much careful aim, he pulled the trigger continuously.
The sound of popping is crisp.
"Comrade, this is not how guns are fired..."
Seeing Xia Yuan firing like this, the soldier looked like he had seen a ghost, and fired without even taking aim? What a joke, he opened his mouth to remind him, he could even stuff a duck egg in his mouth if he opened it all at once.
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The eight attacking stick soldiers fell to the ground in response.
"Hit... well."
The soldier looked at it dumbfounded, and then looked at Xia Yuan with excitement.
Seeing that his reloading speed was astonishingly fast, and even the insertion of the magazine into the magazine was smooth without any jamming, I immediately felt that this warrior was something special.
Bang bang, another skillful shooting method. The soldier quickly looked up and saw the eight stick soldiers falling limply. He was so excited that he couldn't help but clenched his fists and shouted: "What a beautiful fight! So beautiful."
, Comrade, what’s your name, why haven’t I seen you before?”
"My name is Xia Yuan."
Xia Yuan responded while changing the magazine.
The soldier controlled the machine gun and fired several times in the distance. The roar of artillery shells sounded above his head. He quickly fell to the ground and shouted: "Comrade Xia Yuan, be careful."
Boom boom boom!
As soon as they finished speaking, a large amount of soil rolled up around them and fell down one after another.
"Comrade Xia Yuan, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
Xia Yuan shook the dirt from his hair, pointed the gun at the enemy machine gunner in the distance, and continuously pulled the trigger. Two bullets sank into the enemy machine gunner's body, and the remaining six bullets were shot together with the rifle shooter beside the machine gunner.
Knock it off.
Instructor Yang raised his head, with a happy look on his face: "Whoever hit me, it was so accurate, one row was long, one row was long..."
"Instructor, a platoon leader died!" a soldier shouted.
Instructor Yang ignored his sadness and shouted: "Charge, drive the enemy out of the forward position!"
As soon as the machine gun firepower was eliminated, Instructor Yang and his men rushed up, drove away the enemy in front of him, relied on the captured position, and fired at the enemy. The stick soldiers who originally rushed to the forward position from other directions were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers.
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When the commander of the stick soldiers saw this, he looked at the Chinese soldier who was firing continuously at the machine gun fire point, with a hint of fear on his face. Every shot he fired was accompanied by the death of a soldier. However, his marksmanship was accurate and he fired
The frequency of shooting was very high, and many of his soldiers died in the hands of this enemy whose marksmanship was extremely accurate.
"Damn it, I'm going to blow him up!"
The commander of the stick soldiers cursed and raised his pistol to aim, hoping to provide a target for the artillerymen in the rear.
Suddenly, I noticed the sound of howling wind in front of me, which was the sound of bullets flying.
There was a pop.
His vision went dark, and the commander of the stick soldiers tilted his head and fell to the ground.
In these more than twenty minutes, the enemy charged forward twice more, but was repelled each time. There were more than a hundred corpses lying on the ground, some panting and twitching, and some shaking slowly.
Climb back slowly.
When the last large eight-grain bullet was fired, it hit the back of the head of an injured Korean soldier who was crawling back and fell to the ground with his head tilted.
"You're beautiful, comrade. Which department are you from? Your marksmanship is so good. Why haven't I heard of you before?"
The battle was over, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. In the trench, Xia Yuan leaned on the wet tunnel, squeezing his sore leg. The broken leg was slightly sore, and the pain was mixed with numbness.
, he speculated that the wound should be recovering.
This is a good thing.
Hearing the voices of the soldiers beside him, Xia Yuan said: "One battalion and one company of the 538th Regiment."
"Awesome, how come you are here?"
"I forgot that my company and the position coexisted. When I was detouring from the position to bomb the enemy tanks, I fell from the high ground. When I woke up, I went to look for my own troops. As a result, I came to your position in a daze.
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Xia Yuan dug into his pocket, took out an honor note and a letter, and handed them to the soldier: "This was given to me by a soldier I just met before he died."
"Thanks!"
The soldier saluted Xia Yuan solemnly.
Xia Yuan was leaning in the trench and needed a simple rest. He hadn't rested for a long time.
Instructor Yang shouted on the battlefield: "Is there anyone injured?"
"Report, there is another one here!"
Just after the battle ended, Instructor Yang took stock and found that one platoon leader and three platoon leaders had all died, and the battle casualties were as high as fifty-six.
Instructor Yang stepped forward and saw the wounded man with two gunshot wounds on his chest. The holes were huge and were caused by 11.43mm Thompson submachine gun bullets. The blood from the wounds was mixed with the spattered soil.
Instructor Yang thought that such a wound must be infected.
Next to him was Chen Shusheng, who was supporting him. Everyone was surrounding him, helping him in any way, and they were very anxious.
Instructor Yang asked: "Why don't the health workers bandage him? Health workers! Where are the health workers!?"
A soldier quickly said: "Report, the health worker has died."
"What?" Instructor Yang was stunned and looked around.
"Instructor Yang, I can bandage it."
At this time, there was a sound from behind. Xia Yuan stood up from the position holding a gun. He also had a first-aid kit on his body and staggered forward.
The soldier who just controlled the machine gun said in surprise: "That's him, the instructor, he can shoot accurately."
"Company Commander Xia." Instructor Yang was a little surprised.
"If you can't shoot accurately, how can you go to the battlefield? Let him use this first aid kit first."
Xia Yuan glanced at the soldier's wound, and his heart sank. The bullet hit his heart, and he was probably dead.
He pulled Instructor Yang aside and briefly talked about the condition of the injured.
Instructor Yang was silent.
The wounded man seemed to have read their thoughts, twitching and trying to speak, his mouth trembling.
Chen Shusheng saw this and said, "What are you talking about? It's okay, the instructor is listening."
Instructor Yang came to him and listened.
The wounded man's mouth has turned white, and his voice is trembling, but his tone is filled with pride and joy: "Instructor... I just killed five enemies. Ahem, I didn't embarrass us."
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Instructor Yang said: "I know, you played very well just now."
The wounded man's bloody hands held Instructor Yang's hand, exerted great strength, and finally said:
"I think, I think we must be better than four consecutive games today, right?"
After speaking, he endured the severe pain and smiled, as if frozen.