The risk of taking the initiative to attack was too great. If you were not careful, you would be sacrificed. Yang Nanzhen gritted his teeth. The three of them stood firm and faced the enemy's uninterrupted attacks. Sooner or later, they would not be able to hold the position, and they would live and die with the position.
Either way, death is inevitable, so it's better to take the initiative as Captain Xia said, maybe there is still a chance.
The worst is to eliminate more foreign devils.
"Wang Beard, go and call Wu Liang over."
"Why."
Wu Liang was an ordinary soldier in the machine gun company. He had some colorful decorations on his arms. Like Wang Huzi, the four of them squatted in a shallow bomb shelter. Xia Yuan briefly explained the action plan to them.
"When the enemy's aircraft show off, it is estimated that these foreign devils will launch an attack on the position. The initiative is in their hands. We have been passively holding the position. How long can we hold on like this? If we can't hold on for long, the enemy's troops will
Will rush to the position."
Xia Yuan thought, looking at the earthy flowers blooming on the black hillside, and said: "I guess the foreign devils are preparing to attack now. We just want to take advantage of their preparations to catch them off guard."
Buzz!
Da da da da da!
Suddenly, another P51 fighter jet swooped into the ravine and fired a volley of bullets at them fiercely.
The 500-pound line bomb under the belly of this P51 aircraft had already been dropped, but the pilot vaguely saw someone on the ground, so he opened fire and fired randomly, regardless of the hit rate, and the bullets hit the ground with crackling sounds.
The four people hurriedly ran away.
With a buzz, the P51 fighter jet flew over their heads.
"Damn it, I won't let you chat all day. Instructor, how about we have a fight?" Wang Huzi cursed.
"He won't come back. He just shoots and harasses randomly." Xia Yuan shook his head and listened to the fighter jet's engine drifting away.
"There's a good chance that they'll miss. This isn't a waste of bullets. The American devils are really rich. No matter if they miss or miss, they still have to shoot." Wang Huzi muttered.
In fact, when a US military plane returns to the airport, the commander will reward the pilot if he sees that the ammunition consumption is high. If it attacks the ground during World War II, some machine gun shells must be left, mainly because they are worried about encountering enemy planes.
Now, they have no scruples because they believe they have encountered the weakest army in the world.
They are very backward. They don't have any decent tanks, let alone airplanes, so they can consume machine gun ammunition unscrupulously.
"Okay, Wang Huzhu, business matters are more important." Yang Nanzhen turned to look at Xia Yuan and said, "Company Commander Xia, please continue to tell us what we should do next."
"Pack up the weapons and equipment, let's go straight away." Xia Yuan carried his big eight grains behind his back, picked up a Thompson, and checked the condition of the gun. It was not bad.
"Here are the magazines." Wu Liang handed over several magazines.
"Thank you." Xia Yuan replied, and then said to Wang Huzi: "Wang Huzi, you bring your Czech and an extra Thomson."
"Why!"
Wang Beard brought two Czech machine gun magazines and five Thompson submachine gun magazines, stuffing his body to the brim.
Wu Liang and Yang Nanzhen brought two submachine guns for alternate use.
"The number of grenades is not large. We seized some from the foreign devils, that's all." Wu Liang carried a box over and opened it to contain more than a dozen grenades. After dividing them evenly, each person got four grenades.
"There are not many grenades, but if we are planning a surprise attack, we can use grenades to greet them first."
"Damn it, catch them off guard!" Wang Huzi grinned.
"Company Commander Xia, shall we set off now?" Yang Nanzhen asked.
"There is nothing left to bring, let's go now."
Xia Yuan checked the weapons and equipment, and strapped grenades on his body. After making sure that there was nothing to bring, he led the three of them over the mountain in the dark. The enemy's artillery fire continued with the bombardment of the muscles, and the rear
The American soldiers were ready to move. They looked at the Chinese positions covered by artillery fire, with happy smiles on their faces.
A US military lieutenant stood in the crowd and brainwashed a group of soldiers crazily.
"The Chinese are a backward country. They have nothing, no tanks, no planes, not even food."
"And we have everything, planes, tanks, countless supplies. If you are injured, we also have the most advanced hospital ship in the world to escort you. If you are injured on the battlefield, our country and people will
Remember you, remember everything you did for the United States today! They will award you the Medal of Honor and support you in your old age."
"We are the most advanced and powerful country in the world, and we should not let a country that cannot afford food stop us."
"Boys, when our aviation formation finishes their performance, let those damn Chinese see how powerful we are, and let the aviation formation in the sky take a look at our performance!!"
The impassioned speech worked, and many American soldiers rekindled their fighting spirit. They raised their semi-automatic rifles high and roared angrily.
The atmosphere suddenly reached its peak.
Among the wet grass, four figures quietly came over.
"What are they talking about? They are chirping. They are more annoying than our birds."
"Who knows, looking at how excited they are, they think they have wiped out all of us, right?"
"It's a good daydream."
"Shh, someone is coming!"
Pat pat pat, raindrops fell from the leaves. An American soldier came to the grass, took off his pants and was about to pee. A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a low voice came from his ear: "Do it!"
He immediately felt his calf being grabbed, and he was caught off guard. His body fell backward uncontrollably, and then his mouth and nose were covered by a pair of dirty hands.
"Ugh!"
His eyes widened and he let out a whimper. His throat seemed to be penetrated by some cold sound. Hot blood spurted out from his throat, and finally he could only make a human-like sound.
The body twitched a few times but stopped moving.
Xia Yuan swung one leg back and squatted on the ground with the other leg, looking coldly at the American troops shaking under the lights in the distance. Only on the battlefield could he find his own value.
"Captain Xia, how are you feeling?" Yang Nanzhen asked in a low voice.
"Fortunately, it's okay." Xia Yuan patted the body that was gradually getting colder beside him, "Take away the ammunition and we're ready to take action."
Wu Liang and Wang Huzhen moved quickly, one pulled the grenade, the other took off the bullet bag, put the things in his pockets, looked at Xia Yuan and Yang Nanzhen who continued to grope forward, looked at each other, and followed cautiously. They
It was very close to the US military station. There were some tents set up on this low mountain. There were arms and a small amount of supplies in the tents. There must be a company of US troops on the position, occupying the entire hilltop.
"There are a lot of foreign devils, Captain Xia, how do we fight them?"
A company of more than 200 U.S. troops did not scare Yang Nanzhen. Their position was often attacked by a battalion of U.S. troops.
It's just that he didn't understand that the number of American troops attacking was quite large, but why they only encountered one company of enemies on the hilltop.
Xia Yuan was on the top of the mountain and observed the situation on the opposite highlands. Some of the highlands only had bunkers and fortifications. Those hills were opposite them, and this hilltop was far behind those hills. The situation was pretty good. The strength of the US military was
The situation was similar to that of several other positions. The most important thing was that Xia Yuan took a fancy to these tents.
There are a lot of tents, and I guess they are a hub for supplying supplies to the US troops in several surrounding positions. Attacking here, harassing them, and moving a box of cans is enough for the four of them to have a full meal.
Yang Nanzhen, Wang Huzi, and Wu Liang all tightened their belts very tightly and folded their cotton-padded clothes inward. Their waists were terribly thin. In other words, if they tightened their stomachs, their stomachs would become smaller.
You won't feel too hungry. If you have nothing to eat, you can eat some wild grass and it will last for a while.
Therefore, the first thing Xia Yuan did when he arrived was naturally to get food.
"Captain Xia, what are you looking for?"
Seeing that Xia Yuan didn't say anything, Yang Nanzhen glanced at him and saw that Xia Yuan was looking around, as if he was looking for something.
"Trucks, the trucks of the American devils. They are bringing supplies up. They will definitely need trucks."
Xia Yuan turned on his night vision and lowered his voice while searching. He searched for a long time but couldn't find it.
"Could it be that the enemy drove the car away?"
"We don't rule out the possibility. Let's just eliminate this group of enemies first."
Xia Yuan's tone suddenly turned cold, "In this way, I will redistribute the battle plan. This time we will not only eliminate the foreign devils, but also get some food."
As soon as they heard the food, the three people's eyes suddenly lit up. They had been hungry for several days, drinking dew and eating weeds. Their stomachs were empty and there was nothing. They had been starving for a long time.
Making food is a good feeling.
"Instructor, I'm going to get some food!" Wu Liang volunteered.
"Seeing that there are no tents, the food is inside. If there is a fight later, run in during the chaos and pick out the food." Xia Yuan turned around and asked, "Is that okay?"
"Captain Xia, don't worry, we can definitely do it!"
Wu Liang chuckled, took off his belongings and threw them on the ground, only holding a submachine gun.
"OK."
Xia Yuan picked up the grenade that Wu Liang had dropped on the ground and held one in his hand, "Get ready. Once the fight starts, bullets don't have eyes. Wang Beard will put pressure on the enemy, do you understand?"
"Captain Xia, don't worry, I fought you once and know what to do."
Wang Huzi was full of confidence. He opened the Czech stand, lay on the ground, clasped the handle of the Czech gun with his dirty palms, and pressed the butt of the gun with his shoulder. Everything was ready.
Yang Nanzhen and Xia Yuan each grabbed a few grenades and quietly approached the enemy position, looking at the enemies gathered together. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Throwing it out, the grenade drew a beautiful arc in the eyes of the three people, and landed steadily on the enemy's head.
There was a bang.
Smoke filled the air, broken shrapnel flew everywhere, and six or seven American soldiers were killed on the spot.
"What a good throw!"
Yang Nanzhen was extremely pleasantly surprised. This grenade was thrown directly on the enemy's head, impartially, as if it had been carefully calculated, and it was thrown too steadily.
Not to be outdone, he threw out the grenades on his body as quickly as possible. The grenades fell into the enemy group one after another, blasting the enemy on the spot. There were sounds of American soldiers shouting everywhere, and some American troops discovered the grenades and threw them over.
direction, shouting:
"The Chinese are here, they're here! Fuck! Why are they here?"
This group of American devils were very high-spirited just now, but just a few grenades killed their fighting will. There was no way, Xia Yuan's bombing itself was a master-level blessing, and as time went by, his proficiency also increased.
As you get higher and higher, gradually approaching the master level, and breaking through the master level, your bomb-throwing skills can reach a truly arbitrary level.
Let’s talk about Yang Nanzhen. They often conduct bomb-dropping training on weekdays. As an instructor, Yang Nanzhen’s own bomb-throwing skills are very good. Nine of ten bombs can hit the target. Although the bomb-throwing distance is not top-notch in the military.
, but the hit rate is very good.
The grenades thrown by the two of them were like having eyes, and they were designed to land in places with many enemies.
The grenades fell on the enemy group one after another, blossomed, and sent the American soldiers back to their hometown.
"The Japs are coming up, Commander Xia, instructor, please get back quickly." Wang Huzi kept staring at the enemy. When he saw the lieutenant of the American Japs organized a group of soldiers and rushed in the direction of Captain Xia and the others, he couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart.
tight.
Click, click, click, and the submachine gun went off. Xia Yuan squatted on the ground, squinting, and pressed the trigger mercilessly. A bunch of bullets were consumed at an extremely fast rate of fire. His arms were extremely stable, even with the recoil of the heavy machine gun.
They can all control it, the recoil of the submachine gun is not a problem at all, and the bullets fired are evenly controlled on a scattering line.
Xia Yuan has master-level skills in firearms. Whether it is a light or heavy machine gun, a submachine gun, or an automatic rifle, he can use it very freely. He is very clear about the trajectory of bullets, so when using firearms, he already has a rough idea in his mind.
Knowing how to suppress the muzzle of a gun and distribute bullets evenly can improve the hit rate.
The enemy who rushed up was knocked to the ground by a series of bullets flying from the grass. The power of the submachine gun was small and the range was short, but it could not withstand the rapid rate of fire of the bullets. In the blink of an eye, six or seven bullets flew into a person's body.
, blinded the person directly, and ran forward for a certain distance before falling to the ground.
People are confused when they are shot and do not feel pain. The American soldiers who were shot did not realize that they had been shot. They did not know that they had been shot until they fell to the ground and were dragged back. They did not scream.
It took him a while to feel the heartbreaking pain, and he let out bursts of screams. The US medic took out a needle, gave him an injection, waved his hand, and called two soldiers to drag the soldier back.