After going back and forth, I spent a lot of time walking along the mountainside. I saw that the American soldiers were building bunkers and fortifications on the unknown high ground. The previous bunkers and fortifications were completely blown up by their own artillery fire. Xia Yuan
Not in a hurry, I thought about it and asked the American soldiers to help them repair it first. When they were tired enough, they would be caught off guard.
"Hang more grenades, don't shoot, and be brave enough to call them grenades for me later."
The bunker fortifications were okay. The power of the grenades was mainly due to the scattering of shrapnel and would not collapse. The power of the artillery fire was mainly concussion. That thing was terrible, and it was not on the same level as the grenades.
The three of them already regarded Xia Yuan as their backbone. After hearing his words, they stuffed grenades into their bodies with all their strength. Even the shriveled bullet bags and food strips were stuffed with grenades. They were reluctant to throw away the food strips. This was because they were reluctant to throw away the food strips.
I brought it out of China and carried it with me, leaving a thought behind it, that is, I miss my hometown.
I left my hometown and followed my comrades to this strange land, fighting with the U.S. military of a completely different level. Many comrades left them, and the pain and suffering in their hearts were crumpled into a ball and stuffed into their stomachs, and they faced the enemy with guns in hand.
Charged with bullets and bullets, they suffered a lifetime of suffering and sacrificed their lives in a strange land.
Home became their only thought.
Fallen leaves return to their roots.
But they all knew in their hearts that they could not go back. The military uniforms and food bars they wore were still brought from their hometowns, and they were buried with them, as if they were still very close to their hometowns.
While packing up the ammunition, no one said a word. Xia Yuan was observing while peeing on himself. He activated his ability to identify the location by listening to sounds, and listened from a distance to the sound of the foreign devils digging in the earth, as well as their conversations.
"I'm so lucky today. There are no Chinese on this mountain."
"They were all killed by our aviation planes. They don't have planes, and they don't even have weapons to deal with planes. They are really too backward."
"The backward Chinese are no match for us."
"I heard that they have been without food for several days. Now we are not allowing food to be brought into the charge. I guess we are afraid that the Chinese will take food from us."
"Give them our canned goods. I'm tired of eating. I don't know when the war will be over. I want to go home."
"Are you married? Man, I don't want to go home, it's too bad."
"I'm not married yet, what's wrong?"
"You'll understand later, man."
Snap.
Something smashed over. The American soldier who heard the sound put down the engineering shovel in his hand and looked up in surprise.
There was a roar.
Immediately afterwards, grenades flew over one after another.
"Fuck! The Chinese are coming! Hide now."
"Where are they, I didn't see them!"
"I didn't see it either, man, shoot into the darkness in the distance. They might be in that darkness. Don't let them come up."
With a rumble, grenades fell on the position one after another, falling on their heads, and an explosion occurred. The four people threw grenades on the position from different directions. There were a lot of grenades in three boxes, enough for the American troops on the mountain to drink a pot.
The U.S. soldiers did not notice them and could only shoot at the foot of the dark mountain indiscriminately.
"These turtles didn't see us, hahahaha!"
The muzzle flashes of the American soldiers' shots were particularly conspicuous in the darkness, providing them with a target for throwing grenades. Each muzzle flash disappeared without a trace amidst the continuous explosions, and only the rumble of the grenades could be heard.
There was no sound, but no Chinese people could be seen. The bombing was unbearable, and the American soldiers quickly moved back. This played into Xia Yuan's plan.
Xia Yuan threw the grenade far, hard, and accurately. Every time it was an air burst. The American grenade shrapnel was powerful and had enough gunpowder. It was really painful to use it on his own people.
He blocked the foreign Japanese soldiers in the back by himself. As soon as the foreign Japanese soldiers in the front retreated, the American soldiers who couldn't bear the bombing in the middle also began to retreat, so the bomb-loving soldiers fell on the American soldiers in the front, blowing them up badly.
This group of foreign devils gave up and ran behind with their guns in hand.
Xia Yuan and the others took advantage of the situation and occupied the forward position that the American devils had just dug into half. With the forward position, their offensive became more fierce. They worked in groups of two, shooting left and right. They had many grenades on them and were not afraid of wasting them. The American devils had just occupied their frontline.
The position was complacent for a while, but the people digging trenches and building fortifications were exhausted again. When Xia Yuan and the others appeared, it was like a nightmare.
The American soldiers behind saw the American soldiers in front running behind, and the lieutenant shouted loudly, telling them to attack.
Unexpectedly, the American devils in front didn't listen at all. The grenades thrown by the Chinese were so terrifying, as if they had eyes. They threw them one after another, killing many people and leaving their bodies lying in the trenches.
Many of the injured wailed and screamed, and after a while there was no movement. With such a formation, how dare they continue to charge forward.
A grenade fell on the head of the American lieutenant who was shouting from a distance of a hundred meters. With a bang, in the stunned eyes of a group of American soldiers, the American soldiers who had just clamored to continue the attack were now seen.
God.
"OH, Fuck!"
The foreign soldiers were stunned. They turned around and saw round grenades flying towards them. Several shouting and conspicuous American soldiers were killed on the spot. These grenades all exploded in the air, hitting the target.
It was very clear that it was the soldiers and lieutenants who bombed their walkie-talkies, killing many of the American Japanese around them. Now no foreign Japanese dared to stay in the position and kept running down the mountain.
The supervising team also ran after him. It was so weird. How could the Chinese grenades be thrown so far and so accurately?
Four grenades killed their commander without missing a beat, as well as soldiers with walkie-talkies, machine gunners, and soldiers carrying recoilless rifles. Just two words, "evil".
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Wang Huzi laughed a few times, held the gun and killed the American soldiers who were not dead, and then started to touch ammunition and grenades.
"The position is ours again." Yang Nanzhen was extremely happy. He looked at Xia Yuan with admiration in his eyes. The American soldiers attacked their position, leaving behind at least one company of soldiers, more than 200 people.
, but they just took back the positions that the foreign devils had worked so hard to defeat without any effort.
Four people fighting a company was too mysterious to talk about, but it really happened like this before their eyes.
Especially the last four grenades decided the outcome, directly killing the commander of the foreign devils, and also killed many American devils. This is so damn good. When did a tough battle become so easy?
"Captain Xia, you are simply the reincarnation of the King of Thunder. This grenade can be thrown far and accurately, and the timing is very good. It's amazing."
Yang Nanzhen said happily.
"You are not bad at all. You blocked the foreign devils in front. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to do such a thing by myself." Xia Yuan smiled modestly, sat down on the ground, and kneaded the roots of his thighs.
During the sports battle, the injury to my thigh became more and more serious, and it became swollen.
Fortunately, taking anti-inflammatory drugs and resting will help.
"Instructor Yang, you have to clean up. It is estimated that the foreign devils will continue to come up later, and they will not give up."
Xia Yuan gave some instructions, and the plan was to hide on the reverse slope of the position first. It was estimated that the enemy's artillery would fall down later.
"Then pick up the corpses of the foreign Japanese that are close by and touch them. Don't touch the ones that are far away. Touch as many grenades, bullets, and guns as you can, and then withdraw after touching them."
Yang Nanzhen immediately gave orders to Wang Huzi and Wu Liang, and then said to Xia Yuan: "Captain Xia, you rest first, and we will come over after we finish cleaning up."
"Okay, be careful."
As soon as his butt touched the ground, he heard the buzzing sound of a plane above his head, and he spat, "The ghost of this foreign devil's plane is really lingering!"
Yang Nanzhen and the others ran back. When the planes arrived, they were probably going to bomb the battlefield. With their butts touching the ground, Wang Huzi got angry and said: "Company Commander Xia, let's get one down later to see if they still dare."
Flying."
Xia Yuan looked at the plane hovering in the sky. It was just one plane. It was probably that it had just completed a mission from behind and received a reinforcement mission. He turned to look at Yang Nanzhen and saw him looking straight at him and said
: "Instructor Yang, you decide, this is your company."
"Hit! The American planes were very aggressive and flew very low when they fired. Let's ambush in advance. This may be an opportunity." Yang Nanzhen said.
Xia Yuan secretly gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, let's do it! Let's do this. Wang Beard's machine gun is good at shooting. Later, I will go to the west with me to cat in the ditch. Instructor Yang, my legs and feet are inconvenient, so I'll just lure the enemy's plane."
I’ve given it to you. The trenches have just been dug by the Japanese. There are still bomb craters and big rocks. They are very safe. Try to find a way to lure the American Japanese plane over. This time, if you can’t hit it, it will probably run away.”
Yang Nanzhen did not hesitate, nodded and said: "Okay, leave it to us. Just do it, Wu Liang, let's go."
Xia Yuan quickly stopped him: "Instructor Yang, wait a minute, bring a fire and light a cigarette, the Japanese will see clearly."
"no problem."
Yang Nanzhen left with Wu Liang, and they were going to hook up the plane in the cabinet. Xia Yuan found a large Soviet-made turntable light machine gun with not many bullets and only one magazine left, but it was enough.
, then ran to the west ravine with Wang Huzi, propped the stand on two rocks, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the sky. The plane would fly over in front of them later.
Wang Huzi looked at the big turntable in Xia Yuan's hand and said: "Captain Xia, the accuracy of your big turntable is better than mine. I have been using it these days and have no time to calibrate the gun."
Xia Yuan smiled: "Okay, you are on the left. After this guy comes over, you flap its wings. If it rushes towards us, it will definitely lower its height. At that time, we will aim at the belly of the plane and hug it.
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"Okay, Captain Xia, just take a look. We're not good at shooting with guns, but we're absolutely great at shooting with machine guns!"
Wang Huzi patted his chest and placed his Czech style on the left side of Xia Yuan, one on the left and the other on the right.
At this time, Yang Nanzhen and Wu Liang each had a cigarette in their mouths, holding American-made Tom Xins, fired several shots at the aircraft hovering in the sky, and then yelled: "Little bastard, grandpa is here, come here quickly, let me know"
Grandpa will give you a good beating!"
Wu Liang held his gun and fired more than ten bullets at the foreign Japanese's P51.
The plane was still circling in the sky and had no intention of coming down. Wang Huzi scratched his head: "This guy is not fooled. Captain Xia, what should we do?"
"Don't worry, calm down!"
Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and kept staring at the plane in the sky.
"Keep scolding!" Yang Nanzhen said dryly.
"Come on, little bastard, come down quickly. Grandpa is here. You are a coward. How can you be an iron bird? If you have the ability, come over and fight with grandpa. Even if you are tall, grandpa will still beat you." Wu Liang
He cursed vigorously, and then, as if to vent his emotions, he pointed at the plane in the sky.
There was a clanging sound in the P51 cabin, like two small stones hitting each other. It was caused by Thompson submachine gun bullets. The range of the submachine gun is limited. Even if it hits, it will not open the armor of the aircraft. It will only hit the aircraft.
Then he lightly scratched it, leaving a shallow scratch on the fuselage.
The American pilot in the cockpit proudly took off his flying glasses and laughed at the Chinese soldier's ignorance. He actually wanted to hit him with a submachine gun that posed no threat to him. With a weird smile on his face, he pushed the joystick and then
Lower the height and plan to shoot him with precision.
"Hey, instructor, he's here!"
When Wu Liang saw the iron bird flying over, he almost died of joy. He opened his mouth wide and continued to curse: "Son, you are dead this time!"
"Walk!"
In order to anger the US military pilots, Yang Nanzhen also emptied his unit price. The bullets flew into the sky and disappeared without a trace. He watched as the US military planes drew an arc in the sky and headed straight towards them.
Flying over, he immediately shouted: "Run!"
The two of them ran towards the ravine to the west where Xia Yuan and Wang Huzi were hiding.
P51 followed the two men and continued to chase them. They were about to reach a big rock. The plane was getting lower and lower. Two long strings of bullets were fired from the plane and swept behind them.
, the dirt flying out from the impact point splashed everywhere, and their backs were covered with dirt.
"Wu Liang, lie down!"
Hearing the instructor's voice, Wu Liang threw himself down into a single pit nearby and quickly curled up into a ball. The bullets left two deep marks on the ground.
Yang Nanzhen changed the magazine, ran behind the stone, held the submachine gun in a kneeling position, and emptied all the bullets in the submachine gun at one breath toward the plane.
This time the clanking sound was louder, because the distance between the plane and them was no more than 150 meters, the huge iron bird was very close, the plane engine buzzed non-stop, and the bullets hit the cockpit glass.
It was broken into several pieces. The US pilot was so angry that he ripped off his hat and prepared to press the machine gun with his thumb to kill Instructor Yang.