"Boom..." shells exploded on Hill 7 one after another.
Although I successfully stopped our army's last charge, it does not mean that this battle will not have to be fought.
According to what our superiors said, the road still needs to be walked and the high ground still needs to be captured. Moreover, because of the mistake just now, a lot of time was wasted, so the time for us to complete the task is also tighter.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but say "fuck" in my heart, why should we bear the losses for the mistakes made by our superiors? But I also know that it is useless to blame others. No matter what, we have to win the battle before dark.
Highland No. 7. The reason is very simple... Our army is not familiar with the terrain and cannot fight a night battle with the Vietnamese on their territory. And if they cannot win tonight, then the Vietnamese will be defeated the next day after a night of preparation.
Harder to hit.
So I had to reluctantly follow the soldiers into the position again and wait for the artillery preparations.
I have to admit that I had no idea about artillery preparations. I thought it was just like in TV movies with bigger scenes and louder sounds. However, when the first batch of artillery shells exploded on Hill 7, I
I couldn't help but be stunned...
The violent shelling seemed to lift the entire No. 7 Highland into the sky. The land was turned upside down by the continuous and boring bombardment. The explosion of each shell threw away large balls of soil and grass.
Towards the sky. As the shelling extended, the sky was filled with the roar of falling shells, the roar of shrapnel and the sickening scream of shells flying through the air. In just a moment, the entire sky was filled with thick smoke.
It was completely covered with dust and darkness.
I couldn't help but scream along with the whistling sound of the shells. These shells ignited the fear hidden in my heart, and also ignited my desire to survive... At this moment, I suddenly realized how shallow I used to be and how hungry I was for money.
, longing for women, longing for all kinds of enjoyment, but now I just feel that all of this is not important. The only important thing is my own life, and the only important thing is that I can live.
I saw several soldiers around me looking at me with strange eyes. I knew what they were thinking. They felt that being frightened by the sound of artillery and screaming was something only a coward would do, and this was a cannon fired on the enemy's position.
...but I don't care, because only in this way can I ensure that I will not be scared out of my mind, and only in this way can I control myself and not run away.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of artillery gradually stopped, followed by an ominous silence and a few faint cries on Highland 7.
"Comrades!" the company commander stood up and waved his pistol: "For the motherland and the people, charge!"
"Come on!"
…
The soldiers shouted and picked up the rifles in their hands and rushed towards Hill No. 7. I was stunned for a while and then tremblingly ran forward with the rifle in hand and followed the soldiers.
At this time, the old man's words suddenly appeared in my mind: "Many people think... the slower you go when charging, the safer it is. In fact, if you really don't want to die, you can charge as fast as you want."
"Oh, why?" It's not that I want to ask, but I have to ask, otherwise the old man will resort to his skill of listening and speaking.
"Why?" At this time, the old man would always reply triumphantly: "When we were shooting cannons, all the Japanese were hiding in the tunnel on the reverse slope to avoid the cannons! Do you know what a reverse slope is?"
The old man arched his hands to make a mountain shape, then pointed to the back of the mountain and said: "This is the reverse slope, the cannonballs can't hit it. This trick was used by the volunteers to deal with the Yankee cannons during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and later allowed the Vietnamese to use it from
Let's learn how to deal with us now. So now it's time to seize the time. There is actually no Yue Jap on the high ground during the artillery fire. The faster you rush up, the safer it will be. If it is too late, the Yue Jap troops will come out of the tunnel and spread out on the top of the mountain.
, then no one can escape..."
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be shocked. I looked at the mountain top, which was still filled with smoke... and sure enough, there was no one there. So I couldn't help but feel guilty, took a big step with my gun in hand, and rushed towards the top of the mountain.
I may be timid, but my running speed is really impressive. I have to thank the old man for this. I don’t know whether the old man is blind and can’t go to the battlefield or because he is not addicted to officialdom. I have been sensible since I was a child.
He trained me as his soldier, starting with one thousand meters, then two thousand and five kilometers as I got older. In junior high school, I was carrying weights for five kilometers every morning!
My childhood was crippled by the old man, which is one of the reasons why I hate the old man so much.
After talking too much nonsense, I was determined to run forward, and soon the other soldiers fell behind. I think part of the reason for this was that the soldiers did not understand the situation on the mountain top and did not rush forward boldly.
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Highland No. 7 is not high, it should be said that it is just a small hill. As I retreated and ran like crazy, I rushed to the top of the mountain in only two or three minutes. Looking around, it turned out that there was not a single Japanese in front of me.
What's left is a trench that was blown into pieces by artillery shells.
I didn't dare to stop for a moment, so I crossed the trench and lay on the ground and looked down: Oh my god! The black mass below is full of heads, and dozens of Vietnamese Japs are rushing to the top of the mountain! The closest distance is me
Only about ten meters.
Only then did I realize that I had made a mistake. I knew I had to grab time, but my comrades didn't know that. Now I was left alone to face so many Vietnamese in front of me. Wasn't that asking for death?
Strangely enough, I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.
Thinking about it later, this may be human survival instinct. People often calm down when they are on the verge of death or extremely scared. This may have been the case for me at the time. Dozens of enemies were right in front of me, but I suddenly calmed down and used
I made a rational analysis of my situation as quickly as possible.
Escape? No, if I escape like this, the Japanese will take the opportunity to occupy the hilltop position, and then use a gun to shoot down from above. Not only me, but also the soldiers who ran up will be killed.
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Stay and defend? It doesn't seem possible... The difference in strength is too great. I'm not even familiar with the gun in my hand, but I have to deal with dozens of vicious Japanese Japs. They can easily get rid of me with a single charge...
Seeing the Yue Japs getting closer and closer, I couldn't help but frown, thinking about it. I immediately turned over and hid in the half-collapsed tunnel and shouted loudly: "Comrades! The Yue Japs are coming up, be ready to fight."
, wait until the Japanese get close and then fight!"
At first, I was still worried that the Yue Japs would fall into the trap because they couldn't understand what I said, but when I saw the Yue Japs throwing themselves down below, I knew that my worries were unnecessary. What I didn't know was
, China and Vietnam had a honeymoon period of "comrades and brothers", so many Vietnamese ghosts learned Chinese.
How could I have thought so much at that time? When I saw that this trick worked, I couldn't help but feel happy, so I became even more proud of my performance. I waved my hands and shouted in a decent manner: "Class 1, you guys, keep the left side. Class 2, keep the left."
Here, Class Three is preparing..."
In fact, I didn't know how to command at all, I was just yelling nonsense. I was very nervous, worried that the Japanese would attack me if they got angry... Then my life would be ruined.
At this time, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind, which startled me. When I turned around, I almost put the bayonet on me.
Scar easily deflected my bayonet and asked in disbelief: "What are you doing?"
"Well!" I took a long breath: "You are finally here! Isn't this? You are trying to trick the Japanese!"
"Plop!" With a sound, the little stone that followed him couldn't help but laugh. The other soldiers also laughed and laughed at the strange thing in front of them.
Scar shook his head and said: "I don't know whether it's your kid who has a long life, or those who are the Japanese who are short-lived, but they let you be deceived!"
The company commander came up to take a look and didn't say much. He waved his pistol and shouted: "Hit!"
In an instant, the gunshots and explosions rang out. The soldiers condescendingly pulled the triggers at the Vietnamese soldiers below. In an instant, the bullets rushed towards the Vietnamese army like raindrops... blood spattered and screams repeated.
, occasionally a few grenades were thrown from the hands of the soldiers, and every explosion could cause several Vietnamese soldiers to turn over and fall to the ground. What appeared in front of me was a picture written in blood and flesh.
I looked at this scene with my gun raised and didn't know what to do, because I still couldn't believe that people could be so cruel, and I still couldn't believe that we could take away lives so easily, and we didn't even know the people in front of us.
These Vietnamese...
"Do you really want to shoot?" I asked myself over and over in my mind: "What if I hit someone?"
Then I quickly felt funny about my own thoughts. Isn't the purpose of shooting to hit the enemy? But I was worried about hitting someone.
"Never mind!" I gritted my teeth and pulled the trigger...
With a sound of "Bang!", I only felt a slight tremor coming from my shoulder blades, and my eyes closed as a conditioned reflex. Then the bullet was fired, but I didn't know where it flew.
"Damn it!" Maybe it was because there was no suspense in this battle, so Scar beside me had been paying attention to me. At this time, he hit my head hard and said: "You can't shoot like this."
Did you do it with your eyes closed?"
I don’t know why, Scar’s movement reminded me of the old man, as if the old man was by my side. Although this feeling only flashed through my head, it gave me an inexplicable sense of security. At the same time,
It cleared away the distracting thoughts and worries in my mind.
"This is a battlefield! We are soldiers!" I recalled the old man's words over and over again: "On the battlefield, either you die or I live. Soldiers must kill the enemy to save themselves!"
Thinking of this, I aimed my crosshair at a Yue Jap who was raising a gun to fight back, and without hesitation pulled the trigger...
With a "Bang!" sound, the Yue Japanese tilted his head and fell to the ground.
Because the distance was very close, I could even clearly see the red and white liquid shooting out of the blood hole. However, I didn't spend too much time paying attention to this disgusting scene, and quickly put the gun back.
The mouth was pointed at another enemy.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and a Vietnamese soldier who was about to throw a grenade at our position fell down in response.
When he fell, I noticed that the stringed grenade was still smoking in his hand. His companions hurriedly tried to grab the grenade and throw it away. However, dead people often die due to nervous breakdown.
With my fingers clenched, I saw the grenade explode in a radial pattern and knock over three nearby Vietnamese soldiers...
When I wanted to aim at the third target, I found that the Vietnamese army had retreated like a tide. Our army had more people than the Vietnamese army, and we had a geographical advantage, so this battle started from the beginning.
This doomed the defeat of the Vietnamese army.
Dealing with the fleeing Vietnamese soldiers, the soldiers' bullets still followed them unwillingly, but I could no longer bear the heart to kill those embarrassed Vietnamese soldiers who were just trying to escape.
"Okay!" The soldiers cheered, and some even stood up excitedly, raised their fists and shouted slogans. This made me frown: It seems that this unit has no combat experience like me or not.
Less.
"Not bad!" Scar patted me on the shoulder excitedly and said, "You said you can't shoot, but you're... you're pretty good at shooting!"
Alas! I admit that I have shot a gun before, but it was also an air gun that I played with when I was a child... I remember that when I was very young, the old man started to use an air gun to let me practice shooting postures and so on. Sometimes, in order to punish me for disobedience, he would
I would hang a few bricks on the barrel of the gun for me to hold... I also like to shoot birds with an air gun. Who would have thought that this would work too!
However... this time the distance between us and the enemy was only a few dozen meters at most. I think this is also one of the reasons for the accuracy of the attack.