The enemy was obviously prepared, so they started fighting with great force. The grass that seemed very calm just now was now in chaos, with dark figures of the enemy everywhere, and various weapons emerging when they started to fight.
The firelight, light machine gun, and heavy machine gun bullets piled into our army's position in pieces, causing the soil in front of the trench of our army's position to burst into rows of soil flowers, like a pot of boiling porridge...
Moreover, the enemy seemed to have identified my position. Several machine guns and submachine guns fired at me at the same time. I quickly shrank my head back into the trench, and a row of bullets flew over my head.
.
Obviously, these Vietnamese Japs are seeking revenge for the previous attack, and they hate me to the core as their number one target...
Then I saw the company commander squatting in front of me dumbfounded, forgetting to even direct the battle.
While loading a new magazine for his submachine gun, Scar cursed: "There are really fucking Japs hiding there! They almost deceived them..."
"Kill!" the enemy shouted, and under the cover of their light and heavy machine guns, they launched an attack on our position.
The soldiers did not dare to neglect. They grabbed all kinds of weapons and hit the enemy in the direction of the enemy. They also threw grenades in rows, which only made a "boom" sound outside the trench, and the soil and gravel were like waves.
Swarming back towards us.
I was just about to pop up and take a few shots, but another row of bullets came flying towards me and pushed me back. So I soon realized that the enemy's machine gun had already targeted my position. At the same time, I couldn't help but
I cursed in my heart: "Damn it! Why did I forget that a sniper has to shoot and change places! It seems that I am still a little far away from a real sniper!"
Thinking about it, I didn't dare to move slowly. I ran along the trench with the rifle for a while. After changing positions, I slowly put the rifle on the trench...
There are many enemies in the grass, and they seem to be a little different from the enemy forces we have encountered before. The coordination between mortars, light and heavy machine guns and charging infantry is very good, and the infantry and infantry also cooperate very well. At a glance
It looks like all the units are the hands and feet of the same person, working closely together.
Let's look at the infantry charge... They all used the various covers in the surrounding environment to advance in leaps and bounds. As they advanced, they held the AK47 in their hands and shot at our position. Just looking at the formation gave me an unprecedented feeling.
pressure.
I frowned, knowing that this time I had hit a hard nail. And just now, Scar said that the main force of our army was holding the commanding heights. It seemed like these devils had no interest in that bullshit commanding heights.
Well!
Although I know that my superiors have misjudged the enemy's strategic intentions, I also know that now is not the time to complain. Because no matter whether I complain or not, the enemy is right in front of me, and either I will kill him or he will kill me!
I don't want to die, so I can only kill the enemy...
"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and an enemy soldier was knocked to the ground by my shot just as he came out of the crater.
It should be said that this enemy soldier is very smart. He will never move in the same direction twice in a row. He always moves in a "Z" shape between craters and rocks. I tried to "catch" him several times because I couldn't grasp it.
His whereabouts ended in failure.
This also brought him close to a distance of more than 40 meters from our front line, so I knew that I could not miss again. The reason was very simple. He only had to move a little further to reach a distance where he could throw a grenade. Once a grenade was thrown into our army,
The trenches will kill our soldiers or even open a gap...
So I focused all my energy on the crater where he was hiding, and finally shot him dead when he jumped up.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and an enemy officer shuddered and slowly knelt down, clutching his chest, and then fell to the ground lifelessly.
He was well disguised and no different from other ordinary enemy soldiers. He had the same military uniform, the same military cap, and even the AK47 in his hand was that of an ordinary soldier.
The reason why I recognized him as an officer was because he was always followed by a communications soldier carrying a walkie-talkie. In addition, there were always two guards in front of him who intentionally or unintentionally used their bodies to block bullets for him.
That makes me even more convinced that he is an officer.
So... while waiting for a guard to shoot in a kneeling position as a habit, my bullet easily passed over the guard's head and penetrated into the officer's chest.
When they found the officer lying on the ground, the two guards quickly turned around to check his injuries, which further proved that I had not shot the wrong person.
So the third bullet... went straight to the correspondent who was still standing in a daze.
Enemies who threaten the defense line, officers, correspondents... I suddenly feel as if the entire battlefield is under my control, as if I can influence the outcome of this war...
After finishing a magazine, I put away my rifle and ran along the trench for a certain distance while changing a new magazine for my rifle. When I set up my rifle in the trench again, the enemy was already approaching me.
The army's defense line was less than fifty meters away. With the enemy's hoarse shouts, they launched the final charge towards our army's position.
The pressure suddenly increased. At this time, I was too late to choose any "special" targets. Anyway, I pulled the trigger when I saw someone in front of me. One after another, the enemy soldiers became dead under my gun, but ten
The bullets were fired quickly. Only then did I realize that sometimes a submachine gun with low accuracy is often better than a sniper rifle on the battlefield. For example, right now...
I casually pulled out a grenade and threw it out. I quickly retracted my head to change the magazine of my rifle. Just when I was about to stick my head out to shoot, I looked up and saw an enemy soldier holding an AK47.
Standing in the trenches and shouting "Hand in your guns, don't kill!"
Holy shit! This guy’s voice is actually in Chinese!
But there’s nothing surprising about this. Haven’t we all learned “Nokong Songye”? If we had known that both warring parties had learned each other’s respective languages, there would have been no need to bother using other people’s words, right? From here
On the one hand, war can sometimes promote language exchanges between the two sides.
Looking back, I was not careless at all at that time! I grabbed the Japanese soldier's feet and pulled him down from the trench.
This trick was taught to me by an old man. The old man once told me, "If the enemy points a gun at you in the trench, don't worry or be nervous... just grab his leg and pull him off! What? Worry about bullets
Will it hit you? Which direction will the hand lift when the person falls?"
As a child, I gestured in the sandpit for a while before excitedly replying: "Up!"
"That's right!" The old man chuckled: "This is called conditioned reflex, do you understand?"
"Understood! Understood!" I nodded hurriedly.
In fact, I didn’t really understand it until this moment, wasn’t it? When the enemy soldier was pulled down by me, his hands would naturally move upward in order to maintain balance, and the bullets would fly into the sky.
None of the bullets could hit me. The enemy soldier still wanted to struggle after falling, so I simply knocked him unconscious to the ground with the butt of my rifle.
I wanted to shoot him one more time, but time was too tight. Several shadows of the Japanese had already appeared in front of the trench, so I had to raise my gun and keep pulling the trigger at those shadows...
"Bang, bang, bang..." The black shadows fell down in front of me one after another, but the enemy troops still came towards us one by one like waves.
I ran out of bullets very quickly, but I didn’t dare to go back into the trench to change bullets at the same time. In desperation, I pulled out the pistol from my waist and started shooting randomly. When I ran out of bullets for the pistol, I blew it up with a grenade...
Finally, the enemy's offensive slowed down, and then receded like a tide and disappeared into the grass. The battlefield once again returned to the quietness of the first return, with only the corpses in front of the trenches and the smell of gunpowder smoke filling the air.
\The smell of blood can prove the reality of the battle just now.
"533, 533! I am 335, I am 335..." I heard the company commander calling the battalion headquarters' code name into the walkie-talkie, and then reported in a hoarse voice: "We were attacked by the enemy. We were attacked.
The enemy's sneak attack...the enemy's firepower is very fierce and their combat effectiveness is very strong..."
"What? The enemy's 316A Division?"
"Division 316A?" Scar couldn't help but gasped when he heard this number.
Although I had heard about this division from the old man, I didn’t know its origins, so I went up to him and asked, “What kind of division is the 316th Division? Is it very powerful?”
In fact, there is no need to ask at all. It can be seen from the sneak attack they launched just now that this 316A Division is definitely not an ordinary force!
"Yes!" Scar nodded and said with a serious face: "This 316A division is the ace division of the Japs and the role model for the Japs!"
"Model Master? What is a Model Master?" Xiao Shitou came up in confusion. When the other warriors heard what Scar said, they also focused their attention on Scar.
"In this way, Master Ban..." Dao Scar frowned, not knowing whether to say yes or not. He hesitated for a while and finally continued: "In this way, Master Ban will be a role model for the Japanese, and all other enemy troops will follow this example."
This unit is the target and for comparison. It was originally the 316th Division. Later, some key members were transferred to form the 316B Division, and the original old unit was changed to the 316A Division!"
With a coax, Scar's words caused quite a stir among the soldiers, and I also felt a little numb in my heart. Although I had been mentally prepared for this before, I didn't expect that the opponent was such a top force.
…
Looking at the fear in the soldiers' eyes, I understood why Scar hesitated to speak just now.
On this battlefield, some things are actually better left unsaid!