The enemy will naturally enter the cat's ear hole when they fire.
Although this cat's ear hole looks simple, it actually has a lot of knowledge in it. Isn't that right? The cat's ear hole is dug on the side wall of the trench. The possibility of the shell itself directly hitting the inside of the trench is very small. Then
The possibility of injuring the soldiers hiding in the cat's ear hole is even smaller.
Therefore, although this kind of small hole is inconspicuous, it is still very effective for hiding cannonballs. Unless the cannonball directly hits the cat's ear hole directly above it and causes the cat's ear hole to collapse, there will generally be no major problems.
But even though I knew this, I was still very nervous when I was hiding inside.
What a joke, this is about your own life. Even if there is only one percent chance of hitting, okay? Then who can guarantee that that shell will not hit me?
In addition, the cat ear hole is very small, and my body is almost squeezed in close to the earth wall of the hole. At this time, I just feel like a piece of pork that has been forced into the crack of the stone. That's right.
Because of this, every inch of skin on the body is in "close contact" with the earthen wall beside him, so he can clearly feel every vibration from the cannonballs hitting the ground hard...
Those who have not personally experienced all this cannot imagine it. The space is so narrow that it is almost impossible to move, the suffocating heat, the air with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the soil above and on the sides that are constantly being shaken by shells and falling down.
, and the threat from death... All of these are intertwined like there is an invisible demon grabbing and screaming in my mind... It makes me want to get out and run away at all costs!
But I endured it in the end, because I knew very well that if I went out at this time, I would be blown to pieces soon. Later I found out that someone really got out desperately...
Finally, the earth walls around me stopped shaking, and the enemy had stopped shelling. Only then did I realize that I was buried in the earth. The earth rushed into my mouth and nose along with my breathing. A burst of chest tightness made me almost collapse.
I can't breathe.
I struggled for a while to get out of the hole, but found that I couldn't move at all. Not to mention that my hands and feet were numb, the bombproof hole was already very small, and when the earth and rocks were knocked down again... the whole thing was completely blocked.
It's full.
No matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't get out, and the fear in my heart surged like a tide - I couldn't be buried alive like this! We weren't killed by bullets on the battlefield, but we were going to be killed by this bulletproof hole.
Suffocated to death?
Some people may think that it is not difficult to get out of the soil loosened by the shells. They can just dig it out with their hands... But the reality is not like that at all. What can be pulled out by just digging with your hands is
All other parts were free, but at this time I was curled up in the hole and buried in the loose soil. I couldn't stretch my arms and legs at all and couldn't use them... It seemed that all I could do was wait for death inside.
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At this moment, a big hand suddenly reached out in time, grabbed my arm and pulled it out... I fell down in the trench and gasped desperately. But soon I was choked by the soil in my esophagus and coughed.
La, it’s so uncomfortable to have both runny nose and tears.
but……
It felt so good to have air, even though the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, and even though at least half of the dirt in my mouth was vomited into my stomach.
"The enemy is coming!" I don't know who shouted.
At this time, I really wanted to take a rest, even if I could drink some water to catch my breath. But I knew I couldn't do that... This is a battlefield, and if you want to save your life, you have to make full use of every minute and every second. , maybe just a minute or a second, the enemy can break through our defense line and string all of us on the bayonet...
I didn’t even have time to wipe the snot and tears from my face, so I set up the trench with the gun in hand...
The first thing that came into my eyes was a large group of Vietnamese troops charging towards our army with bayonets in hand. Different from the last charge, the Vietnamese troops charging towards us this time were not camouflaged with thatch, which allowed us to clearly see I saw the ferocious eyes and ferocious faces of those Vietnamese soldiers like wild beasts.
I have to admit, this is indeed a bit imposing, but this kind of momentum should be more effective on the battlefield with cold weapons.
Isn't it? If the soldiers in the cold weapon era had such momentum, I believe that the opponent's legs would be weak just after a fight with them, and they would not be able to hold the sword!
But it's different now. We don't care how strong your momentum is. I just need to pull the trigger lightly... and I will see that the Vietnamese army that looked fierce just now fell to the ground like a ball of mud.
What does it mean to be strong on the outside but strong on the inside? Maybe this is what it looks like!
However, the 316A Division is indeed the ace unit of the enemy. Their offensive is like a tidal wave, pressing towards our defense line. The front row was knocked to the ground by our troops, and the back row jumped over their comrades. The corpses continued to rush forward, while charging and holding up the AK47 in their hands to fight back at us.
"Bang bang..." I pulled the trigger of the rifle one after another and fired bullets at the enemy. The enemy soldiers fell under my gun one after another, but they still rushed forward without fear of death. I even I also saw some Vietnamese soldiers holding cluster grenades and explosive packs...
At this time, our army basically held AK47 or submachine guns... Some people may ask, doesn't it mean that there are four people in each class of our army using 56 and a half? This is indeed true, but after a few battles... …who doesn’t know how to replace the 56 and a half in his hand with an AK47?
Although the shooting accuracy of this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is not bad, the rate of fire is too slow. We pull the trigger once to fire a bullet, and there is only one bullet per dozen. The AK47 in the hands of the devils makes a "wow, wah, wah, wah" when the trigger is pulled. Array the bullets, one dozen will form a surface.
Therefore, when a small unit of our army fights with the enemy, the firepower of a platoon is often not as good as that of a squad of the enemy. If it is a face-to-face duel, it will be even worse. If we don't knock down the enemy with one shot, we will basically be defeated. There was no chance for a second shot.
What can we do if the equipment is not good? When fighting, we can only use the lives of our soldiers to make up for these shortcomings!
But this situation no longer exists.
Especially the bullets for the AK47, 56 and a half, and Type 56 submachine guns are all universal. There is no need to worry about the bullets sent from the rear not being able to fire, so the soldiers are all brave enough to change! Even the Type 56 submachine gun is replaced Got the AK47.
So when the battle started, the bullets were like raindrops, rushing toward the Vietnamese Japanese. Although the Vietnamese army was an ace force, they were still flesh and blood. No matter how strong the flesh and blood were, How can one's will stop a bullet?
After a bloody storm, the Vietnamese troops fell in pieces in front of our position.
From this point of view, it is a good thing that we have participated in several battles before, otherwise, the enemy might have broken through our defense line and torn us into pieces by now.
Maybe it's because the sniper battle before the Vietnamese army's charge was unfavorable and affected the Vietnamese soldiers, or because I successfully killed the Vietnamese snipers, which boosted the morale of our army, or both... In short, this
The soldiers in this blockade fought very tenaciously. The Vietnamese troops often rushed up in a wave and were ruthlessly blocked by our bullets. It was like the collision and pull between two torrents, one side was steel and the other side was flesh and blood...
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Finally, the Vietnamese army retreated unwillingly after suffering huge casualties.
After the gunfire gradually stopped, the soldiers were silent for a while before suddenly bursting into cheers!
"Hey! The Japs' ace unit isn't that good either!" Xiao Shitou shouted excitedly.
"That's it!" Bayonet also shouted happily: "What kind of commander are you talking about! Didn't you just beat us until we ran away with our tails between our legs?"
"Platoon leader!" Wang Kechang stuck his head out and shouted to me across several people: "How many have you beaten?"
I thought about it and replied: "I didn't count carefully, there must be more than a dozen!"
I counted based on the bullets I shot out. I shot a total of seventeen bullets just now. I remember that three or four times I missed the bullets, and there were two times where I was not sure whether I hit the enemy, so I didn’t say that I shot them out.
Ten enemies.
"A dozen?!" Wang Kechang asked again in disbelief: "Just killed a dozen in that battle?"
Then he murmured: "I thought that seven shots was enough, and I wanted to compete with you, but I didn't expect..."
"I'm talking about a thief..." Shen Guoxin, with a dark face, came out of nowhere and joked at Wang Kechang: "Who are you? Are you competing with our platoon leader? You'll be satisfied if you compete with us...
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With a coaxing sound, the soldiers all laughed out loud at these words.
In fact, I understand in my heart that there is a reason why the soldiers are in such a good mood now.
When Bayonet mentioned that the 316A Division had such a big background, everyone was shocked, and then they began to wonder: Can our unit withstand the charge of the enemy's ace unit? Although just now
We also defeated them once, but that time it was probably just a small-scale sneak attack by the enemy! Moreover, the sneak attack was so dangerous even when our army discovered it, so what if they launched an attack with all their strength?
So when fighting a battle, the soldiers were unsure, including me. But now I finally feel more relieved - the enemy's ace troops are also human beings, they are not just a bunch of people, and they can also be killed by bullets...
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Especially the new recruits, after fighting such a battle, they will find that the battlefield is not as scary as they imagined. In addition, when they are stimulated by the pride of victory, their confidence and morale will increase exponentially.
No wonder the old man would say: This new soldier... as long as he survives a few battles, he can almost be called a veteran.