"Woo..." Before we had time to build the fortifications, the whistling sound of artillery shells rang out in the sky again.
The density and speed of the artillery fire this time were completely beyond our expectation. This gave us no time to get back into the anti-aircraft hole. In an instant, all the trees of all sizes on the unknown high ground were sliced to pieces.
It broke with a snap, and countless pieces of mud and stone were blasted into the sky and then fell down like a torrential rain. In just a short time, the entire highland was shrouded in thick smoke, debris and dust.
I could only lean against the trench wall and hold my head with my hands, frightened by the various things hitting my head. I also thought about hiding in the anti-burrow gun, even though it was right in front of me, but
There was only one meter away, but I didn't dare to move because I was worried that the bombhole was filled with soil and I wouldn't be able to squeeze in. So I had to stay where I was and wait for the enemy's attack.
The bombing is over, or waiting for a shell to send me to the sky...
Suddenly I felt someone touching me next to me.
Enemy? The enemy has come up?
I couldn't help being surprised, and my first reaction was to touch the pistol at my waist. But when I saw clearly that the person who bumped into me was a soldier of the People's Liberation Army, I relaxed. Then the enthusiasm in my heart was quickly replaced by a kind of
Filled with indignation and fear - the soldier had been sacrificed, and died miserably. His lower body had gone to no one knows where, and only half of his body was carried by the shock wave of the shell and flew to my side.
His appearance made my scalp tingle. I kept asking myself what would happen if I was hit by a cannonball. My hands and feet would be broken off? How many pieces would I break into? Or would I still be like this soldier?
Divided into two parts?
But no matter what the result is, it is neither what I want nor what I can accept! But war is like this. Whether we are willing or not, it still comes to us and shows its ferocious face and face in front of us.
The terrifying demon melon ruthlessly harvests the lives of each warrior...
This thought and the fear in my heart almost drove me crazy, and I couldn't help but want to run out and be killed by the shells, but in the end I endured it.
The only thing that can keep me from doing stupid things is that sentence - it is better to die than to live!
It is better to die than to live. Once upon a time... I always thought that only scholars would say this, because I think that if a person dares to face death, that is the real bravery. But now it is different. The reason is... hiding in
The hit rate of being hit by artillery shells in the trenches is actually very small. Most of the people who died were because of poor psychological quality. They were frightened and ran out or simply chose to die because they couldn't stand the pressure...
Therefore, what we understand in peacetime often does not work on the battlefield, and sometimes we even have to understand it the other way around.
I don’t know how long it took, but as soon as the sound of artillery faded, the enemy quickly launched another charge.
This time, the soldiers and I no longer needed the company commander's command. We all consciously put our guns on the trenches and waited for the enemy's attack. Not only consciously, but our movements were neat and neat. The machine gunners immediately loaded their bullets.
, the deputy shooter began to load another drum; as soon as the rocket launcher shooter was ready to shoot, the deputy shooter began to dig out other ammunition from the cat's hole...
The word "dig" is really not an exaggeration. After several rounds of shelling, the cat hole was either collapsed or turned into a pile of broken soil. Even to get ammunition, one had to use an engineer shovel to dig up the broken soil.
open……
Some people may say, aren't our troops just new recruits? How can we cooperate so well with each other?
Not to mention, this surprised me a bit, but it wasn’t surprising either.
I was surprised because I didn't expect the soldiers to grow up so quickly.
Not surprising because this is the battlefield.
If this is army training or an exercise...then I believe it is impossible for the soldiers to coordinate so quickly. People are inert. In army training and exercises, if you don't do well and coordinate well, you will be punished.
Or punishment or something. But it is different on the battlefield. Poor performance and poor coordination on the battlefield... that means death.
Who can not think about their own life?
The only way to survive on the battlefield is to consciously integrate into the collective of the army and actively play your role in cooperating with other soldiers. Only in this way can a strong combat effectiveness be formed. Otherwise, as long as one link goes wrong, it may lead to a
If the firepower point fails to function, the entire unit may die under the enemy's bayonet.
"Comrades! Hold on!" the company commander shouted at us: "Follow my command... bring the enemy closer and then attack! Follow my command and shoot!"
Strangely enough, after hearing the company commander's words, I suddenly felt a little more confident.
It should be said... After several previous battles, the company commander's commanding ability has also improved.
Isn't this? In the previous two battles, the company commander basically didn't give any orders. Once the battle started, it all relied on the free shooting of the soldiers... The first time was a surprise attack by the Vietnamese army, so it was understandable that he had no time to command. The second time
The Vietnamese army carried out a step-by-step attack with artillery attacks first and then a charge. It was unreasonable that the company commander still had no command.
I think this is because Captain Luo is facing such a cruel battlefield for the first time! This really cannot be blamed on him. He was a student in a military academy a few days ago.
Entering such a life-or-death battlefield, everyone must go through a process of adaptation.
Just now, after hearing what the company commander shouted, I realized that company commander Luo had calmed down enough to know what he was going to do.
Isn't it? The accuracy of the AK47 is only two to three hundred meters. If you are a veteran, you may be able to hit targets outside the range with a bunch of bullets, but we are recruits... If the enemy is too far away, the bullets will "wow"
"Wow..." they all flew into the sky.
So the right way to attack is to bring the enemy closer.
But one bad thing is... this way, my sniper rifle with a range of nearly one thousand meters will be useless. The function of a sniper rifle is to shoot the target from a long distance. If the enemy is brought closer and then hit...
Its power is actually not as good as an AK47!
So I thought about it, and while the enemy was still approaching our position a thousand meters away... I put away my rifle and walked back along the traffic trench.
Behind him came Scar, angrily shouting: "Where are you going? Come back here, you coward..."
"Second platoon leader, come back here!" the instructor also shouted at me.
But I ignored them at all, and I had no time to explain. I finally realized that I had made a mistake. I was a sniper, and the sniper rifle in my hand had a range of one thousand meters... so I should not talk to other soldiers.
I was still fighting the enemy in the trenches. At such a close distance, the sniper rifle in my hand was no different from the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in the hands of the soldiers!
So no matter Scar thought I was a deserter or something, no matter what the other soldiers thought of me, I kept running towards the rear.
This communication trench is used by our army to facilitate communication between correspondents and the main force or other troops.
On the battlefield, when the telephone line is blown out or the radio cannot communicate, it is necessary to send out correspondents to get in touch with their superiors. Without this communication trench, the correspondents will be completely exposed to enemy fire and it will be difficult to
Complete the task successfully.
And with this communication trench, whether it is the retreat of defensive troops, the evacuation of wounded, or the dispatch of reinforcements to the rear position, the transportation of ammunition supplies... its safety and concealment will be greatly increased. Therefore, general defenses will have a
Traffic trench leading to the rear.
After all, this communication trench is actually a trench, but it is shallower and narrower than the trench. Its height and width are just enough for a person to move around in it, and in order to prevent our soldiers from being exposed to the enemy's guns
I also built the traffic trench into a "Z" shape, which undoubtedly became an excellent sniper position for me.
Then I found a position to set up the gun. The first thing I saw through the sniper scope was the confused company commander and the soldiers under my command who were looking around...
I couldn't help but frown, realizing that I had made another mistake. I was a platoon leader... My retreat would most likely lead to instability in the morale of the troops. Not to mention that all the soldiers under my command were watching.
If I die, the soldiers in other platoons may be affected.
However, I soon found that my worries were unnecessary, because after Captain Luo saw me setting up the gun behind him, he nodded at me from a distance, indicating that he knew my intentions and agreed with my actions. Not only that.
So...I soon saw Wang Kechang imitating my example and running towards me along the traffic ditch under the order of the company commander.
Obviously, Captain Luo asked him to cooperate with me. At this time, I couldn't help but feel like I had met a close friend.
If this were the former company commander... I'm afraid he would have sent two people up to arrest me on the spot in order to stabilize the morale of the army!
So the soldiers quickly understood that I was not a deserter, and their morale stabilized.
"Platoon commander!" Wang Kechang ran to me and said: "The company commander asked me to tell you. Next time if anything happens, inform the company commander first..."
"Yeah!" I felt ashamed. Although my performance on the battlefield should be said to be pretty good, and I was even regarded as an experienced and accomplished "veteran" by my soldiers. But I still didn't seem to be integrated into the "platoon".
In the role of "long".
I remember the old man said: As a cadre, your subordinates should be responsible to the soldiers, and your superiors should be responsible to their superiors... This thing is really troublesome!