"Tank, the enemy's tank!" I heard soldiers shouting next to me. Many of them had never seen a tank before, and they were confused when they saw the Vietnamese army bringing up tanks.
"Didn't we say victory? Why are we still fighting?" Some other soldiers began to complain.
"Platoon commander! Can we retreat?" Some soldiers simply made suggestions to retreat, and this suggestion was quickly echoed by other soldiers.
"Yes! Platoon leader!" the scholar said: "Our large army has already occupied Gantang, hasn't it? Then there is no need to defend the 239 heights. Let's retreat!"
"It's better to withdraw! If we don't withdraw, it will be too late!"
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"Shut up!" I yelled at them impatiently: "Retreat? Do you know why the Vietnamese want to fight? As you said, our large forces have already occupied Gantang, and the 316A Division has occupied 239 Gaoye
It’s meaningless, so why are they still fighting? They have enough to eat and nothing to do?”
When I said this, the soldiers were stunned, not only because my attitude was scary, but also because none of them could figure out the reason.
"Alas!" After a long time, Scar sighed: "The Yue Japanese have been given a red eye by us, and they have to kill us!"
Scar's words are exactly what I want to say. Since the 316A Division no longer has the strategic significance of occupying this high ground, why do they still fight?
The only explanation is that we can't go back and explain until they capture it.
Isn't it? A model division of the Vietnamese army, an ace unit of the Vietnamese army, should have set an example for the entire Vietnamese army, but what was the result? A regiment of troops defeated ours even on the top of the mountain where we were stationed, and suffered heavy casualties.
, we were not able to capture them until the very end, and even allowed us to take down two artillery battalions...
If this was revealed, it would not only be a matter of the model division's sign being smashed, but it would also affect the morale of the entire Vietnamese army.
Therefore, whether it is for the sake of their own reputation, the morale of the Vietnamese army, or the sake of the dead comrades of the 316A Division, they have the need to level 239 Gaoshi and string us all on bayonets...
...or carry our heads back to plead guilty!
From this point of view, we know that the purpose of the Vietnamese army is not to pass through the No. 10 Highway we are guarding, but to drive us out. If this is the case, is it possible for the Vietnamese army to make us retreat? Maybe our escape route
They had already blocked it.
Sure enough, Captain Luo ran up with a livid face and said, "There are also Japanese Japs behind us. It seems they won't give up until our lives are taken!"
"Wow!" Wang Kechang burst into tears: "I won't fight anymore. I promised victory and could go home...I won't fight!"
"Cry, you are crying!" Scar kicked Wang Kechang down and cursed: "If you want to go home alive, get up and fight for me!"
Scar is a veteran, he can quickly go from a non-war state to a war state, but... most of us are new soldiers, and it doesn't mean that we can enter the state just by entering the state.
No... what I see in most of the soldiers' eyes is reluctance, fear and complaints.
I am unwilling because I feel that it is not worth dying like this.
Fear is simply not being mentally prepared for the fierce battle that is about to come.
The complaint... is because none of the other highland soldiers fired a single shot, and only our company fought to the death. In the end, the war could be said to be over, but there was still no peace.
But what about being unwilling? What about fear? What about complaining?
War is like this. It won't stop just because we don't want to fight or fight, even if we surrender...these devils in front of us will not let us go.
There is only one way before us, and that is to defeat them and conquer them.
Therefore, what I have to do now is to dispel their fear and inspire their morale and fighting spirit.
Thinking of this, I grabbed my sniper rifle, jumped out of the trench, and ran towards the ridge not far ahead.
"Platoon leader!"
"Second Platoon Commander!"
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There was a cry from behind, but I ignored it and just grabbed the gun and ran forward.
The geographical location of some places on the top of the mountain is very special. In some places, if you stick your head out, you can see the Japs. If you retract your head, the Japs can't see you, and guns and the like can't hit you... We call these places...
The ridge line is the best place to throw grenades. To put it bluntly, throwing grenades at this position means that I can blow you up but you can't hit me. Of course, this is also a good sniper position.
I ran to the edge and looked down, and there were three tanks in total, at least eight or nine hundred meters away from me. Fortunately, the sky was getting brighter by now, otherwise all I could see were a few tanks.
Dark shadow.
I didn't rush to set up the gun, but observed it with the binoculars for a while.
This Vietnamese tank seems to be looking for a suitable position calmly... We all know that tank guns have a certain shooting angle, right? I remember the old man once said that the most used tanks by the Vietnamese were the Soviet T54 tanks. I don't know what's going on in front of me.
I don’t know whether this tank is a T54 or not, and I don’t know what its maximum shooting angle is, but I do know that it will definitely not be able to hit our mountaintop position on flat ground.
But...the Yue Japanese seem to have their own methods.
No...their infantry is piling some stones or logs on the road, and then pressing the front of the tank on it...As a result, the front of the entire tank is raised high, and the tank cannon can hit it
to our mountaintop position.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers doing these tasks in an orderly manner, I once again felt the difference between experienced and inexperienced soldiers.
Looking at the machine gun mounted on the tank, I couldn't help but think, that machine gun was a Deshka anti-aircraft machine gun. We tried our best to capture one in the artillery position, but we didn't expect it at this moment.
Three of them appeared in front of us at once. I could almost imagine how these machine guns and tank guns were firing at our position.
I put down the telescope, thought for a while, and then slowly put the sniper rifle up.
Sniper rifles against tanks? I'm not that stupid. Of course I know that sniper rifles pose no threat to tanks.
But I won't fight those infantrymen, because my purpose is to tell the soldiers that tanks have nothing to be afraid of, and they can also be defeated. So...my target must be personnel related to tanks.
My first target is the tank commander.
As we all know, the tank commander is the soul of a tank and the leader of the tank crew. Therefore, the commander is often served by an experienced veteran tank soldier. His responsibility is to coordinate and direct the cooperation between the internal members of the tank, as well as the cooperation between the tank and external members.
Cooperation.
For example, now, the commander of a Vietnamese tank is responsible for instructing the driver to accurately drive the tank up the slope where the infantry is piled up so that the tank gun can reach our army's mountaintop position, and also direct the tank gun to adjust the angle, etc.
Because it was getting dark and the light was not very good, the commander had to open the hatch and expose his upper body outside the cabin for command and coordination. I think some of the Vietnamese soldiers thought that we were too far away from the tank.
factors that may pose a threat to them.
This may be true under normal circumstances, but they overlooked one thing, that is, I still have a sniper rifle in my hand.
I looked at the Vietnamese tank commander in the crosshairs through the sniper rifle, but I didn’t rush to shoot... Instead, I turned my sight to the infantryman in front of the tank who was guiding the tank forward. He was holding a small red flag in his hand, and he would fire it from time to time.
Wave it and blow the whistle a few times.
Of course, I am not interested in such a soldier. What I am interested in is the small flag in his hand.
Any object flying in the air will be affected by wind, and bullets are no exception. We don't need to consider wind under normal circumstances, just because the target is close to the target and the wind has little effect.
But...if you want to hit a target 800 meters away, you have to consider the wind factor.
The small flag in the hand of the Vietnamese infantry told me the direction of the wind. The wind blew from right to left, so my crosshair had to be tilted a little to the right... However, this was the first time I had to take the wind into account when shooting.
gun, so I’m not sure how much offset should be applied based on the wind force.
Originally, I wanted to wait for the wind to subside before shooting bullets, but what was disappointing was that... the wind here seemed to be blowing non-stop, and the small flag in the hands of the infantry was waving from time to time, which made it difficult for me to grasp it.
Live the moment when the wind stops.
So I finally decided to shoot a few more bullets.
I thought about it and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang..." Three bullets were fired from the rifle in my hand.
I fired these three bullets in order from small to large offsets. I didn’t fire the fourth bullet because in my sniper scope I saw a cloud of blood exploding from the tank commander’s body...
So I know the offset is the largest one.
I no longer lingered on my victory, but immediately turned my attention to the commander of the second tank... There were two reasons why I was so anxious. One was that I was worried that the tank commander would find a sniper and hide back in the tank, and the other
...The shorter the time distance, the smaller the change in wind force. The small change in wind force means that the offset is not much different.
So I didn't think much more and pulled the trigger again according to the offset I just printed.
"boom!"
This time it was a fatal shot. I clearly saw the tank commander bumping backwards with the inertia of the bullet, then rebounding back to the turret and hanging upside down next to the tank gun like a dead duck...
I admitted that I was very ambitious, and the next second I turned my view to the commander of the third tank, but the turret was empty, and he had already hid in the tank cabin in time.