Chapter 3 That hero is about to be bombed to death
I’m so damn Fake, Fake, you’re so damn the whole family.
Well, that's not German, it's internet slang.
He broke the bare branch in his hand, which looked like a wire from a distance, to 70 or 80 sections, threw it into the crater and stepped on it.
This job is really difficult to do. I believe that any soldier in the special operations team can do it better than me.
While angry, he tried his best to lower his head wearing an M38 paratrooper helmet.
Machine gun bullets fell around the crater from time to time, but the sniper was calm, waiting for him to come out of the crater.
It's not that Zhang Sixing didn't have smoke and smoke bombs for cover, but the equipment he had on him couldn't be wasted until the phone line was found.
He took out the periscope observation scope again and quietly explored the crater.
"call out"
The bullet passed by with supersonic wind, and the sniper who was staring at him fired.
"Snapped"
The crisp sound of gunfire was so crisp at night, which gave him the opportunity to look for snipers.
The rod-type periscope was turned, and a broken building window appeared in view.
"call out"
Another bullet passed the periscope sight, closer than the previous one.
Although the muzzle flash of the Type 38 rifle was extremely small, it still flashed in the dark background of the room.
Baby, I thought that if you were hiding in the house, I wouldn't be able to see you.
He took out his sniper rifle and stared at the place where the gunfire had just been lit.
"call out"
Another bullet passed by the side of the helmet, and Zhang Sixing remained motionless.
As the opponent fired, he also pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle almost at the same time.
"puff"
Amid the faint sound of gunfire, the muzzle flash was not obvious and even managed to avoid the eyes of the Japanese machine gunner.
After completing the shooting, he quickly retracted to the bottom of the crater and waited for a while before taking out the periscope observation scope again to observe.
The Japanese sniper did not fire again, and he did not know whether he was dead or alive.
"Bo"
The flare arrived as promised, which solved his problem of finding the telephone line at night.
For God's sake, please stop playing with me with broken branches, okay?
"Boom"
There was a sound of something being fired. I had never heard the sound of such a weapon being fired on the Spanish front line or in the German army.
Almost at the same time he was stunned, a hoarse shout suddenly came from the stronghold,
"Grenade, run..."
Without even thinking about it, I grabbed my sniper rifle and ran away.
A violent explosion sounded behind him, and a powerful air wave hit his back violently.
He took advantage of the situation and rolled forward, but unfortunately this was flat ground and there was no other crater for him to hide in.
He rolled to his feet and continued running forward without even having time to take out a smoke bomb.
"Boom"
There was another sound, and a burst of despair surged in my heart.
Snipers can shoot at each other, but what about mortars that don't know where to hide?
Bah, the grenade does not deserve to be called a mortar.
But this thing is so easy to use and the firing speed is really fast.
While running desperately, another grenade from the grenade exploded behind him.
Unlike the previous one, the shrapnel this time didn't spare him. His legs were numb, but he couldn't care much about it while running.
It wasn't until I fell into a crater and filled my mouth with dust that I felt the burning pain.
Unfortunately, we couldn't check the injuries because the flare was about to go out.
I hope that by running in the dark, I can get away from the grenade launcher's watch.
Unexpectedly, I climbed to the edge of the crater and was surprised to find that not far away was the breakpoint of the telephone line.
As for the grenade staring at him...
Screw grenades, sometimes you need to take risks on the battlefield.
Throw out the smoke bomb, then dive into the smoke and run towards the breaking point.
When I got closer, I was dumbfounded. The two telephone lines were missing by almost three meters. They were completely blown up by large-caliber artillery shells.
There is still a hand on one end of the telephone line, but the person no longer knows where it went.
There is no feeling in my heart. There is no time to mourn spring and autumn on the battlefield. To commemorate them, it should be done by future generations with conscience.
Reach out and pull the two ends of the wires together as hard as you can. Military telephone wires on the battlefield usually have enough slack.
But until the end, there was still two meters left.
I had a thought in my mind that this matter wouldn't be difficult to solve, so I took hold of it with one hand.
There is no need for a three-shot notification at all. You only need to feel the electric current passing through your body to know that the people on both ends of the phone are shaking the phone desperately.
Now hold on, as long as you don't get killed while they're talking.
Originally, the extinguishing of the flare was an opportunity to get rid of the grenade hand, but the smoke from the smoke bomb gave the grenade hand an approximate location.
The Japanese grenadier was very stubborn and threw the grenade into the smoke as if it was free of charge.
"It's over, it's over, that hero is going to be blown up to death!"
Platoon leader Tao, who was lying on the firing port of the stronghold, grasped the soil tightly with both hands, as if he was trying to crush it into bricks.
"Sir, the company headquarters asked us to assemble at the Sihang Warehouse, and also asked us to shoot down all those who had enough ammunition and couldn't carry it away."
The soldier who had been ringing the phone finally received the order.
Shaking off the dirt on his hands, he pulled out the box cannon and pointed it at the night sky, firing three "bah, bah, bah" shots to send out the agreed signal.
He kept staring at the smoke with eyes full of prayer.
The grenade shells one after another confused and dispersed the white smoke, bringing hope with it.
The figure covered with "long hair" disappeared, and his eyes were frantically searching the battlefield.
"Hey, I really should..."
No one could hear what he was mumbling, and his eyes were so dry that he couldn't even squeeze out tears.
All you can see is the trembling lips and the Adam's apple moving up and down.
"Babababa"
Three more shots were fired into the sky, attracting the attention of the Japanese troops, who fired back with machine guns and rifles.
"Platoon leader, let's leave quickly..."
"Platoon leader, what should I do with that person's belongings?"
"Platoon leader..."
The soldiers asked in confusion, and Platoon Leader Tao, who was disappointed in his heart, became angry.
"Shout, call me shit..."
Glancing at his subordinates, the hope in their eyes was as dim as the stars still hanging in the sky after dawn, but yet clearly visible.
He took a breath, gritted his teeth, and put aside the idea of looking for that guy on the battlefield.
Yes, looking for that person whose life or death is uncertain, I don’t know how many lives will be involved.
Taking this platoon of people to the Sixing Warehouse will be more useful than one brave soldier.
Sometimes on the battlefield, you have to do things that go against your conscience.
He nodded casually, turned his head and stared at the place where the smoke disappeared just now.
"What about his stuff?"
It seemed that this sentence was so shameful that the person who asked the question had a low voice and was timid.
"Take it with you, take it with you, if you can find his family in the future..."
After saying this, it was arranged for the veteran to serve as the vanguard, and the group of people wanted to leave quietly.
"Ahem, it's better for me to do this myself."
Suddenly, someone outside the stronghold coughed slightly and said in a slightly smiling tone.
"Zhang...brother Si Xing, you are still alive...haha, that's great..."
"Shhh... keep your voice down so the devil doesn't hear you. I have to wait a moment before I can leave."
Zhang Sixing, who was wearing a ghillie suit while talking, walked into the stronghold with a low waist, but took out a flashlight as soon as he entered.
The red light shines on his legs.
On the cloth strips that were originally different shades of gray, black patches appeared as if ink had been poured on them.
"You, Brother Si Xing, you are injured... a medical soldier."
I called Platoon Commander Tao but didn't hear the answer. He raised his eyes and looked at his brothers.
The color on their faces was not very good, and they silently turned their eyes back to their legs illuminated by the red light.
Zhang Sixing, who could guess what was going on, sighed softly,
"It doesn't matter, I have a first-aid kit. Look carefully, be careful of the Japs touching you."