When Chen Kangjian ordered a strong attack, Chen Yongfu was also preparing to counterattack.
Cannonballs fell like raindrops, and orange-red flames continued to explode.
Although it is already the end of April, the snow on the ground has not completely melted. In some places with sunshine, there are still large chunks of snow that have been exploded, forming irregular craters, like the earth's
The scars, like a big exposed mouth, are just mocking the humans who are fighting each other unscrupulously.
Company Commander, try to do something, we can't be beaten so passively. Carlvon was running around, finally found a big rock, hid behind it and shouted wildly.
Machine gunner, set up the machine gun and prepare to counterattack
Mortars, artillery fire, ready for suppressive fire
Damn it, come here and kill Lao Maozi’s artillery with me.
At this time, the first company was already in chaos, with several voices issuing orders at the same time, so that the soldiers were at a loss as to who they should listen to.
In fact, they are all veterans. At this time, all they have to do is follow the most instinctive reaction and launch a counterattack. However, because there is no unified command, it seems that the group is leaderless.
Shut the hell up. Chen Yongfu was so angry that he let out a roar in his dantian. On the battlefield filled with gunfire, it was transmitted to the ears of every soldier very clearly. Then Chen Yongfu listened carefully. It only took more than ten seconds.
The decision was made: Lao Maozi didn’t have many people. They only had two machine guns and two mortars. Counterattack.
Of course, you have to fight back. At this time, it is most taboo to issue multiple orders. One voice is enough.
As the company commander, Chen Yongfu did his duty: the first platoon organized defense on the spot, the second platoon detoured from the left, preparing to outflank the enemy's rear, and the third platoon acted as a reserve team, immediately rescuing the wounded and ready to fill in at any time. Joe, Joe organize your mortar.
The artillery fires back immediately. Don't worry about where to hit. Just make your voice.
Joe is the cannon platoon leader of the first company. He has four heavy machine guns and four mortars.
Boss, if you want to destroy Lao Maozi's artillery position, Carl von will provide timely information behind the grove.
Although he is only an infantryman, he has many years of experience in the army. He is as professional as the artillery scientists in listening and speaking, and he at least has the basic judgment.
Who is leading the assault? I personally went to Chen Yongfu to decide to carry out this task personally. There was no other way. The order just now included all his subordinates.
Just when Chen Yongfu had just taken off his shirt and was about to fight for his life naked, Zheng Jing's voice came from beside him: I'm going
You, please let me stand up first before we talk. Chen Yongfu despised his partner very much at this moment.
Chen Yongfu has decided that when this battle is over, he will make a report and ask for a replacement. Chen Yongfu would rather not have a deputy company commander than have such a coward disrupt the morale of the army.
Although I was a little shaky, Zheng Jing really stood up.
You are sure that the military situation is strong and Chen Yongfu has no intention of talking nonsense.
Act decisively in Zheng Jing.
At this moment, Zheng Jing was holding a rifle with a bayonet in his hand. The shoulder strap of the rifle was not put away as required. It was just dangling under the rifle, and Zheng Jing ignored it.
Okay, if you don't bring a few people or more than a dozen, why don't you just let me go? Chen Yongfu is worried.
Zheng Jing, who dared to challenge me, suddenly yelled.
Zheng Jing's voice was as weak as a sheep's when he first spoke, but by the end it was almost as crazy as a roar.
I stood up as a soldier, threw down my backpack, picked up a few grenades and put them into my portable equipment, arranged the shoulder strap on the rifle, opened the magazine and checked the bullets, carefully mounted the bayonet, and checked the firmness with my hands.
He is as gentle as he treats his newlywed wife.
I also went and another soldier came forward.
Count me as a foreign legion who never lacks brave men.
Chen Yongfu was overjoyed and prepared to say a few words to boost morale and lay out offensive tactics.
Sha Zheng Jing suddenly let out a roar and rushed towards the Russian army's position with stumbling steps.
This voice was extremely crazy and sudden, a bit unlike a human voice, like a howl in hell or a cry of despair.
In the slaughterhouse, I often hear sounds like this
Chen Yongfu was startled. He stretched out his hand to pull but missed. Zheng Jing had already rushed out of the simple bunker formed by the armored vehicle.
The direction of Zheng Jing's charge was not the artillery position behind the woods at all, but the Russian frontal position.
Such a charge is not a detour, it is seeking death.
No wonder Zheng Jing immediately launched a charge even if only three people responded. He was not trying to kill the enemy at all, but seeking death.
After this battle, I will definitely kill you. Chen Yongfu was furious, but then he began to roar and give orders: Cover fire, cover, everyone, cover fire.
His eyes were blood red, and seeing things was a little hazy because of tears; his hands were stained with sweat, and they were so sticky that he couldn't hold the gun; the sound of bullets piercing the air was heard in his ears, and shells were constantly exploding around him, but Zheng Jing couldn't.
I can barely feel it, I can only hear the thunderous beating of my heart.
Soldiers around him kept falling down. The road under his feet was bumpy and uneven, and the military boots on his feet were covered with mud. Zheng Jing almost rushed forward using his hands and feet.
It doesn't look like a charge, but like a rush to reincarnate.
In order to prevent the rifle from slipping in his hand, Zheng Jing put the shoulder strap on his hand and tied himself and the rifle tightly together.
An old man suddenly appeared in front of Ula. This guy had a big beard and a very conspicuous red nose. His face was a bit ferocious and his expression was twisted. He pointed his rifle at Zheng Jing and stabbed him.
Zheng Jing, like his brother Zheng Dali, has practiced Eagle Claw Boxing since he was a child. Zheng Jing may not be able to beat Zheng Dali, but he can easily clean up a few flaws.
Facing the bayonet that was stabbing at him, Zheng Jing almost subconsciously raised the rifle in his hand, flicked it, and followed the force with a sudden thrust.
spare
The sound of the bayonet entering the body is hard to describe. It is like a table knife cutting butter, like smashing a rotten watermelon with a punch, and more like jumping from a ten-meter cliff into a deep pool.
In any case, when Zheng Jing stabbed the bayonet into this old man's body, when Zheng Jing watched this old man struggling in pain, when Zheng Jing watched the color in this old man's eyes gradually fade away,
At that moment, the feeling of life and death in my hands completely ignited the violent factor in Zheng Jing's body.
Zheng Jing let out an even crazier howl, and twisted the rifle in his hand. The old man holding the gun tightly went soft as if his blood had been drained. Zheng Jing moved forward and relaxed, feeling the gun
His mouth had already touched the old man's chest, and then he pulled it out as fast as lightning.
Blood suddenly surged out, dyeing the clothes on the old man's chest red at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dark red blood halo became bigger and bigger, until it was magnified to the extreme. Zheng Jing looked up and saw everything in his sight.
It's blood color
Wula and two more idiots rushed towards her.
Without any hesitation, Zheng Jing used the rifle in his hand to deflect a stabbing bayonet, sideways dodged another bayonet, raised the rifle in his hand, and hit an old man in the face with the butt of the rifle.
puff
This time it was really like smashing a rotten watermelon with one punch. The old man's nose was dented, and the broken nose bone penetrated deeply into the pituitary gland. The man collapsed without saying a word.
A true killing blow.
The other guy hadn't come back to his senses yet. The rifle in his hand was still thrust out. Suddenly, he received a heavy blow to the Adam's apple on his neck. He heard a cracking sound, like an egg being smashed with one hand, and then another.
a life passed away
Countless soldiers in blue and gray clothing rushed into the woods, entangled with countless figures in gray clothing, biting, hitting, and stabbing each other with stones, trying their best to kill each other.
war, damn war
It was not until a long time later that the wails and roars gradually subsided, the sounds of fighting became quiet, the boiling grove returned to deathly silence, the strong smell of blood filled the air, and corpses were strewn across the fields, which was too horrible to see.
Okay, I really can’t tell that you still have some ruthlessness. Okay, I, Old Chen, recognize you as my brother. Chen Yongsheng patted Zheng Jing on the shoulder and laughed.
At this time, half of Zheng Jing's ear was missing, and now the blood stains had solidified; he didn't know whether it was a branch or a bayonet that scratched a bloodstain on his face. Fortunately, it was not too deep. If treated carefully, there should be no scars.
The clothes on his body were in tatters, covered with tears and bloodstains, both from Zheng Jing's own clothes and from those old men.
Just after Zheng Jing rushed into the woods, Zheng Jing ran all the way to the Russian mortar position. On this road about 200 meters away, at least 30 Russian soldiers fell along the way, all of which were fatal with one blow.
, without the slightest ability to fight back.
Hearing Chen Yongsheng's praise, Zheng Jing looked up at Chen Yongsheng expressionlessly, muttered something softly, then walked around Chen Yongsheng in the direction of the armored vehicle.
If Chen Yongsheng's hearing hadn't been good enough, Chen Yongsheng wouldn't have been able to hear what Zheng Jing was talking about.
Looking at Zheng Jing's back, Chen Yongsheng opened his mouth to curse out of habit, but no words came out.
Zheng Jing's back was thin and lonely. Perhaps Zheng Jing's body was injured in the previous battle, or perhaps due to exhaustion after being excited, Zheng Jing looked a little staggered.
A medical soldier ran towards Zheng Jing, wanting to support Zheng Jing and help him check.
Zheng Jing shook his head slightly and weakly but resolutely refused the help of the medical soldiers.
He just returned to the armored vehicle with the rifle in his hand.
