march to victory

Compared with other arms, artillery is the most familiar with guns and shells.

For example, in terms of avoiding shells and responding to shells, it is definitely much better than other arms.

The members of the special operations team are all veterans and have rich experience in dealing with shelling. However, they still have their own habits. For example, after the shell explodes, they often lie on the ground for two or three seconds. will get up.

However, the artillerymen waited for about a second after the shell exploded and got up directly, continuing to do their own work without any change in expression.Even, there are many experienced people who can judge the impact point of the shells according to the sound of the shells falling, so as to directly respond accordingly.

However, when facing shelling, luck is really important.No experienced artilleryman can match luck.

Ordinarily, at this time, the artillery squad of the Special Operations Team established a temporary position on the mountain a little behind. On the top of the mountain, it is condescending, and it is clear at a glance that you can hit wherever you want.At the same time, because the little devil can't see the situation on the top of the mountain, let alone see the place a little behind the top of the mountain.

But luck is something that no one can say for sure.

No, at the beginning, so many shells fell from the little devil, and even the experienced members of the special operations team suffered casualties. However, the artillery positions established by the artillery team are so close to everyone, they are almost connected, but No shit, not a shell fell within ten meters at all, at most it was hit by a few dust raised up.

However, just when everyone was gratified for the safety of the artillery position, it seemed that the good luck of the artillery position suddenly ran out...

"Whoo~!"

"boom!"

A cannonball fell suddenly without warning, and it happened to land about three meters away from the small steel cannon on the far left, which was lined up with four doors.

No one expected the sudden appearance, but the experience of the artillerymen is really rich.

There was no need to order, and there was no time to order. The artilleryman who squatted to the left of the small steel cannon on the far left, holding a shell in both hands, ready to reload at any time, reacted immediately when he heard the sound of the shell falling: almost Instinctive reaction, without even raising his head, he directly grasped the cannonball in his hand with his left hand, and grabbed the small steel cannon with his right hand. body to protect the small steel cannon and the shells, it can even be said that he wants to protect the small steel cannon and the shells with his own life.

However, he never expected that his dream of being a hero would be forcibly interrupted by someone.

I saw the comrade next to him who was watching others make the small steel cannon, and when he heard the sound of the cannonball, he subconsciously glanced up at the sky, and then lowered his head.But the moment he lowered his head, he saw that his comrades around him got up and wanted to jump at the small steel cannon. Without thinking about it, he instinctively called "I'm coming!" and kicked his comrades away.

Then, he pounced on the small steel cannon... and his comrades also used their bodies to block the small steel cannon or shells around him: the small steel cannon is better, and it will be damaged at worst, but if the shell accidentally let the front If it hits the ground, it is very likely to cause an explosion, which will cause more shells to explode. At that time, the entire hill may be directly blown up. The consequences are definitely not comparable to blowing up a small steel cannon.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the entire artillery position was in a mess: five artillerymen were injured, four were slightly injured - all just scratched the skin, and one was seriously injured - was kicked to the ground by the comrade who was closest to the explosion point The artilleryman, he was only scratched by shrapnel elsewhere, except for a piece of shrapnel lodged in his right shoulder blade.

Sacrifice an artilleryman, that is, the artilleryman on the far left covering the small steel cannon.A piece of shrapnel was stuck in his thigh, and there were several pieces of shrapnel of different sizes on his left waist, but the fatal injury was his left temple, where a three-centimeter-long irregular shrapnel the size of a fingernail was inserted, and he died directly.

In addition, all the artillerymen, including the two soldiers who were close to each other, had tinnitus to varying degrees.Fortunately, the artillerymen have ways to deal with tinnitus: open their mouths wide, bite hard, or hold their breath and other small methods, and they can get used to it quickly. After all, before their explosion, they instinctively hold their heads with their hands. By the way, cover your ears—this is an instinctive reaction gained from long-term training and battle-baptism.

After the explosion, the artillerymen's first reaction was not to check whether they or their comrades were safe, but to check whether the shell box was dropped or skewed.After confirming that it is safe, check whether the small steel cannon around you is safe and whether it has been blown up at the first time.The last thing to do is to check whether you are injured, whether your comrades are injured... Although there are a lot of words, the inspection is very fast, after all, there are many people.You only need to glance at the shell box to be sure, and then see that a comrade-in-arms is the first to check the small steel cannon, and you will subconsciously check whether you are injured while looking at your comrades.

Then, everyone stood up one after another, saying that they were all right.

In the end, everyone's eyes turned to the seriously wounded man and the comrade who died next to him.

Seeing that everyone wanted them to run, calling their names while running, the artillery squad leader immediately shouted: "Don't mess up, go back to your respective posts, and immediately calibrate according to the reported data... 20 seconds The inside must be shelled. Quick!"

The artillery squad leader ran over with a soldier as he spoke, and the other artillerymen also looked at the two fallen people with concern when they heard the squad leader's words, then turned their heads resolutely and followed the order.

When he came to the sacrificial artilleryman, seeing the blood under the artilleryman's head, the artillery captain's heart sank.

Quickly half-kneeling on the ground, while calling in a deep voice, "Old Peng, how are you?", while carefully turning the other side over.As a result, when it was turned halfway, the shrapnel was seen inserted into Lao Peng's left temple.

The artillery team gritted their teeth, turned Lao Peng's body around, put it aside, and said to the artilleryman who followed: "Check the damage of this small steel cannon immediately."

This is a small steel cannon that Lao Peng used his life to protect, and everyone hopes that it is safe and sound.

Then, the artillery squad leader didn't even have the mood to stand up, just stood up a little bit, and ran quickly to the place where even if he fell to the ground, even if he gritted his teeth, even if he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but his hands were tightly holding a small steel cannon shell. side of his comrades.

Although he doesn't know the other party's name, it doesn't hinder his concern and heartache: they are all his comrades, they are all excellent soldiers, and they are all brothers who are like a family. Even if they don't know each other, as long as they wear this military uniform, as long as they Known as the Eighth Route Army, that is my own brother!

He came to the soldier in two or three steps, first of all, to see if there was any blood around him, and then to see if there were any wounds or blood on his head and body. relieved.

Squatting down, putting the index finger of his right hand in front of the opponent's breath, to make sure that he was still alive, the artillery captain relaxed a lot: it seems that he is still alive, probably because he was stunned.

"Comrade, how are you doing?"

He forcefully removed the shell of the small steel cannon held tightly by the opponent, gently put it aside, and then shook the opponent while shouting. Seeing that he couldn't wake up, the artillery team leader directly pinched the opponent's Renzhong acupoint.

Soon, the artilleryman let out a long breath and slowly woke up.

"I... my shell?"

This was the first sentence the other party said as soon as he woke up, and the eyes of the artillery squad leader instantly turned red: what a comrade!

Then, before the team leader could speak, the other party continued to ask: "Didn't it explode? Didn't it hurt the comrades? Is the position all right? And..."

The artillery squad leader nodded firmly, but nodded softly and replied: "It's okay, it's okay. The small steel cannon shell you protected is very safe. I put it there, you see."

Looking at the captain's finger, the artilleryman smiled when he saw that the shell he was protecting was really unharmed.

Smiling, the artilleryman probably wanted to stand up and touch the shell he was protecting just now, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, which frightened the little captain and raised his heart, terrified. I didn't check him carefully just now, and the other party was still fatally injured, so I hurriedly asked: "Where is the injury? Let me take a look."

"Captain, my right shoulder hurts, can you help me?"

The squad leader supported the artilleryman to sit up, then looked at the artilleryman's right shoulder from behind, and immediately frowned, but when he faced the artilleryman again, he smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a small piece of shrapnel. It was hit. It’s not deep, and it will be fine if you pull it out later.”

Hearing this, the artilleryman immediately let go of his worried eyes, and his tone became much more relaxed: "It's good that it's okay. Captain, go and do your work, and I'll help him."

"You still take a break?"

"It's okay!" The artilleryman struggled to stand up, then walked to the shell, bent down, and habitually stretched out his right hand to pick up the shell, but in the end, he clenched his teeth again in pain.After enduring the pain, he stretched out his left hand, held the cannonball in his arms, straightened up, looked at the concerned captain's eyes, and said with a smile: "Captain, you see, I can still fight!"

Only then did the captain feel relieved: I'm not afraid of getting hurt, but I'm afraid that I will lose the spirit of daring to fight hard and not be able to go to the front line of fire with minor injuries.

"Okay, you guys are busy, I will take command." The captain explained with a smile: "The task must be completed immediately, and the sacrifices and efforts of the comrades cannot be wasted."

After nodding to him, the captain turned around and walked forward quickly, asking loudly as he walked: "Is everything calibrated? Anyone who can't calibrate it should say it right away, otherwise it will be shameful if the gun misses the target later on." I lost my hair."

What I got was prepared... Of course, except for the small steel cannon on the far left.

However, there is no longer any time to wait, the guns must be fired immediately...