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Chapter 143 The Warrior Bathed in Blood on the Eastern Mountain Top [-]

His voice pierced the high ground like an iron horn, sonorous and resounding, but it still seemed faint under the artillery fire.

While running, the black mud was floating all over the sky, and I couldn't breathe at all, it was wet, wet, splashed with the blood of corpses on the ground, mixed with things of unknown color and smell...

The entire mountain was jumping, mud and rocks were jumping, corpses were jumping, flames were jumping, there was no place to stop, the violent explosion and hundreds of thousands of degrees of fire burned the surrounding air as if it was boiling!

boom.

A shell landed less than ten meters in front of him. The shock wave blasted him to the ground, and he slapped and slapped hard with the ups and downs of the ground. His whole body seemed to be falling apart. stand up.

'Old Guang...'

Xu Qing strengthened his energy and supported the ground.He continued to shout, but his whole body seemed to be submerged in water, he couldn't hear his own shout, he could only hear the humming of the world.

He shook his head vigorously, and the roar of the world slowly entered his mind again, but it was still not clear.

He touched his cheek and felt a scalding hot stream flowing down his ear.It was blood—his eardrums were shattered by the sound of the cannonball.

'--damn it! '

Xu Qing took out a ball of cotton from his clothes and hurriedly stuffed it around his ears to stop the bleeding and prevent him from being frozen.

brush!brush!brush!
around.

The cannonball burst into brilliant flames, and he desperately predicted, dodged, shuttled, escaped the shock wave and explosion, and ran forward.

Xu Qing has played the modern [-] computer game, how similar is it to this, but how different is it?

There are countless lives in the game, if you can't avoid it, you have to start all over again.But there is only one life here, and all the soldiers on the battlefield here also have only one life, and if they are not careful, they will die.

He has let go to the extreme.

It is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the daily temperature is [-] to [-] degrees below zero. It is the coldest winter in North Korea. He is already sweating densely, and his whole face is as flushed as the surrounding fire.

This was also extremely difficult for him. He was hit on the ground by the impact of the explosion from time to time. He could only endure the pain and get up and continue running.

Running to the front edge of the northwest slope, near the blasted surrounding hills, Xu Qing vaguely saw a small piece of "gray" lying in the soil in front of him, and someone was moaning.

Xu Qing's hearing gradually recovered, and she noticed that it was Guang Fusheng, the eighth squad leader.

"You are hurt?"

He was leading more than 20 soldiers lying behind the small hill, most of them were injured, covering their heads, curled up, and burrowed into the black soil of the bunker in embarrassment—because there was really not much to block and cover around. things.

Guang Fusheng raised his head, his body covered in blood: "It's okay——Wanli, hurry up! The enemy's artillery fire is fierce."

Xu Qing was overjoyed: "Don't move, I'll take you back to the trench right away..."

But before he finished speaking, a large group of violent shells flew straight over, one by one fell on the slope of the hillside, and two directly plunged into the tunnel not far from Guangfusheng's feet.

boom! ! !
The next moment, a severed palm hung on Xu Qing's neck with a slap. He looked down and saw that the snow was covered with blood, and the five fingers on the palm were still stretched forward.

The person lying on the ground in front of him was gone.

Xu Qing grumbled.

"The squad leader was blown up by the American devils..."

The surrounding soldiers hugged their heads on the ground, and they also saw that one by one, they got up even harder, struggling in the shock wave, wanting to leave there with pain on their faces.

They are also human beings, even veterans who have fought for many years, most of them are only in their twenties, they are the sons of mothers, and they are young men who have not yet married. They will also feel scared when their lives are most painful and threatened... …

"do not move!"

Xu Qing didn't have time to be hurt, he shouted loudly to tell the remaining soldiers not to move around, then rushed over, desperately grabbed a few people under the artillery fire, and dragged them out.

The northwestern slope had been blown away, and there was no way to hide people. He quickly dragged the soldiers to the back of the mountain, then turned around and ran back to save people.

But right now—

More than a dozen shells landed outside the small simple trench. Just as seven or eight soldiers crawled out desperately, they were engulfed by the fireball in the explosion, and several people in the black and red flames were instantly torn apart... …

Puff puff.

This is the sound of a corpse being split, very slight and cruel.The corpses were scattered around, and there were still some remnants of cotton clothes, and the blood on the ground was sizzling on the hot black soil...

Xu Qing: "Get down, don't get up..."

But things don't stop as he wants.

There are camouflaged tanks and artillery arrays firing in the distance on the plain - and only when firing can you see their approximate positions.The Americans hid in the woods, in the ravines, wrapped in camouflage, and shelled them fiercely.

The artillery shells falling nearby, the shock wave shook the group of soldiers from side to side, some people's bodies were continuously blasted and shot down in the air, and the whole person was floating like a piece of paper, and soon, the piece of paper was broken...

The first bleeding on someone's body was not the body, but like him, it was the eardrums. The sound of the cannonball undulating in the air was spewing blood from the ears on both sides of the figure, which sprinkled in the sky, and then the whole person fell down...

The bombardment didn't take long. In just seven or eight minutes, hundreds or even more shells exploded, dust was flying everywhere, and sand was splashed, and the land was turned over again.

The density of artillery fire decreased.

Xu Qing rushed over again, grabbed a soldier who was knocked down nearby, and dragged him out by the back collar of his cotton coat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Xu Qing moved him to the rear, and the rest of the Seventh Company had emerged from the trenches after the artillery fire density decreased.

He hurriedly greeted: "Hygienist, where is the hygienist! Save people!"

Mei Sheng who was behind saw them and quickly waved back:

"Quick, quick, pay attention to air defense and take cover!"

Lei Gong and a row of soldiers ran out quickly.

The Seventh Company didn't have health workers at first, they learned from battlefield experience, taught by Xu Qing and Lei Gong, and added simple medical supplies captured by the US military.One person can be used by several people, play multiple roles, and barely grab it.

"Is there anyone alive?!"

"say!"

"say--"

At this time, the artillery fire paused slightly, and Xu Qing ran back to the northwest slope covered in blood, shouting along the way.

But the top of the mountain has been blown down, and the surrounding ground is full of broken limbs and wreckage. No one responds, and there is no sign of movement.

Here is a hand, there is a broken foot, there are more blurred blood and flesh, messy blood clots, scattered on the hot, liquid and black soil, and you can step on a piece if you are not careful... …

He couldn't go any further.

At this time, there was a slight murmuring voice from below the mountain:
"That's a good chance...attack...go go go..."

Xu Qing subconsciously lowered his head and got down on the ground. With a sweep of his eyes, he saw the Nicholas platoon that had just retreated rushing up again. Taking advantage of the gap between the artillery fire, several of them took turns to cover and walk along the steep slope. Climbing up the snowy slope, all of them were carrying submachine guns and well-equipped bodies, bending over and gesticulating, sneaking up.

Xu Qing's eyes turned red instantly, and her teeth were almost crushed:
"Fucking bastards, how dare you come up here!!!"

He picked up the relics of the soldiers on the ground, a bunch of carbines and light machine guns were blown up, he picked out two that could still be fired, both guns were hot in his hands, and shot towards the bottom of the slope:

Tom tom tom tom tom! ! !

The crowd of American soldiers who were climbing up the slope suddenly heard a whooping cry—it was a real shouting!
Shouts for father, mother, God, and help rang out again and again.

"Chinese! There are still Chinese living here..."

Xu Qing shot at the rampant enemy soldiers one by one, interrupting the shouting crowd, and knocking people down the slope to their knees.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company also noticed that Xu Qing was shooting, and immediately understood: "Quick, quick...the enemy is coming!"

After Xu Qing finished firing the clips, he threw away the gun.

He has fought in North Korea for so long and killed an unknown number of enemies. He no longer has any burden for killing, and he has even become numb. Agitation.

According to the origin, these American devils, these Syngman Rhee puppet soldiers, actually don't have such a bloody hatred, at least they don't have the kind of hatred for the Japanese devils.But to this day, the hatred has accumulated more and more, not worse than the Japanese at all, because more and more soldiers have fallen around them.

They guarded this position for almost a week, and the enemy's firepower could not be exhausted, but their own people were killed, wounded, and comatose.

Xu Qing has been suffocating in his chest. For food, ammunition, supplies, and the lives of the soldiers, he has been aggrieved and forbearing these days. It is to defend this position and save everyone's lives. Now these defenders of the position Another piece died.

At this moment, he couldn't bear it at all and was about to explode.

His eyes sparkled, and he shouted: "Mortar! Push me up and suppress them."

Song Weiguo was assisting Lei Gong to carry the wounded away for treatment, he turned around and agreed: "There are not enough bullets—only a dozen or so bullets left..."

Xu Qing turned back with red eyes: "I said, take them all here."

(End of this chapter)