The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 515
The soldiers kept Instructor Yang's words in mind, and they shot when they were closer. First, they threw the grenade out to weaken their spirit. At this moment, the enemy thought that the front of the fifth company's position had been bombed by a round of shelling, and they still rushed forward with all their strength.

It can be seen that the offensive common sense of this enemy commander is far less than that of the US military commander.

It was also the first time for Xia Yuan to fight against Bangzi. He usually fought against the U.S. military. Although the individual soldiers of the U.S. military were not good enough, they still fought back and forth with the volunteers when they supervised the troops from the rear and suppressed them with strong firepower. The attack of this stick has a feeling of a king meeting bronze.

"Cao, why don't these bastards shoot indiscriminately? What's the number?"

"You idiot, it's not good if you don't shoot? These idiots are short-sighted, and the quality of individual soldiers is not as good as that of the US military."

"Hey, good chance, grandpa sent them to hell with bullets today."

Obviously, the soldiers were also a little confused by the weird attack method of the stick soldiers. It didn't look like the attack method commanded by a mature commander. There were many loopholes. On the enemy's offensive methods and tactical arrangements, even if they are unfamiliar enemies and have never fought against them, there are not many basic offensive tactics, and the routines are just that.

Unexpectedly, when this group of stick soldiers came up, everyone was a little confused.

What kind of attack method is this, without firing a shot, just move forward indiscriminately.

Instructor Yang heard the voices of the soldiers talking one after another, and said: "Okay, please keep your voice down, listen! We are very close!"

'Batta.battaba'

Now I can hear the sound of the soles of the special leather shoes stepping on the mud.

No matter what the enemy's attack method was, the soldiers opened the safety tabs of the American-made grenades in the eight positions of the circular fortification, counted silently for five seconds, and then they pulled the fuses one after another.

"Hey!"

The burning smoke was very small and inconspicuous, and Han Jun, who was still running forward, didn't notice at all that the danger had quietly come.

The firing time was a few seconds later than usual, and someone yelled, "Throw it for me!"

A grenade fell into the middle of the enemy group and exploded immediately. The moment the grenade was thrown out, two special shooters immediately stood up and raised their heavy machine guns.In a series of explosions, the heavy machine gun ejected two long tongues of flame in uninterrupted rapid fire.

The enemy was hit by a grenade first, and some fell to the ground on the spot. Fragments of the grenade were blown into their bodies, bleeding everywhere. Seeing this, their companions were frightened out of their wits, and no longer dared to look at the wounded. shooting.

The rapid-fire sound of these two Soviet-made Guoliunov heavy machine guns made the enemies lying on the ground dare not miss their heads, let alone a little too high, for fear that the bullets fired quickly above their heads would penetrate them in the next moment. head.

The gunshot made Instructor Yang very at ease, and the firepower was perfectly suppressed.

However, his down-to-earth energy only stayed at this moment.An enemy commander slightly raised his right hand, took a pistol and fired two shots at two fire points, and shouted a few words to the back.

'Whoosh whoosh! '

There were several cannon shots from behind.

The curved shells from the mortar landed around the heavy machine gun. A machine gunner from the fifth company was hit by shrapnel in the right arm, bleeding profusely, but he still pulled the trigger with his left hand desperately.

Xia Yuan raised his head slightly, and saw that the other machine gun shooter had died, and the bomber was still pushing the dead comrade, distraught, he yelled, raised the machine gun and fired indiscriminately.

Boom!

Several shells landed around the machine gun fire point again, the gunpowder smoke cleared, the machine gun had stopped firing, and the fire point was blown up by the enemy's curved shells.

There were two soldiers rushing forward, wanting to raise the machine gun and take over the task of sacrificing the machine gunner.The suppression of machine gun fire cannot be blown up, otherwise a battalion of enemies will attack.

Xia Yuan held the gun tightly, looked at the enemy group with squinted eyes, and bowed his waist. The stick soldiers hiding in the bullet hole looked very wretched and fought with the volunteer soldiers. The battle was extremely fierce. The front position was taken by the enemy, and Instructor Yang stayed away Xia Yuan organized a squad of soldiers to seize the forward position.

He also ordered the rear machine gun fire to suppress firepower.

Flashing bullets intertwined above their heads, collided and rubbed, and made sharp whistling sounds. The shells fell on the wilderness and positions, blooming black soil flowers, and the heavy machine guns of the stick soldiers stood on the ground In the front position, it caused great difficulties for Instructor Yang to seize the front position. Coupled with the continuous harassment of enemy mortars, although the foreign devils' offensive strength was not very good, they could not hold back their considerable firepower.

"Quick, blow up their firepower!"

"Grandma, let me see if I don't kill them!"

On the battlefield, the soldiers shouted, and the sound of fighting with foreign devils was everywhere.

One of Xia Yuan's legs was broken, and the shooting position he found was not ideal. He shot and killed eight stick soldiers indiscriminately. The shells fell on the ground, and the raised soil crackled and fell down. A soldier fell in front of him, his heart was pierced by shrapnel, and blood came out of his mouth and nose.

Seeing Xia Yuan, the soldier stretched out his hand to cover his chest, his eyes filled with nostalgia for this world.

Xia Yuan froze for a moment, then pushed his palm away. Under the bloody palm was a pocket with a piece of letter paper in it.

His heart sank. When every soldier went to the battlefield, he had already prepared his suicide note.

He solemnly stuffed the suicide note into his bosom, tore off his honor strip, turned over his body, and continued to climb forward, all the way to the vicinity of the machine gun fire point.

Holding the ground with the gun butt, he stood up staggeringly, and a soldier shouted in his ears:

"Comrade, this place is too dangerous, get out of here quickly!"

The machine gun fire point is the main target of the enemy's attack, especially the enemy's mortar, which will always stare at the machine gun fire point. When many bunker trenches form a curved arc, the position of the machine gun fire point will protrude forward, which is too attractive to the enemy's firepower. Inviting bombardment can easily cause huge casualties to infantry.

In this way, the point of fire of the machine gun is moved forward, and the enemy's guns will not fall on the infantry.

Xia Yuan lay on the trench indifferently, looking at the enemy group.

"Hey, let me tell you what's going on with your comrade, the enemy's shells will fall by our side at any time, you will die if you stay here."

Seeing that Xia Yuan still hadn't left, the soldier manipulating the machine gun couldn't help reminding him that he thought the other party would leave, but he didn't expect the other party to still act as if he hadn't heard it. , Without doing any careful aiming, he pulled the trigger continuously.

The crackling sound was crisp.

"Comrade, that's not how guns are shot"

Seeing Xia Yuan shooting like this, the soldier had a look of hell, and shot without even aiming?Just kidding, he opened his mouth to remind, the boss opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff a duck egg.

The eight attacking stick soldiers fell to the ground in response.

"It was a beautiful fight."

The soldier stared dumbfounded, and then looked at Xia Yuan excitedly.

Seeing that his reloading speed is amazingly fast, and even the clips are inserted into the magazine well without any jamming, I immediately feel that this soldier is not simple.

Crackling, another skillful shooting method, the soldier hurriedly looked up, and the eight stick soldiers who fell limply made him clench his fists in excitement and shouted: "Beautiful shooting! It's so beautiful!" , Comrade, what's your name, I haven't seen you before."

"My name is Xia Yuan."

When Xia Yuan changed the magazine, he responded.

The soldier manipulated the machine gun and fired a few times into the distance. There was a roar of shells above his head, and he quickly fell to the ground and shouted: "Comrade Xia Yuan, be careful."

Boom boom boom!
As soon as the words fell, a large amount of soil rolled up around them, and then fell down one after another.

"Comrade Xia Yuan, how are you?"

"I am fine."

Xia Yuan shook the dirt on his hair, pointed the gun at the enemy machine gunner in the distance, and pulled the trigger continuously. Two bullets sank into the enemy machine gunner's body, and the remaining six bullets, together with the rifle shooter beside the machine gunner, knocked out.

Instructor Yang raised his head, with a happy expression on his face: "Whoever beats it, the one who beats it is really accurate, one row is long, one row is long"

"Instructor, the platoon leader has died!" A soldier shouted.

Instructor Yang didn't care about being sad, and shouted: "Come on, drive the enemy out of the forward position!"

Once the firepower of the machine gun was knocked out, Instructor Yang rushed forward with his men, drove away the enemy in front of him, and relied on the captured position to shoot at the enemy. The stick soldiers who rushed to the front position from other directions were beaten and cried. .

Seeing this, the commander of the stick soldier looked at the Chinese soldier who was firing continuously at the machine gun fire point, with a hint of fear on his face. Every shot of his gun was accompanied by the death of a soldier, but his marksmanship was precise and he fired. The frequency of the guns was very high, and many soldiers under him died in the hands of this enemy with excellent marksmanship.

"Damn it, I'm going to blow him up!"

The commander of the stick soldier cursed and raised his pistol to aim, trying to provide a target for the artillery in the rear.

Suddenly, he felt the sound of howling wind in front of him, it was the sound of flying bullets.

puff.

His eyes went dark, and the commander of the stick soldier tilted his head and fell to the ground.

During these 20 minutes or so, the enemy charged forward twice and was repulsed. There were more than 100 corpses lying on the ground, some were panting and convulsing, and some were shaking their bodies slowly. climbed back.

When the last big eight-grain bullet was fired, it hit the back of the head of a wounded Korean soldier who was crawling back, and his head fell to the ground.

"Beautiful, comrade, what part are you from? You are so good at marksmanship. Why haven't I heard of you before?"

The battle was over, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. In the trench, Xia Yuan leaned against the wet tunnel, kneading his painful leg. The broken leg felt faintly painful, mixed with a sense of numbness , he speculated, the wound should be recovering.

This is a good thing.

Hearing the voice of the soldiers beside him, Xia Yuan said: "The [-]th Regiment has one battalion and one company."

"Excellent, how did you come here?"

"My company and the position coexist. I forgot. When I was rounding and bombing the enemy tanks from the position, I fell off the high ground. When I woke up, I went to find my own troops, and came to your position in a daze. .”

Xia Yuan took out a note of honor and a letter from his pocket, and handed it to the soldier: "This was given to me by a soldier I just met before he died."

"Thank you!"

The soldier saluted Xia Yuan solemnly.

Xia Yuan leaned against the trench and needed a brief rest. He hadn't rested for a long time.

Instructor Yang shouted on the battlefield: "Is there anyone else injured?"

"Report, here's another one!"

Just after the battle ended, Instructor Yang made an inventory, and the first and third platoon leaders were all sacrificed, with 56 casualties in the battle.

Instructor Yang stepped forward and saw that the wounded had two gunshot wounds on his chest with large holes, which were hit by 11.43 mm Thompson submachine gun bullets. The blood on the wounds was mixed with splashed soil.

Instructor Yang thought that such a wound must be infected.

Next to him was Chen Shusheng supporting him, and everyone surrounded him, and they were all anxious to help him.

Instructor Yang asked: "Why didn't the hygienist bandage him? Hygienist! Where's the hygienist!?"

A soldier quickly said: "Report, the health worker has died."

"What?" Instructor Yang was taken aback, looking around.

"Instructor Yang, I will bandage."

At this time, a voice sounded from behind, Xia Yuan stood up from the ground holding his gun, and he still had a first aid kit on his body, and staggered forward.

The soldier manipulating the machine gun just now said pleasantly: "Instructor, it's him, the shot is accurate."

"Commander Xia." Instructor Yang was a little surprised.

"If you can't shoot, how can you go to the battlefield? Let him use this first aid kit first."

Xia Yuan glanced at the soldier's wound, and his heart sank. The bullet hit the heart, so it probably won't work.

He pulled Instructor Yang aside and briefly talked about the situation of the wounded.

Instructor Yang was silent.

The wounded man seemed to see their thoughts, twitched and wanted to speak, his mouth trembling.

Seeing this, Chen Shusheng said, "What are you talking about? It's okay, the instructor is listening."

Instructor Yang came to him and listened.

The wounded man's mouth had turned white, and his voice trembled a little, but his tone was filled with pride and joy: "Instructor, I killed five enemies just now, ahem, you didn't embarrass us."

Instructor Yang said: "I know, you played very well just now."

The wounded man held Instructor Yang's hand with bloody hands, exerted a lot of strength, and finally said:
"I think, I think we must have played better than Si Lian today, right?"

After speaking, he resisted the severe pain and smiled, as if frozen.

(End of this chapter)