The heavens start from Changjin Lake

It took a lot of time to go back and forth, and moved forward along the mountainside. The American devils were building bunkers and fortifications on the unnamed high ground. The previous bunkers and fortifications were completely blown up by their own artillery fire. Xia Yuan Not in a hurry, thinking about it, let the American devils help them fix it first, and when they are tired enough, they will be caught off guard.

"Hang more grenades, don't shoot, and call them grenades later."

The bunker works are okay, the power of the grenade is mainly due to the splashing of shrapnel, and the power of the artillery fire is mainly concussion, that thing is incredible, and it is not of the same order of magnitude as the grenade.

The three of them already regarded Xia Yuan as the backbone, and after hearing his words, they put grenades on their bodies vigorously, even shriveled bullet bags and food strips were stuffed with grenades.They were reluctant to throw away the food strips, which were brought from China, and they carried them with them as a reminder of their hometown.

I left my hometown, followed my comrades to this strange land, and fought against the US military, which was not of the same magnitude at all. Charged in the hail of bullets, they suffered all their lives, and even sacrificed themselves in a strange land.

Home became their only thought.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

But they all knew in their hearts that they couldn't go back. The military uniforms and food strips on their bodies were still brought from their hometowns, and they were buried with them, as if they were still very close to their hometowns.

When packing up the ammunition, no one said a word. Xia Yuan leaned on himself and observed. He activated the skill of listening to the location, and listened to the sound of foreign devils digging and their conversation from a distance.

"Today is really lucky, there are no Chinese on this hill."

"They were all killed by our aviation planes. They don't have planes, and they don't even have weapons to deal with planes. They are really too backward."

"The backward Chinese are not our opponents."

"I heard that they have been out of food for several days, and now they are not allowed to take food when they charge, probably because they are afraid that the Chinese will touch the food from us."

"Give them our cans. I'm tired of eating. I don't know when the war will end. I want to go home."

"Are you married? Dude, I don't want to go home, it's too bad."

"I'm not married yet, what's wrong?"

"You'll figure it out later, man."

pat.

Something slammed over, and the American soldier who heard the sound put down the engineering shovel in his hand, and looked up in surprise.

Boom.

Immediately afterwards, grenades flew over.

"Fuck! The Chinese are attacking! Hide away."

"Where are they, I didn't see it!"

"Neither did I see, man, shoot into the darkness far away, they might be in that darkness, don't let them come up."

Rumbling, one by one grenade fell on the position, fell on their heads, and exploded. The four threw grenades on the position from different directions. The three boxes of grenades were quite a lot, enough for the US military on the mountain to drink a pot. The American soldiers didn't find them, so they could only shoot indiscriminately down the dark mountain.

"These turtle sons didn't see us, hahahaha!"

The muzzle flames fired by American soldiers are particularly conspicuous in the darkness, providing them with a target for throwing grenades. The muzzle flames dissipated without a trace amidst the continuous explosions, only the rumble of grenades can be heard. The sound was loud, but the Chinese were nowhere to be seen, and the bombing was unbearable, and the American devils quickly moved back, which was exactly what Xia Yuan wanted.

Xia Yuan threw the grenade far away, ruthlessly, and accurately, every time it was an empty bomb. The shrapnel of the American devil's grenade is powerful and full of gunpowder. It is really painful to use it on his own people.

He blocked the foreign devils in the back by himself, and when the foreign devils in front retreated, the U.S. soldiers in the middle who couldn't stand the bombing also started to retreat, so the bombers fell on the U.S. soldiers in front, blowing them up badly. The group of foreign devils quit and ran back with their guns in hand.

Xia Yuan and the others took advantage of the opportunity to occupy the forward position that the American devils had just dug halfway through. With the forward position, their offensive became more ferocious. They teamed up with two people, bowed left and right, had many grenades on their bodies, and were not afraid of wasting them. The American devils just occupied theirs. It wasn't long before they were complacent about the position, and they were digging trenches and building fortifications, and they were very tired. Xia Yuan and the others appeared at this time, it was like a nightmare.

When the American devils behind saw the American devils in front running back, the lieutenant yelled loudly for them to attack.

Unexpectedly, the American devils in front didn't listen at all. The grenades thrown by the Chinese were terrible, as if they had eyes, and they threw them one after another, blowing up many people. Many of the wounded wailed and screamed, and after a while there was no movement. With such a formation, how could they dare to continue to charge forward.

A grenade landed on the head of the shouting American devil lieutenant from a distance of [-] meters. With a bang, under the stunned eyes of a group of American devil soldiers, the American devil who had just clamored to continue attacking now saw God.

"Oh, fuck!"

The foreign devil soldiers were stunned, and turned their heads to see round grenades flying towards them. Several clamoring and conspicuous American devils were blown to death on the spot. These grenades all exploded in the air. It was very clear that the soldiers and lieutenants who blew up their walkie-talkies killed many of the American devils around them. Now no foreign devil dared to stay on the ground and ran down the mountain.

The supervising team also ran, it was too weird, how did the Chinese throw the grenade so far and so accurately.

Four grenades killed their commander impartially, as well as soldiers with walkie-talkies, machine gunners, and soldiers with recoilless guns. Just two words, 'evil gate'.

The devils withdrew, leaving behind the wounded and corpses all over the place, and ran fast.

Wang Huzi laughed a few times, held the gun and killed those American devils who were not completely dead, and then started to touch ammunition and grenades.

"The position is ours again." Yang Nanzhen was very happy, looking at Xia Yuan with eyes full of admiration, the American devils fought in their position, leaving at least one company of soldiers, more than 200 people, But without any effort, they took back the position that the foreign devils had worked so hard to build.

Four people fight in a company, it's too mysterious to say it, but it really happened in front of their eyes.

Especially the last four grenades fixed the world, directly killed the commander of the foreign devils, and even killed a lot of American devils.

"Commander Xia, you are simply the reincarnation of the Thunder King. This grenade is thrown far and accurately, and the timing is very good. It's too powerful."

Yang Nanzhen said happily.

"You guys are not bad either. You blocked the foreign devils in front of you. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to do such a thing by myself." Xia Yuan smiled modestly, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and kneaded the base of his thighs. In the sports battle, the thigh injury became more and more serious, and it swelled up.

Fortunately, after taking anti-inflammatory drugs, rest will work.

"Instructor Yang, you have to clean up. I think the foreign devils will continue to come up later, and they won't let it go."

Xia Yuan gave some instructions, the plan is to hide on the reverse slope of the position first, it is estimated that the enemy's artillery will fall later.

"Then pick up the corpses of foreign devils that are nearby and touch them, and don't touch those far away. Hand grenades, bullets, and guns, touch as many as you can, and withdraw after touching them."

Yang Nanzhen immediately gave orders to Wang Huzi and Wu Liang, and then said to Xia Yuan: "Commander Xia, you rest first, we will come over after cleaning up."

"Okay, be careful."

As soon as his butt touched the ground, there was the sound of an airplane buzzing overhead, and he spat out, "The ghost of this foreign devil's airplane really lingers!"

Yang Nanzhen and the others ran back. As soon as the plane arrived, it was estimated that they were going to bomb the battlefield. Their buttocks were touching the ground, and Wang Huzi became angry: "Commander Xia, let's get one later, let's see if they dare Fly."

Xia Yuan looked at the plane circling in the sky, there was only one plane, probably just finished its mission from behind, and received a reinforcement mission, turned to look at Yang Nanzhen, saw him looking directly at him, and said : "Instructor Yang, you decide, this is your company."

"Fight! The American devil's plane is very rampant, and it flies very low when it shoots. Let's lay an ambush in advance, maybe it's an opportunity." Yang Nanzhen said.

Xia Yuan gritted his teeth secretly, and said: "Okay, let's do it! Let's do it like this. Wang Beard's machine gun is good, and I will go to the west ditch with me later. Instructor Yang, I have a handicap. Here it is for you, the trenches just dug by the devils, as well as the bomb craters and big rocks, are safe, try to lure the plane of the American devils over, just this time, if you miss it, it will probably run away.”

Without hesitation, Yang Nanzhen nodded and said, "Okay, leave it to us. Just do what you say, Wu Liang, let's go."

Xia Yuan quickly stopped him: "Instructor Yang, wait a minute, bring a fire and light a cigarette, the devil will see clearly."

"no problem."

Yang Nanzhen took Wu Liang away, and they were going to hook up the plane in the cabinet.Xia Yuan found a Soviet-made large turntable light machine gun with not many bullets and only one magazine left, but it was enough. Then he took Wang Huzi and ran to the west ravine, and propped the bracket on two stones. Go up, with the muzzle facing the sky, and the plane will fly in front of them later.

Wang Huzi looked at the big turntable in Xia Yuan's hand and said, "Commander Xia, your big turntable is more accurate than mine. I've been using it for the past few days and I don't have time to calibrate the gun."

Xia Yuan smiled: "Okay, you are on the left. After this guy comes over, you beat its wings. If it rushes towards us, it will definitely lower the height. At that time, we will aim at the belly of the plane and give it a hug. "

"Okay, Commander Xia, just look at it, our guns are not good at shooting, but our machine guns are absolutely amazing!"

Wang Huzi patted his chest, and put his own Czech pose on Xia Yuan's left side, one on the left and one on the right.

At this time, Yang Nanzhen and Wu Liang each had a cigarette in their mouths, held American-made Tom Xin, fired a few shots at the plane circling in the sky, and then yelled: "Little bastard, grandpa is here, come here quickly, let me let you go!" Grandpa beat you up!"

Wu Liang shot more than ten bullets at the foreign devil's P51 with the gun in his hand.

The plane was still circling in the sky and didn't intend to come down, Wang Huzi scratched his head: "This guy, don't be fooled, Captain Xia, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, hold your breath!"

Xia Yuan squinted and kept staring at the plane in the sky.

"Continue to scold!" Yang Nanzhen said dryly.

"Come on, little bastard, come down quickly, grandpa is here, you bastard, what's your ability to drive an iron bird, if you have the ability, come and fight with grandpa, regardless of your height, grandpa will still beat you." Wu Liang He scolded vigorously, and then slammed at the plane in the sky as if venting his emotions.

There was a clanging sound in the cabin of the P51, as if two small stones had hit it. It was hit by a Thomson submachine gun. The submachine gun has a limited range. Afterwards, he stroked gently, leaving a shallow scratch on the fuselage.

The American pilot in the cockpit triumphantly took off his flying glasses and laughed at the ignorance of the Chinese soldier for wanting to hit him with this submachine gun that did not pose any threat to him at all. With a weird smile on his face, he pushed the joystick, and Lower the high ground, intending to shoot him with precision.

"Hey, instructor, here he comes!"

Wu Liang saw the iron bird flying over, almost died of joy, opened his mouth wide and continued to curse: "Turtle son, this time you are dead!"

"go!"

In order to anger the American pilots, Yang Nanzhen emptied his own unit price. The bullets whizzed into the sky and disappeared without a trace. He watched the American planes draw an arc in the sky and aimed straight at them. Flying over, he immediately shouted: "Run!"

The two kept running towards the west valley where Xia Yuan and Wang Huzi were hiding.

P51 followed the two and continued to catch up. They were about to reach a big rock. The plane lowered the ground more and more. Swish, two long strings of bullets shot down from the plane, sweeping behind the two of them. , The mud that flew out from the impact point splashed everywhere, spraying mud all over their backs.

"Wu Liang, lie down!"

Hearing the instructor's voice, Wu Liang threw himself into the single pit on the side, and quickly curled up his body into a ball, leaving two deep marks on the ground with the bullets.

Yang Nanzhen changed the magazine, ran behind the stone, held the submachine gun in a kneeling position, and emptied all the bullets in the submachine gun towards the plane in one breath.

This time the clanging sound was louder, because the distance between the plane and them was no more than 150 meters, the huge iron bird was close at hand, the drone of the plane engine was humming non-stop, and the bullets shattered the cockpit glass. For a few yuan, the American pilot took off his hat angrily, and was about to hold down the machine gun with his thumb to sweep Instructor Yang to death.

But it was too late. (end of this chapter)