The heavens start from Changjin Lake

After a brief dizziness, Xia Yuan felt panic in his heart. If it weren't for the sense of danger, the enemy's shot would have hit him directly.

"Comrade, the enemy is coming, hold on."

"Go quickly."

Xia Yuan took off his half-dry and half-wet hat and wiped it on his face. He felt better. He found the gun that had fallen on the ground and touched his back. It was sticky, with blood mixed with soil, and it was red and black. , the burning pain tore at the brain nerves.

injured!

Xia Yuan's eyes moved slightly, he took off his US military coat, tore out the inner liner, put it behind his back, wrapped it twice with a grain bag, restrained it with force, lay down on the reverse slope with the gun in his hand, and looked up.

The attack speed of the American soldiers was not slow. They were already surrounded. This was obviously a final struggle.

Zhou Shiming sent a correspondent to report the battle situation to the camp. After collecting information from the deputy company commander, he quickly adjusted the team.

The second platoon deputy Wang Zhanxi served as the platoon leader, and the first squad leader acted as the deputy platoon leader to direct the battle.

Zhou Shiming also set up heavy machine guns and mortars on the river embankment. All the guns and ammunition collected from the enemy's corpses were used in the battle to enhance the firepower of the soldiers. He piled the enemy's corpses in front to build a structure. fortifications.

Seeing that the enemy was coming up, he immediately gave the order.

Fight back.

Bullets whizzed overhead. The soldiers of the Fourth Company led by Zhou Shiming bravely resisted wave after wave of enemy attacks. After making huge sacrifices, they repelled another round of enemy attacks.

Just as Zhou Shiming raised the command flag in his hand to direct the battle, the enemy discovered him and secretly set up a light machine gun next to the damaged tank to shoot at him. The correspondent who had been staying beside him had quick eyesight and quick hands and had no time to shout. The company commander got down and threw Zhou Shiming to the ground.

He himself was hit by the enemy's light machine gun and died heroically.

Zhou Shiming got up, hugged the correspondent, and shouted: "Hygiene, health worker!"

The enemy's bullets penetrated the correspondent's body, and he kept spitting out blood from his mouth: "Company Commander, I, I still want to be a combat hero."

"You are, you are a fighting hero."

A smile appeared on the correspondent's dark face, but was immediately replaced by pain. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his undulating chest gradually became calmer.

With tears in his eyes, Zhou Shiming laid the correspondent's body flat and stood up, with hatred for the enemy in his eyes.

The flanking position was covered with a thick layer of smoke, and it was almost impossible to see anyone moving on the position.

Every time I breathed in, I felt like something was getting into my lungs.

The soldiers on the position used the towels on their bodies to make simple masks to cover their mouths and noses, so that the black smoke from the burning napalm bombs on the position would not penetrate into their mouths and noses.

"The enemy hasn't come up yet."

"I'm afraid of being beaten by us."

"Something is wrong. Maybe they are preparing for a more violent attack."

"Hurry up and collect some ammunition. You'll need it later."

The enemy's attack stopped, only the wind was blowing, and the voices of soldiers discussing could be heard on the battlefield. Xia Yuan turned his head, and saw three soldiers gathered together, counting the bullets and grenades on their bodies, as well as the numbers of soldiers from the American soldiers. The few grenades captured.

"Comrade, are you short of ammunition?"

They noticed Xia Yuan and turned around to ask.

In the battle just now, Xia Yuan showed strong combat effectiveness. Soldiers all like strong fighters, including the company commander.

Although Xia Yuan was in the 38th Army, he quickly won the love of the 39th soldiers in the 39th Army.

"I still have enough ammunition." Xia Yuan has no habit of wasting ammunition. Ninety-eight bullets out of a hundred can hit the enemy.

Although he is short in stature, he can carry a large amount of ammunition and is physically strong.

He carried more than 400 rounds of ammunition and more than 20 grenades and hand grenades on his body at one time. After a night of fighting, he still had less than half of the ammunition on his body, which was enough for him.

After several consecutive breakthroughs, a large amount of U.S. troops were consumed. As long as the U.S. military did not increase its troops, these ammunitions were enough to deal with the remaining U.S. troops.

Now that the two sides have reached a stalemate, the US military has also learned to be smart. They no longer mindlessly break out, but look for opportunities and wait for their planes to consume the active forces of the volunteers.

At this moment, a formation of US military fighter jets appeared in the sky, and the roaring sound once again enveloped the valley.

Zhou Mao ran over: "Xia Yuan, are you okay? You are injured."

"It's okay, find a place to hide, the enemy plane is coming."

Hearing that voice, Xia Yuan felt frightened.

In the gray sky, a formation of U.S. military fighter jets suddenly appeared, swooping down and bombing the valley. In an instant, the deafening roar accompanied the shaking of the earth and the mountains, covering the entire valley.

"Hide, hide quickly!"

The explosion sounded around me, like an earthquake. The whole person was huddled in the trench, and he could still feel the thrilling shock. Gravel and soil kept falling on his body. In a short time, half of the person was buried in the soil.

The position was hit by enemy aircraft and was almost blown to the ground. When the smoke filled the air, the three soldiers who had spoken previously had disappeared.

Xia Yuan climbed out of the soil and stared around. The Fourth Company's position seemed to have been plowed, and most of the dug trenches were buried.

"Zhou Mao, Xiao Heping."

Xia Yuan shook off the dirt from his gun and quickly ran to the left. The position here was almost flattened, and not a single person could be seen.

Suddenly, he saw something coming out of the soil in front of him. He quickly ran forward, grabbed it with both hands, and saw a fourth company soldier buried in the soil.

"Thank you, comrade."

Seeing an unfamiliar face, the soldier remembered that he had met several comrades from the 38th Army last night and immediately thanked him.

"The enemy is coming up, ready to fight."

Xia Yuan pulled him up and said in a condensed voice.

"Where are the others?" After the soldier climbed out, he stared around. It seemed that they were the only two people left in this position.

"They are all in the soil." Xia Yuan asked again: "Have you seen my two comrades?"

"I saw them, they are right next to me." The soldier shook his head that was stunned by the bombing, as if he remembered something, "Hurry, they are also buried in the soil."

Xia Yuan dug his hands into the hot soil after being bombed by the plane, and quickly dug out a person in the soil, with his head facing downwards, but looking at the back, he looked a bit like Xiao Heping.

"Found it." The soldier on the other side also sent good news.

Xia Yuan pulled Xiao Heping out of the soil, put his hand in front of his nose, and breathed a sigh of relief: "There is still breathing, how are you over there." "There is breathing, but it's very weak." The soldier said.

"It's normal. I guess they have been buried for a long time." Suddenly, fierce gunfire came from a distance. Xia Yuan grabbed the gun and looked up. It was the movement coming from the position on the right side of the road. There were still people in the fourth company resisting, " Let them rest first, the enemy is coming."

"it is good."

The soldier dragged Zhou Mao to the point of impact, and then he lay on his back and aimed at the approaching American troops in the distance. "There are many of them."

"There aren't many troops in the two platoons." Xia Yuan loaded the bullets into the magazine, shook off the dirt on the magazine, pulled out the magazine from the gun chamber, inserted a full magazine, and put the gun on the On the reverse slope, aim at the crouching US military in the distance, approaching cautiously.

boom!

There was a gunshot.

A U.S. soldier who was rushing to the front fell down in the distance. The shocked group of U.S. soldiers quickly fell to the ground, only daring to expose half of their heads, and carefully stared at the volunteer positions emitting black smoke.

Xia Yuan took aim slightly and pulled the trigger again. A U.S. soldier's Tianling Cap was lifted by a bullet and his head tilted to the ground without moving.

"Fuck! It's a sniper! I knew we shouldn't have attacked. Damn it, what should we do now?"

An American soldier next to him widened his eyes, shrank his body, and hid in an oblique position. He didn't even dare to show his gun, and held him in his arms for dear life.

"His life was so great that it didn't even kill him."

"Call the artillery behind us to support us again."

"No more, we have no more ammunition, they're all gone."

"Now what."

"retreat."

This group of American soldiers noticed that there was still a sniper surviving on the enemy's position, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​attacking. They all wanted to live and did not want to die here.

"Huh." The soldiers around him were surprised and looked up. The US military, which had just organized an attack, now actually began to retreat.

Even Xia Yuan was quite surprised. He didn't expect this group of American troops to be so timid. He only fired two shots.

"Come whenever you want, run away whenever you want. You really treat the battlefield as your home."

Xia Yuan pursed his lips, pulled the trigger continuously, and fired all six bullets in the magazine into the enemy's body.

Hearing the gunfire from behind, a soldier turned his head and saw his fallen comrade behind him. The lingering fear in his heart made him escape even faster.

This group of U.S. troops ran very fast. Xia Yuan only fired five shots from his second magazine. The last bullet hit the armor of the U.S. tank, sending out a string of sparks and frightening the U.S. troops hiding behind the tank. Jump.

"Running so fast." Xia Yuan stared at the scrapped tank in the distance, put away his gun, took out his engineering shovel, and expanded the hiding place underneath him.

"Your marksmanship is so amazing!" the soldier next to him praised, his eyes shining with envy.

"The more you shoot, the better your marksmanship will be. When you shoot more, your marksmanship will be the same as mine."

There was a smile on Xia Yuan's childish face.

"How old are you?" the soldier asked again.

"Eighteen." Xia Yuan said.

"It doesn't look like it." The soldier said as he took out his engineering shovel and helped Xia Yuan expand the trench underneath him.

"Yes, many people say that I look young and don't look like I am eighteen." Xia Yuan responded with a smile.

"Xia Yuan." Xiao Heping woke up and rubbed his painful head, "Where are we?"

"Is your head okay?" Xia Yuan was startled, put down what he was doing, ran to Xiao Heping, held Xiao Heping's head and looked around, but found no wound, "It's okay, no injuries. What nonsense are you talking about? We are here at Zhuren Bridge."

"Where is Zhuren Bridge?" Xiao Heping looked a little confused and covered his head with one hand.

"I think my head was shocked and I suffered a brief amnesia." Xia Yuan looked at Xiao Heping and explained to him.

"My, my head hurts so much." Xiao Heping covered his head with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Just rest and rest."

The little warrior on the side said.

Xiao Heping turned around and looked around. Gunpowder smoke shrouded the battlefield. In the open ground in the distance, there were a large number of American corpses lying in strewn patterns. The ground was a dark patch with various human internal organs and organs scattered around.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up and groped around in the dirt: "Where's my gun."

"There are so many guns here, just take one and use it."

The most inconspicuous thing on the position was the gun. Guns, ammunition, bullet casings, and grenades were scattered everywhere in the trenches. Xia Yuan picked one up from the ground casually, patted the gun body, and shook off the dirt in the gun: "Peace, you Use it first, I’ll bring you a good one when I go back later.”

"Hey!"

On the other side, a US heavy tank blocked the attack path of the only Red Army company in the regiment, the Seventh Company. The tongues of flame spitting out from the tank pressed the soldiers of the Seventh Company into an open area. They could not rush forward, and they could not fight. Iron bastard.

The third battalion instructor's surname is Wang. He is short in stature, with a round face and a thick beard. He stares at the tank with a pair of bright eyes: "Seventh Company, quickly organize the explosion of the tank!"

Gaoyuan, the first platoon deputy of the seventh company, and Luo Liang, the youngest soldier of the second squad, were lying in a small traffic ditch outside the traffic ditch on the north side. Two pairs of bright eyes were staring at the people lying on the road, as if they were mad. A heavy tank that releases bullets like crazy and spits out tongues of fire.

"This guy is throwing grenades and firing machine guns again. Platoon officer, please tell me how to kill him." Luo Liang lay beside Gao Xingyuan and asked.

"Be sure to hit it where it is fatal, and it will be honest." Gao Xingyuan thought for a while before saying.

"Yes! Put the blasting tubes into the wheels of the tank." Luo Liang pointed to the two blasting tubes that had been tied around him and said.

"Ronald, come on now, I'll let the machine gun cover you!" Gao Xingyuan said calmly.

Before Gao Xingyuan could finish what he said, Luo Liang hugged two blasting tubes, bent over and rushed forward with a low profile.

The two machine guns of the machine gun squad fired at the enemy tanks from both left and right angles, covering Luo Liang's charge forward.

Luo Liang is a seventeen-year-old Nanhu soldier of medium height. He joined the army at the age of fourteen and participated in the War of Liberation. Years of training have made his body strong and flexible.

In the class, he is also a good soldier who can't stand any hardships. Of course, the American tanks could not defeat him. He saw Luo Liang holding the blasting tube and quickly crossing the road. Under the cover of his comrades behind him, he stepped forward with his left foot, bent down, held the blasting tube tightly with both hands, and followed the The tire belt was aligned with the front half of the hard rubber wheel of the tank and inserted into it.

"There must be a tank machine up here. If you blow it up, the tank won't be able to move!"

Luo Liang firmly believed in his judgment, leaned forward and pulled the fire hard. When he saw the blasting tube starting to smoke, he turned around and ran away. (End of chapter)