Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Compared with the Mi Army that Qiao Lin encountered on the peninsula battlefield, the little ghosts are obviously superior in tactics, and they know how to use their own advantages.

For example, the current Bantian Squadron successfully destroyed the commanding heights occupied by the Independent Regiment with only four mountain cannons, and the rest of the infantry immediately formed a battle formation and began to counterattack.

Except for the little devils who stayed in place to provide fire cover, the rest of the soldiers have already begun to charge in batches to the location where the soldiers of the independent regiment were ambushing.

In addition to having a slight advantage by firing suddenly at the beginning, the independent regiment has gradually been at a disadvantage at this moment, and casualties have occurred one after another.

If things continue like this, even if the Independent Regiment can successfully take down Sakata Squadron, it will inevitably pay a huge price.

"Grandma, those mountain cannons are so overwhelming that we can't lift our heads up, and the soldiers on the periphery can only be beaten passively."

Sun Desheng clenched his fists and said anxiously.

The situation on the battlefield is not complicated, and you can see the general idea at a glance.

But the most aggrieved part is also here. I know where the problem is, but there is no way to solve it.

If there are two mortars at this moment, it will be enough to reverse the situation on the battlefield.

Li Yunlong was anxious, Sun Desheng was anxious, the soldiers of the independent regiment were anxious, and Qiao Lin was even more anxious.

As a soldier who has been in the army for two generations, his third life is still in the army. He has experienced war, and he can't stand his comrades falling under the enemy's fire.

Seeing that the little devil's mountain artillery was still firing at the independent regiment's position on the hillside, Qiao Lin couldn't care less about other things. He snatched the rifle from Sun Desheng's shoulder and took his bullet pouch along the way.

"Company commander, lend me your gun."

Before he finished speaking, the figure had disappeared.

"Dangerous, come back!"

Sun Desheng touched his empty shoulder and subconsciously called out, but it was a bit late.

Qiao Lin was like an agile cheetah, with a gun in one hand and a bullet bag in the other, and he was speeding through the valley.

Since the cavalry company was too far away to watch the battle, it was difficult to shoot and kill the enemy's gunners. Qiao Lin could only keep approaching the enemy's position against the bullets and shells flying all over the sky.

300 meters, this distance is almost the same.

Qiao Lin observed the terrain while running, jumped into a pit, put the rifle neatly on the edge of the pit, pulled the bolt, took aim, and fired.

The movement is coherent and smooth, and it is done in one go.

With a gunshot, a ghost gunner who was loading shells fell on his back with a bloody hole in his head.

Without hesitation, Qiao Lin pulled the bolt again, took aim, and fired.

Another devil gunner was shot dead.

Two gunners were killed one after another, and the devil also realized that there were snipers in the ambush force, so he quickly turned his gun and shot towards Qiao Lin's hiding place.

However, Qiao Lin had already left the pit first, and quickly rushed to the next sniper spot that had been observed in advance.

It was a dirt bag as tall as a person. When there were still three or four meters away, Qiao Lin stepped forward and threw himself directly behind the dirt bag.

With the impact of the fall, Qiao Lin climbed up with his hands on the ground, and directly placed the rifle in his hand on the top of the dirt bag.

Chapter 380 Four Attacks to Turn the Tide

At this time, the little devil's attention was still in the direction of the earth pit where he hid before.

"Kill two mountain cannons this time."

Jolin said, aiming and shooting decisively.

After a few shots, Bantian Squadron had two more mountain cannons paralyzed.

Three of the four mountain cannons misfired at once, and the pressure on the independent regiment was relieved a lot. The soldiers began to organize effective counterattacks to suppress the enemy's charge.

"Damn it, which battalion is this? His marksmanship is so good, I will praise him later!"

Li Yunlong also realized that the turn of the battle was due to the soldier who sniped the enemy gunner, and excitedly said to the deputy commander Kong Jie.

Qiaolin lay sideways behind the dirt bag, quickly reloading the rifle.

After the gunfire was a little weaker, he rushed directly to the third sniper point.

Without any accidents, Qiao Lin successfully eliminated all the gunners of Sakata Squadron with a "borrowed" rifle in his hand, turning the most lethal four mountain cannons into a display.

Qiao Lin's initial plan was to get rid of the devil's mountain cannon, but when he achieved his goal, it was too late to get away.

The devil's infantry assault team had already rushed to a place less than ten meters away from Qiao Lin, so he could only choose to confront the enemy head-on.

"I wanted to keep a low profile, but you forced me to be high profile."

Qiao Lin curled his lips, stood up from behind the cover, and shot and killed a devil soldier who rushed to the front.

Then he squatted on the spot, pulled the bolt at the same time, and fired again.

Another devil soldier was shot and fell to the ground.

At this time, the bullets in Qiao Lin's gun had been exhausted, and the enemy rushed in front of him, and it was too late to reload the bullets.

I saw Qiao Lin holding the gun with both hands and pushing it hard to the right. The gun butt hit a devil soldier's face fiercely.

Then Qiao Lin habitually stabbed the rifle forward, which was a standard stabbing action.

It's a pity that the rifle he used didn't have a bayonet attached, and this stab only knocked a devil soldier down on the spot, and failed to cause effective damage.

In such an instant, more than a dozen devil soldiers surrounded him and stabbed at Qiao Lin with their bayonet-mounted rifles.

Although he has protective clothing and trousers rewarded by the system, after experiencing the last explosion, Qiao Lin is not sure whether he can still block the bayonet. If he can't, then he will have more than a dozen blood hole.

He just rolled back, narrowly avoiding the bayonets.

While falling to the ground, Qiao Lin's hands were not idle, he grabbed the barrel of the gun closest to him, and took the gun away with brute force.

After rolling backwards three times in a row, Qiao Lin stood up leaning on the gun he had snatched, holding the gun in both hands, and the bayonet on the muzzle was shining coldly.

"come!"

The bayonet was aimed at the devil soldiers who surrounded him in a semicircle. Qiao Lin opened his eyes wide and let out an earth-shattering cry.

This location happens to be a gentle area on the hillside, very open.

Qiao Lin's voice attracted the attention of many people, including Li Yunlong and Kong Jie who were commanding the battle not far away.

With one enemy and more than ten people, the soldiers of the independent regiment who saw this scene were shocked instantly. They could accept the casualties caused by the war, but they could not accept that their comrades fell in front of them.

"Damn it! What are you still doing? Follow me to help!"

Li Yunlong rushed out of the bunker first, regardless of whether it was safe outside.

Immediately afterwards, nearby independent regiment fighters rushed over one after another, regardless of personal safety, to support Qiao Lin.

At this moment, Qiao Lin couldn't care less about feeling the friendship of his comrades-in-arms, he only had enemies in his eyes.

"kill!"

After a short confrontation, Qiao Lin clenched the rifle in his hand, made a gesture of putting on clothes, and let out another roar.

The devil's soldiers moved, and after advancing forward, a dozen bayonets stabbed at Qiao Lin.

Qiao Lin also moved, sweeping with all his strength, directly blocking the devil's bayonet.

When the devil soldier was knocked back by his brute force, Qiao Lin took a big step forward and stabbed a devil soldier in the abdomen.

Draw the knife and stab again!

Qiao Lin's movements were as simple as breathing, and he assassinated six devil soldiers in the blink of an eye.

Because the assassination was too forceful, Qiao Lin's bayonet broke when he stabbed the No. 7 devil soldier.

The remaining devil soldiers were frightened out of their wits, how dare they continue to attack, they all turned around and fled down the mountain.

How could the red-eyed Qiao Lin let them go, bent down to pick up a rifle left on the devil's body, and chased after them.

While chasing, Qiao Lin raised his gun and shot. After successfully killing a devil soldier, he pulled the gun again and found that the gun was out of bullets.

He unloaded the bayonet, held the knife and chased after him.

"Hey, you..."

Li Yunlong, who came to support him, didn't have time to finish his sentence when he saw Qiao Lin rushing out of his eyes like a gust of wind.

Then I saw a scene that made everyone's blood boil.

Qiao Lin, one by one, chased after the fleeing devil soldier at an extremely fast speed, grabbed his shoulder with his left hand, and stabbed with his right hand, directly piercing the opponent's neck.

Killed with one knife, drew the knife conveniently, and continued to chase. ． ．

Li Yunlong watched in a daze as Qiao Lin used his bayonet to kill the remaining devil soldiers one by one. It was the first time he realized that someone could kill the enemy so pleasingly.

For a fighting force, momentum is very important.

Qiao Lin's nearly crushing killing made the soldiers of the Independent Regiment's morale unprecedentedly high, shouting and rushing out of the bunker one by one, and started hand-to-hand combat with the devil soldiers.

In terms of weapons and equipment, the Independence Regiment is indeed far behind, but if they fight for bayonets, these little devils will have to be called grandpas.

The originally disadvantaged battle situation was reversed in an instant, and the Sakata Squadron was directly wiped out by the independent regiment, and most of them died by bayonets.

"gather!"

The battle was over, and Li Yunlong ordered the trumpeter to sound the assembly horn.

As soon as the trumpet sounded, no matter whether they were participating in the battle or watching the battle, they all rushed to gather at the first time.

"Which unit is your kid from?"

Looking at the hundreds of soldiers standing in front of him, Li Yunlong fixed his eyes on Qiao Lin, walked up to him and asked.

Sun Desheng didn't know the specific situation, and thought that the head of the group wanted to blame Qiao Lin for taking the action without authorization, so he quickly stood up and interceded.

"Regimental Commander, he is a member of our cavalry company. He is still a new recruit. He fell to his head while practicing riding a horse the day before yesterday. There is something wrong with his mind. I am responsible for it. Don't be as knowledgeable as him. I will definitely let him learn the rules!"

Sun Desheng said with trepidation.

The cavalry company was originally watching the battle, and Qiao Lin attacked without order. In his opinion, he must have violated the order. He had heard that Captain Li had a bad temper, and he must punish Qiao Lin.

But no matter what, Qiao Lin was also his soldier, and he had to protect him, even if the other party was the commander.

Hearing this, Qiao Lin's heart warmed, and he suddenly remembered the company commander Wu Qianli who took care of him everywhere when he first entered the peninsula.

He snatched Sun Desheng's gun, not for the limelight, nor did he want to make a contribution, and he didn't think about using it to attract Li Yunlong's attention.

It's just that he didn't want to watch the soldiers of the Independence Regiment being suppressed by the devil's firepower, causing additional casualties.