Chapter 75: Blocking Battle (III)

"Comrades!" I took off the bayonet from the sniper rifle, and then distributed the magazine in the bullet bag to the warrior holding the eight-piece in his hand, saying while splitting it: "The enemy was just temporarily scared away by us. When they understand what happened, they will soon rush up again. We must hold the position until the arrival of the large army!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded, checked their own equipment and prepared for combat with bullets on their rifles.

"Are you scared?" I ran to Jin Qiulian and asked. I noticed that she was talking less and less, especially like a mute these days.

"It's okay!" Jin Qiulian smiled lightly, but her pale face and red eyes made me know that she was lying.

It is really not easy for this girl to survive this. After several times of life and death, some people fight more and experience more and more life and death, they may get used to it and become mature and brave, while others will become more and more afraid of fighting, especially girls like Jin Qiulian who have not grown up.

"Don't worry!" I said helplessly: "After the battle is over, I will immediately ask Captain Chu to transfer you to the rear!"

After saying that, he didn't care about her reaction, and turned around and ran to another cover position.

As everyone expected, after a while, the British army discovered that we did not have a large-scale attack, and soon organized another attack. However, this time, there was no artillery fire, and the shells were all fired, and the cannons were blown up. They just set up a few machine guns next to the team and rushed up silently. More than 200 people, one after another, were climbing up in an orderly manner, and there was no panic about the entire army just now.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters... The distance was getting closer and closer. Seeing that I had not ordered the shooting, Instructor Zhao couldn't help but look at me.

I couldn't help but gritted my teeth. There were not many bullets on the volunteers. I just distributed all the bullets to the soldiers, but only two magazines per person. If the two magazines were really fast, they would not be finished in one minute. So I could only wait for the British troops to get closer before firing. This would at least increase the accuracy rate and allow the soldiers to kill more enemies.

The British soldiers rushed up slowly, and the machine gunners quickly seized the advantageous position and were ready to provide cover for the troops at any time. I even found that they assembled a heavy machine gun... This time, the British army was determined to capture the mountain with a hatred of avenging them.

Fifty meters... I was about to shout and beat him, but suddenly the loud military horn sounded again.

"Hey, I said to Comrade Xiao Zheng!" Hu Zi opened his mouth and cursed: "What are you bragging about? This Japanese man suffered a loss once, so he would..."

"I didn't blow!" The horn officer raised his hand innocently, and the bronze horn was well placed on his waist.

"Kill!" Before the soldiers could react, there was a shocking sound of killing sounds from the other end of the British position, and gunfire and grenade explosions soon followed.

"This time it's true!" We realized this, and the British army, who were attacking the mountain, also realized this. They reluctantly left us and joined the ranks of escape again.

"Company Commander!" Seeing that I had not given an order for a long time, Hu Zi couldn't help but hurriedly said, "Company Commander, why didn't you order to chase after me? This is the time to capture prisoners..."

"Just stay here!" I sat down on the ground, leaned against the stone beside me, took out a cigarette and handed one to the instructor beside me.

Instructor Zhao didn't seem to object to my order. He took the cigarette and lit each other, then took a breath and said, "Hu Zi, take care of the recruits, you can't even move. Oh... my bones are almost disbanded!"

Actually, I was not too tired to order to chase the enemy, nor did I take care of the new recruits. I think it doesn’t make much sense to capture prisoners at this time. Under the policy of the volunteers’ preferential treatment of prisoners, and when food is so tight, the captives are caught just a little bit more to eat.

If the Korean War is actually not difficult to fight, if the US military knew that we were all hungry, as long as the puppet troops in South Korea surrendered to us collectively, these prisoners would drag down the volunteer army within three days.

What's more, if we don't chase it, it doesn't mean that the British troops will escape from the palm of the volunteers.

I let out a long breath of smoke rings and waited, waiting for the sound of shouting and killing and gunfires to get closer and further away.

"Go down the mountain!" Seeing that it was getting dark, I threw away the cigarette butt in my hand and said to the soldiers: "Look at our comrades..."

After saying that, he grabbed the rifle and walked towards the back of the mountain.

Behind the mountain is the battlefield for bombing tanks. The battle was in chaos last night. I just killed a few more enemies and bombed a few more tanks. After the battle, I didn’t have time to take a few more glances. At this time, looking at the gray sky, it was another tragic scene.

More than a dozen bombed tanks were still emitting black smoke, parked in the rice fields in a row. Blood, corpses, broken organs, and charred corpses that were so dark that they could not recognize what they were. They were crushed by tracks and snow, and soil mixed with mud with concave gears...

On a bombed tank, a volunteer soldier lay in front of the turret and did not move. Hu Zi ran up and dragged it in two steps... Only then did he find that the volunteer soldier's hand that reached into the turret had been blown off, and he had shed his last drop of blood! The bodies of four British tank soldiers in the tank were lying in the turret.

We could almost see a warrior who was holding a grenade in his hand and stuffing it into the tank, but was blocked by the enemy's observation hand, so he simply stuffed his entire hand in...

The volunteer soldiers who were burned to death were even more miserable. Not to mention recognizing who they were, the flesh on their faces, stomachs and legs were burnt out, and they were charred and charred. They bared their teeth, arms, legs, and bodies curled up. What was strange was that the corpse was also in a honeycomb shape. When they looked closer and carefully, they found that the corpse was covered with grains of iron sand.

No wonder the fire-breathing tank is always accompanied by a strange sound of "ding-dinking-dang" when it is spitting fire. It turns out that it also produces iron sand when it is spitting fire.

I slowly walked into this battlefield with the soldiers, this battlefield that I had fought before. Looking at the tragic scene in front of me, I couldn't believe that I was one of them last night...
Chapter completed!