under fire

Chapter 847
The classic tactics are classic because they can destroy the enemy's defense line to the greatest extent and achieve a great killing effect.

Commanders at the grassroots level understand frontal attack and outflanking, and the crab tactics handed down by the ancestors are once again showing their power.

The Ninth Battalion and the Second Battalion had only surrounded bandit soldiers once. Although they were not so skilled in tactics, they faced the security forces again in a small area, but they looked decent.

The security forces trained by devil instructors also learned to place guard posts outside the positions: "Stop, what are you doing?"

Under the moonlight, someone in a team of more than ten people shouted: "Hey, don't shoot, I, Wu Hegui, the deputy head of the Bali Battalion, Wu Hegui, sent reinforcements."

"Reinforcement?" The sentinel lying on the ground was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his gun: "You came after the gun was fired. Did you grow wings and fly over?"

"Hey hey hey, we're here to deliver food. We just passed by here, so we ran into each other?" Wu Hegui, with a bayonet on his back, was about to cry.

The two sentinels finally recognized that the voice was indeed Wu Hegui who often delivered food: "Brother Hegui? Uh... Is it really you, are you crying for mourning? Why did you come here so late today?"

The person next to Wu Hegui shouted, "The mule cart is broken down on the road."

The sentinel immediately sent out a good intention: "You have to wait a while, and wipe out those guerrillas in a while. I will ask the squad leader to find some brothers to help you."

The other sentinel next to him was not confused. Didn't this guy just say he was here for reinforcements?Pretty much asking for help.
Now this is a battlefield, the sound of gunshots on the river bed below is like rain, why don't you take the road to deliver food, and come here with a dozen of people who deliver food to watch the fun?
Without allowing him to think too much, the person next to Wu Hegui on the opposite side chatted with the dark two while walking: "Hey, let me tell you, who is this beating?"

The sentinel who spoke earlier replied subconsciously: "It should be a guerrilla."

"This time you will get rich! Don't forget about me then."

The sentinel next to him couldn't help but sneer: "You want to share money for watching the excitement. Go and make your daydreams!"

While talking, the black shadows walking in front slowly approached the two sentinels. Seeing that they were their own people, the two sentries stopped lying on the ground and stood up directly.

According to the regulations, when strangers approached the battlefield, even if they were their own people, their identities had to be verified, but they were all old acquaintances, so it was a fart.

Ma Liang, who stepped forward, waved his hands, and the soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward with their guns.

The sentinel suddenly noticed that behind Wu Hegui walking in front, a piece of bayonet was very dazzling under the moonlight.

In a daze, he was just about to raise his gun, but he was kicked on his back by the two black shadows who ran up at a sudden speed, and a bayonet stabbed him in the chest.

And the sentinel next to him had the same ending as him.

The sentry still hissed sharply, and then stretched out his hand in pain and confusion to try to hold the bayonet that had been inserted into his chest, and the one with the bayonet immediately stepped hard on his throat, and he clearly heard his larynx There was a cracking sound, and there seemed to be someone preaching next to it: "There is such a big commotion, I told you earlier that the bayonet would be horizontal when stabbing, but you just didn't listen, now it's stuck and you can't pull it out, right?"

The sentinel felt his body being pulled up by the icy cold penetrating into his body, and then he heard a click, and the intense pain made it unbearable any longer.

He even heard the last few words in his life: "...you bastard, stabbing someone can break the bayonet."

The sentinel's life came to an end under the moonlight.

Before he died, someone beside him complained: "This bayonet is absolutely not authentic, it doesn't even have any flexibility!"

"Hey, it's really strange. Even if the bayonet is bent, it can't be broken?"

The screams of the sentries before they died did not attract the attention of the security forces in the distance, because there were so many screams in the riverbed closer!
On the opposite bank.

in the dark.

The girl who had been staring at the west under the moonlight called out crisply: "Hey, Ma Liang is already in place!"

Hu Yi saw that the team in the river bed was quickly flanking the retreating team supporting the injured security forces.

"beat!"

Next to Hu Yi, Luo Fugui immediately put the butt of the machine gun on his shoulder, and his dirty face that had not been washed for several days was immediately close to the butt of the gun. There was a sound of bullets being loaded, and the muzzle of the machine gun shook violently. On the other side of the embankment, the machine guns were in full swing.

A swarm of bullets raged arrogantly at the machine gun positions of the Security Forces, passing through the flesh and blood, and the remaining momentum remained, continuing to spin in the darkness to clear everything in the way of progress.

The security force machine gun was silenced immediately, and another machine gun was fired, the target was also the security force machine gun team, before the fallen security force machine gunner was penetrated by bullets again.

Two persistent tongues of flame flashed in the night like two star-shaped death, tearing the moonlit night on the embankment at once.

The sound of the machine gun signaled the start of the battle, and the rifles on the embankment followed in a line that stretched for nearly a hundred meters.

The security forces were pressed against the embankment by the sudden two machine guns and the dense rifle bullets. They didn't dare to look up. There was only one thought in their dizziness. What kind of guerrillas are these?

The proper eight-way main force has arrived!
The river bed was not wide at first, and thirty or forty people with large brimmed hats retreated were still on the gentle slope. After hearing the gunshots, they fell to the ground in fright, but they forgot that this is called a positive slope, and it is impossible to find a terrain that can cover them. .

Fourth Wu lay on the ground in a daze, but fortunately, the platoon leaders under him were quite capable, and immediately shouted: "Get down and fight back, don't panic, get down quickly, fight back!"

The embankment is higher than the ground, so as long as you retract your head, the bullets coming from the opposite side can't hit people at all.

The public security army is not a mob like bandits. After training, of course there are observers in the team. At this time, the guy is braving the bullets, looking out from time to time, and reporting the situation on the battlefield to Wu Laosi.

In this wave of fierce shooting on the opposite side, the casualties of the security forces in the platoon that did not go down the river bank were not large.

It's just that the security forces still on the slope were out of luck, and were constantly being targeted by the people on the other side!
Wu Lao Si, who came back to his senses, finally saw the muzzle flashes everywhere on the opposite river bank. His first thought was to evacuate, but there were still so many brothers on the river bed, so it seemed immoral to just run away regardless!Shrinking his head and hesitating, he reported to the observer based on his feeling that although the guerrillas fought fiercely, he would definitely be fine lying behind the river bank.

The observers kept reporting casualties, and when the opponent's machine gun fired, the brothers on the embankment directly became turtles. Except for the machine gunner, few died at all!
Since the opponent's bullet can't hit him at all, why run away?How embarrassing is it to be chased away by the guerrillas?

Thinking of this, he immediately opened his throat: "Slap me, hit me hard, cover the brothers under the embankment and withdraw!"

The platoon leader under him saw that the company commander finally took command in person, and immediately cooperated: "Brothers below, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and climb back for me!"

Wu Laosi pulled out his beloved scull without even showing his head, and while the bullets kept hitting the river bank, he raised his gun to the other side of the river and emptied the magazine!
In the darkness, he still doesn't know how far it is to the river embankment on the opposite side. It is estimated to be 80 to [-] meters. Anyway, shooting can strengthen his courage. As for whether the pistol bullet can fly to the opposite side and hit the target, who cares at this time? Got so much.

The sound of gunshots was repeated one after another. At this time, he didn't think about whether the opposite side was a guerrilla!

People kept coming back from the embankment, which relieved him a lot.

The flashes on the opposite side seem to be a lot sparser. It seems that the guerrillas are always guerrillas, and their ammunition should not be able to catch up, right?
Almost all attention was focused on the opposite side of the river embankment, so that no one, including the observers of the security forces, noticed that not far behind the position of the security forces, there was a blurry shadow on the ground, which gradually blurred into an arc .

With the river embankment blocking the bullets, the team speeded up silently, slowly closing together, and rushing directly to the river embankment.

The distance to the embankment was getting closer and closer, and the originally sparse team began to gather.

Some security forces who were only thinking about escaping turned their heads occasionally, and finally found the large black shadow running from behind.

(End of this chapter)