The heavens start from Changjin Lake

On the flanks, Lao Yang took two veterans to hide on the slightly raised reverse slope of the hillside. The weeds on the top of the slope swayed gently with the wind, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air. As far as veterans are concerned, it is nothing.

They put weeds around the brim of their hats, using the weeds to camouflage themselves, and under the cover of the weeds on the top of the slope, they almost merged with the ground.

The ground in May is still hard soil. Fortunately, I wear a lot of clothes, otherwise my body will hurt. Lao Yang lay on the reverse slope, twisted his body, took out a stone from under his body and threw it out, squinting his eyes. In the distance, the pupils shrank slightly.

"The enemy's reinforcements are coming!"

The two veterans quickly looked into the distance, and sure enough, there were about twenty or thirty tall white-skinned devils approaching them. When they passed the trench fork, they were divided into two teams, the soldiers in front advanced, and the soldiers in the back Soldiers with guns in the distance.

"Old Yang, how do we fight? They are in the trenches, and we are at a disadvantage in fighting now."

"A platoon of enemies, don't let them pass."

boom.

Suddenly, a gunshot broke the tranquility of the headquarters position. Lao Yang was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his head. A dark-cheeked veteran beside him said, "It was the platoon leader, it was the platoon leader who fired the shot!"

Lao Yang immediately propped himself up to look, and all the foreign devils who touched him shrank in, "Did you get hit?"

The dark-cheeked veteran quickly said: "He hit it, shot to the head, and hit the machine gunner. The platoon leader's marksmanship is too good!"

While talking, there was commotion from the direction of the enemy, followed by gunshots, the American devils fired randomly, Xia Yuan was condescending, and shot and shot the foreign devils who appeared in the head, and there was another chatter on the foreign devil's side, I don't know what to say.

The dark-cheeked veteran listened for a while, then asked confusedly, "What Snakepan?"

"Whatever it is, let's go, let's go around behind the foreign devil's ass."

Lao Yang stared at the position in the distance, and immediately came up with a plan to attack the foreign devils from behind, not to mention martial arts, the battlefield is all about life and death, and survival is the most important thing.

Just as they made a detour, Xia Yuan and Zhou Xingyong had already fought against the foreign devils. Wu Ping, who was below, heard the sound of gunshots, and couldn't help but secretly worried.

A row of foreign devils is approaching the headquarters along the trenches. The division of labor among the foreign devils is quite clear. Some block and some attack. Xia Yuan is not used to them. Regardless of whether he hits the head or not, he shoots as he pleases. , The precise marksmanship made the foreign devils realize that there were snipers on the Chinese side, so that their attacks became cautious.

The foreign devils who thought they were very safe hiding in the trenches and groping forward slowly, a grenade flew over and exploded over the trenches.

"Platoon leader, it's a good throw!" Zhou Xingyong shouted excitedly. It was really a joy to fight with the squad leader. These foreign devils were suppressed by the squad leader alone and dared not even show their heads.

"Go around to the side."

Xia Yuan held a grenade and threw it out with a delay of one or two seconds. The foreign devils screamed again and again after the precise air explosion.

The foreign devils had obviously lost their will to fight. They hid in the trenches, and without daring to risk their heads, they raised their hands high and shot at the sky indiscriminately.

This scene made Xia Yuan laugh, these foreign devils are really silly and cute.

Occupying the firepower point, looking down at the position from a high position, he could see every move of the foreign devils. Zhou Xingyong held a submachine gun and circled to the flank. He also found Lao Yang who was circled behind the enemy. At this point, an enemy platoon was surrounded by five of them. .

Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots were fired, and the clip in the magazine clicked and popped out. Xia Yuan replaced the clip with a new one, and squinted at the foreign devil in the distance.

The three gunshots startled the foreign devils like frightened birds, and they panicked. They didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. Facing the enemy snipers, they kept throwing the grenades on their bodies in the direction of the gunshots. When it landed on the ground, a large amount of black soil was rolled up, and the soil fell down one after another, and a smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

After disappearing gunshots and the blessing of flame skills, his gunshots were ethereal, as if they were shot from far away, but the speed of the bullets was so fast, strange and fast, which made some veterans of the US military There was a weird illusion.

Obviously the bullets were shot at a very short distance, but the gunshots were so crisp and quiet, as if they were shot from a long distance away.

Just when they were hesitating and hesitating, Zhou Xingyong had already touched the top of their heads and threw grenades one after another.

Accompanied by bursts of roaring sounds coming from a distance, the ground trembled slightly, the soil was thrown high, and there was a lingering blood color in the flying soil, and the smell of blood permeated the trenches. The screams of American soldiers came from inside. Zhou Xingyong showed no mercy to these American soldiers. After throwing three grenades, he jumped directly into the trench, holding a submachine gun in his arms, blood spattered, and the screams disappeared.

After Zhou Xingyong completed the breakthrough from the flank, Lao Yang in the rear took two veterans and threw all the grenades on his body. With the sound of the explosion, Lao Yang gave an order, and the three of them formed a three-three battle formation and charged forward. Entering the trench, one left and one right fired at the U.S. troops in the trench. The two cooperated tacitly, and Lao Yang was not idle. The man got out, and the three of them continued to move forward.

Directly ahead, Xia Yuan manipulated the big eight grains, lightly pulled the trigger, knocked out the U.S. soldiers who were exposed, and relieved the pressure on Zhou Xingyong and the others.

When Lao Yang and the others continued to break forward, they were attacked by an enemy at a corner, and the disgraced veteran was unfortunately shot. Lao Yang immediately dragged him back, "How is it?"

The gray-faced veteran covered his arms and grinned: "It's okay, I can still hold on."

Lao Yang looked down, patted him, and was about to check the situation ahead, when there was a bang, a grenade exploded on the head of the enemy encountered in front, and Lao Yang was happy: "It's Lao Xia, Ji Zhongning, come on."

Ji Zhongning is another veteran. After making sure that his comrades in arms are fine, he climbed over the trench with a submachine gun in his arms, quickly ran to the sky above the smoky trench, and shot at several American soldiers inside. Lao Yang came to support him. The men shot left and right, and after beating the foreign devils to death, they pulled some grenades from them, slammed them and threw them into the distance.

Soon they joined Zhou Xingyong, who was fighting alone, and the three formed a battle group again, roaming over the enemy's position, while Xia Yuan provided fire support from a distance, and at the same time guided the three of them in the direction of the enemy. With orderly cooperation, This enemy was quickly wiped out by them.

The gunfire on the ground stopped abruptly, and the commander in the headquarters was stunned. After waiting for a minute, no one came down, and his heart sank suddenly. He looked at the dying adjutant and the communication soldier, and gradually despaired in his heart.

Ji Zhongning helped the wounded and disheveled old soldier. Lao Yang and Zhou Xingyong ran over to join Xia Yuan and Wu Ping. Lao Yang stared at the enemy's headquarters and said, "Is there only one headquarters left? Have you gone in?"

Xia Yuan shook his head: "Siege the spot to fight for aid. If the headquarters is here, the enemy will continue to send troops to support."

After a pause, he said again: "But we have eliminated so many American troops, and the number of American troops fighting on the front line is not much. It is estimated that there will be no more troops."

Lao Yang asked: "Then this headquarters?"

"Rush in and capture the commander."

Xia Yuan ejected the clip with only three rounds left, replaced it with a new one, and was about to go in with the gun in hand. Lao Yang grabbed him and motioned him to be careful.

"Don't worry, I react very quickly."

"It can be faster than a bullet, so be careful."

Xia Yuan nodded, rushed in with his gun in his hand, put away his gun when he saw the situation inside, and the others followed closely behind. The enemy's headquarters was in a mess, with several corpses lying on the ground. The official sat on the stool decadently, and when he saw the Chinese rushing in, he raised his hands without resisting.

"Hey, surrender is right, we Chinese give preferential treatment to prisoners."

Xia Yuan communicated with him in English.

The commander froze for a few moments, "You can speak English."

"English is very simple, isn't it? Surrender is a wise choice." Xia Yuan pointed to the soldiers behind him: "Our volunteers treat prisoners preferentially, which is always better than dying on the battlefield."

"You speak English really well. I hope what you say is true. I have nothing to do."

The commander shrugged his shoulders, relaxed slightly, and put his hands down. This action irritated Lao Yang and the others, and raised the muzzle of the gun to point at him. The commander quickly raised his hands in fright, and said, "Dude, Calm down, I don't have a weapon, mine is on the table."

Xia Yuan signaled them not to be reckless: "He has no weapons, the weapons are on the table."

When Wu Ping saw the pistol on the table, he stepped forward and put the pistol in his arms.

Lao Yang looked at Xia Yuan in surprise, and said, "You can also speak bird language."

"Know it a little bit, bird language is still very simple, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

Xia Yuan smiled, walked to the table, looked at the documents on the table, most of the documents had been torn up, and the embers of the documents were still burning in the stove next to it, obviously the commander burned some important documents Yes, but this is not a problem for the comrades in the rear who specialize in thinking about the enemy.

Xia Yuan did not continue to interrogate the commander, let Wu Ping and Ji Zhongning watch him, and let the wounded soldiers stay. He took Zhou Xingyong and Lao Yang outside and said: "The battle is not over yet, let's move faster , The rear is basically controlled by us, but the front line is not there yet. We can only reduce the pressure on the front line by attracting a platoon of enemies.

As he walked, he picked up the grenades and bullets that fell in the mud. After replenishing the bullets, he raised his head and used the sound to identify the position to hear the battle sounds from the front line.

Lao Yang and Zhou Xingyong also completed the replenishment of ammunition on the enemy's corpse. In the process of fighting the enemy, they consumed a lot of bullets, and the bullets on their bodies were not easy to replenish, so they had to replace the enemy's Thompson submachine gun. There would be bullets from the Thompson submachine gun on the body, and they picked up a few more grenades.

Zhou Xingyong also picked up two American recoilless guns, which are longer than the bazooka. They have little recoil and are more effective against American tanks and bunkers.

"With this thing, we can hit the foreign devils' bunkers one by one!" Lao Yang stroked a recoilless gun held in Zhou Xingyong's arms, and said, "I don't know when our country will be able to produce this thing. Each of our troops is equipped with it, so that when we attack the enemy's bunker, we don't have to let the soldiers use blasting tubes to blow it up."

"Everything will be there."

Xia Yuan carried one, put the big eight on his back, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the front line."

The U.S. troops on the front line moved away a platoon. The fighter jets were obviously not as good as before. Facing the attack of the Volunteers, their resistance was a little weak. If there were not three machine gun bunkers in a concave formation that could form cross-fire cover, this U.S. army would have It was smashed to pieces by volunteer soldiers.

"These foreign devils are really tenacious. They have fought three times, but they have not been defeated."

The soldiers charged three times, but failed to get down. Each time, they were only a little short. One of the enemy's three bunkers was blown up, and two remained. It was only a matter of time before these two bunkers were destroyed, and the enemy's firepower was still fierce. , The configuration of a company in the U.S. Army is far more luxurious than that of the Volunteer Army. Semi-automatic rifles, submachine guns, light and heavy machine guns, and recoilless guns. Poor, high cost, relatively small charge, and finally eliminated.The bazooka also existed in that period, but its effect on infantry was too small. It was not until it was used to deal with tanks that the bazooka's role was really highlighted. Up to now, there are many types of bazooka.

The individual quality of the U.S. military is far inferior to that of the Volunteers. They rely on powerful heavy firepower, dense artillery coverage, strong air supremacy, and powerful communications.

The right time, the right place, and the right people, it can be said that the U.S. military has all three things.

However, the Volunteer Army only has one person. Under such circumstances, the Volunteer Army soldiers are still fearless. The battle on the 336 Heights was particularly cruel. The Second Company, which was the main attacking team, suffered heavy losses. Facing the difficult situation, continuous attacks, and paying huge casualties, the third company successfully blew up the enemy's bunker, while the remaining two bunkers were still breathing machine gun flames. The U.S. troops in the trench cooperated with the U.S. troops in the bunker to hedge against the volunteer soldiers who came up Do a sweep.