A Dream of Jinling Chapter 310 Solving the Cow (23)

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"Give me a grenade!" Wei Jianjun calmly knelt on one leg behind the rock and said to the squad leader beside him.

The squad leader had already put the bullet pouch of the bullet in his hand to his chest, and while he took out the bullet and handed it to the company commander Wei Jianjun, he asked in a low voice: "Company commander, will this thing continue to be photographed?" ”

"Don't worry, since you start firing flares, you won't stop suddenly." Wei Jianjun took the bullet as he spoke, and he didn't dare to pull it away rashly in the dark night, so he held the wooden handle tightly in his hand.

Fang Cai's flare only hit once, and when the white light in the sky dissipated, the world suddenly returned to pitch black. The night was still dark, but the terrain that had just been illuminated made it impossible for the Liberation Army to have the feeling of advancing entirely on smear. Even when they return to darkness, memories allow the warriors to quickly return to the positions they once attacked.

The machine guns and rifles on the Yankee position that Wei Jianjun was about to attack at this time had long stopped, but the gunfire from the direction of the battalion headquarters in the distance was even more intense. As if to match the flares, the green flares flew into the air with more than a dozen rounds. Although he was very concerned about the troops of the two platoons that had returned to the battalion headquarters, Wei Jianjun quickly turned his attention to the battle in front of him.

In the dark night, there was no movement of the enemy, and judging by the sound, the Yankees on the position were also confused. They had probably never seen flares, and from the sporadic sounds, the Yankees were nervous. With a long sigh, Wei Jianjun felt that the beating of his heart was flattening, and the combat training of the Guangfu Army included the subject of night battle with flares. Wei Jianjun is very familiar with this, and whenever the flare pierces the night sky, he always reminds him of the days when he followed his mother to watch the fireworks of the Wuzhou festival when he was a child. The loud bang always made Wei Jianjun feel inexplicably tightened at that time, but holding his mother's warm palm and listening to his mother say "Don't be afraid" in Spanish made Wei Jianjun feel warm and safe, and the brilliant fireworks that lit up the night sky made Wei Jianjun feel dizzy.

Although the battlefield was completely different from his mother's side, Wei Jianjun still felt a certain peace and security. Perhaps because of this feeling, he felt that his brain had become much brighter. Fireworks are fired with artillery, and flares are fired with the same artillery. Almost at about the same interval, another trail of silvery-white light shot straight into the sky from below.

Wei Jianjun half-stood up and looked at the pitch-black position. A moment later, a white light illuminated the position again. The enemy position on the opposite side was crowded, Wei Jianjun probably judged that the enemy was more than thirty meters away from his troops, and saw a slope that might be able to walk straight to the enemy position, and after seeing this, he quickly retracted his body.

There were also squad leaders and several fighters around them, and after a few people communicated a little, the soldiers who didn't see clearly looked up at the slope slightly, and then retracted their heads.

"Company commander, let me lead someone to drop bombs." The third platoon leader whispered beside him.

Wei Jianjun was unhappy for a while, and the appearance of the third platoon leader made Wei Jianjun regret coming in person. The army takes obedience to orders as its duty, and the third platoon commander has repeatedly disobeyed orders. The squad that refused to give up being cut off by the enemy's firepower was still in the realm of being understood, and now trying to curry favor with Wei Jianjun was no longer within the scope of Wei Jianjun's acceptance.

But maybe it was because he was in a stable mood, Wei Jianjun didn't have any stern expression, he just said lightly: "I'll lead the team to throw bombs, and you will rush up." Three platoon commanders, lead the troops. It's up to you next. ”

The flares of the Liberation Army did not hit the sky one after another, although the flares were of the Liberation Army, but the light illuminated the entire battlefield without discrimination. A certain kind of darkness is good for the Guangfu army, which uses offense as its main means. So the second flare went off and the third flare did not come up immediately. Taking advantage of this gap, Wei Jianjun took half a squad of bombardiers and quietly touched it along the slope. Behind them, the third platoon commander led the troops of the other two squads to move up as well.

When he arrived at the predetermined position, Wei Jianjun did not speak again. He unscrewed the lid under the flick and inserted his head into the belt. His heartbeat began to rage with these things, and even his fingers couldn't help but start trembling slightly. If Wei Jianjun was not wrong, after a dozen seconds, the third flare would rise into the sky. At that time, it was Wei Jianjun's turn, who was less than twenty meters away from the enemy, to step forward and lead the soldiers to throw bullets at the enemy.

With a distance of less than twenty meters under the nose of the enemy, how would the enemy react to Wei Jianjun who was exposed to the light? Of course, Wei Jianjun thought that the enemy would be caught off guard, but this kind of rational thing did not let Wei Jianjun's ** get rid of his instinctive fear.

At this moment, a trail drawn by silver-white light appeared in the sky again, and Wei Jianjun took a deep breath. At this moment, he actually calmed down. He clearly saw that the trajectory that rose to the sky this time was not one, but two.

An even stronger white light illuminated the earth again, because without looking up, the light that was running straight in the air was blocked by the upper edge of the steel helmet, and failed to reach Wei Jianjun's pupils. In the shadow of the brim of the steel helmet, the American soldiers on the Yankee position blocked the light with their hands and tried to look up at the lively figures.

"Bomb dropping!" Wei Jianjun shouted in a low voice, his voice full of joy. After envisioning all kinds of unfortunate situations, seeing such a favorable reality, Wei Jianjun couldn't be happy.

After the first round of hand liu bullets were thrown, Wei Jianjun and those soldiers who were as happy as him had no cats on their waists, and immediately threw the second round of hand liu bullets at the Yankees' position. One of the fighters was extremely nimble with his hands and feet, and the moment the others threw two rounds, he was seen throwing a third hand at the Yankee's position with a very smooth movement.

At this moment, several Yankees who reacted quickly opened fire on the soldier, and in the sound of gunfire, Wei Jianjun shouted: "Lie down!" As he spoke, the warriors fell behind the rocks. The warrior who threw three hand-fired bullets also fell down on the covered rock without danger.

In the midst of the Yankees' gunfire, the roaring explosions rang out one after another in the Yankee positions, and the explosions were mixed with the screams and screams of the Yankees, and there was a ghost crying wolf howling on the positions above. After this night's tossing, Wei Jianjun's once extremely depressed mood was about to tremble happily at this time.

Instead of looking at the Yankees because he was too excited, Wei Jianjun straightened up slightly and looked behind. At this time, the troops behind should have taken advantage of the opportunity of the attack on the American position by hand-held bullets and rushed straight to the American position like a tiger and wolf. But what Wei Jianjun saw was that the troops were indeed moving, but they were the troops on the other side. The troops under the command of the third platoon commander did not even launch an operation.

What the hell are the three platoon commanders doing? Why didn't he move? Wei Jianjun was stunned at that time.

Now go back and see what this bastard is doing. As soon as this idea came out, Wei Jianjun vetoed it. What he hoped most at this time was to immediately lead his team to conquer this position controlled by the Americans. didn't even think about it, Wei Jianjun directly chose to follow his heart.

"Bomb again!" He shouted at the warriors beside him. At least half of the troops have set off, and according to the plan, the bomb-throwing troops led by Wei Jianjun will continue to drop bombs at this time to support those charging troops.

Half of it is fine, Wei Jianjun no longer has any other ideas about the third platoon leader. I waited until the end of this battle, Wei Jianjun thought calmly. At that time, he had to personally put the three platoon commanders on the spot to enforce battlefield discipline.

Hearing Wei Jianjun's order, the soldiers took advantage of the fact that there was no chance for a counterattack on the Yankees' position, and threw two rounds of hand-fired bombs at the Yankees' position.

Like Fang Cai, the warrior with quick hands and feet threw three more when others revealed two.

"Company commander, the other half of the troops are also coming up!" Just after Wei Jianjun threw the third hand bullet in a bit of a way, the soldiers beside him shouted.

"Get on the bayonet." Wei Jianjun didn't bother to look back. The idea of killing the third platoon commander has changed from impulse to persistence, and at this time, the third platoon commander commanded the troops to make any amazing moves that could not impress Wei Jianjun.

The fighters also did not talk nonsense, and the victory of Fang Cai made them fight high. Soon the bayonet flashed at the front end of the rifle, "Kill!" Wei Jianjun took the lead and jumped out of his hiding place, stepping on the rough stony ground and rushing upward. The distance of more than ten meters could be crossed in just twenty steps, and after a moment of rushing through this distance, Wei Jianjun carried a bayonet into the position that had been ravaged by the two-wheeled bullet.

The power of the grenade is not small, but the vitality of human beings is far stronger than that of Wei Jianjun. The Yankees' position was a flat pit with three machine guns in different directions on the edges, and the ground was littered with lightly wounded and seriously wounded US Federal Army. They screamed and screamed. Those who weren't injured were dizzy and helpless. Seeing someone rushing in suddenly, these already stunned Yankees didn't even think that these guys who suddenly appeared were enemies.

Opposite Wei Jianjun, a U.S. soldier stood up staggeringly, wanting to say something with a confused expression. Wei Jianjun shouted in English, "Kneel!" Surrender! When the guy heard this, he woke up like a dream and understood something. He screamed and ran away. One of the soldiers next to him went up and stabbed him in the back of the heart with a bayonet.

However, the light in the sky began to faint, and when he looked up, Wei Jianjun saw that the two flares were about to burn out. He couldn't care so much anymore, and he shouted "Kill!" After saying that, Wei Jianjun pulled out his revolver and began to shoot at the seemingly threatening U.S. federal troops. It was only a moment later, and the troops who followed Wei Jianjun into the encirclement also began to kill on a large scale.