A Dream of Jinling Chapter 311 Solving the Cow (24)

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One by one, the flares rose into the sky, without interruption in between. In the bleak white light, Wei Jianjun commanded the troops and began to clean up the battlefield. One of the troops lifted their shoulders and one lifted their feet, throwing the killed Yankees down a ramp behind the position. The Yankees occupy a really good position, such a concave high ground is condescending, and the Yankees leave three machine guns on the position, from which they can control a large area of flat land and the shore of the lake.

The U.S. federal troops, who had been entrenched here not long ago, were indeed extremely panicked when they were attacked suddenly, but they did not give up, and some of them immediately launched a counterattack against the Liberation Army. As long as you dare to fight, you can make the opponent bleed. There were 20 men in the three platoons rushing into position, and the total number of US Federal Army troops on the opposite side was in the hundreds. At least seven or eight people immediately launched a counterattack, and in the ensuing battle, Wei Jianjun did not know how many people also participated in the counterattack.

Wei Jianjun couldn't remember the battle process at all, and he didn't have any intention of remembering it clearly. The only thing that is extremely clear in his memory is that Wei Jianjun gave up the bayonet and rifle, and he pulled out his revolver and shot all the Yankees in front of him who did not fall to the ground. How many people were killed when they fell to the ground, Wei Jianjun forgot it completely. On the contrary, he remembered one detail clearly, except for the six bullets on the original turntable, he used three rapid loaders in between. That's a full twenty-four rounds.

I don't know when the flares did not pause one after another, and the flares released a miserable white light that did illuminate a qiē, but it also absorbed almost all the colors strangely, turning the whole world into a monotonous world of black and white. The skin color is a miserable white, the green or blue uniforms are gray or dark gray in varying concentrations, and the blood stains are pitch black.

The Yankees, whose faces were as pale as ghosts, seemed to use rifles, pistols, and some even drew daggers, or rushed up with their bare hands. Wei Jianjun remembered that as long as they didn't fall, he would shoot these enemies in the head. In the beginning, he had to face the enemy alone. Not long after, before he could shoot, the enemy was knocked down by bullets or stabbed to death with a bayonet by a soldier of the Liberation Army who came from the flank. With this kind of assistance, Wei Jianjun felt that he had more time to focus on finding and killing his enemies more effectively.

It was an indescribable state, and Wei Jianjun felt that the whole world was like a huge machine, which used invisible gears to squeeze him tightly, forcibly backlogged all thoughts that had nothing to do with the battle out of Wei Jianjun's mind. Anger, panic, and horror, all of this qiē are still there. But he was obviously isolated from Wei Jianjun's spiritual world at this time, and all his feelings seemed to be outside a solid membrane, and inside this membrane was Wei Jianjun as a simple killing machine.

Knowing that the battle was over, Wei Jianjun still couldn't liberate himself from that state. That spiritual membrane seems to be very thin, but it is actually stronger than Wei Jianjun's simple rational feeling. All emotions are still perfectly isolated from consciousness. In this state, Wei Jianjun decisively gave the order to clean up the battlefield and occupy the high ground.

Maybe the Yankees' attention is not here, maybe Wei Jianjun's offensive speed is too fast. In short, the Yankees seemed to have completely failed to notice that such an important position had been taken away by the Liberation Army. They did not send troops to regain them, nor did they send troops to liaise. The Liberation Army was able to calmly throw hundreds of corpses out of the position, and the blood left on the position was quickly dispersed by the lake breeze. In addition to carefully adjusting the machine guns, the soldiers of the troops threw the Yankees' rifles together, and no one cared at all. This black medicine bullet is not compatible with the rifles of the Liberation Army, and the troops have not the slightest interest in this bullet with limited power.

In the strange black and white color of the flares, Wei Jianjun actually saw a rapid loader on the empty ground. He leaned over to pick it up, wiped it on the bullet pouch, and put it in. Putting away this auxiliary gadget, Wei Jianjun did not stop, and now that he had eliminated all feelings, he told him that he must continue to do those work related to the battlefield. So Wei Jianjun took out his revolver and began to reload the bullets, and the next battle may start soon. The rationality of the battle drove Wei Jianjun to look for an opportunity to continue fighting. Even if the enemy did not begin to attack the high ground, Wei Jianjun decided to lead his troops away from the high ground to attack the enemy's flank.

Wei Jianjun's forced ethereal mind was running very calmly, since the US Federal Army did not find that the high ground was taken away by the Liberation Army, this means that the enemy either does not have enough troops to take care of so much, or the enemy's attention is not here at all at this time. If it was the former, Wei Jianjun's attack from the flank and rear could lead the enemy to suffer from the enemy's back, doubling the plight of their insufficient troops. If it was the latter, Wei Jianjun's attack from the flank would have been able to lead the enemy to a flank and back, causing an unexpected setback to the military operation they were trying to complete. From any point of view, this is very good for the combat situation.

Of course, what is good for the whole battle is dangerous for the troops participating in the war. Not to mention that the troops at this time also suffered casualties, and the troops of the twenty men at the time of the attack lost another six fighters at this time. With Wei Jianjun, there were sixteen uninjured soldiers who were able to enter the battle. Even if the lightly wounded can continue to fire with machine guns, they will probably be able to protect themselves. But the future of the sixteen people who attacked is difficult to judge.

Wei Jianjun wanted to bring back to his brain the fear of being cut off from reason, but his spirit refused to do so. It's wonderful to be in such a state of pure fighting and killing. There is no fear, no joy, all immersed in pure battle. Although it takes a lot of body to maintain such a state, there is no fear or joy, and the pain of life is also swept away in this state.

In such an ethereal mind, Wei Jianjun made a very rational judgment, if he wanted to advance with the troops, he needed to settle an old account. While continuing to reload, Wei Jianjun calmly asked the second squad leader of the third platoon beside him, "What about your platoon leader?" Call him over. ”

The second squad leader couldn't see Wei Jianjun's expression clearly, and everyone's expressions under the flare looked extremely weird. However, the second squad leader could hear the murderous aura in Wei Jianjun's voice, and the seemingly calm tone and calm reloading action could explain a lot in itself. Many soldiers' anger and killing intent will be mixed, and there are also many soldiers' killing intent and anger that are clearly distinguished. After Wei Jianjun finished reloading, he closed the magazine and put on the insurance, took out the rapid loader that had just been put into the magazine, and loaded it with bullets. Seeing that the second squad leader was silent, Wei Jianjun continued: "Go, call your platoon leader." ”

The second squad leader was about to explain, but when he saw two soldiers coming up with one on the edge of the position, he said to Wei Jianjun in a deep voice: "Company commander, our platoon commander...... Here it ......."

Wei Jianjun glanced at it, took out a left ** step and walked towards the person who was brought up. After only two steps, his stride became smaller. After taking two more steps, he inserted the revolver back into the holster. It can be seen that the second platoon commander was seriously injured, and there were large black marks on the gauze wrapped around his head and on his face. If it was during the day, it would have been a crimson blood stain, but now it looks completely black. The blood-stained face was even more frighteningly white.

"Company commander, after you dropped the bombs, the enemy began to shoot below. The platoon commander was about to lead the team to rush up, but he was shot. We tried to save the platoon commander, but we couldn't charge immediately. The second squad leader lowered his head and told Wei Jianjun what had happened.