Chapter 184: Night Battle

Waving goodbye to the wounded soldiers, the team fearfully crossed the valley where it had just been attacked, and climbed onto another mountain beam, because the battle was delayed for a little time, and after walking for another hour, the platoon commander decided to camp on the spot.

The platoon sent out as reinforcements belonged to the 3rd Armored Cavalry Division, and they were the regular army of the United States. Once you decide to set up camp, you should immediately dig out individual bunkers, set up machine guns, and set up guards, so that you can bury the pot and cook ...... Of course, "burying the pot to cook" is an old word, and it is used here only to indicate that the soldiers are going to eat battlefield meals.

In fact, the current individual ration soldiers do not need to light a fire, tear open the aluminum foil package, take out the lunch portion, and the shell of the lunch box begins to heat up automatically after touching the air. While waiting for the meal to be hot, the soldier dug a single bunker, and when the bunker was dug and the meal was hot, he could eat it directly with the lunch box.

The field lunch consists of a serving of beef, a serving of rice, and a variety of suspicious powders. When these powders are heated with water, they immediately turn into a variety of soup stocks. There were also soldiers who were lucky enough to have cocoa powder or chocolate powder in their meals, which were boiled and turned into a cup of hot chocolate, or hot cocoa. Some soldiers' powders can only be brewed with a glass of juice, or hot broth.

Each individual ration has a standard caloric rule, which is accurate to the gram. According to the supply standard of Lao Mei, a soldier needs 460 grams of beef, chocolate, vitamin-containing juice, and cigarette matches per day......

The taste of individual rations...... Alas, some people say it is delicious, but the unanimous evaluation of most soldiers is that it tastes so-so. However, after a large amount of combat exertion, the soldiers devoured their meals, and when the individual rations were swept away, the torn aluminum foil was re-wrapped in the lunch box, and then the aluminum foil was rolled into rolls, and when the soldiers got up and set off again, they threw the waste into the pit of the individual bunker, filled the pit, and all traces on the ground were gone.

In the evening, after climbing over an unknown number of small hills, only two squads of reinforcements remained, approaching a small col surrounded by mountains. At the bottom of the col, a ring of adobe houses was built along a stream, but these houses were built only on one side of the river, and on the other side of the river, there were no houses.

This is a typical Iraqi mountain village.

This is the last hiding place for the team before losing contact.

At this time, the col was quiet, and only the smoke from a few houses by the river showed that the col was still inhabited. The platoon commander motioned for the soldiers to prepare to fire flares, while he prepared the communication equipment and waited to communicate with the soldiers in the village.

The flare went out, and the three orange flares slowly fell, and the platoon commander's heart sank.

There is no signal

In the communication equipment carried by the soldiers, there was no sound of communication in any band.

The platoon commander stood up anxiously, holding a telescope to observe the small village in the col, when he was about to lose patience, a signal flare suddenly appeared from a house in the village, and when the signal flare rose into the air, the overjoyed platoon commander waved his hand, and the soldiers of the two squads rushed to the village in waves in a battle formation in groups of three.

However, An Feng and Argyle, as well as the two medics, remained in place. They crouched on a rock high up in the mountain, their guns loaded in the hands of the medics, and they looked nervous. And An Feng's expression was relaxed, and while squinting his eyes to observe the village, he shook his head, relieving the tension of the medical soldiers: "There is no problem, everything is normal in the village, but how can this small village trap dozens of soldiers armed to the teeth?" No, what a predicament our soldiers are in. ”

When An Feng didn't smoke or drink, he behaved like a normal doctor, and his words were full of doctor's seriousness.

The two medics slackened slightly, and by this time, the reinforcements had touched the area around the house from which the flares had emanated. They were packing up with each other and preparing to climb the courtyard wall, but at the same time, the courtyard was quiet, and the whole village seemed to be frightened by the flare just now, and even the dogs did not bark.

In the blink of an eye, several soldiers tumbled into the house. After a pause, the shouts of reinforcements rang out in the communication channel: "Safety. ”

After a while, another soldier who had climbed over the wall exclaimed, "Oh my God, what did I see, they were all wounded...... It's hell. ”

Hell is a bit of an exaggeration, the soldiers are really a little out of ammunition, their solar charging panels are damaged, all the communication facilities are out of power, they become blind decorations, because of the constant sniping of the armed elements wandering around, the surviving soldiers do not dare to leave the village, and the village is finally friendly to the soldiers, the village chief intervenes to shelter the wounded soldiers, and denies the entry of outsiders - in Iraq, the power of the tribes is very strong, and the militants do not dare to break into the unarmed villages at will.

Of course, perhaps the militants also wanted to surround the area and use the wounded soldiers as bait to snipe at the soldiers who rushed to the rescue. For example, the sniper attack of the reinforcements during the day is likely to be part of the forces of the militants. However, the Iraqis have never had a strong sense of fighting, and it is difficult to bite when they see reinforcements, except for the first team of men and horses who got the opportunity to shoot, the rest of the team saw that the situation was not good, and quietly hid.

Of course, it is possible that the rest of the men and horses are hiding in the cave, but along the way, the rescue soldiers saw the entrance of the cave, and threw a grenade into it, and they were so well supplied that they didn't care about the waste of ammunition, so many militants were buried in the cave......

Sitting leisurely on the mountain beam and watching the scenery, waiting for the platoon commander who rushed into the house to give a safety signal, An Feng took Argyle and walked towards the village.

The trapped squad had a total of two reinforced squads, and there were survivors. They tracked down a caravan all the way, and then received resistance from the end, and finally ran out of ammunition and food, and did not dare to act. Commander Fallujah launched two rescue operations, but the first was small, the second rescue helicopter was forced to return after a rocket attack, and the third and fourth rescue attempts were not able to reach the col.

Perhaps, although the previous rescues were not effective, the militants also exhausted their strength, which made An Feng and them choose a bargain, but maybe the militants did not lose their strength, they are still waiting for nightfall...... However, An Feng had decided not to participate in the matter of party fee gold, so during the entire treatment process, he acted like a qualified doctor, and he didn't say a word about it or ask any extra questions.

Part of the medicine An Feng brought with him was used by the helicopter pilot, and the rest of the medicine was not enough for people to distribute. And this man has been trapped in the mountains for eleven days, and now almost all of them are injured, at least mildly dehydrated.

After cleaning up a little, the platoon commander came over to discuss with An Feng: "We only have two squads of troops, and the rescue can come tomorrow, but the village chief refuses us to continue to stay in the village, I think about it, the temporary rest point we established at noon can still be used, I am ready to take the wounded soldiers to the temporary rest point to station, and wait until dawn tomorrow, after the rescue comes, we can return by helicopter." ”

"Is there no way?" An Feng groaned for a moment, and immediately spread out his hand: "Then, give me a sniper rifle." ”

The platoon commander looked at An Feng in surprise: "You decided?" Once you get a gun, you give up your identity as a doctor, and when you go to the battlefield, someone shoots at you, and there is nothing to say. ”

An Feng nodded, and the platoon commander immediately responded: "Of the twenty-three wounded soldiers, some of them can't hold guns anymore, so we have all kinds of guns, whatever guns you want to bring, I can be satisfied." ”

The platoon commander went out to find a gun for An Feng, An Feng glanced at Argyle, Argyle patted the tactical vest on his body, and immediately silently took off all the cigars on his body, and handed the remaining small wine bottle to An Feng...... After packing up, Argyle buttoned up his vest, looked at An Feng and said, "Sniper rifle, I'll come, you can take the electronic instrument and be mine, sniper assistant." ”

At this time, the rescue team was actually equivalent to a broken tooth, they carried an unmanned reconnaissance plane, brought four missiles, and when they walked along the way, they used more than half of the explosives to blow up all the visible holes. And now, the power of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft is insufficient, and at most it can only make one more flight. At the same time, the soldiers who were hurrying away did not hesitate to squander their ammunition in order to abandon the weight......

Now the "rich" soldiers have only two magazines left, and others have only half a magazine.

The trapped team of 23 people was also not optimistic, they followed the mysterious camel caravan to the very edge of Anshira province, and repeatedly rescued themselves after the siege. At first they were unimpressed by the siege...... Well, their tactical awareness is not strong, and when they encounter enemy resistance, they begin to call for air support, and when the air support is blocked, these people panic, but at this time they don't have much ammunition left, many people only have three or five bullets, just because Iraqi soldiers like to "instigate others to charge ahead", once everyone does not want to be this "other person", the battle enters a stalemate.

However, the Iraqi soldiers' fighting style is already tenacious in the Arab world. A year ago, there was a general battle of more than 10,000 people between two tribes in Afghanistan, and there was a joke that was heard all over the world: one side of the tribal armed forces of about 3,000 people, while the other side is said to have 8,000 people, the two sides "fiercely fought" for a day and a night, and only three casualties, one of them was old and decrepit, died of a heart attack, the other two fell down the valley and died, and finally the one was in a hurry to transfer the gun position, and pressed his hands on the hot barrel, resulting in serious burns, and died without proper medical treatment afterwards.

This result once shocked the jaws of children all over the world - even if 10,000 people threw stones face to face, for a day and a night, it would not be only three people who died in an accident, right? But Afghanistan can do it. Is this a war?

It is said that the battlefield coordinator of the US military is also watching the battle situation at the moment, and the guns and artillery on both sides have never stopped. It's not like every explosion doesn't kill or hurt anyone, right? If so, then this shooting effect is also amazing.

Could it be that more than 10,000 people fired guns and artillery on the battlefield, but the two sides tacitly aimed their guns at areas where the enemy would never appear and bombarded them repeatedly?

The firefight lasted a whole day and a night

It is said that after this "arduous battle," the victorious tribal armed leader was embarrassed to stick out his tongue and ran to the US military battlefield coordinator, looking like he was about to be exhausted, and stretched out his hand to ask the US military for ammunition and artillery shells, as well as for the hardship of the battlefield and the food and farming expenses...... Wait a minute.

It is said that there was a feud between the two tribes that fought for a thousand years. So when the two tribes collided head-on, many military scientists thought it was a battle that would never stop fighting, and who would have thought that they would fight a completely Arabian war - everyone sat in the garden and listened to whose soldiers made the loudest and most lasting noise, so as to decide the outcome of the war.

Compared with them, the Iraqis, who are willing to charge during the battle and take a few steps forward towards the enemy, are definitely the "strongest Arab army"

To tell the truth, the US military's sense of battle is not much stronger than that of the Iraqis, but the cowardice cannot stand the US military's sufficient supplies and advanced technical means...... Alas, perhaps the inventors of those cutting-edge weapons came up with the idea of using high technology to make up for the lack of courage of the US military because the US military was weak by nature.

An hour later, the group of wounded soldiers and reinforcements walked out of the village together, and the twenty-three wounded soldiers were carried by those who could not walk, and those who could walk were supported by each other, and among these twenty-three people, there were also people suffering from battlefield syndrome, with no scars on the outside, but extremely timid on the inside, so that they could not hold a gun, could not stand up straight, and could not walk.

At this time, night fell.

The night in the mountains is exceptionally dark.

Iraqis always say that the day is American's and the night is Iraqi's. This sentence is embodied in the mountainous areas, that is, those gunmen who dare not show their faces during the day dare to move at night - their shooting is aimless, this is certain, even the American army with night vision devices, the accuracy rate of shooting at night is only a little more than one thousandth, so how much better can the Iraqis be to capture the target completely with the naked eye?

However, when you are in the night sky full of guns, you know that shooting accuracy is science, but when you use your own life to verify this scientific statistics, I am afraid that no one will dare to try.

That's how the "battlefield syndrome" came about.

Not long after the group walked out of the village, a gunshot rang out on a nearby hill, firing the first shot of the night battle. Suddenly, on the black and charming hills, ravines, and mountain beams, scattered sounds sounded one after another.

It has to be said that as night soldiers, the tactical actions of the Iraqis were very unprofessional, they did not add a flame suppressor to the muzzle, and the flames from the muzzle were clearly visible, so that every bullet was like a playful child igniting the colored bead cylinder, and the bullets flew with a bright tail flame.

As soon as the shots rang out, several of the 23 people trapped collapsed on the spot, refusing to move forward.

If they refuse to advance, they will be fine, and the rest of the soldiers can carry them with them, or even carry them away. But the soldiers suffering from "battlefield syndrome" are unreasonable, and when someone helps them, they desperately kick their feet and dance and shout screams, completely uncaring that their shouts reveal their targets.

"Doctor, are there any tranquilizers?" The platoon commander was a little impatient, and he aimed at a few soldiers who refused to leave, and hinted to An Feng to do something - instead of letting them continue like this, it was better to let them fall asleep, so that everyone could carry them away.

"Don't be so troublesome", An Feng immediately crawled towards a few crying soldiers.

At this time, all the soldiers were lying on the ground, and the place where they lay down was not far from the village, and they did not even climb the nearest hill to the village. At night, the climate in the mountains was a little cold, and the grass was wet, An Feng swam like a snake to the side of several battlefield syndrome patients, he pressed the other party into his arms, and comforted them softly. The patient did not resist An Feng's action of letting them lie down, but the strange thing was that every soldier who was crying endlessly came to An Feng's arms, and it was silent for only a while.

When the noise subsided, the platoon commander climbed to An Feng's side and asked in surprise: "How did you do it, I remember that you only had two shots of tranquilizers left, saying that they were spare and could only be used in an emergency, and you used them all?" ”

An Feng shook his head, stretched out his thumb, and explained: "Pressing the carotid artery can ⊥ soldiers to sleep temporarily, they just need to sleep, they are too nervous, sleep can be their relaxation." ”

The platoon commander pointed ahead: "Doctor, you stay where you are and take care of these patients, I will take a few people over to occupy the highest point first, and then send people to pick you up in waves." ”

An Feng shook his head, he took out the special pistol that Suzanne gave him from his arms, and muttered, "It's dark." ”

When it gets dark, An Feng doesn't have a good temper.

Argyle understood An Feng best, he stuffed the sniper rifle in his arms to the person next to him, and began to fiddle with the pistol himself. An Feng looked up and said to the platoon commander: "At this time, you need the most elite soldiers, and your soldiers are exhausted, leave a few people to take care of the wounded soldiers, you know, I am not weak and powerless." ”

After speaking, An Feng pointed in a random direction: "You get me a set of individual communication equipment, Argyle helped me bring enough batteries, I am responsible for that direction, and we will keep in touch at any time." ”

The platoon commander thought for a moment and immediately nodded in agreement. In the half-day battle, An Feng didn't do anything, smoking and drinking wine all the way, he is indeed the most physical in the team today. No matter what, legend has it that these military doctors have some backs of the intelligence department, and since this gentleman wants to make a move, let him show it.

The platoon commander lay on the spot, lowered his voice and shouted: "Send two individual communication equipment, hurry up." Who among you continues to fight, test the bullets and guns, I need all the people who can fight. ”

After the individual communication equipment was sent, An Feng and Argyle skillfully adjusted the channel and shared the tactical glasses with the platoon commander, which made the platoon commander look a little sideways, of course, he was more assured of An Feng's attack.

Gunfire was still ringing out around me.

An Feng lay on the ground and looked around, he leaned over to adjust the individual equipment to the infrared night vision function, and then half-hunched over, leading Argyll to the distance. When the platoon commander saw that the playboys were all on the battlefield, he couldn't sit still, and hurriedly led a few of his subordinates to climb up the mountain beam......