With an automatic rifle in hand, he cautiously searched into the mountain bay.

On the hill where he had destroyed five enemy troops, the shells went down in a straight line on the top of the hill, and soon destroyed the place where he had fought in less than a minute after he left. He ran the best 100m of his life at the fastest pace.

Now the artillery fire is unabated, and the whole mountain is trembling.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter any resistance all the way to Shanwan, and it was very smooth.

After arriving at Shanwan, I moved forward to find that there was no place on my body that was dry. Sweat and dew, and the blood that had just been stained on the ground, soaked all over.

At this time, the heavy liberation shoes were also full of water, and they made a "poof" sound when they walked.

These special stab-proof shoes with steel plates under the foot plate are even heavier when they are stained with mud.

He paused to catch his breath for a while, then quickly rested and regained his strength. The bay was relatively quiet, and the sound of artillery fire was no longer violent, but it had become dull and seemed to be far away.

At this time, the individual soldier infiltrated, and the line of sight in the mountains and jungles was not good, so he had to rely on his own reaction speed. Gripping his automatic rifle tightly, he cautiously searched forward, while repeatedly admonishing himself: "Fire first, fire first!" ”

Jungle combat has a bad sight, encounters with the enemy, and no automatic rifle is very disadvantageous. When he got up and ran to avoid the fire, he didn't go back to find and take the sniper rifle with him.

He looked up at the sky, and it seemed that the artillery fire would not fall here. Touching it all the way in, there are places where the grass is messy, and the lodging phenomenon is serious, especially by the ditch, and there are obvious shoe prints on the liberation of shoes.

Moving forward, judging that all this must have been left by the lurking troops last night, and now the lurking troops have attacked, and there is silence in the mountain bay, and there is no shadow of a person.

After constant observation and attention, he was convinced that there were no enemy positions in this mountain bay.

But the military situation is changing rapidly, the artillery fire just now is so strong, and the lurking troops have passed for so long, will there be a guy who has temporarily evaded the bombs here? Therefore, we must not be careless and relax our vigilance.

He held the gun tightly and continued to search with his eyes wide open, while repeatedly admonishing himself in his heart to react quickly and fire before the enemy fired.

Gradually, the phenomenon of the grass lodging was no longer visible, and only the scattered traces of people walking through it were occasionally.

Moving forward and continuing to go up slowly, the grass grew denser and denser, and later, it was too rich to walk, and you can imagine how good the sight was.

He was climbing up in the grass when he suddenly heard a "bang" on the ridge twenty or thirty meters in front of him, and a vicious and concise shouting voice came.

It's the enemy! Xiang Qian did not have time to lie down in the sudden high tension, and the gun in his hand was immediately pointed at the place where the sound came from, and the finger spasmed the tongue of the gun, and opened fire violently.

The muzzle of the automatic rifle spewed fireworks, and bullets rained down. For a moment he heard someone screaming, followed by the sound of someone falling and rolling in the grass.

The bullets of the enemy's counterattack hit him beside him, and the grass shook incessantly. He still didn't lie down and dodge, but screamed like a vent: "Rush, ......" and rushed forward while fighting.

Until he ran out of two magazines in one breath and could no longer hear any movement in front of him, he was still desperately rushing forward, pulling the bolt and shouting at a shriek.

Changing the magazine again, he pulled the bolt as he ran, and continued to fire and rush upwards.

Rushing out of the grass, he saw that it was an enemy forward machine-gun position, and there were three people. The machine gunner was apparently shot at the first time and lay there.

Another rolled to the side, crushing a patch of grass, spreading out on all fours, and in one hand holding an aid weapon identical to his.

The other guy was a wounded soldier with a bandage on his head, sitting on the ground next to the machine gunner, leaning on the machine gun, a Soviet-style automatic rifle on his lap, and bleeding from his chest.

Gasping forward, he shot several more shots at the heads of several people, just in case he didn't die. Then he stopped and looked around, and there was a bush around him, and he couldn't see anything. If the attacking force chooses to fight here, it is unknown how many casualties will be caused by this well-concealed machine-gun position.

Turning his head, he saw that the guy with the bandage on his head was still sitting like that. He stepped over and kicked him down, then picked up his ammo to replenish himself.

It was only then that he discovered that the entire machine-gun position was quite rich in ammunition, and the machine-gun bullets were at least several thousand. There was an inexhaustible supply of ammunition for automatic rifles, and there were three boxes of Soviet-made handleless grenades in the grass next to them, which was a good thing. He took what he could use and armed himself as best he could.

Now I have magazines in my trouser pockets on both sides, and they are bulging. It's a pity that the training bag was lightly reduced during the forced march last night, otherwise it would have been possible to load dozens of handleless grenades and throw them when they encounter trenches or tunnels.

He cleaned the battlefield quickly, panting all the time, sweating profusely on his forehead. The Gaoping dual-purpose machine gun can't be taken away, this thing can't fall into the hands of the enemy anymore, it has to be blown up.

Once all the enemy's weapons had been gathered, he tied a grenade with a handle to the barrel of the machine gun with grass, and hoisted a few Soviet-made objects underneath. After looking at it, he felt very satisfied, and then he picked up half a box of grenades and continued to climb up the ridge.

About 30 meters up, there was no movement. There is not much grass on this side of the ridge, and it has become a shrub and weed, and it is completely dense after that. Relatively speaking, it was still quiet, and the sound of gunfire was far away.

There was a tree in front of him, and he ran over, put down the box on his shoulder, then took out the magazine in his trouser pocket, replaced it with a grenade, lifted his gun, and went down the road again.

After going down for more than ten meters, he found a huge raised stone next to him, so he half-crouched there and threw a few grenades down.

The detonation was successful, and the sound of a loud chain of explosions drowned out the fierce gunfire in the distance.

As soon as the explosion stopped, he quickly got up and rushed up the hill.

As soon as I ran to the temporary ammunition storage point, I heard someone running from the dense forest.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, there were about four or five people coming. He couldn't see it, and he didn't dare to shoot, for fear of accidentally injuring his own people, so he used the cover of the tree to shout: "What person? ”

Before he could finish speaking, the bullets of several automatic rifles swept over.

This time I missed the opportunity! Moving forward, remorseful, he quickly threw a few grenades at him and fired back, sweeping the grass in front of him.

The enemy was so fierce that the bullets from his rifle almost rained down, and he had to fall to the ground. Following the shouts of the enemy, they split up and fanned out, only to hear the rumbling of the grass in front of them.

The enemy was getting closer, forcing him back. As soon as he retreated, the half box of Soviet-made grenades was in front of him.