Zhou only learned today that the old soldier of the Volunteer Army hissed four days ago, and he was very sorry. Shame on him, see him in his lifetime. I can only say to him here: "Go all the way".

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Chapter 9 Bamboo Flute

"Yikes!" I shouted and jumped towards the tank in front of me, but unfortunately the tank was five or six meters away from the ridge of the mountain, and the mud and slope of the hillside made it impossible for me to jump on top of it. But fortunately, I've always been very self-aware, and I knew I couldn't jump onto the tank in one go before I jumped out. So I chose to land on the barrel that was turning towards me."

How I wish the barrel of the Flying Tank had been thicker, or that I had practiced tightrope walking before, so that I could walk on the barrel of the tank like a tightrope acrobat and easily throw a grenade into the cockpit to give it a blow."

But unfortunately, neither of these assumptions I made were valid, I had never learned to walk a tightrope, and the barrel of the Xiafei tank was only very narrow, although this width was not very narrow, but the barrel was round. At this time, I couldn't help but complain again about why the inventors of the tank didn't make the barrel square.

So I had to use the most earthy way possible, and my feet fell on the barrel of the gun. Just take advantage of it and move forward

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Listening to the sound of "horn," I smashed the front armor of the tank hard. The sound reminded me of the butcher who sold the 'meat' of the pig and slammed half of the 'meat' on his shoulder on the board.

I couldn't help but cough a few times because of the pain in my stomach and chest, but only a few mouthfuls of blood came out. I didn't rush to check my injuries, I 'drawn' the grenade and pulled the string, and got up from the pain all over my body. Send that only grenade into the cockpit of the tank.

There were a few strange screams from the Yankees inside the tank, and they couldn't seem to imagine how the grenade had appeared in their cockpit, but not long after. The sound of the grenade explosion quickly made them accept this harsh reality. Because they no longer made a voice of protest.

When I looked up after the explosion, I saw that there were enemy tanks and groups of infantry following behind the tanks, and the sound of gunfire on the battlefield drowned out the muffled sound of the tank I had just blown up. The American GIs didn't even notice me, the Chinese soldier lying on the tank.

It was then that I regretted that I didn't bring the sniper rifle with me, because if I had carried it, I wouldn't have had a pistol like I do now," but then I suddenly noticed that the 'high-firing' machine gun in front of the tank turret was on my head.

"Tart, oh must," with a deafening 'desire' of gunfire. The bullet casings were jumping in front of me like fish caught in a net, and I only felt the muzzle of the gun constantly flashing and shaking in front of me, and the American troops fell down in a row spraying blood in front of the muzzle. At this time, the U.S. troops were hiding behind the tanks relatively intensively, and when they were suddenly swept and 'shot' by me, they immediately fell into a pool of blood, and the U.S. troops who were not hit were so frightened that they either turned around and ran, or lay on the ground.

The high-altitude 'shooting' machine gun is designed to increase the tank's air defense capability, so its penetrating power is naturally beyond doubt, and its one bullet can easily penetrate three or four enemies.

But just as I was dreaming triumphantly, I suddenly heard a loud bang, and a fire broke out in front of my eyes. Before I could react to what was going on, I was pushed backwards by the qi 'wave', and then a sharp pain in my back made me vomit two mouthfuls of blood again. Look again at the tank I was standing on. Half of the turrets were blown off. I thought to myself, if I hadn't been standing behind the turret just now, I am afraid that I would not have been able to find even a single organ now.

I tried to stand up, but a sharp pain in my chest finally made me give up on my plan.

There was a Sherman tank right in front of it, and the shot seemed to be its masterpiece, and it seemed to have discovered that I was still alive. The creaking sound of the tracks turned slowly, and the muzzle of the machine gun in front of the tank moved, which seemed to be aimed at me,

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, but there was no fear in my heart. I have been accustomed to seeing life and death in wars until now, and I have seen a lot of tragic scenes when people die, and now it seems that they have become numb.

I just think about it sometimes. A group of people on the battlefield may not be considered alive, it should be said that they are all in a state of half-life and half-death, and people in this state will not care about the life of the enemy, nor will they care about their own life. Killing the enemy is heroic. It is a relief for the enemy to kill himself, and I seem to be one of them.

But it seemed that I could not be relieved, and at this last moment, I saw a huge grenade like a turnip-headed jump over my head, roll in the air and fly towards the Sherman tank, and then I heard a loud bang, and the tank shook like a giant, and then a puff of black smoke went on for a while, and then it never moved again.

It was the first time I'd seen the power of an anti-tank grenade, but I couldn't have imagined it being powerful enough to penetrate the front armor of a medium tank like the Sherman. In my modern knowledge, anti-tank grenades can only penetrate millimeters of armor, while Sherman's front armor is heard

Later I learned that my luck, or rather the luck of Huzi, was really good, and the anti-tank grenade he threw hit the junction between the turret and the chassis, which is where the front armor piercing of the tank is most vulnerable.

Before I could see who it was. I was lifted up by a man and carried on my shoulder. Then he ran up and down to the ground. I don't have to think about it, I know it's a tiger, and there has never been anyone in our camp who can carry a person and run fast. It's just that I pity my stomach that was shocked, and now I was pushed by Huzi's shoulder, and I jumped on the road so much that my intestines almost vomited.

I wanted to slow down Huzi, but the thick blood in Huzi's mouth gushed into his nose when he was hung upside down on Huzi's shoulder, and his mouth was only panting, and seeing the machine gun bullet chasing after Huzi's heel, I could only endure it.

After a long while, I finally ran to the position, and only listened to the "Tom! "A bang. Caught off guard, he was slammed to the ground by Huzi again, only to feel that his eyes were black and white for a while, and his throat was sweet and he spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"!" After taking a few breaths to recover some strength, I couldn't help but scold: "Huzi, can't you be careful?" If you go to rescue the wounded like this, even if the wounded don't die, you will lose half of their lives! ”

"Huh! What else can you talk about? Zhao Yongxin's voice came from beside me, and I realized that there were several people gathered around, all of whom looked at me with surprised eyes.

The old squad leader nervously 'touched' me for a while, and wiped the blood off my face with a 'wool' towel, and then relieved my heart: "I didn't suffer any injuries, but I was shocked!" ”

"What? Not dead yet? At this time, Huzi couldn't help but be stunned: "This kid is really fateful." You can't die if you get blown up like that on a tank! ”

"You're a tiger!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Feelings, you were still carrying a corpse just now?" ”

"That, Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, it's no wonder I'm not surprised!" Huzi couldn't help but 'touch' his head and said: "The shot you received when you stood on the tank just now was so strange and scary, we all thought you were heroic, but we didn't expect it."

"I guess it's the Yankees' tanks blocking shrapnel!" The old squad leader also smiled incredulously: "If this is such a cannon in the trenches, then how can there be a human figure!" ”

"What are you doing?" I gulped a few mouthfuls of blood from my mouth, sat up straight and scolded, "You don't have to fight, do you?" All gathered together and waiting for the Yankees' shells to serve us

"Yes!" The warriors answered and quickly dispersed.

After the soldiers left, I leaned into the trench and gently 'kneaded' my chest, which still had a sharp pain, and I couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth in my heart. Although the volunteer soldiers are unwilling to give up the corpses of their comrades, most of them are disposed of by the logistics staff after the war, and they are desperate to snatch me like Huzi just now, no, I am not dead yet, I can't say that the corpse!

In any case, this is not common even on this battlefield where there is a lot of bullets. Unless it is a comrade-in-arms with a very deep affection, or a superior who they respect in their hearts. What kind of heart do I belong to them? Comrade-in-arms or superior? Or is it both?

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui! Your gun! "Then a little warrior I didn't know ran up to me and handed me a sniper rifle that I had dropped.

I took the gun and nodded to the soldier with emotion.

The warrior smiled happily. His smile was pure, and his eyes shone with a light of trust and adoration, as if it was an honor to be able to do something for me. Then, before I could say thank you, he turned and ran back into the smoke of gunfire. The moment he turned, I noticed a bamboo flute hanging from his waist.

That's when I realized that I had conquered not only the Yankees' tanks and soldiers, but also the soldiers of my own battalion. The Volunteer Army is a force that fights hard battles! The people they admire and admire are also people who are not afraid of death and can fight tough battles. Although I have performed enough in front of Huzi, Zhao Yongxin and others, most of the new recruits know nothing about me. As far as they are concerned, I became their deputy battalion commander as soon as I arrived, and some of them may still be a little unconvinced in their hearts. But after that battle, I think they've changed their minds.

There were suddenly a few faint shouts of killing in the sound of gunfire, and I couldn't help but look at the battlefield again, although every slight movement would make me feel a sharp pain in my chest, although it was difficult for me to breathe when lying on the ground now, but I knew that these were nothing compared to the soldiers fighting below.

There was some muddy water on the scope, and I pulled some cotton wool from the lining of my jacket to wipe it clean. I smiled self-deprecatingly while wiping, my current position is only a little more than a hundred meters away from the battlefield, I don't need a scope to see the battle situation clearly, but now the scope is like my glasses in modern times. I'm really not used to it.

A dense burst of gunfire made me throw away the cotton wool in my hand and set up my rifle again, and then I realized that under the 'crossing' fire of the highland volunteers on both sides, most of the American infantry had retreated. The tank rampaged into the depth of our defense, while the infantry following the tank was in front of the fire of our position. The U.S. troops, who had lost the cover of tanks, of course, could not withstand the attack of the volunteers and retreated.

Although the Su Concubine rifle is not a good thing, it is equipped with a large number of ***sha submachine guns and turns

Fourth, the deletion of Huaizhen has increased the firepower of our army a lot. Of course, I think that the rout of the US troops is also inseparable from the results of the battle when I climbed into the enemy's tank and strafed and 'fired' with anti-aircraft machine guns, because I found that at least a quarter of the corpses of the US troops lying on the ground were piled up in the position where I had just 'shot'.

It was easy for the American infantry to retreat, but it was different with the tanks in front, and those tanks did not expect the infantry behind to retreat so quickly. The observer would be knocked out quickly if he came out, so the tankers could not grasp the situation in the outside world in a closed space. When he received the order to retreat on the radio, he suddenly found that the infantry behind him had already disappeared without a trace, and then he hurriedly turned around and fled.

The volunteers would not let go of this good opportunity, and soon organized more than a dozen demolition teams to jump out of the trenches and chase after the tanks that wanted to escape. The demolition team is generally composed of three people, the first demoman with an anti-tank grenade or blasting canister, the second demoman with an explosive 'charge' bag, and the third demoman with a submachine gun for cover, and is responsible for 'shooting' the tank crew who crawled out of the tank after it was blown up.

This arrangement was also very reasonable, but the fighters had too little experience in fighting tanks, and they didn't know how to avoid the blind spot of the machine gunners on the tank.

But the fighters did not flinch, nor did they stop attacking, the first Demoman fell and the second Demoman fell, the second Demoman fell, the third Demoman picked up the explosives bag and went up, one team of Demomen fell and the other team rushed up.

Some demolition teams managed to get close to the enemy tanks under the cover of the craters, and then raised their anti-tank grenades and threw them at the enemy tanks. However, the anti-tank grenade weighed more than a pound than the ordinary grenade, and the soldiers who had not undergone bomb throwing training could not hit the moving tanks at all.

The machine guns on the tank frantically fired at the volunteers who rushed towards them, especially the Pershing tank, when it turned the chassis and turned around, the turret could still aim at the volunteer soldiers, and then I only listened to the bang, I saw the soldiers waving their hands and feet when they were blown up, and I also saw the exploded bodies rushing up into the air and falling heavily,,

"With a whoosh, a rocket with a long tail slammed into a Pershing tank, and just as I applauded the accuracy of this bomb, I saw the Pershing tank slowly drive forward through the smoke and like nothing. The still-roaring motor seemed to prove to the volunteers that the Soviet-style 40 rocket launcher could not pose a threat to it at all, and the machine guns mounted on its side gnawed at patches of dirt around it. It seems to tell us that it can easily tear apart all creatures that are close to it.

Just as the Pershing tank was about to break out of our position, I spotted something wriggling in front of him in the scope. It was a man whose 'legs' had been blown up and didn't know where to fly, his stomach was open, and his intestines were dragging far behind him, like a burdensome belt. Maybe the blood has been drained, and I don't see the red blood.

I could clearly see his face deformed by pain in the scope, I always thought I didn't know him, because he was covered in mud and blood and I was not sure if he was an American soldier or a volunteer, but when I saw the bamboo flute on his waist, I was shocked, I couldn't associate this face with the face of the little soldier who had just handed me the gun and smiled so brightly.

I can be sure that he will not live more than five minutes, and watching him crawl forward with difficulty little by little, shaking spasmodically with every movement, so difficult and painful. I don't know what he's going to do, except that his eyes are fixed on the Pershing tank that is getting closer and closer, and then I see him turn over with the last of his strength, and two anti-tank grenades are pulled out of his bloody and blurred intestines.

"Boom ". With a loud bang, the Pershing tank's tracks let out a shrill scream, drove a little further, and finally lowered its proud head. The location where this Pershing tank was blown up happened to be the exit between the two high ground where our army was stationed was only about 20 meters wide, and there were originally four or five blown up tanks parked here.

"Kill!"

"Revenge for Comrade Xu Zeming"

Only then did I know that the little soldier with the bamboo flute was named Xu Zeming, and this little soldier used his last bit of life to block the path of the enemy's steel troops retreating, and 'aroused' the courage and anger in the hearts of the soldiers. Regardless of whether the fighters had explosives or did not, some even jumped out of the trenches and rushed towards the enemy's tank groups with only rifles.

With a few roars, several tanks were soon blown into a ball of fire, so frightened that the machine gunners in the other tanks no longer dared to shoot and resist, but they did not dare to open the cabin and surrender, they were afraid that they would be beaten into a sieve by the angry fighters as soon as they came out.

There was a stalemate for a while, and it was only when the fighters were brandishing explosive packets and grenades in front of their machine guns that they opened the top cover of the tank and slowly stretched out a white flag. If you want to know what will happen next, please log in... Can, more chapters, support for the work