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Chapter 104: The Transmission of Life

"Bang bang" With two imperceptible gunshots, the two American soldiers who were lying on the ground holding machine guns arrived on the ground without saying a word.

Maybe they were screaming, but it was muffled by the rumble of the shells, so I didn't hear it. The reason why I chose the two of them to strike first was because they were already lying on the ground, and even if I killed them, they wouldn't have much movement. There is not much movement, which means that the other two are unlikely to find out that there is a situation.

Sure enough, under the cover of darkness and rumbling artillery, the death of the comrades did not attract the attention of the two smoking American soldiers, who were still leisurely swallowing the clouds and spitting fog, and one of them seemed to feel a chill and pulled up the collar of his coat.

But just as he was doing this, a bullet weighing a few grams was mercilessly 'shot' into his head. The American soldier tilted his head and immediately lay down in front of the sandbag with the inertia of the bullet. Only then did the last American soldier realize something, his eyes looked in my direction in horror, the cigarette on his lips trembled a few times with fear, and then he quickly raised the flail in his hand...

"Bang!" There was another soft thud. With a slight tremor of my hands, the beautiful man lay down in front of the position.

I quickly ran forward with my waist on my waist and refilled the American soldiers with a few shots before stuffing the pistol back into the holster.

At this time, I didn't dare to be careless, in case any of the American troops were just 'unconscious', it was very likely that our attack intentions would be ***, so after confirming that they were dead, I raised the white 'wool' towel and shook it below.

This is the code I agreed with the soldiers, and the best way to distinguish between friend and foe on this night when visibility is so poor is to use a white 'wool' towel as a symbol. In previous battles, the volunteers always used this trick, and they tried it all the time.

After a while, Miao Huaizhi ran up with the soldiers on their waists, and they looked at several Yankee corpses on the ground. They all looked at me in amazement.

I knew what they were wondering about, most of them were veterans who had been rolling in the hail of bullets for years, but I couldn't understand how I managed to get rid of these four Yankees so quietly. If it weren't for the urgency of the war now, I think they would have pursued it on the spot.

What came up was Zhang Jifa's Seventh Company. Miao Huaizhi's troops of the 9th Company organized a defense near the mouth of the tunnel, and their task was to cover our attacking force and be responsible for defending the mouth of the tunnel, in case the mouth of the tunnel was blocked by enemy fire and we could not retreat if we wanted to.

The long-term guerrilla warfare and latent warfare have allowed the volunteer soldiers to develop a good habit of lurking. They all ran up cautiously with their guns in hand, trying not to make any noise. As soon as they ran near me, they dispersed to find shelter in favorable terrain without waiting for my order.

I nodded at Zhang Jifa. Zhang Jifa understood, and immediately raised his hand in the darkness and waved his hand in three directions, and the soldiers were divided into three platoons to 'touch' in three different directions.

I couldn't help but 'touch' my nose in embarrassment, and the reason why I asked Zhang Jifa to give the order was because in this darkness I couldn't tell the direction of the original several high grounds. Originally, I also wanted to be majestic in front of the soldiers, but I was afraid that if I pointed in the wrong direction of the attack, it would be.

Alas! It seems that if you want to be a qualified and excellent commander, this sense of direction is really essential! But fortunately, not everyone is like me, otherwise this battle would really not be fought!

Because I am very self-aware in the direction, I don't dare to run ahead this time, because I am afraid that if I take the wrong road, it will be asking for trouble.

Actually, I can't be blamed for this, although I have been shooting cold shots on Shangganling for a few months! It stands to reason that you should be familiar with this place the size of a square kilometer. But after the Yankees bombarded this time, all the stones, the high grounds, and the paths changed. Especially now that the march in this night 'color' is completely based on direction. You say it's not about embarrassing me ...

Grabbing my rifle and following the team for a while, I saw the position of the enemy's searchlight on the top of the hill, and my confused head gradually became clear, and the target of the team I followed was Position 2.

Position No. 2 is located to the left rear of the main peak of the Sukekou Heights. Since position No. 2 is located. The junction of the two positions, so the position is very important.

Because the enemy's fire points improvised with sandbags and steel plates are undoubtedly facing our tunnels. Once we can take position 2 by surprise, we can use position 2 as a base to threaten neighboring positions from the flank. No., No. position. It was even possible to set up machine guns on position No. 2 to cover the attack of our troops. No., No. position. That's why when I made the plan, I was the first 'woman' position.

If we fail to successfully take the No. 2 position, the dozens of men in our platoon will have to face the enemy's fire suppression from the left, center, and right directions.

Not to mention pushing the enemy off the surface position, we can have a few lives... The tip of the road is a problem, so can you take it? No. position, the success or failure of the small counterattack tonight.

As we got closer and closer to the enemy's firing point, the soldiers moved more and more attentively and slowly, and finally they all crawled on the ground.

Will twenty minutes be in time? At this time, I couldn't help but have doubts about the time I had set, I knew that I should have set more time, after all, our counterattack this time was mainly a sneak attack, and the sneak attack had more time to prepare. But there is no regret in this world that there is no 'medicine' to take, so it's too late to think about anything now.

Little by little, the soldiers approached the enemy's firing point, and the light of the searchlight swept through the smoke and dust on the battlefield from time to time, but because the gray 'colored' military uniforms stained with mud on the soldiers' bodies were very similar to the dust on the position, they did not notice it when we were only more than 100 meters away from the US force point.

In fact, the Yankees are sometimes 'quite stupid', and I can't help but sigh when I look at the searchlights overhead. The U.S. military didn't know whether it was for the sake of broadening or why, so they equipped each firing point with a searchlight. Perhaps this is also due to the horror of the darkness of the American military, which has long been accustomed to fighting in the presence of light. I have long been accustomed to shooting with searchlights and flares. But what they don't know is that they do this, from another point of view, to make the location of their own firepower point clear in front of the enemy.

This is not? We only need to count the number of searchlights overhead, and we can basically determine the number and location of the enemy's fire forts.

A hundred meters more!

Perhaps because of the time, the fighters crawled fast. When the light of the enemy's searchlight came, the soldiers all lay on their stomachs and waited for the light of the searchlight to turn on, and they all climbed up with their hands and feet like nimble geckos.

The sound of shelling not far away completely drowned out the sound of the fighters crawling, so everything went smoothly.

Eighty meters to go! The US military searchlights have a certain angle, and the main part they observe is fifty meters away. This may be the so-called dark under the lamp.

So we only need to crawl a few dozen meters further, and we can prepare to charge the enemy, and the fighters who crawled in front have already increased their speed, and some have even taken out grenades. At that time, the soldiers only need to throw a row of grenades and rush forward, and the position can be easily taken.

But at this moment, the U.S. troops above suddenly shouted, "Enemy situation!" This was followed by a few gunshots.

I looked up in amazement and saw that all the searchlights were shining on the valley at the foot of the mountain. So I understood that the enemy had not discovered us, but the reinforcements sent by Regiment Commander Zhang who could not hold their breath and rushed up.

This should be an opportunity for us, because at this time the enemy is focused on our troops rushing up at the foot of the mountain, and it is just in time for us to rush forward and slaughter them without us noticing.

But it was too late, and I was about to order the soldiers to continue to climb up, but Company Commander Zhang suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted: "Comrades, for the motherland, for the people, rush."

"Rush!" The warriors scrambled out of their lurking ground and, with their guns in hand, pounced on the enemy positions.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, and it was no wonder that Company Commander Zhang was there. Previously, my order was to attack if the enemy didn't find out, and attack if the enemy found out. In this case, the vast majority of people will think that we have been discovered by the enemy."

The U.S. troops were caught off guard by the sudden attack of the volunteer soldiers, and the sound of machine guns was very chaotic. However, the U.S. Seventh Division was also worthy of being an 'elite' division, and it soon organized fire to 'shoot' at us. In addition, they condescendingly occupied the favorable terrain, and the machine guns swept down casually, and several volunteer soldiers who charged forward fell in a pool of blood. Then the U.S. troops dropped a few more grenades, and with a few loud bangs, the grenades formed a barrage in front of their position, and immediately several more fighters were blown to the side, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The charge of the assault platoon was stubbornly blocked by the enemy, and our troops were suppressed by the enemy's fire, and all of them lay on the ground and waited for the opportunity.

"Bang bang, then the rifle in my hand went off. My target is the searchlight on the enemy's fire, the attack of the soldiers has been suppressed by the enemy's fire, and if they still let their searchlight shake over our heads, then we don't have to think about what kind of casualties it will cause to our troops.

"Bang bang" With the sound of the rifle in my hand, the detective exploded one after another, emitting a puff of white smoke, and the surroundings were soon plunged into darkness.

But I knew that the darkness was only temporary, for the enemy would soon fire flares. The enemy hasn't moved yet, it's just that they're too busy shooting guns to do anything about it. The Yankees are also afraid, they are afraid that if someone 'pulls' to prepare flares, the firepower will be weakened and we will rush forward. After all, the distance between the two armies is only a few tens of meters, and one accidentally loses his 'life', so no one dares to be careless.

Although the Shokou Heights have been organized into more than a dozen positions, don't look at the No. 2 position, the No. 2 position is so loud, in fact, many places are just a small hill. Position 2 was quite large, but it was only a small hill with a few more stones.

The enemy placed a total of four fire 'firing' points on the hillside. The two positions on both sides are slightly lower, and the middle two positions are slightly "far from the firepower, and the several tongues of fire are scorching into a fire net, like a big net swung by the devil, raging on our heads, so that we can't even raise our heads.

I reluctantly raised the rifle in my hand and aimed it through the scope at the tongues of flame, but after a while, I reluctantly put the gun down.

I know that the odds of me hitting my opponent in this situation are almost zero. This is not to say that my marksmanship is not good, but because the enemy is condescending, and if I aim at the fire from the enemy's gun, I will most likely only hit the sandbag under the enemy.

Some people may think that the superiority of condescending weapons is greater in cold weapon combat, and the force of people standing on a high place to slash down will be greater, so they will naturally have more advantages. As for hot weapon combat, it is not fought back and forth with guns, and there is no difference between high and low in strength.

But in fact, the superiority of hot weapons combat is not reflected in the strength, but in the bunker. High. Just like the enemies in front of us now, their whole body is basically under the protection of cover, and they only need to 'show' the part above their eyes to easily target us. To be subordinate is to put the whole body in front of the enemy, just like we are now. It's like a target,,

Can't wait any longer!

I know very well what time means to us, and once the Yankees have reinforcements to catch up, it will almost mean the defeat of our operation. And the further down it goes. The closer we are to the time when our troops are shelling the enemy, we must immediately remove these few points of fire in front of us.

"Demolition group". Thinking of this, I yelled: "Immediately blow up the first firing point in the east."

I know that if the enemy's first firepower 'firing' point can be blown up smoothly, it can not only reduce the enemy's blockade, but more importantly, it can shake and threaten the enemy's other three firepower 'firing' points, and increase the confidence and strength of the soldiers.

We had thought about this situation before the war, so we had a demolition team in place before the attack, and now was the time to use them.

"Yes!" Three volunteer soldiers grabbed anti-tank grenades and blasting canisters and rushed forward.

The fighters also tacitly set up machine guns to suppress and attract enemy fire.

The demolition team is similar to the tank bombing team, except that there were no anti-tank grenades when we first entered the DPRK, so the first demoman usually carried a blaster canister, the second demoman carried an explosive 'drug' bag, and the third demoman carried a submachine gun to cover the fire. Now we, after being equipped with Soviet-style anti-tank grenades, the first choice is, of course, this convenient, powerful anti-tank grenade.

Anti-tank grenades have a significant advantage over explosive 'charge' packs and blasting canisters. Two of the most important points are that it can be thrown and triggered. It can be thrown so that we don't have to run to the enemy's point of fire, and throw explosives packs or blasters into it almost face-to-face. The trigger device allows us not to worry about anti-tank grenades being thrown in like explosive packets and blasting canisters and then being thrown out by the enemy, or like ordinary grenades, if thrown on an inclined plane, they may roll down.

However, it is a pity that this sharp weapon for blowing up the enemy's fire points and pillboxes was almost used in the daytime when we resisted the enemy's attack. After all, it is also a sharp weapon for bombing the enemy's infantry and defense, and now we will divide the remaining dozens of anti-tank grenades into various platoons and equip them into the demolition team.

In the midst of the gunfire, the three fighters, taking advantage of the cover of the night and their comrades, scattered and crawled towards the enemy's first point of fire. Sometimes they leap up and rush into a crater in front of them with great speed, and sometimes they crawl on the ground in the face of the enemy's sweeping bullets. Because the enemy could not clearly grasp the position of the fighters in the dark, these fighters 'pressed' towards the enemy's fire point step by step very smoothly.

Seeing that the fighters were about to reach the distance of the bombs, several flares suddenly rose in the sky, illuminating the entire position in snow-white.

"Gnaw

Unfortunately, the First Demoman jumped up at this point, splattering blood from enemy machine-gun bullets. I couldn't help but feel that both anti-tank grenades were on the first Demoman, and if he fell, the chances of a successful blast would be at least half less.

But just as I was disappointed, I was stunned to find that the first Demoman had thrown something to the side with the last of his last breath of strength before arriving in a pool of blood. When it became clear that what the fighter threw on his deathbed was an anti-tank grenade. I couldn't help but be shocked.

What I don't understand is what made him think of passing grenades to his comrades before he died. It takes a lot of will, a lot of responsibility and tacit understanding for him to complete this seemingly very simple action. This seems to be telling his comrades: I can't do it, you can complete the task for me! Everything is 'handed over' to you,,

At this moment, I was shocked by this scene, the gunfire and artillery around me seemed to disappear, and the scene of the soldier passing the grenade to his comrades before he fell flashed in my mind over and over again!

"Boom!" His comrades-in-arms lived up to the mission he left behind.

The second Demoman, at the moment when the enemy flare had just lost its light, grabbed the anti-tank grenade on the ground, ran forward a few steps, and threw it with all his might, and the first point of fire disappeared into a cloud of fire.