"Good guys!" As soon as he walked into the tunnel, Li Baocheng said with palpitations: "I was almost robbed of the position by those dogs!" ”

"yes!" Gao Yongxiang took out a roll of bandages from the first-aid kit, and while skillfully bandaging his injured left shoulder, he responded and said: "If the chief of staff hadn't ordered us to rush out in a hurry, we might not have been able to come back now!" ”

"I said......" Miao Huaizhi scratched his head and asked inexplicably: "Why are those Yankees fighting, suddenly like crazy, and all of them are rushing towards our position?" ”

"Revenge! They're getting angry! Li Baocheng replied casually while fiddling with the submachine gun in his hand that had something wrong.

"Report ...... Avenge! Miao Huaizhi lost his temper when he heard this, and scolded with a red face and a thick neck: "I'm his uncle, this is their attack on our position, and they are still taking revenge?" What revenge do they have? Why are you angry with us! ”

Li Baocheng was happy when he heard it, and said to Miao Huaizhi with a smile: "Platoon Commander Miao, don't say it, they really have revenge!" ”

"Hmm! Tell me about it! Miao Huaizhi was a little unconvinced, and his face was full of unhappiness.

"Because they hate us!" Gao Yongxiang answered: "Especially hate our chief of staff!" ”

"You're, you!" Hearing this, Miao Huaizhi couldn't help but tone more, and yelled at Gao Yongxiang obviously unhappily: "What does this have to do with our chief of staff?" Even if the chief of staff is more accurate, kill a few more people on the battlefield! Which bullets did they recognize as being fired by the chief of staff? ”

"If you don't recognize the bullet, you can't tell for sure!" Gao Yongxiang didn't care about Miao Huaizhi's bad temper, and said with a smile: "Do you remember the 'Katyusha' rocket fired by our artillery unit?" ”

"Remember!" Miao Huaizhi nodded and replied: "I blew up a forest, I was about to ask!" Why are we artillery brothers blowing up that forest if they have nothing to do? Is it because they are afraid that the enemy is hiding inside? ”

"Poof!" Listening to Miao Huaizhi's words, Gao Yongxiang and Li Baocheng couldn't help laughing.

"Platoon Leader!" Gao Yongxiang laughed and said intermittently: "It's not that we are worried that the enemy is hiding inside and bombing blindly, if we are guilty of sending out 'Katyusha' to take that risk for this?" But the enemy has long been hiding inside! ”

"Platoon Commander Gao is right!" Li Baocheng also said with a smile: "No wonder the enemy's attack on our army's position during this time, the time can be so accurate, every day is launched at eight o'clock, and the energy is constantly replenishing troops, it turns out that the forest has always been used as a transit station for troops!" ”

"Oh...... I understand! Miao Huaizhi jumped up from the ground, patted his head and said excitedly: "The enemy has hidden a lot of people in that forest, and they have been blown up by us, so they hate us for losing their temper!" ”

Gao Yongxiang grabbed the rifle and wiped it, while quipping: "It's amazing! I said Platoon Leader, when did you become smarter! ”

With a coax, Gao Yongxiang's words immediately attracted laughter from the surrounding soldiers.

"So, how many enemies must have been killed?" Miao Huaizhi asked with a smirk.

"It's hard to say!" Gao Yongxiang replied: "If the rockets bombard so indiscriminately, then the forest will be either fire or smoke in the blink of an eye, and you can't even see a ghost, who knows how many enemies will be killed?" ”

"Let's not talk about one or two battalions!" Some soldiers answered: "Such a large forest, and we have to constantly send troops to the position, how can I say that there is this number!" ”

"Chief of Staff, do you have any news of enemy casualties?" Li Baocheng's words successfully attracted the attention of the soldiers to me.

At this time, I was wiping my gun. The Yankees' weapons have a characteristic, that is, they are made 'fine' and dense, and the 'fine' accuracy is high. Unlike Soviet-style weapons, which are very crudely made, they always pay attention to low-cost mass production.

This feature can be said to be both an advantage and a disadvantage on the battlefield. The advantage is that it hits accurately, and the disadvantage is that it is prone to problems. To make a 'fine' weapon, the contact between the various parts is very tight, as long as the slightest dirt, even a small amount of dust into the gun body, can cause the gun to jam.

There will be no such problem with crude Soviet-style weapons, which is why in the future in the world, most countries are particularly fond of Soviet-style AK47.

Although the AK47 is not very accurate, it is easy to use, low in cost, and basically requires no maintenance. It is said that someone did an experiment in which an AK47 was placed on the sand and dragged for dozens of meters. This weapon only requires a short period of training, and even children can use it.

And although the American weapon is highly 'refined' and the shape is very cool, it can't be used by ordinary people. Every once in a while, it has to be dismantled and wiped, otherwise it won't work, and what can be used is almost the same as half an expert.

Fortunately, the current M1 rifle is not so squeamish, but compared to the fighters with Soviet-style weapons, it is much more painful for me. If you have nothing to do, you have to disassemble the rifle and wipe it a few times, and I will be wiping the gun when others are resting. There's no way, there's too much smoke and dust on the 597.9 heights, for the sake of my own life, I don't dare to be a little slow!

Skillfully restoring the parts of the guns in my hands to their original state, I raised my head to face the curious eyes of the soldiers, and said, "Actually, it is not difficult to know how many American soldiers were killed in the bombing!" The bigger the Yankee's temper, the more people will be killed, right? ”

"Hey, that's a good point!" Miao Huaizhi clenched his fists and said: "The greater the Yankee's temper, the more people will be lost!" This temper is good, the bigger the better! ”

"I said Miao Platoon Leader!" Gao Yongxiang couldn't help laughing and said, "You just said that the Yankees have a temper, don't you?" How can you say that this temper is good now? ”

"What, what's the same?" Miao Huaizhi responded angrily: "If I can come here again, I will just stand there and follow their temper!" Promise not to scold back, fight back! ”

There was a coax, and the warriors burst into laughter again.

I looked at the soldiers in front of me, all covered in smoke and blood, and many of them were still wearing bandages. The current situation is actually very dangerous, even if our army has managed to blow up the assembly point of the American army and inflict a lot of casualties on them. But the strength of the 187th Airborne Regiment is still much greater than ours.

Instructor Qin just made statistics, and we still have combat effectiveness, but there are only about 70 people, and many of them are wounded, and there are even those who have been wounded twice or three times. On the other hand, even if the U.S. military blew up a battalion in the valley, they now have at least one battalion of troops. That's more than ten times as many as ours, not to mention, they can add other troops at any time if they want to.

And we, there are only seventy or so people.

The reason why I can't give an exact number is because there are a few wounded among them, and I can't be sure that they will survive until the moment of the battle.

One was the squad leader of the second platoon, and his entire arm was severed by shrapnel, but after bandaging, he insisted that he had broken his left hand, and his right hand could still shoot guns and throw grenades. Although he clenched his teeth and pretended to be very relaxed, I could still tell from his blue face and trembling lips that he had lost too much blood and was in pain......

One was a soldier in the third platoon, he was wearing a brand new cotton coat, and no one noticed anything wrong with him. It wasn't until his comrades-in-arms excitedly hugged him after repelling the American troops and made him exhale in pain that he realized something was wrong. When he lifted the new cotton coat outside, he saw that the old cotton coat inside had been torn and covered in blood, and he didn't know how many large and small shrapnel were nailed to his body...... But he just didn't say a word. In order to continue fighting on the battlefield, he even put on his body the cotton clothes that he had treasured for several months and was reluctant to wear.

There's another one, I can't remember his number. The fighters who came to the 597.9 heights were very mixed, and there were all kinds of troops. But I believe that he is a cadre, because there are several red lines in the lining of his cotton shirt, which are the hallmarks of *** party members. He wasn't a cadre himself, it was because he wanted to stay on the battlefield. Even though his fingers had been cut off four in the process of fighting the bayonet, even if his 'chest' had been stabbed so hard that it hurt him to "creak" even a few steps!

……

I believe there are quite a few people like them, but I just haven't found out.

To find out, it's actually very simple, just gather the fighters and check it out. But I don't want to do it, and it doesn't make sense.

I believe that when the enemy occupies our positions, none of our lieutenant generals will be able to get out of this battlefield alive. So, why should I expose their "lies" again?

For this state of affairs, the fighters will not be unaware. When the enemy bombardment stops and we rush to the position again, we may never come back. But they were still talking and laughing in the tunnel, just like usual.

Are the warriors laughing at life and death? I don't think so, because I think they don't care about their own death at all, they only think about the position, they only think about the mission, they only think about honor, so they don't think that they may die when they go to the battlefield for a while, so there is no such thing as "laughing at life and death......

More than half an hour has passed since the sound of explosions outside the tunnel intensified, and the US military's bombing of us has not stopped. Of course, the bombardment, as usual, could not pose a threat to us in the tunnels, unless their shells were powerful enough to penetrate the 597.9 heights.

The fact that the U.S. bombing has lasted so long this time is undoubtedly telling me two things.

For one, they don't know that we don't have enough troops. Obviously, if they knew that there were only seventy or so of us, they would not have given us any respite, nor would they have wasted any time, and they would have exhausted our strength before dark. At that point, I had only two options. Either 'hand' over the surface positions, or all of them are killed.

On the other hand, I can also be more sure from the fact that the 187th Airborne Regiment suffered a lot of losses under the bombardment of our army's "Katyusha" rocket artillery. Because of the heavy casualties they had suffered, they needed time to regroup. Because they suddenly had such a big gap in their forces, they needed time to come up with another feasible plan.

I leaned my rifle aside, stuffed the M1 magazine in the *** box into my own bullet pouch, and then sat down and rested against the pit wall. After thinking about it, I couldn't help but take out the pocket watch in my arms and look at the time, it was already afternoon... Many, there is still more than an hour before the sky is dark.

I've never wished the U.S. artillery would have been bombarded for a longer period of time. But I also knew that it was impossible, because in any case, before it got dark, the U.S. military would definitely launch another attack on us. They also want to be able to get rid of us before it gets dark. They also know that by the next day, we will more or less get new reinforcements, and then it will be even more troublesome to deal with them!

Sure enough, after a while, the sound of artillery outside gradually thinned out. I took a deep look at the fighters, looked at the fortitude on their faces, saw the determination they showed, gritted my teeth and gave a loud order: "Enter the position!" Give the American devils a little 'color' and let them know that our Chinese People's Volunteer Army is defeated! ”

"Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison, carrying weapons and carrying the *** box and rushing out of the tunnel.

I was going to say "Hold on until dark is victory", but I changed my mind at the last minute! Because I don't want to use the word "persistence", it sounds like we're in a state of passive beating, which may give the fighters a kind of passive defense. On the contrary, "give them some 'color' to see", but it is very offensive 'sex', I want to let the soldiers know, to give them confidence, our battle is not only defensive, but also can teach those Yankees a lesson with bayonets like last time!

Carrying a rifle again, he came to position nine, and cautiously poked his head out to take a look. The soldiers of the 187th Airborne Regiment of the US Army had already formed a skirmish array and began to attack, and the formation had returned to its previous order, and it seemed that they had regained their senses after a period of calm.

Unlike the previous one, this time they did not send tanks to support. At the foot of the hill, there was nothing left except for two "Pershing" to act as a barrier for their mortar crews. Perhaps they found that the tank guns and anti-aircraft machine guns at the foot of the hill did not do much to attack such a steep height, except to increase the noise and the cost of 'waves'. So I simply omitted this link.

But......

I noticed that they were still holding carbines in their hands, which were not suitable for stabbing carbines at all!

Do they want to come back and forth like they just did?

If that's the case, the last battle before dark seems too simple for us. We just need to 'shoot' at them, and then wait until the Americans rush to us, and then do it again like last time...... Although our numbers are small, if that's all we have to do, I'm sure the warriors can do it!

When I was resting in the tunnel, I thought that in order to avoid the same situation from happening again, the US military might consider replacing the M1 rifle that is suitable for stabbing. Of course, this is not a good idea for them who are used to carbines, not to mention that with their stabbing skills, it seems that no matter what gun they hold in their hands. Or, they will choose to pull a puppet army to attack. After all, the puppet army's stabbing skills are much more powerful than theirs.

Anyway, I thought they would change something, but I didn't expect them to rush up anyway......

I didn't think it would be that simple, so I raised my rifle and looked through the scope at the enemy. But after searching the American soldiers several times, I didn't find anything different except that they were walking a little slowly.

Wait, what's that?

At this time, a dazzling ray of sunlight coming through the smoke caught my attention, and I don't know how long it had been since I had seen the sun, so it was difficult for this sunlight not to attract my attention.

I could only vaguely see what seemed to be on the road at the foot of the mountain, but I couldn't see what it was.

What is it? I vaguely felt a little familiar, but I couldn't remember what it was!

I believed that this thing was the "change" of the US military's attack and the "magic weapon" for them to win, so I hurriedly put down my rifle and raised the telescope with a larger magnification to look in that direction.

I understood from this look that it was a signal board used by the US military to contact and guide the aircraft, and I used this signal board to get supplies from the US military, and later made some small moves to make the US military blow up Tohei-ri......

They are going to guide the combat forces to bombard our hilltop positions! I quickly realized this.

This is not the first time that planes have bombed the hilltop position. Just a few days ago, it was also on this high ground that the puppet army used signal flares to guide planes to drop bombs on us. But I quickly realized the difference.

The 187th Airborne Regiment is to engage in ground-air coordination!

Ground-air coordination, sea-air coordination...... These have always been the favorite and best played sets of the US military. However, at this time, the communication equipment had not yet been developed to the point where the infantry could directly contact the air force, so they needed to use signal boards to guide. The reason why the puppet army does not play this game is because they are not yet able to coordinate with the air force as easily and freely as the 187th Airborne Regiment. This may be the real 'elite' and proud place of the 187th Airborne Regiment!

At this point, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Withdraw to the pit?

If this is done, the US military can command the planes not to drop bombs through the signal board at the last minute, and then easily occupy our positions.

Do not withdraw the pit?

That means we're here waiting for the bombing of enemy planes...