Chapter 5 First Shot

"Fire ......"

With an order, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, heavy machine guns, and mortars roared together, and bullets and shells rained down on the road in the valley. Everywhere the machine guns passed, the enemy fell in pieces like harvested rice, and blood sprayed from the enemy's body, and the explosion of each shell could almost lift several people into the air, and then fall in small pieces. The man who had been blown to pieces but did not die used his last strength to let out a pig-killing howl into the sky.

The sudden blow immediately made the enemy dizzy, and they ran around like ants on a hot pot, looking everywhere for a place to hide, but the volunteers were ambushed on both sides of the road, so it can be said that there was no shooting blind spot at all, they simply did not have a safe place for them to hide, and the merciless bullets continued to take their lives one after another...... In just a few moments, the valley became a blood-stained picture.

This is the battlefield, I was stunned by the enemy's cries, shocked by the enemy's panic, and even more shocked by this hell on earth in front of me......

"Bad seeds!"

The snort of disdain from my beard made me realize that I hadn't fired a single shot yet, but I didn't care about my face or whether I was a bad breed or not. I'm just thinking that the victories that are so beautiful in books, on TV, and in stories, and that the fights that are so exciting are so terrifying.

"Tick tick ......tick," the trumpeter sounded the trumpet of the charge

"Kill......"

"Rush, ......"

The fighters began to charge, and three companies, under the cover of fire from the heights on both sides, plunged into the battlefield like three steel knives. A plug, a plug, and a chop. Our company is the knife in the middle, and I feel like a gap in the blade.

I was almost dragged down the valley by my beard, but as soon as I ran out of the trench, I couldn't hold my foot, because the slope and the front and back were the cause of the soldiers rushing forward, so there was only one way to stop my foot, and that was to be knocked down the hill.

I couldn't help but run down the hill, looking blankly at the beard in front of me while rushing forward, while skillfully loading the 38 big caps in my hand, raising the gun, aiming, and then pulling the trigger, every time the gun sounded, there was always a fleeing enemy who fell in response.

......With a few bullets into the flesh, a soldier next to me was shot, and the corpse rolled down with inertia, and the warm blood splashed on my face, and soon froze in the temperature of minus ten degrees, forming a cold dot on my face.

I gasped for breath, realizing that the enemy was organizing defenses and wanted to make a final fight for the trapped beasts.

As I got closer and closer to the enemy, I could even see their panicked faces and the muzzles of their black guns, and then all of a sudden, their faces burst into a cloud of blood, and their whole bodies fell to the ground like a drained skin.

With a "......", the old squad leader blew the small horn that had been hanging around his neck. Before I could react to what was going on, I was pressed to the ground by one of the bearded man's big hands, and then I noticed that the whole platoon of people invariably drew their grenades, pulled the fuse, and after a delay of three seconds, with a wave of their hands, dozens of grenades fell in an arc into the enemy's position.

There was a loud bang of "boom ......", and the ground where I was lying shook a few times, and the rubble and mud with the smell of blood crackled like raindrops on my body.

"Kill, ......" the beard was now loaded with his bayonet, and with a roar, he rushed into the smoke from the grenade explosion with the rest of the soldiers.

More brutal hand-to-hand combat began.

The sound of gunfire faded away, and the sound of machine guns and explosions disappeared without a trace, replaced by the sound of horns, shouts, fights, and heart-rending screams......

As his name suggests, the bearded man was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and led the volunteer soldiers straight into the enemy's position. Unlike other charging companies, the enemy was stopped and cut off, and it was very likely that all of them would rush to the center when they fled in a daze, and the middle was the position of the enemy's battalion command structure, and there were some enemies who had the courage to resist in this position, so as soon as the bearded men rushed into the enemy position, they encountered resistance.

An enemy with a mustache roared at the old squad leader with a bright bayonet in his hand, what he didn't see was that the old squad leader was holding a submachine gun in his hand, and the old squad leader didn't even stop his footsteps, and threw him to the ground with a shuttle.

The beard is even more courageous, and the three-eight big cover in his hand is simply superb, stabbing, slashing, and smashing the butt of the gun, and the enemies who meet him can't stop him twice.

The 38 cover was originally the standard weapon of the Japanese infantry, and after the defeat and surrender of Japan in World War II, China collected a large number of 38 covers. This rifle has a slender barrel and a bayonet that is more than 1.5 meters overall, making it arguably the longest rifle in the world.

There are clouds in the rivers and lakes: one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. Such a long rifle can be said to be used in close combat, not to mention that the owner who used it was a volunteer soldier who participated in the War of Resistance against Japan and the War of Liberation. Therefore, in this part of the waist, although the enemy was superior in numbers, those who rushed up still fell under the bayonets of the volunteer soldiers in pieces.

After the enemy was stabbed with a bayonet, most of them would not be fatal on the spot if they were not stabbed, and the volunteer soldiers did not rush to make up for it when the enemy basically lost their combat ability, so the ground was full of bloody and wailing enemies for a while. Some are desperately crawling with one hand covering their wounds, trying to escape from this battlefield in search of a glimmer of life; Some of them desperately stuffed their intestines back with tears, and their faces were full of disbelief when they saw their own intestines; Some trembled, their limbs twitched, and their eyes looked desperately at the growing number of volunteer soldiers in front of them......

I watched all this at a loss, from afar in the trenches, and now I stood here realistically. The nose smells blood, the ears listen to screams, the hands and faces are stained with blood, and in this hell of blood everywhere, even lifting your feet will have a sticky feeling.

"Kill ......"

The voice was hoarse and powerful, and I could hear the sound of the beard, who was now out of the line of his comrades, and the rifle was blocking left and right in the other direction, until he reached the side of a big red pony and reached out to pull the stiff rope of the Yanma, I remembered the old squad leader's confession, and only then did I understand the goal of the beard.

But just then, the unexpected happened.

"......Boom", a grenade exploded not far away, Yanmar was startled, raised his head and hissed for a while, his four hooves kicked everywhere regardless of the enemy and me, and the beard was defenseless, and after a while, the kick did not look light, and the beard flew out of the distance and fell to the ground, struggling a few times, and he couldn't stand up for a long time.

Hand-to-hand combat did not allow for half a minute, and as soon as the enemy saw that there was an opportunity, seven or eight men immediately surrounded him, and the most recent one raised his bayonet and stabbed him viciously in the beard......

"Bang ......"

With a single shot, the bayonet fell to the ground, and its owner fell to the ground with an extra bullet hole in the center of his eyebrow.

I couldn't help but be stunned, I couldn't believe that this shot was fired by myself. Loading, spear lifting, aiming, firing are all done in one go, and it depends on the accuracy...... Right in the middle of the eyebrows! It felt like I grew up playing with guns.

Looking at the beard again, he barely sat up at this time, picked up a rifle to block left and right, and struggled to cope with the attack of three enemies.

I didn't have time to think about it, I raised my gun and rushed towards the beard, while my right hand skillfully loaded the rifle, and without aiming, the muzzle of the gun was raised, and one of the enemy besieging the beard fell. Then, under the stunned eyes of the enemy, another one was knocked down at great speed. By this time I had run to the beard, and the butt of my rifle smashed the disbelieving face of one of the remaining enemies.

Caught off guard, an enemy stopped me from behind and grabbed me with a gun, and I threw it hard, throwing the gun and the enemy out of the way. Seeing that there were a few more enemies around him, he picked up a pickaxe and roared, clicking...... Three times in a row, he chopped three holes in the chests of the three enemies who took the lead.

"Don't move!" With a pair of beastly eyes, I held up my pickaxe, which was still dripping blood, and shouted in Korean to the four enemies who were about to rush up behind me, "Don't move!" Shoot but don't kill......"

The four enemies were stunned, holding their guns in their hands for a long time, unable to speak, and after a long time, they dropped their guns one after another, and raised their hands in horror......

"Hahahaha......" The bearded man sat behind me, laughing with his mouth open: "Boy, I still look away, I cut down three with a pickaxe, and I grabbed four, ...... ruthlessly"

I stood dumbfounded, looking at my foe in front of me, looking at me with his hands raised and looking at me in horror, and I was surprised, for I never knew I was capable of this, nor was I known that I was so fierce.

The volunteer soldiers quickly killed me, and within a few minutes the enemy's battalion command structure was wiped out, and the enemy officers and men abandoned their equipment and fled in all directions. The smarter ones knelt down and raised their hands, and the stupid ones jumped into the Jiulong River, which was freezing and frozen, but also saved a few bullets for the volunteers, and even more stupid, the guns of the volunteer soldiers were pointed at his buttocks, and he was desperate to run around......

"Three companies along the road to the butt of the enemy's artillery, the other companies return to their positions to block enemy reinforcements!" This was the last order given by the regiment commander.

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I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to the 353rd Regiment and 354th Regiment of the 118th Division of the 40th Army of the Volunteer Army, which fought the first war of annihilation abroad, in which a total of 325 enemies were killed, 161 were captured, 38 cars, 12 howitzers and 163 guns of various types were captured.

Salute to the heroic volunteer soldier Zhao Shunsan, who hacked to death three American soldiers and captured four American soldiers with a pickaxe in hand-to-hand combat at the Battle of Unsan, and his heroic deeds are used in this chapter because of the plot needs.