"What bombarded the direction of the US military was a burst of artillery fire, which was also mixed with the sound of machine guns, and they didn't care whether there were people or not, and '' all kinds of weapons was 'messy'. The position was bustling with activity in an instant. Countless bullets and shrenching flew over my head with a whistling sound, and I could almost feel the air currents they were carrying. The impact 'wave' of the cannonball also 'shakes' with the wind with the camouflage on its body.

So I was worried that the camouflage would be blown away by the wind because it was not sewn tightly, and if that were the case, then the American troops on the opposite side would be surprised to find that they were not far from their positions. There is a volunteer "Red Stripe." Lying on the ground flat at their guns"

But I'm more worried that the fighters won't be able to hold their breath.

When there used to be wars. We've had this before, but there used to be at least bunkers and trenches, but now there are nothing. In case any of the fighters could not hold their breath and got up and ran towards the tunnel, it was very likely that our entire army would be ***.

I am not too worried about the casualties caused by the enemy's 'chaotic' fighting, which is probably very 'sex' The total area of the 77 Heights is 3 square kilometers. There are more than a dozen people lurking on such a large high ground, and the probability of hitting us is very high, plus the soldiers are all veterans, and the choice of lurking location will be particular, just like me, this small mound in front of me can well block the machine gun bullets 'fired' by the enemy. As for the artillery shells, the U.S. military fired mortar shells, which were only more powerful than hand grenades, and much worse than the enemy's long-range artillery or large-caliber howitzers, not to mention that their target was still a sound anticline.

But I soon found that my fears were unnecessary, for I did not see a single soldier jump from his position until the American shells extended deep into our position, and it seemed that the fighters were still very mentally strong. Think about it, after all, all of them are one in a hundred sharpshooters! If such a burst of guns scares them, then a cold gun that will fart in the future."

At this moment, a muffled snort suddenly came from the upper left, and I couldn't help but startle. The muffled grunt was inaudible, and I wouldn't have noticed it if it hadn't been heard just in the interval between the shells' explosions.

I quickly realized that someone was hurt. I have to admit that the first thing that came to my mind at this time was that this wounded comrade-in-arms should not be unable to hold his breath and crawl into the pit because of pain or self-help. This would allow the U.S. military to recognize that there was an enemy lurking in front of them, and then carefully "inspect" the land with artillery shells. Several times,

But what I didn't expect was that it wouldn't be long before I felt guilty and blamed myself for having this thought.

I slowly moved my gaze away from the sniper scope to the left, and it didn't take much effort to find the soldier's figure, because at this time, there was already a faint hint of bright red in the charred dirt in the upper left corner, and this bright red was still spreading.

Coincidentally, it was the same stump I gave up on last night. So I thought, if I hadn't thought about it a little bit more last night. There's a good chance I'm the one who gets hurt right now.

But what made me a little strange was that the warrior was well hidden, and he was in a crater, and from his position, there should be no reason for the bullet to hit him. But there's often no reason to talk about things on the battlefield, especially bullets.

In modern times, I have heard of such an incident, someone pulled out a pistol and fired it, and the falling bullet hit the head of a pedestrian thousands of kilometers away, "With a pistol, you can shoot someone more than 1,000 meters away in the head, which really makes us "sharpshooters" a little embarrassed."

So it is not surprising that the comrade hiding in the crater will be injured

It took me a few minutes to determine that the fighter was wounded in the 'leg'. And people are still sober.

Because I noticed that his right hand was holding a stone tightly. Even though he hid his hand in the soft dirt, I could still feel his pain and spasm by the quivering of the dirt.

What should I do?

That's when I suddenly remembered that he couldn't move and couldn't save himself. This wound might not have been a big deal in normal times, but now "we can't even stop his wound so that he doesn't bleed, and I seem to have to watch his blood drain little by little, and then slowly die in agony."

The blood spread more and more. Blood seeped into the charred dirt and was inconspicuous. But it stings my eyes. He's doing well, and he hasn't gotten up or crawled back up until now. It is clear that between the whereabouts of the *** fighters and his own lives, he chose to sacrifice himself to protect his comrades. I don't know how much courage it would have taken him to make this decision, but if it were me, I don't think I would have chosen to die such a slow, painful death."

I feel ashamed of myself, not only because I can't be as great as this fighter, but also because when this comrade-in-arms was injured just now, the first thing I thought about was not his injury, but whether he would *** us.

What to do?

Abandon the original plan and order the soldiers to retreat? But I knew in my heart that it was not wise. As soon as we got up and retreated, the Yankees, aware of the danger, would soon call in long-range artillery fire to turn the position over several times. At that time, even if we were able to run back to the tunnel in time, the two squads lurking on other high ground were not given the order to retreat, so they would suffer greater losses

And doing so will not only make the soldiers suffer greater casualties, but also *** our combat intentions, so that the Yankees have a wary 'hairy' heart for our lurking.

。 Rumble! At that moment, a cannonball exploded in front of me. I couldn't help but feel a darkness in front of me. The smoke and dust soon obscured the sunlight in the sky. I made a quick decision, and immediately spread my limbs and crawled towards the warrior

I'm not slow. Because I knew there was no second chance like this, and I had to crawl to the warrior before the smoke cleared. Otherwise, the risk I took would not make any sense. At the same time, I can't leave too obvious traces on the position, otherwise the US observers will easily find my position in the telescope following this long tail.

So I used all my strength to crawl in the soft soil with my hands in turn, swaying my feet left and right, trying to cover up the traces left on the dirt because of crawling.

Finally, I crawled behind the warrior, and then slowly reached into the soft, damp soil, and pressed the wound that was still bubbling blood.

The warrior was shaken by the pain I had touched, and then as if he understood something, his tense muscles slowly relaxed. But I could still clearly feel the shiver from the pain, and I could do it now. It's just a matter of holding it down."

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the surrounding scenery became clear again. Luckily the Yankees didn't notice what I was doing, as can be seen from the fact that they had stopped firing cannonballs. I slowly turned my head to look at the section of the road I had just climbed, and realized that I had not covered it very well in my hurry, and there were still some traces of crawling on it. But I don't think the Yankees would have looked so closely. Of course, if the other party is a well-trained sniper, then I can only consider myself unlucky.

Looking at the sky with the corner of my eye, I was helpless to find that it was just past noon at this time. There are at least five or six hours left before dark.

Time walked unhurriedly. It doesn't quicken my pace because of my anxiety.

My left hand never left the warrior's foot. Wrap it tightly like a bandage. I don't know if it's useful, maybe I won't be able to save this warrior in the end, but I can't do that much, all I can do now is do my best.

Time goes in an orderly manner, and it doesn't 'mess up' because of my anxiety.

I had been feeling thirsty until now, but now I don't care about it. As soon as the 'door' thought was concerned, he wondered if this soldier could 'survive'. Sometimes I feel no tremors at the other end of my arm. I couldn't help but feel nervous, and it wasn't until I deliberately put a little more force on my hand that the warrior was shaking again from the pain, and I was relieved a little.

He just passed out at that moment! I don't know if it's better for him to pass out or be awake in this case. Later, I thought that if he passed out, he would probably never wake up again, so I frequently used pain to keep him awake.

Time walked unhurriedly, like the sun about to set in the west, and although I wanted to be able to shoot it down with one shot, I don't think I could do it even if I could.

Because I couldn't feel my left hand at this point, first it was sore, then it was numb. He has now lost consciousness.

Then gradually numbness and dizziness. And my thoughts.

At this time, I realized that some things were very simple to remember, and they were just lying on the ground for a day and a night, but when I actually did it, I found that it was actually very difficult. Lying motionless here without a drop of water or a grain of rice has not entered, which makes me feel like I am close to prostration. But I know that in the near future, this will also be a volunteer soldier. Sleeper warfare". It's hard for me to imagine how they could have been lurking for so long, and then be able to get up from the ground and charge at the enemy's position as soon as the battle began. At this time, I was afraid that it would be difficult for me to get up from the ground."

That's when I really felt how difficult it was to be a soldier. Not only did they have to endure this wordless torture, but they also had to plunge into the battle of death immediately after this painful torture. I believe. Without some kind of 'spirit' and some kind of faith to support them, it would be difficult for any army to do this.

Finally. That nasty sun hid behind the mountain. The air around is getting colder. The sky slowly darkened. But then I hesitated, for I was not sure if it was really darkening or if my eyes were darkening," until the first flare of the enemy appeared in the sky. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I tried my best to move, and the bones of my whole body seemed to be fixed, and I couldn't move, and I couldn't use it. I moved again, and finally reacted a little, but I still didn't listen to it like a rusty machine,"

In the end, it took a lot of effort to stand up, pick up the dirt from the warrior's body, and push it on him, but there was no response. My heart sank. Quickly turned him over and 'touched' him on the nose "It's okay, there's still breathing!" Then without saying a word, I wanted to carry him back, but I tried several times without success. Now that my feet are weak, it's good that I can still stand up!

At this time, there were a few regular cricket crickets in the darkness, and I couldn't help but be happy, and hurriedly did it for a while, and a few more blacks came beside me. Without saying a word, he helped me lift the wounded soldier up.

The group stumbled all the way back to the tunnel, and Wang Yuehan, Wang Yiming and others were already waiting inside. At this time, as soon as they saw us returning, they were busy carrying water and food. The wounded had their own hygienists to take care of them

As soon as I sat down on the ground, I took the kettle and poured it into my mouth, and then I really felt that this pit was like heaven. There is food, water, freedom of movement, and a place to sleep, but heaven is not like this

"How? How many casualties? After a few sips of water, I couldn't wait to ask.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of tearing rags, and even I couldn't recognize it.

"Report to the regiment leader" One of the soldiers just stood up when his feet went limp, and he sat back on the ground with a thud.

I recognized him as Hu Zudi, the squad leader of the first squad, and then looked at the other soldiers, all of them were bloodless and tired. This may have something to do with the fact that the fighters were not prepared in advance!

。 Captain Cui! Let's eat something first! Let me tell! Wang Yuehan, who was busy on the side, rushed to say when he saw this situation: "The total casualties are not large, one dead and one wounded, and five soldiers fainted, but they are tired and hungry, and there is no big problem!" ”

"Hmm!" Listening to Wang Yuehan's words, I was a little relieved. Then he asked, "What happened to the wounded fighter?"

"Minor injuries!" Wang Yuehan replied: "I hurt my foot and neck." I didn't move my muscles and bones, but I lost too much blood, and it was not a big problem! ”

。 That's it! "I immediately felt lighter, and finally I didn't get to the point where I died before I left the school.

There are only about 30 of us in all, and if we lose more than half of our enemies without fighting, it will undoubtedly deal a heavy blow to our morale.

"It's my fault!" Wang Yuehan stomped his feet and regretted himself: "I knew that you were lurking on the position, but I didn't inform the soldiers not to blow up any more stones, which caused the enemy's artillery fire and caused irreparable casualties to the comrades.

。 You can't be blamed for that! I smiled wryly and shook it: "I didn't expect this either, we have to plan more carefully in the future!" Like what

I poured another mouthful of water into my mouth. Stuffed a mouthful of fried noodles and said vaguely: "Next time we are lurking, we should make more preparations, such as preparing some water and food to hang on our mouths, which can be eaten and drunk without a lot of movement. This way you won't go to half a life after lurking once! ”

"Next time? And next time? Hearing this, Wang Yuehan looked at me puzzled: "Captain Cui, I, I have an opinion."

"Well, let's talk about it!" I nodded as I drank my water, but even if he didn't say anything, I could guess what he was thinking.

Sure enough, after Wang Yuehan got my consent, he said with a somewhat dissatisfied look: "Commander Cui, if we go to the battlefield to fight the enemy and have casualties, then I have nothing to say." But now we haven't fought a single enemy, and our comrades are so tired that they don't count, and they are still dead and wounded! How do we report the situation to our superiors?

"Let's just say that because I didn't plan well, I let the soldiers have casualties!" I replied.

"That's, that's not what I meant!" Wang Yuehan frowned, and said unhappily: "Head Cui, I don't have any ability, but I will never shirk when I should be responsible." I mean, does it make sense for us to lurk in front of the enemy's positions like this? Do such casualties make sense? I don't think it's worth the blood and sacrifice of the soldiers! ”

It is said that people who have been hungry for a long time can't eat too much, so although I still feel a little hungry, I have stopped at this time.

Standing up and loosening his hands and feet, he felt a little strength at this time, turned around and said to Wang Yuehan: "Chief of Staff Wang, there is a saying that sharpening a knife does not mistakenly chop firewood, we are learning to lurk now, in order to better and kill more enemies in the future; We are paying for casualties now in order to avoid more casualties. That's why I think it's worth it for the soldiers to endure hardships and even shed blood."

"I agree!" It was Huang Sihu who stood up and spoke. He staggered to his feet and said, "I agree with Commander Cui's words, although today's lurk has caused casualties to our troops, I feel that I have learned a lot of experience from it. For example, when I'm lurking in front of an enemy position, I wonder when I can get out of the way and when I can't! I've found that as long as we've been lurking long enough, we're always finding an opportunity to kill our enemies and save ourselves, and I think it makes a lot of sense! ”

"I agree!" Then stood up was the first squad leader Hu Zudi: "Through this lurking, I feel that fighting a cold gun is different from fighting, it is completely different!" Fighting a war depends on courage and marksmanship, and it is not only necessary to shoot coldly, but also to be patient and calm, and to wait for a suitable opportunity to appear! ”

"And me".

"Me too,"

Watching the soldiers stand up one after another, I couldn't help but feel very relieved: this day's sacrifice is not wronged!