Chapter Ninety-Seven: Eternal Life in the Fire

With a few "squeaks" of crickets, the telephone operator gave the order to open fire at the artillery unit.

This is the code we have agreed with the artillery unit, and these codes include information such as the number of shells fired and the coordinates of the shot. In order to be able to accurately convey operational information in a critical situation, it can not only prevent the enemy from being aware of it, but also accurately convey combat information. At first, I thought these things were useless, because I thought that since I had to call for artillery support, I would not let the enemy show up? But just in case, I asked the telephone soldier in charge of contacting the artillery to write down these codes, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

Then we began the long wait......

It's a long time, but it's actually only a few tens of seconds. The artillery unit responsible for supporting us had an artillery battalion, and they were ready long before we entered the lurking position. It's just that these enemies in front of me are getting closer and closer, and the time is very short, and even if there is artillery fire later, it will not be in a hurry, so it makes me feel that this time is very long.

Getting closer, getting closer...... The enemy's feet were almost right in front of me, and I could hear even the enemy's rapid breathing. I quickly held my breath and slowly pressed my head to the weedy ground.

“ap; he11......" At this time, the American soldier raised his right foot and looked at what he had just stepped on suspiciously, which was the hand of a volunteer soldier.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but secretly say that it was going to be bad, and sure enough, the American soldier was stunned, and hurriedly grabbed his rifle and aimed it at the volunteer soldier on the ground.

The volunteer soldier also knew that he was exposed, but because of the battlefield discipline, he still did not make any move without receiving the order to attack. Even if the muzzle of the enemy's gun was on his head, even if he had a gun in his hand, even if he could have killed the enemy one step ahead of him and saved his own life...... But he didn't do that, he still lay on his stomach!

Fortunately, the soldier did not move, because at this moment there was a sudden whistling of cannonballs in the sky......

"Boom!" With a bang, a shell exploded dozens of meters away, followed by several shells that kicked up a cloud of dust and smoke nearby.

Those American soldiers were also veterans, and as soon as they heard the whistling sound of shells, they subconsciously lay down on the ground. But what they didn't know was that the real danger came not from those shells, but from the guns in my hands......

The moment the shell exploded, I quickly adjusted the muzzle of my gun and pointed it at the American soldiers who had just fallen to the ground.

"Bang bang......" With the three gunshots, three American soldiers were shot in the head without exception and fell in a pool of blood, including the current American soldier.

The helmets of the American troops were very distinguishable in the sunlight, and because they were all on the hillside, the slope of the slope made them very obvious in front of me, and even the weeds more than half a meter high could not stop their shape. In addition, they are only a dozen meters away from me, so it is not difficult to kill with one shot.

I wasn't worried that the other enemies on the hill would come to me, and the loud sound of the shells had completely drowned out the gunfire. And those American troops hiding in the bunkers will definitely think that those Yankees, who can no longer stand up, died under the shnelage of artillery shells.

But when I turned the muzzle of the gun to the fourth American soldier, I couldn't help but hesitate. The fourth American soldier hid his head behind a rock, and from my angle only his arms and lower body could be seen.

I didn't dare shoot because I couldn't kill this enemy with one shot, and that didn't mean he would have gunmen shoot at him......

But I soon realized that I was wrong, so what if he had his current gunners shooting at him? As long as I can kill him in the end, as long as he never returns to the bunker, then it doesn't matter if I let him show up for all of us. After all, dead people can't speak.

So I immediately shot the American soldier in the shin while the cannon was still ringing, and the American soldier was in pain, and immediately leaned out from behind the rock and grabbed the injured right leg. But what he didn't expect was that as soon as his body poked out of the rock, a bullet went into his head and solved his pain.

Just as I turned the muzzle of the gun to the last Yankee, the cannon suddenly stopped, and my index finger was fixed on the trigger and did not dare to move.

Firing at this time means clearly telling the other US troops where I am, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

The American soldier was not slow to react, and as soon as the artillery stopped, he got up from the ground and ran towards his position without looking back. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel relieved, knowing that this time I had passed the test smoothly again.

When I sniped the four American soldiers just now, I did a very covert job, and except for a few soldiers lying next to me who knew that I had shot, the others didn't notice it at all. So my fear is not that he will escape, but that he will find a way to get the bodies of his comrades back. If he had done that, the U.S. military would have easily seen the bullet hole on the corpse.

Fortunately, the American soldier did not do that, and he ran like a frightened lamb in the direction of his trench. When he ran close to the traffic trench, he plunged into it like he saw his own mother, and then climbed into the bunker with both hands and feet.

Five American troops came out, and only one returned alive, which also seems to be more in line with the hit rate of the shells. Then it occurred to me that if I had eliminated this enemy just now, it might have made the U.S. military even more suspicious. The landing point of those shells just now was not close to those US soldiers, but they were able to "blow them up" without missing a miss, which is indeed a bit incredible.

Now that he has put back a living piece of evidence, it will convince the American troops in the bunker that there are only a few artillery observers hidden in this meadow. After all, if there were a large number of enemies hidden in front of the position, the American soldier would not have a chance to come back alive.

But I did it at a risk, and if anything happened to the American soldier, then I would put all the soldiers in danger.

So I waited in fear.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed......

By the fifth minute, my hanging heart had slowly relaxed. Because I knew that if the American soldier went back and reported that there was a large number of enemies hidden in the grass in front of the position, then the American shells would soon rain down on our heads. And now there is nothing, and that speaks volumes.

It is true that the US forces have no shortage of artillery shells, but they have the luxury of covering this 3,000-meter plain with artillery fire in order to kill one or two artillery observers.

Just as my whole body relaxed and prepared to deal with the tingling of my body again, a few black spots suddenly appeared in the sky, but I was startled again—it was an enemy plane, a sound plane.

One of the characteristics of the sound plane when it appears is that you simply hear the roar when you see it. Because it flies much faster than sound, the roar of the plane has been left far behind by it. This can also serve as a good concealment for the arrival of these aircraft, especially on the battlefield.

This is not? Although our army has several anti-aircraft artillery regiments on the front line, they are not prepared at all, and these killers who are quietly approaching us do not appear at all.

Soon in the direction of the sun, the dark shadows of four planes appeared in the sky. I couldn't help frowning, it seems that these pilots are veterans, and they not only use the degree to hide their voices, but also skillfully use the sunlight to hide their figures.

It was fast, and it seemed to be far away just now, and it seemed to be in front of it in the blink of an eye. From the appearance, I can judge that it is the most advanced fighter F-86 in the United States today. Because it resembles a long, round peach, the volunteers usually call it a "nectarine".

Only then did the anti-aircraft cannon go off, and black mushroom clouds erupted in the sky. This is the antiaircraft artillery regiment of the Volunteer Army defending the front line, because of them, the enemy's planes do not dare to bomb the front line wantonly, and they cannot come and go as they want as they did in the early days of the Korean War. But the anti-aircraft guns of the Volunteer Army did not seem to pose a threat to these aircraft.

The F-86 is too fast, it is the first generation of swept wing jet aircraft of the US military, which can reach more than 1,100 kilometers, which makes the shells fired by the anti-aircraft guns basically fall behind it, and before the soldiers can see clearly, these planes have already flown over us.

At this time, the roar of the plane sounded, and the four "nectarines" rushed down in unison, frantically firing at the grass in a random burst. They circled in mid-air, dived in turns, and with a piercing whistle, machine guns and rocket launchers pressed down in unison. The sky above the ambush circle was immediately flying sand and dust, and black smoke poured towards my mouth and nose, and I hurriedly lowered my head and covered my mouth and nose on my cuffs.

The "nectarine" bombed for a while, but seeing that there was still no target, after circling the sky for a while, it dropped a few incendiary bombs indiscriminately and flew away.

It was easy for the plane to drop the incendiary bombs, and it seemed that the pilots dropped them on a whim. But it hurt us volunteer soldiers lurking in the grass. Hearing the sound of "Teng", the stench of gasoline bombs soon spread, and a fire suddenly ignited on the grassland, the dead grass was quickly ignited, thick white smoke was everywhere, and the air was as hot as a fire.

Even though I had covered my mouth and nose, I was still choking on an itchy throat, and I was worried that the cough would expose me, so I had to endure it desperately. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I plunged headlong into the dirt under my head......

The cough was hard in my throat, and it took me a while to feel better. By this time, my face was covered in sticky dirt, mixed with my own snot and tears.

But I didn't care about it so much, and after taking a few deep breaths, I slowly raised my head and looked around. Fortunately, the fighters were very disciplined and did not get up a single one. Most of the incendiary bombs landed far away from us, and it is assumed that the fire would not reach us.

However, when I slowly turned around, I suddenly saw that there was a fire more than ten meters away from me, and what shocked me even more was that the fire also spread to a volunteer soldier......

The red flames slowly sparkled upward, soon burning the weeds on the warrior's body. He didn't move, that is, he didn't roll in place, and he didn't shake off the burning weeds on his body.

At this time, the fire was not very big, he could easily extinguish the fire on his body with just a roll, and there was a ditch more than two meters behind him, as long as he stepped back a few meters, he could use the ditch to block the momentum of the flames on his back. But he didn't move......

If there is movement, it is just a creaky tooth crunch, and with all the strength of the whole body, the fingers are inserted into the soil in front of them, and they grasp and tremble vigorously!

My heart quickly panned and I whispered an order to the warrior, "Get out! Roll ......"

But he remained motionless as if he hadn't heard, his teeth clenching tighter and tighter, the muscles of his face twisting painfully, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to run down his face.

"Report the situation to the regimental headquarters!" Seeing that the soldier did not react, I immediately whispered an order to the telephone soldier beside me: "Ask the regimental headquarters to allow us to attack during the day!" Demand all artillery fire from the artillery units to fire at the enemy's positions and disrupt the enemy's line of sight! ”

The telephone soldier nodded, and quickly shook the phone to report the current situation to the regiment headquarters.

Since the artillery had already adjusted the Zhuyuan before, the cannon roared quickly this time. A single shell rained down on the enemy's position with the anger of the fighters, and in an instant, a thick layer of smoke was shot out in front of the 391 position. I waved my hand at the burning warrior and motioned for him to step back into the ditch to extinguish the flames.

By this time, our artillery fire had already disrupted the enemy's vision and distracted them, and it was very likely that the soldier would not be visible to the enemy by retreating into the ditch and extinguishing the flames on his body. I thought he would be willing to do what I commanded, but I soon realized that I was wrong—

He just gritted his teeth and looked at me, then shook his head firmly.

It was a look that made up his mind to sacrifice himself, and that was a look that made up his mind to fight for his life. I understood what he meant, that he was not willing to take his own life and risk the whole army at the risk of being seen by the enemy and suffering huge casualties under enemy fire.

So...... He won't take my orders.

Although I often disobeyed the orders of my superiors, few soldiers have disobeyed my orders since I became an "official". It's just that what I didn't expect was that every time they disobeyed my orders, it was in this case, at the expense of their own lives......

From this, I couldn't help but think of Huang Sihu, who also disobeyed my orders a few months ago, and ran in the other direction with two fighters in order to attract the attention of the enemy. The warrior in front of him was still determined to sacrifice himself even after I created the conditions for him to survive.

Flames raged all over him, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh. I couldn't bear to look at him, but I couldn't take my eyes off him, for I hoped for a miracle, and I hoped that suddenly a heavy rain would fall from the sky and pour nothing from the flames of this lovely warrior......

I even had the urge to rush up and push him into the ditch, but I didn't, knowing that if I did, all the warrior's sacrifice would be in vain. Not only that, but the fighters of the two companies lurking here had to pay a heavy price for this stupid act of mine.

"Chief of Staff!" The telephone soldier whispered in my ear: "The meaning of the regiment headquarters is to be ready to attack, and if this soldier can't stand the exposure of the target, change the original plan and attack immediately......"

I couldn't help but sigh when I heard this, and when I heard this order, I knew that it was time for me to give the order to prepare for the attack. But I didn't say anything, because I knew that this strong warrior would not move, and anyone who saw him knew that he would not move.

If he wanted to move, he should have moved just now when the artillery hit the barrage. Although I was just creating opportunities for him, I was also creating temptations for him. What a temptation for him was the barrage of shells and the ditch behind him, which was only a few meters away! Everyone has a desire to survive, and if it were me, I would choose to survive without thinking about it, but this warrior chose to die.

When a person dies, everything doesn't mean anything to him, doesn't it? Money, honor, benefits, material ...... He can't enjoy all of this, he can't see it, can he?

So I can't understand and can't imagine how a person could possibly make such a sacrifice.

The red flames slowly covered his hands, slowly climbing up the warrior's hat, then his eyebrows, and then his face...... He trembled and spasmed, and finally stopped moving. The flames burned on him for twenty minutes, and he didn't move a single step until he took his last breath......

I turned my head, not daring to look at the charred mass of corpses behind me.

I was scared.

After fighting on the battlefield for so long, I can also say that I came out of the sea of corpses and blood, and I have seen any big scenes, but I have never seen such a tragic scene.

Now all I can do is wait, wait for the moment when it gets dark, wash away the hatred in my heart with the blood of the enemy, pay the debt they owe with the lives of the enemy, and comfort the noble soul of this warrior with our victory......