"Keep going!" I ignored the call over the intercom, still holding my gun and leading the soldiers towards the hilltop position.

It's not that I hate Captain Zhang, it's not that I don't want to save him, it's that I know that the best way to rescue them at this time is to attack. In fact, at this time, any of my troops sent to ask for Commander Zhang and his troops would put more troops in danger. Therefore, the only way out is to take the hilltop position as soon as possible!

"Five-in-a-row, five-in-a-row! Why haven't you come up yet? What kind of fame? "I don't know whose voice came over the intercom, and I could imagine him being angry, but I didn't bother to pay attention to him, and I gestured backwards to get the fighters to speed up.

Four hundred meters!

I was already in the 56-and-a-half-year range, so my hanging heart was a little lowered. Then I missed the MI rifle used in the Korean War even more. The 56 semi-400-meter range is indeed too short, it should be said to be a carbine, and I later learned that the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is indeed a carbine, and it is an imitation of the Soviet SKS semi-automatic carbine. I think...... No sniper would like to use a carbine.

Three hundred and fifty meters!

The sound of gunfire and artillery still sounded fiercely on the anti-slope. Perhaps the Vietnamese army focused all their attention on Commander Zhang's team, or perhaps our camouflage made us inconspicuous on this weed-infested hillside, or perhaps the smoke and dust filled the entire battlefield............ In short, the Vietnamese army had not discovered our team until this time.

Perhaps, Commander Zhang's team should have discovered that we were attacking! Because the walkie-talkie has no sound, or ............ Is it the fighter who called for help at us with a walkie-talkie that has already died?

No matter what! At this time, I have only one way, and that is to rush up and "trample all the enemies under my feet!"

Three hundred meters!

The slower slope on this side of the ridge is good for attacking, but the disadvantage of a slower slope is that we have to walk a longer route, and it is daytime, "so I have no hope at all that I will be able to rush to the top of the hill without the enemy noticing." I was already satisfied with being able to reach a distance of 300 meters, because at this distance, I was confident that I would defeat all the enemies that came my way, even if he only 'exposed' his head.

Suddenly, the straw hat helmets of two Vietnamese soldiers popped up on the edge of the hilltop position. But I didn't shoot, because I knew that the Vietnamese helmets were shallow, and if I was standing below and 'shooting' upwards, even if I could hit, it would probably just knock off their helmets or scratch a layer of skin.

So I kept staring at them with my gun in my hand, and I kept running forward. Anyway, it is not easy to do this on a bumpy road. On the one hand, I have to pay attention to the road under my feet, and on the other hand, I have to constantly adjust the height of the crosshair according to the height of the crosshair.

I don't know if it was luck or something else, but in the next second, I realized that my patience in these few seconds saved my life.

"Bang!" With the sound of a gunshot, I was surprised to find that the two fighters next to me, one in front of the other, fell to the ground at the same time.

"Sniper!" The word quickly broke into my head. At the same time, he secretly said that it was dangerous, if I shot just now, then the Vietnamese sniper hiding in the shadows "It is very likely that the first time I will find this "master" I am waiting for the end of the day, I don't have to think about it to know what it will be.

"Bang!" Another shot rang out, and one of the soldiers next to him fell to the ground without a snort. The bullet hit him in the head, and I could even see a trail of blood spurting from the back of his head.

He didn't want to kill people, "he wanted to deter us!" I quickly came to this conclusion.

As a sniper, I know what it means to perform a double-shot or a headshot in front of the enemy! If he wanted to kill as many people as he could, he could kill five or six enemies in the same amount of time as a double shot and a headshot. He did this to put pressure on us, to make us afraid, to make us live without a fight......

I have to admit that the Vietnamese sniper has achieved his goal" because the pace of the fighters quickly slowed down. In fact, it was not only the soldiers who were afraid, but I was also afraid, and my scalp was tingling for a while. It's a very strange feeling: "We are like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and life seems to be out of our hands", waiting for the other party to see who is not pleasing to the eye and who will be solved.

I didn't dare to stop, and I didn't dare to turn my gun, for I feared that any conspicuous movement might attract his attention.

I did not dare to order the soldiers to stop advancing, first, because there was no hiding place on this ridge, and secondly, to give orders to the soldiers at this time, it would be tantamount to asking for their own death.

After glancing at the hilltop position with my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Because it was close to evening at this time, the sun was setting west on the hilltop position on the 339 heights. Although the sunlight is not very dazzling, it is enough to hide all the whereabouts of Vietnamese snipers.

I was so careless, I couldn't help but hate in my heart when I saw this, I had taken advantage of this in the early morning to capture the 386 heights, but it was only a few hours later, and I put myself in this unfavorable state of the sun.

What to do? I thought about it in my head. I believe that if the soldiers had the courage to rush forward, they would have been able to shoot the Vietnamese sniper to death at the top of the hill. After all, we had two platoons of nearly sixty soldiers, and the distance was only a little more than two hundred meters. All we have to do is rush to a distance of forty or fifty meters, go up with a platoon of grenades, and then rush up, no matter how good his marksmanship is, he will only disarm and surrender......"

But did the fighters have that courage? People are animals with feelings, and who is not afraid of watching their comrades-in-arms fall to their sides and die in front of them one after another along the way? At the same time, I am not willing to pay such a large number of casualties in exchange for a sniper of the enemy!

Now I am suffering from the fact that there is no way to order the soldiers to stop advancing or lie down, otherwise it is easy to die because of the identity of the "cadre". On the other hand, the warriors who were the only ones who were looking forward to the horse did not stop, so they all summoned up the courage to rush all the way up......,...

Just when I was embarrassed" and the soldiers were in a dilemma, the two Vietnamese soldiers I had been staring at suddenly emerged from the hilltop position and 'shot' at us with AK47s. So the fighters and I naturally lay down to avoid the bullets.

Actually, I could have killed the two Vietnamese soldiers before they just came out," but I didn't. One reason was that I didn't want to expose my marksmanship to the Vietnamese snipers, and the other reason was that I needed a reason to lie down.

In the moment I lay on the ground, I analyzed the situation of the enemy and me. The superiority of the enemy is condescending and backlit. My advantage is that he doesn't even know I exist. If he doesn't know my existence, he will inevitably have the heart to despise the enemy; If you have the heart to underestimate the enemy, you will make mistakes, and all I am waiting for is for him to make mistakes!

The two Vietnamese soldiers who came out of the way didn't need me to 'bother' at all, and the soldiers' bullets quickly knocked them to the ground. After all, at a distance of more than two hundred meters, "AK47 does not have much advantage over the nose compared to 56 and a half." I stared intently at every inch of the hilltop position with my rifle in hand, waiting for the Vietnamese snipers to fire again.

But what made me very helpless was that in the contrast of the glow of the sunset, everything on the top of the Vietnamese army was dark and blurry. I believe that even if the Vietnamese sniper fires again, I will not necessarily be able to find out where he is hiding. And..., "There's a good chance I'm going to be next!"

But to my surprise, I waited for a while and didn't notice anyone around me who had been shot and fell to the ground. Well, after a while, it became clear that "as I guessed before, his purpose was not to kill us all. In fact, he couldn't do that. He wanted to stop us from rushing up and occupying the hilltop position...... So we stopped, and he stopped being a killer.

But why is that?

I don't believe that the Vietnamese snipers will not be able to bear to kill us, after all, in their eyes, we are undoubtedly the aggressors. If it were possible, "he would also kill every Chinese who appeared in his sight like Li Shui's 'wave'."

"! Sharpshooter! I was just thinking about it, and suddenly the shouts of the people from my hometown came from the walkie-talkie: "Platoon Commander Cui! The enemy has sharpshooters.........

Listening to the voices of the people in my hometown, I suddenly understood! Our offensive was divided into two ways with the ridge as the boundary, and he had successfully blocked our way, but not his hometown.

At this moment, I suddenly knew where the Vietnamese snipers were hiding. Obviously, in order to control both my and my hometown's attacks at the same time, his sniper position must be in the middle of the ridge, "because only here can you see the left and right sides of the ridge at the same time!"

He was too light on the enemy, perhaps after seeing the attack launched by Regiment Commander Zhang, he came to the conclusion that the combat quality of our army was not high, "That's why he was so arrogant that he wanted to deter the offensive of our two 'sticks' with the strength of one person."

It's just that what he didn't expect was that our two platoons were not only very different from Commander Zhang's troops, but there was also a Lou among them.

Come to think of it, the movements of my hands have not slowed down. The front sight stretched along the ridge to the summit position, and was 'approaching' the 'intersection' of the summit position and the sun, and sure enough, a few small grasses trembling slightly in the sunlight were found in it. The trembling of these little grasses is strange, they do not flutter naturally in the evening breeze, but a violent tremor that comes from the roots and has a frequency, followed by a violent trembling!

So I quickly understood that these little grasses were camouflage on the helmets of Vietnamese snipers, and every time he fired, the recoil on the butt of the gun would shake with those little grasses a few times!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be killed, and the crosshair moved slightly down along the fluttering grass. At this time, the Vietnamese sniper seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun, but it was too late......

I pulled the trigger with my index finger, and with a "bang" of gunshots, in the afterglow of the setting sun that was gradually setting down, a figure shook his whole body and stopped moving.

"Target clear! Above! Before I could finish speaking, I got up from the ground and rushed to the top of the hill.

At this time, I suddenly lost my patience, that is, I lost my previous calmness, and I did not cooperate with the fighters. I felt something in front of me that was drawing me in, and I was desperate to rush forward and grab it.

In fact, I know very well in my heart that this thing is a sniper rifle in the hands of Vietnamese snipers. There are two reasons why I am so anxious: one is that the drop in my hand is really not in your hand. For a sniper, the range of 400 meters is as uncomfortable as a goshawk with its wings broken and a tiger with its teeth pulled out. Of course, "more importantly, I know that the sniper rifle is a very important weapon for both the PLA and the Vietnamese army." Therefore, once a sniper is killed on the battlefield, his assistant or comrade-in-arms is likely to take the sniper rifle away, "if you don't take it in a hurry, it will also be destroyed, so that this killing weapon will not be used by the enemy."

That's exactly what I'm worried about. All I want now is to get my wings back and my teeth back, even if I have to risk my life for it, I don't care!

I couldn't wait for the soldiers to go to the top of the hill to look for the guns, because I knew that before the fighters came up, they would throw a volley of grenades at the top of the hill, and that the barrage would most likely blow up the sniper rifle, and all I would get was a pile of broken metal.

Because of this, "Lou's crosshair never left the sniper's hiding place for a moment, and as he ran towards the hilltop position, he 'shot' and killed all the Vietnamese soldiers who approached the sniper position."

Later I realized that what I was doing was dangerous. It should be said that any kind of weapon is based on people, especially individual weapons. So it was not wise to risk my life on the battlefield to grab a weapon, so much so that I almost died from a grenade thrown by my own comrades."

Bullets kept flying past me and in my ears, but I didn't care. At that time, I was like I was fascinated and only thought about what kind of gun it was, "Could it be an M1 sniper rifle?" Probably not, the Yankees have long since switched to the M16 instead of the MI. And the equipment used by the more devils should still be more Soviet-style equipment, after all, the 'medicine' is different!

I have to admit that I don't know much about modern sniper rifles, and I don't even know what kind of sniper rifles the Soviet Union used at this time, after all, I am just an ordinary journalist in modern times. However, it was this unknown "answer" that "piqued" my strong curiosity. It's like there's a powerful invisible force pulling me forward and trying to see what I'm really doing!

So along the way, I used all my skills, sometimes rolling, sometimes hiding, sometimes lying down, sometimes running, while constantly approaching the target, while using the rifle in my hand to shoot all the Vietnamese soldiers who might pose a threat to me.

But the higher I rushed up, the more enemies I would face, and I don't know if it was because the Vietnamese army felt a threat on our side, or if Commander Zhang's troops had retreated to reduce the pressure on the Vietnamese army. The Vietnamese soldiers guarding this side just now could count them on ten fingers, "But at this moment, a large number of them came around."

This may be exactly what the Vietnamese sniper wanted! For the time being, hold down our offensive and wait for reinforcements from our comrades. Unfortunately, his comrades did not have time to rush over, "He has already fallen under my gun."

The Vietnamese soldiers also discovered me, and in an instant a dozen AK47s and a 'strong' light machine gun were "booming............ It was a bullet that hit me and left me dead in the crater.

Looking to the upper left, I was only a few steps away from the goal, and I was really unwilling to give up my efforts. So he threw out two grenades with one bite, took advantage of the explosion to temporarily suppress the fire of the Vietnamese army, rolled forward violently, and rolled forward twice, and then turned into the trench of Yuecao.

What appeared in front of me was a dead body and a sniper rifle. The deceased was holding a sniper rifle in one hand and pulling the trigger in the other, and there was a black 'hole' the size of a thumb in his helmet, in which something red and white could be faintly seen. Of course, that's not what I'm interested in, I only have the sniper money in my eyes, and I rescued the sniper rifle from the corpse of the Vietnamese soldier in three or two clicks, and I couldn't help but light up in my eyes when I held it in my hand"... I seem to have seen this kind of gun somewhere, its biggest 'color' is that the butt is not solid but hollow, the gun body is yellow and black, and the whole structure gives people a feeling of '' the power of life and death. Later I learned that this was actually a Soviet-style SVD. type of sniper rifle. From the first time I saw it, I knew it was worth it!

At this time, I did not know that I was very dangerous, I was in the trenches of the Vietnamese army, and at this time a large number of Vietnamese troops were rushing here, and once they jumped into the trenches that belonged to them, then I would never return alive.

At this critical moment, several rows of black shadows suddenly passed over my head, and some of them fell at my feet. I couldn't help but be startled when I looked at it carefully, those were grenades that were emitting green smoke.

"These guys!" Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse secretly, knowing that I dared to throw grenades here on top, what is this!

But soon I understood that the soldiers who followed me saw me rushing up, but the hometown team didn't see it, and I didn't teach them to throw a row of grenades before charging..."

Thinking about it, he didn't dare to slow down the movements in his hands, grabbed the anti-sniper rifle he had just surrendered, rolled over, and rolled out of the trench. Then there was a "boom...... behind him, and there was only a "chaos" sound, and the soldiers let out a burst of shouts, and one by one they rushed past me and rushed towards the hilltop position!