142. Chapter 8 (1) The Dead
The fierce artillery fire of the Vietnamese army made Xu Zhijun angry, and the other side's shells poured almost all of them into the passage leading to the forward position as if they had eyes, blocking the connection between the upper and lower positions at once, and some shells almost fell in front of his concealed command post.
Xu Zhijun, who had just picked up the enamel teapot and wanted to drink saliva, threw the teapot in his hand to the ground, and roared at the people around him:
"What the fuck is this vigilance, the observation posts of the Vietnamese army are almost under Lao Tzu's nose."
As soon as he turned his face, he saw Zhao Lei, who was hurrying over, and ordered him directly:
"You! Take your reconnaissance platoon to find out the observation post of the Vietnamese army to Lao Tzu, and don't come back if you can't find you. ”
"Yes!"
Zhao Lei's foothold was not stable, so he promised to turn around and gather the team, and rushed towards several suspicious locations.
Li Hong's reinforced platoon in the first attack, there were more than a dozen soldiers' corpses thrown on the 54# position, in addition to the wounded and seriously wounded, now there are only more than 20 soldiers who can be put into battle, but these people are outlaws, the more fierce, the more brutal the battle can make their blood spurt, at this time, these people are ready, just waiting for an order, they will kill to the battlefield.
Nguyen Van Hung walked over with a submachine gun in his hand, a bullet pouch tied around his waist, and a helmet hat on his head, and he looked at these warriors in front of him with a solemn expression, in addition to the weapons in their hands, these people had grenades or grenades tied to their shoulders, waists and even arms, which was a sign of decisive death, and Nguyen Van Hung couldn't help but be moved.
"Brothers, I can feel your determination to win from your eyes, but I, Nguyen Van Hung, will not only watch my brothers play with their lives in front, I will only sit back and enjoy their success, I will also have the blood of soldiers in my veins, I will rush up with you, not only me, but all the personnel and reserves in my company headquarters will rush up with you, plant our military flag on the top of the enemy's mountain, and drive those Chinese soldiers off the 54# heights!"
For a while, the roar of driving away the Chinese echoed in the mountains.
The interval between the two attacks was so short that it was indeed beyond everyone's expectations, Zhao Dahu and several soldiers were laying directional mines in the front line, and the artillery bombardment of the Vietnamese army began, Chen Xiaotian hurriedly ordered everyone to prepare for battle.
Boxes of ammunition were moved to the front line, but the original three lines of defense were now obviously stretched, Zhao Dahu had the idea to lay some mines near the outermost trenches, and when they hurriedly made these preparations and hid in the trenches, the sound of the Vietnamese army rushing and killing came from afar.
The heavy machine guns, mortars, bullets and shells of the rocket launchers that provided fire support for the mountain attack team began to pour down like raindrops on the mountain, and the artillery fire used to attack the opponent's supply line from a distance was still continuing, and the soldiers on the position were so pressed by the fierce bullet rain that they couldn't raise their heads, Zhao Dahu held the submachine gun and hid in the cat's ear hole with his eyes closed, and Shen Dapeng, who was huddled with Zhao Dahu, looked at his demeanor that was extremely out of tune with the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but shake his head in admiration.
What a strong heart it takes to hold up this calm mind before the big war.
"Brother, I see that your marksmanship is quite accurate, and the gun is also very slippery, and everyone seems to have two strokes, a few days ago I heard that when you were competing in martial arts at the foot of the mountain, you won my fellow countryman, is there such a thing?"
Dapeng, who was sorting out the magazine, tilted his head and looked at Zhao Dahu, "What?" Platoon Commander Zhao Lei and you are fellow countrymen? ”
"Yes, we are serious brothers from a village, who grew up together with bare butts, and we are still relatives who are not too far away."
Zhao Dahu said, as if he had returned to his distant childhood.
"The day we came up, I heard that they also received orders, and they should be down the mountain now, and it won't be long before you two can see each other."
"Come up, these bunnies are up, quick!"
Zhao Dahu, who had been talking with his eyes closed, suddenly jumped up, picked up his gun and rushed to the position.
Only then did Dapeng feel that the artillery fire just now had become sparse at this time.
As soon as he poked his head out of the trench, he saw that the Vietnamese army running at the forefront was less than thirty meters away from the front line, and he glanced at Zhai Mingyi and Zhang Quanle not far away, and the two nodded at him.
Li Hong gave the order to attack, and the dead soldiers under his command jumped out of their hiding place together, and threw a row of grenades and grenades at the front position, followed by shouts of killing, these people rushed towards them while shooting, and when they were less than twenty meters from the front line, the soldiers on the opposite side met them with the same heavy rain of bullets.
With the experience of the first close combat, Zhai Mingyi, Dapeng and Lezi were obviously much calmer this time, and in a moment there were already six or seven corpses of Vietnamese soldiers in front of them, but this could not stop the attack of the Vietnamese army, and the Vietnamese army had already attacked the positions around them.
Zhai Mingyi, who was struggling to cope with the growing number of Vietnamese troops in front of him, suddenly caught a glimpse of a Vietnamese soldier jumping into a position not far from him and rolling into a fight with a soldier.
The warrior was wounded, blood from his head obscured his vision, and he was at a disadvantage as soon as he fought, scuffling and rolling in the small space, and the warrior gradually became overwhelmed.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Zhai Mingyi shot a quick shot, hitting several Vietnamese soldiers who were close in front of him, and then jumped up and rushed over there.
At this time, the soldier who was pressed under him by the Vietnamese army was struggling, clutching the arms of the Vietnamese army with both hands, while the dagger in the hands of the Vietnamese army was getting closer and closer to his heart, and the soldier was supporting him hard.
Zhai Mingyi, who rushed over, threw a heavy kick directly on the back of the Vietnamese soldier, and the Vietnamese soldier flew out almost flat, and at the same time the gun in Zhai Mingyi's hand also rang out, and the discharged bullet chased the Vietnamese soldier in flight, and the Vietnamese soldier had not yet landed, Zhai Mingyi's bullets drilled into his body, and the soldier who was rescued by Zhai Mingyi was a little stunned, and couldn't help shouting 'Beautiful!' ’。
More and more Vietnamese troops have rushed into the position, and many places have become battlefields of hand-to-hand combat.
"Quick, withdraw to the second line of defense, Huzi! Prepare to detonate! ”
As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet hit his right leg, he staggered, barely supported his body with a gun, and a Vietnamese soldier who rushed over was about to shoot Chen Xiaotian with a submachine gun.
I saw a flash of cold light, and a dagger flew in, impartially piercing into the eye socket of this Vietnamese soldier, and the strength was so great that the tip of the dagger was exposed from the back of this kid's head, this kid was also strong enough, and he used his remaining little consciousness to raise his gun and shoot at Chen Xiaotian, but there was no crosshair at all.
It was Dapeng who threw the dagger, and he and Zhang Quanle, who rushed over together, retreated to the second line of defense with Chen Xiaotian, and the other soldiers also covered each other and retreated.
A violent explosion reminded my ears that the huge lethality generated by the directional mines temporarily blocked the attack of the Vietnamese army, and finally rushed into the trenches Zhao Dahu and Zhai Mingyi's faces were black, and they could only see a mouthful of white teeth and a pair of bloody eyes.