Yang Maode can't rely on this big stone to resist and cover to buy time, in order to win something, and he must not rely on this big stone to lie down and dodge! There were also three guys, scattered on either side of him. Only one has been killed now. Anyway, kill this guy again! This is Yang Maode's only thought goal at this time.

Three seconds later, the man finally collapsed after a long, short exchange of fire. He took out another one.

By now, he was able to catch his breath and was surprisingly calm. This calmness is accompanied by a certain ruthlessness. To slaughter life is to love life, and to slaughter the enemy is to protect one's own people, one's motherland and people.

This is the simplest truth, and this is the cruelest truth.

The ground was still trembling, and the artillery fire continued to stretch to his right front, and it became more and more intense. The extended artillery fire seemed to have a downward pressure, and it was necessary to leave immediately, lest it be accidentally injured by its own artillery fire. He made a very sober judgment of the situation in front of him. But there are still three guys who have not been eliminated, and they should all be within twenty meters of themselves.

Just as he was about to turn around and search, something suddenly came from his left side, landed on his right waist, rolled down and lay motionless in the grass beside him. As soon as he turned around, it was a grenade! It turned out that the enemy had approached, and cunningly hid on the other side of the big rock. He was quick to pick up the smoky thing from the ground and throw it over his head. It's too dangerous! Because he was nervous, he used too much force, and the thing was thrown a little higher by him, and it exploded in the air before it could hit the ground.

He heard a few mixed screams, as if someone had run a few steps and then collapsed. He quickly pulled the ring of one of the grenades he had placed in front of him, and waited for it to ignite before throwing it over again to avoid the same tactic.

He lay on the ground and waited quietly for less than two seconds before the grenade exploded.

He discerned and listened.

Was it the loud explosion on the hill that drowned everything out again, or was there apparently no more movement around it? Yang Maode did not dare to make judgments. All he remembered now was that there should be someone on his right. The Soviet search team consisted of five people, scattered into a search formation. The two that I just knocked out should be the two in the middle. If it is estimated that there are two dead on the big stone side, then there should be at least one more outside the bushes on the right.

Apparently he was a little agitated at this time, and misjudged, if there was really someone on the right, then he would have opened fire on him a long time ago. But he waited for about half a minute, but still didn't dare to move.

The Chinese artillery fire went down like a plough. The Soviets in the trenches should have bent over to hide from the impending shelling, and no one would notice the squad that came out to search. Yang Maode boldly strafed out of the grass, firing nearly ten bullets to test the firepower. The magazine was empty, and he was startled and quickly changed the magazine. There was still no movement, and it was only then that he was relieved a lot, and quickly retreated back little by little. He wanted to withdraw from the bushes so that his view would not be obstructed, and at the same time to open up a little more so that he could observe the enemy's situation, and more importantly, the artillery fire had been pressed down, and he had to retreat backwards.

Less than a minute after the shelling on the hill on the left, heavy gunfire rang out, mixed with the explosion of grenades and rockets. After the artillery bombardment, the friendly troops began to attack from the flank. The battle seems to be fierce! The sound of gunfire was like countless firecrackers being set off at the same time, and the noise was incessant.

The gunfire expanded more and more, and the staggered positions suddenly became boiling, and everywhere there were gunfires, accompanied by the sound of shelling.

It's a mess around now, and you can't be so slow anymore.

He got up and leaned against the rock that had blocked him from the bullets, half-crouched on the ground, took out his compass, roughly determined his position, and then decided to touch the hill to the left, where the gunfire was more intense. There was a lively fight over there, and there must have been a lot of people, so he wanted to help. No matter which unit it is, he thinks that if there are more people, it will be easier to do things, and if he doesn't mention anything else, he will be much bolder.

It's still early, about 7 o'clock. As soon as he turned the rock, he found three Soviet corpses lying in the grass over there, all of them covered with blood. One also crawled out with a blood belt more than three meters long, possibly eventually dying from a grenade he later threw over. He quickly picked up a "**Sha" submachine gun and picked up a few more magazines from them.

To go up to the hill on the left to help, you must cross a mountain bay gorge, where the grass grows and the forest is deep, and it is very lush. Who knows if there are any Soviet troops lurking there? If so, how many? He dared to search inside.

Yang Maode held a "Storm" assault rifle and cautiously searched and advanced in the mountain bay.

On the hill where he had wiped out five Soviet troops, the Chinese artillery's professional skills had almost reached perfection, and the shells were coming down in a straight line on the top of the hill, and within a minute of his departure, his battle site was destroyed. At that time, the loud explosions and billowing smoke extended down to the place where he was hiding, so close that the mud and rocks hit his body, and Yang Maode could not be careful to search any more, but ran the best result of his life in one minute as fast as he could. Fortunately, he did not encounter any resistance from the Soviet army, and entered Shanwan smoothly, avoiding the shells of the Chinese army.

When he arrived at Shanwan, he found that there was no place on his body that was dry. Sweat and dew, and the blood that had just been stained on the ground, soaked all over. Inside the military boots, there was a popping sound when I walked at this time. He gasped for a while, then quickly rested and regained his strength. In retrospect, it was a real escape from death just now, as if it was a lifetime away. Life can be said to be a decision made in a moment.

Now the mountain bay was relatively quiet, and the sound of artillery fire was no longer violent, but became more dull, and it seemed to be far away, but it did not reduce the earth-shattering momentum, and the whole mountain trembled. It seems that artillery fire will not fall here, but it does not mean that a place without artillery bombardment is safe, and it is likely that most of the enemy is hiding in this worthless deep bay to avoid shelling. Who knows? Many Soviet soldiers had rich combat experience and had their own hands on evading the shelling of the Chinese army. Therefore, we must not be careless and let our guard down.

He searched cautiously.

It can be seen that this mountain bay has not been shelled by the Chinese and Soviet troops, but the grass is messy, the lodging phenomenon is serious, especially by the ditch, and there are obvious shoe prints. All this must have been left behind by the lurking troops of the Chinese army last night, so this place must be very safe, needless to say. Although last night the large army company battalion was opened, secretly engaged the enemy, and lurked in the enemy's forward position. But now the lurking troops have gone on the offensive, and there is silence in the bay, and there is no one else.

Yang Maode searched forward with his eyes wide open, and at the same time warned himself in his heart that the phenomenon of gradually falling grass was gone, but there were occasional scattered traces of people walking. Yang Maode slowly searched and marched upwards, the grass grew so abundant, dense, it was impossible to walk, and how good the sight was could be imagined.

He was walking in the grass when he suddenly heard a commotion on the ridge twenty or thirty meters in front of him, and the vicious and concise shouting of the Soviet army was heard.

Yang Maode was suddenly in high tension, and he didn't have time to lie down, so he immediately opened fire.

The muzzle of the "Tempest" assault rifle spewed flames, and the bullets rained down. Two seconds later, he heard someone screaming, and three seconds later, he heard the sound of someone falling and rolling in the grass. But someone shot back, and the bullets hit the side, causing the grass to shake. Yang Maode did not lie down to dodge, but rushed while fighting and met him.

Until he ran out of a magazine in one breath and couldn't hear any movement in front of him anymore, Yang Maode changed the magazine while running, and continued to rush forward with a wheezing breath.

He saw that it was a forward Soviet machine-gun position, and there were three people. The machine gunner was apparently shot at the first time and lay there. Another rolled to the side, crushing a patch of grass, spreading out on all fours, and holding a "**Sha" submachine gun in one hand. Another guy was a man with a bandage on his head, sitting on the ground next to the machine gunner, leaning against the machine gun, with a submachine gun on his lap and bleeding from his chest. Yang Maode was afraid that they were pretending to be dead, so when the time came, he turned around and fell into the movie, so he shot several people in the head a few times, just in case, to ensure safety. The guy with the bandage on his head was still sitting like that, and Yang kicked him and picked up his ammunition. The machine gun can't be taken away, and there are no people of his own around, this thing can't fall into the hands of the enemy anymore, and it has to be blown up. He looked around, and there was a bush of grass in the four fields, and he couldn't see anything.

If the attacking forces of the Chinese army choose to fight here, this machine gun position, which is so well hidden, I don't know how many casualties will be brought to the actions of their comrades. There was a lot of ammunition on the machine-gun emplacement, and there were three boxes of Soviet-made handleless grenades, which was a good thing! There were nearly 1,000 rounds of ammunition for the machine gun, and Yang Maode was inexhaustible for the ammunition for the submachine gun. He'd picked up all the equipment he needed, and now he even had magazines in his trouser pockets, and he was bulging.

All his movements were fast, and he was panting all the time, sweating from his forehead. When all the enemy's weapons had been gathered, he tied one of his handle-handled grenades to the machine gun with grass, and several Soviet-made grenades were hoisted underneath, and he looked at them and was satisfied, and then he picked up half a box of grenades and continued up the ridge. About 30 meters up, there was no movement, the grass on the ridge was not as much as below, it became a bush and weeds, and then it was a completely dense forest. It's still relatively quiet, and the sound of gunfire is far away. There was a tree in front of him, and he ran over, put down the half box of grenades on his shoulder, then took out the magazine in his trouser pocket, replaced it with a grenade, lifted his gun, and looked down the road again. After going down for more than ten meters, he found a huge raised stone next to it, so he estimated that he threw a few grenades down and quickly lay down behind the stone.

The detonation was successful, and the sound of a loud chain of explosions drowned out the fierce gunfire in the distance. As soon as the explosion stopped, Yang Maode quickly rushed up the mountain. As soon as he ran to the makeshift ammunition storage point, he heard someone running from the jungle. Listening to the sound of footsteps, there were about four or five people coming, and he couldn't see them, so he didn't dare to shoot, for fear of accidentally injuring his own people, so he took advantage of the cover of the tree and shouted: "What people? ”

Before the words fell, the bullets from the submachine gun swept over. This time I missed the opportunity! He quickly threw a couple of grenades over and shot back.

The enemy was very fierce, and the bullets of the "**Sha" submachine gun almost poured over, so that Yang Maode had to lie on the ground and couldn't raise his head. The enemy shouted, parting and fanning out. I only heard the rumbling of the grass in front of me, and the enemy was getting closer and closer, forcing Yang Maode to retreat. As soon as he retreated, the half box of Soviet-made grenades was in front of him.

As soon as Yang Maode's gunfire stopped, the Soviet soldiers shouted and rushed over from the left, front and right. Taking advantage of the moment when the Soviets thought he was dead and stopped shooting, Yang Maode quickly half-squatted up and threw seven grenades as fast as he could. There were two that he grabbed with one hand and threw them together. The handleless grenade exploded in a series of 10 to 12 meters from him, and he lay on the ground tightly, not daring to look up at all.

In the midst of the serial explosions, there was a series of screams of falling to the ground. But there were still unkilled enemies, coming from his upper right, and the bullets from the submachine gun kept coming from him less than a foot away. Apparently the grass is dense, the sight is not good, the shooting is blind, the angle is not right at all. There was only one left, and Yang Maode was relieved. He had already switched to an assault rifle, and now he was facing the direction of the gunfire in the grass, ready to fight back.

But only two bullets were fired, and the warehouse was empty again! Yang Maode hurriedly reached out to touch the magazine in his trouser pocket, where was there in his trouser pocket, he forgot to go down to blow up the enemy's machine gun position just now, and replaced it with a grenade. Fortunately, there is one left, regardless of his three-seven-twenty-one, he threw it out as soon as he raised his hand.

He threw it too far, and in an instant, the enemy was already rushing in front of him. The guy was covered in blood, shaking his head violently and blinking his eyes. It turned out that the blood confused his eyes, maybe the shrapnel of the grenade hit him above his eyes just now, but this guy is very tenacious, and he is also a brave man who is not afraid of death, and he is crazy and wants to come desperately.

Yang Maode's assault rifle originally had a bayonet on it, but he didn't have time to put the gun in his hand, and stabbed it up in a half-crouching position. In desperation, he squatted with his bare hands, squatted suddenly, jumped up and slammed into the man, grabbed him by the waist, and pushed him back.

This guy was also in a hurry, skimmed the gun, bent down and hugged him with both hands, and also tightly clamped Yang Maode's waist, wanting to stand upside down and fall. At this time, the grenade thrown by Yang Maode exploded, and neither of them was injured. This guy is tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, although his head is injured, it does not affect the stability of the lower plate at all. But it wasn't easy for that guy to stand him upside down. Both of them confessed to death, and they had to go to the first thought, so they stuck on.

Yang Maode's face turned red, and he tried hard, and so did the Russian, and the two of them did not move in the grass. The two represent two rival nations, and they are fighting to the death in a wrestling match without a runner-up in this life-and-death battlefield.

Gradually, the stalemate changed, and the forces tilted.

Yang Maode's feet slowly lifted off the ground, and he was lifted up little by little by the Soviet soldier. Yang Maode's right head and face were tightly attached to the right waist of the Soviet army, his eyes were staring at the ground, he should have seen the dagger tied to the right calf of the Soviet soldier, but maybe he saw it, but he didn't react, he didn't think about using it, he just insisted on falling and pushing him. Now that I can't beat him, I'm going to lose, so I can't help but panic. In a panic, his original tactics immediately changed, and his left hand, which was holding the enemy's waist, loosened and stretched out.

At this moment, he was immediately lifted up, and his ass was facing the sky.

Yang struggled, his feet bouncing in the air.

The Soviet soldier took two steps forward without any purpose, and after only two steps, the dagger held high in Yang Maode's left hand stabbed him from behind at the crook of his knee, and then jerked it out. The Soviet soldier screamed, let go of his hand, and jumped to the side with one leg to avoid it, dragging his right leg diagonally.

Here Yang Maode hit his head on the ground first, and his head hit the grass with a "bang", he couldn't help but "ouch", and the whole front body came into full intimate contact with the ground. When I got up, my nose was crooked, and tears came out. He struggled to open his nostrils, put the dagger in his right hand, and stabbed the Soviet soldier forward. Because the place where Yang Maode pierced just now was the key point of his legs and feet, he was strong and fierce, and he pierced it deeply, which was equivalent to abolishing one of the legs of the Soviet soldier, and now Yang Maode stabbed it very quickly, where could he avoid it?

The moment the dagger stabbed into the chest and abdomen, Yang Maode only saw the other party hunched back, grabbed his hand holding the knife with both hands, and pressed towards him, trying to reduce the strength of the dagger stabbing in. Yang Maode saw that his blood-stained face was covered with a look of horror, despair and pain, his face was distorted, and his eyes showed an incomparably pleading light, staring at him deadly.

Looking at the painful expressions on the faces of the Soviet soldiers and the pleading light in their eyes, Yang Maode was a little frightened. Now the dagger can't go forward hard, and it can't shrink back.

The two froze again, and the four hands were clenched together. Slowly, the equilibrium trend changed again, and this time it was Yang Maode who took the initiative. The two stood facing each other, their hands clasped, the painful distortion on the faces of the Soviet soldiers became more and more terrifying, and the death light in their eyes became more and more intense, Yang Maode tried his best, roared, stabbed hard, and then withdrew his hands from his hands and took two steps back.

(To be continued)