Hell, hell, three more people! ”

"Fuck, you, you, come over to Lao Tzu!"

Tao Zhiwei's broken gong voice kept shouting there.

Easily withstood several attacks from the Russians, and the counterattack began.

But apparently, the will to resist of the Russian Red Army was just as strong.

Under the Chinese wave of attacks, they are never willing to give up an inch of their position......

The attack was far more arduous than you imagined. Those Red Army troops were simply like crazy, desperately resisting every attack of the Chinese!

The battle looked a little chaotic.

The air was filled with a strong stench of corpses and the explosion of explosive bombs.

The sand around the soldiers was yellowed by the fire medicine from the bombs.

A sergeant signaled to the brothers in the back to move to the right and out of the shallow bunker.

Xin Pingyanzi, who had just entered the army, ran towards the place where the squad leader Xi Dasheng was standing, and Dou Dasheng was looking ahead. The smoke plopped and fell at his feet.

There was shouting and screaming everywhere.

Unfamiliar officers and sergeants shouted and gave orders: "The 1st platoon of the 8th company is ...... here"

"What about the mortar team? What about the fucking mortar squad? Come up here ......".

The Chinese troops began to advance into the depths of the positions. No sooner had they taken a few steps than one of the enemy's machine guns opened fire on the Chinese soldiers from the low bushes on the right.

Mortars of the Russian Red Army then also fired at Chinese soldiers. Everyone fell to the ground.

Smoke jumped into a shallow pit. The entire company was completely suppressed. All action stopped. The shells fell even more sharply until it was no longer possible to discern a single explosion, except for a continuous, devastating rumble, and occasionally the tearing sound of shrapnel flying low overhead.

The air is a mixture of smoke and dust.

Every muscle in Smokeko's body was as tight as a string. The smoke was trembling and swaying, as if it had been pumped.

He sweated profusely, prayed, gritted his teeth, clutched the butt of his rifle, and began to curse the damned Russians.

The dense mortar blocking fire showed no signs of abating. It makes people think it's never over. Huge shells fell in a parabola around them, and some of the recruits were terrified, really worried that one shell would fall directly into the pit where they were hiding.

In this kind of noise, if there is an order being spoken, or someone shouting at a teammate, it is not heard at all.

Smoke felt as if she had been left alone on the battlefield, completely isolated and hopeless in the midst of this stormy explosion. All you can do at this moment is sweat and pray to survive. To stand up under such heavy artillery fire is undoubtedly suicide.

Wounded soldiers on foot began to walk by, and Yanzi saw a friend who had enlisted with him hurrying by, his left upper arm wrapped in a bandage, and blood oozing from it.

"Are you badly hurt?" The smoke screamed.

With joy on his face, he grinned and said briskly, "Don't feel sorry for me, Yanzi. I can go back to the hospital. It's all over for me. ”

A few dozen yards away, a hospital health officer was treating wounded soldiers in a cramped position.

Smoke walked over and sat down beside him. The hygienist was bending over a young Chinese soldier who had just died on a stretcher. The deceased was wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage on one side of his neck. His delicate, handsome, boyish face was very pale.

"What a sacrifice," thought Yanzi, who must not have turned 20 years old. ”

"Forward, don't be fucking stunned, follow me!" The company commander's voice came again.

The soldiers advanced eastward, stopping briefly along a north-south path. The order came that the unit had to quickly advance to a small road, where they were to fight side by side with the 3 battalion.

The soldiers continued to weave their way through dense bushes and dense sniper fire to an open field overlooking the opposite side. The 8th company has already reached the east.

More than a dozen 8-company infantry gunners began firing at the Russian soldiers a few hundred yards away, and the enemy was emerging from a narrow mangrove forest on the left and rushing to the position on the right.

"Alright, brethren, get them in line, pull the trigger and shoot!" One of the sergeants shouted, "You can't kill them with your chirps, only chalk bombs do." ”…,

A few more Russians escaped from the mangroves. A burst of rifle shots knocked each of them to the ground.

"That's much better......," the sergeant muttered.

The mortar gunner put down his equipment, stood next to it and began to set up the gun.

Gunfire erupted from behind. This unit had no contact with the neighboring units of the Marine Comrades on the left or right. But the veterans don't care about anything but the enemy in their sight......

Shells were still flying overhead, but there was not much light weapons fire left in the area.

Suddenly, the Russians swept their machine guns at the Chinese soldiers, the heaviest fire Yanzi had ever seen concentrated in such a small area...... The chalk shells were crackling less than a foot above the top of the artillery bunker.

The smoke and dust from the artillery fire blocked the view.

Under the shock, the ground seemed to be swaying back and forth. Smoke felt as if she was floating in some kind of illusory whirlpool of thunderstorms. The Russians crucked and crackled......

The Chinese soldiers began to cover each other's advances.

About halfway through the run, the smoke staggered forward. At that moment, a huge bomb exploded to my left, with a flash and roar. A piece of shrapnel skimmed the ground, grazing his head just as he fell.

On his right, Dou Dasheng let out an "ah" sound and fell, shrapnel hitting him. As he fell, he clutched the left side of his body.

The smoke sped up on him. Fortunately, the shrapnel was already at the end of the crossbow, and it only hit Dou Dasheng's gun belt, and the line on the gun belt was broken......

Smoke knelt beside him and checked his side. He was lucky, with only a few scrapes.

Dou Dasheng's face was also pale, and he kept muttering something in his mouth......

Being bombarded by a lot of artillery and mortars is definitely scary, but the fear of being shelled in the open air outweighs the thoughts of anyone who hasn't experienced it.

The soldiers checked their weapons and, in order to prepare for the coming night, put their equipment in a place where they could get their hands quickly.

As night fell, the command came: "The smoking signal light is out." ”

All the conversation stopped. Two men in each foxhole, one of whom could settle himself as comfortably as possible, sleep on a jutting rock, while his companion had to keep his eyes wide and ears pricked up, alert for any movement or sound in the darkness.

Occasionally, a Russian mortar shell would land on the area, but it was quiet for several hours.

The Chinese artillery fired some shells as harassing fire to contain the movement of enemy troops in front of the company.

Soon the Russians began to try to infiltrate the front of the 8th Company's position and sneak up on our rear along the other flank of the position. Chinese soldiers heard sporadic fire from small arms fire and the rumble of grenades.

In such a situation, the firing discipline of the Chinese soldiers had to be strict so as not to injure their companions by mistake.

Suddenly, the movement of the dry vegetation in front of the artillery bunker caught the attention of the smoke.

Smoke cautiously turned and waited, spear in hand.

The squirming movement was getting closer and closer, and Yanzi's heart was pounding. He was thinking that it must be a Russian trying to sneak in, stopping from time to time to avoid being discovered. He was probably shooting on his own and had seen the spewing fire. He could throw a grenade or pounce on himself with a bayonet at any moment.

Under the gray light and black inky shadows, he could not see anything.

Smoke crouches low to get a better view of the silhouette in the sky. He gently opened the insurance. Against the background of the night sky, a figure wearing a steel helmet loomed in front of the artillery bunker!

From the silhouette, I can't tell if the steel helmet is my own or Russian.

Smoke aimed the gun at the man's head, pressed the handle of the gun, and gently pulled the trigger. A thought crossed Smoke's mind, that if he was too close to use a grenade, he might use a bayonet or broadsword against me.

Smoke's hand is steady, even though he is scared. Either he dies or I die.

"Password!" Smoke whispered.

Didn't answer.

"Password!"

"Alert ......"

Yanzi breathed a sigh of relief, he recognized the voice, it was a big man from his own village!

"Da Zhuang, why didn't you say the password just now? I almost shot you! Smoke said breathlessly.

He looked at the chalk gun and sighed: "Mother"

He understood what had almost happened: "I thought you knew it was me." ”

Da Zhuang is one of Yanzi's closest friends, and the two have grown up together since childhood. I know what he just did meant. If Yanzi's finger had put a last bit of force on the trigger, Da Zhuang might have died there. That would be his own fault and would have no effect on the smoke. But even so, if Smoke kills him, then, perhaps, Smoke will never forgive himself for the rest of his life, and his life may be completely ruined.

Smoke's right hand trembled so badly that he couldn't use his strength at all, so he had to close the safety with his left hand. He felt nauseous and weak and wanted to be louder.

Da Zhuang climbed over and sat on the edge of the artillery bunker.

"I'm sorry, Smoke. I thought you knew it was me. He said.

Smoke is on the battle ticket, thanking his best friend for still alive: "What the hell, it's so dark, the Russians are everywhere, how can I know it's you?" ”

He roared there. Then he scolded his best friend.

In just a few days, Yanzi has fully understood that the real battlefield is by no means as easy as he thought. The real battlefield is always full of the threat of death, although sometimes you don't want to face it......

Smoke doesn't know if he can survive, and all he can do now is beg God for his blessing! ）1！． L