The Soviet soldier clutched his chest in great pain, slowly moved one foot into the grass behind him, and slowly withered and fell. He lay there moaning and gasping, and for a moment there was only breath coming out, not breathing.

Yang Maode gasped and turned to the ground, grabbed the "**Sha" submachine gun in his hand, and fired wildly towards the enemy.

It's over.

The silent duel of death was over, and the place seemed calm for a moment amid the rumbling of cannon fire in the distance.

Yang Maode gasped for a moment, picked up the weapons and ammunition in the grass on the ground, and continued to search towards the dense forest.

The corpses of the Soviet soldiers who rushed out of the dense forest and sent them to death were all found, a total of four, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

He found a slender, hollowed-out German-made sniper rifle next to a corpse. He picked it up, looked at it, and it was fine, it was flawless, and it wasn't blown up at all. He had touched the firearm, but had not fired it live. Chinese scouts also used similar guns, and he had seen them shoot, aiming with telescopes, with strong firepower, long shots, and high accuracy. A sniper in a scout also taught him how to read the ranging number line, the dashed arc and the bottom line are used for ranging, with 1.70 meters as the standard height, the dashed arc and the bottom solid line just multiply the scale on the dashed arc where the person is stuck by one hundred is the distance, about 200 meters with the top inverted V-shaped crosshair, the lower inverted V-shaped front sight to use which one to aim at is according to every additional 200 meters or so from top to bottom. Now that he actually got this weapon that he was very envious, he was so happy in his heart. He slung the submachine gun on his shoulder, took the deadly sword in his hand, and touched and touched. He tried to look at the top of the opposite hill, and saw far away, he used his hand to adjust the telescope, and then raised it and looked into the distance again, what a good thing! Needless to say. It's just not known how much ammunition is in it. Whoever cares about it will have it with the dead.

Now with this thing, it is much better to observe from a distance, and you can also fire from a distance, and ordinary enemies can't detect themselves, let alone hit themselves. He felt very happy, he was a little more courageous, and he felt that he had always been lucky.

Groping his way up from the mountain bay, he had now crossed a ridge. He remembered that the general direction was to go to the high ground on the left to participate in the battle, so it should always go up diagonally. The gunfire was still loud in that place, and it didn't fall silent. After all this time, it seems that both sides are fighting stubbornly.

After about half an hour of walking in the dense forest, the slope on this side was very steep, but there were no more enemies. As he walked, he found a path that zigzagged to a high ground. He was excited, it was coming, he thought.

When he stepped up to catch up, he found that it was still very low, and there were many higher hills. But apparently, this highland is not where he is going. There was no war on the heights, and the flames of war spread over the mountains higher in the distance.

But there are traces of the aftermath of the fierce battle on this high ground, and there are craters, corpses, stumps, and broken guns everywhere you can see...... Judging from the corpses left behind, there are many people who died in the Chinese army.

There must still be remnants of the enemy and, he was sure. It seems that the friendly troops did not have time to consolidate their surface positions, clear the tunnels, and after conquering them in one go, they hurriedly advanced again.

I can't care so much, since I have worked hard and gone through life and death to get here, then expand the results of the battle and kill a few more of his people, I can't come empty-handed and come for nothing! From here, you can see a few small grass huts and trenches surrounding the highlands in the woods of the highlands.

Yang Maode estimated that this could be a certain alert position of the Soviet army, and now it has been resurrected. The view was not very good, it was blocked too much, and he moved forward to take cover from a tree and scanned it with a sniper rifle, but he still couldn't see anything. You have to go around to a higher place on the right-hand side of the high ground and look down to see it clearly.

He was about to go over there when he suddenly saw a Soviet soldier with a gun and under the cover of grass and trees, cautiously approaching him. This person may be a wandering sentinel who thinks there's movement here and wants to come over and see what it is. Fortunately, Yang Maode's sharp eyes found him first, and the two were very close, only within 30 meters, if he found it first, the consequences would be unimaginable. Yang Maode was also sharp-eyed and quick-handed, and after discovering the enemy, he immediately raised his sniper rifle and shot at the person who came, and with a "bang", the person fell down in response. At such a close distance, he didn't have to look through the scope at all.

After defeating this man, he felt a little regretful that he wasted an original bullet in vain. Besides, it was also risky just now, in case a few people suddenly rushed out, the problem could not be solved without a submachine gun. Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy had not yet appeared, he quickly changed the "**Sha" in his hand (the bullets of his "Tempest" assault rifle had already run out).

The "Sha" submachine gun can be counted as a fairly successful example of early mass-produced weapons in the USSR. The gun has a simple structure and can be reliable, due to the large demand, most of the parts are stamped and formed by steel plates, and welding and riveting technologies are also widely used. Compared with the Chinese submachine gun, although the "**Sha" is crudely made, it appears stronger. The shoulder section is good, and it does not look a little short like the butt of the "Tempest" assault rifle. It is also easy to with the left hand by tilting the gun slightly to the left. The loading and unloading and fixing of the magazine are very convenient and fast. The safety may seem like a bad thing to use, but it turns back and forth quickly and effectively. The shell is very powerful, and it can quickly enter the firing state or preparation for shooting, with almost no recoil, no muzzle jumping, and hundreds of rounds of ammunition can be fired almost without failure. Compared with the "Whirlwind" submachine gun of the Chinese army, the "**Sha" is more suitable for fighting in the harsh cold conditions of the Soviet Union. For this reason, Chinese officers and soldiers often capture and pick up "**Sha" for use, and for this reason, the Chinese Ministry of National Defense also prints and distributes Chinese-language manuals on how to use the captured "**Sha" submachine guns. So Yang Maode is no stranger to "**Sha".

Fortunately, it was just one person, and nothing else. Yang Maode's nervous heart calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

He waited here for a while, but no one showed up again. So he turned to the right towards the intended goal, trying to go around to the commanding heights on the east side of the high ground.

Under the cover of the grass and trees, he pricked up his ears and listened to all the unusual movements around him. It was all going well, and as soon as I touched the bottom of the commanding height, I looked up and saw a Soviet soldier standing up from there, trying to look down. I'm probably very alert, and I can hear movement below. Yang Maode has only one thought: fire first! He didn't care about bending down to hide in the grass, and hit a shuttle.

The enemy was punched in the chest, and with a lunge forward, he turned down the fortifications. There was a shout from above, and I don't know how many people there were. Yang Maode quickly threw four grenades at it, all of which landed on the predetermined point, and exploded violently. Then he rushed forward with a bang, firing his gun and firing at the same time.

He saw a machine gun position again, it turned out that this was just a small dirt bag, the area was not large, less than 3 square meters, there were actually five people on it, or head, or legs, or arms, or chest, or abdomen, all bandaged, and there was a guy with a strip of white cloth wrapped tightly around his body, these people must have been wounded in the battle with the Chinese army just now, and they couldn't move, but at this moment they finally got retribution, and they all fell next to the machine gun. Only one of them had not yet lost his breath, there was a short and violent coughing sound in his throat, and blood bubbles were bubbling in the corners of his mouth.

The machine gun was blown out and crooked to the side. He quickly checked the surrounding terrain, and it turned out that this was a riding line ridge, and the battle was still raging two miles in front of him, with smoke and fire rising from time to time. If you want to go to war, you have to go through the high ground below. Of course, you can also go down the ridge and sneak away from the enemies on this high ground. But he didn't want to do that, anyway, it's all about hitting the enemy, it's the same everywhere. Now he was getting bolder, and he didn't have the slightest hint of fear.

It's a pity that this machine-gun position can't be used by him now, after all, there are few people, and the enemy on all sides can't be called. Otherwise, you can boldly lure the enemy here and destroy them.

The enemy position on the high ground in front of him was in shambles after the artillery attack, and it was strange that the grass houses did not burn or collapse. He thought that there must be an enemy hidden in the trenches, and there was no doubt about it. But how can you lure them out and kill them one by one? He can't stay here for long, and if the enemy hits him with a bazooka, then he will die without a place to bury.

Yang Maode observed this for a while, picked up some ammunition, and quickly left.

The enemy was very cunning just now, and although they were very close, they might still watch their own people die on the machine-gun position, but they just didn't come out again, for fear of encountering another blow of destruction. However, it is also possible that they must be secretly observing, knowing that he is the only one, so they are too lazy to bother with him.

If that were the case, Yang Maode would definitely be ambushed by their cold guns. The enemy is cunning, they can't do it for one person, everyone rushes out as a target. But hiding in an ambush is different, as long as a bullet, there is no danger of being exposed.

The enemy did not dare to come out, probably because he was too experienced in combat, and he was afraid that there would be a large number of ambushes behind Yang Maode, and when the time came, he would be exposed, and he would only increase casualties and would not be able to hold his position. Probably, what they have to do now is wait for reinforcements, and not expose them easily. The high underground tunnels are strong, and as soon as reinforcements arrive, then the surface position can be restored again.

Yang Maode estimated that there were not many Soviet troops, but they were only sticking to the trenches and tunnels on the high ground, and they didn't bother to pay attention to one or two Chinese troops outside. The first trench on this high ground was about 200 meters away from the machine-gun position he had just rushed up to occupy, and now he got off the machine-gun position and went directly from the ridge towards the first trench.

In the middle of the cordon, on the mountain on the right side of the riding line ridge separated by a distance of four or five hundred meters, a bullet suddenly fired, and a "whoosh" sound passed under the helmet on Yang Maode's forehead, Yang Maode was startled, and quickly lay down and hid in the grass.

He was turning back to look for the enemy's hiding place in the direction where the bullet was fired, when suddenly the sound of "clattering" blades of grass and the sound of people running and footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, coming towards him. As expected, there was an enemy hiding in the position. Yang Maode didn't care about competing with the sniper, so he hurriedly turned around and pointed his gun at the person who came. He secretly rejoiced that he was really blessed just now, and he was almost shot coldly.

But on the other hand, snipers kill people, and they have to be safer, and they don't need to come into close contact with people at all. He remembered that he also had a sniper rifle, so why not try his hand at hitting two enemies with a cold gun after he had destroyed the enemy? Wouldn't it be too stupid to have such a good weapon and not use it? He thought to himself.

At this point in the battle, he was no longer afraid at all, and his focus was on how to destroy the enemy and kill a few more of them. This way, unscathed, can only be said to be luck. He still can't remember how many magazines he fired, five, or seven? He is not afraid of waste, the enemy has it, after the fight, pick it up. His experience is that the suppression of firepower must be fierce enough, his own people are alone, when you shoot the enemy, you want to shoot again and again, come to a hundred shots, and win the shooting jackpot, that is ridiculous, naïve, the enemy does not want your life is strange. The enemy will never compete with you in marksmanship, and you will have a fair contest back and forth. This is desperate, it is a matter of life and death, if you don't fight fiercely, how can the courage come, how can the momentum come? There are many people with great strength, four or five guns, very brave, no less than us, usually bullets rain at every turn; If you want to be civilized and polite, you want a greeting shot by shot, and you don't rude to let go of a magazine in one breath, that's absolutely not okay. In other words, it is absolutely impossible not to kill your enemies without being ferocious, and to kill your enemies first.

On the battlefield, whoever survives on both sides is the victor and the hero. Victors and heroes are both people whose hands are stained with the blood of the enemy, and if your hands are not stained with the blood of several enemies, and you have not asked for the lives of several enemies, how can you be a hero? You can only achieve each other and make each other heroes.

It's called cruelty.

This is the battlefield.

On the battlefield, you must not let your enemy survive, and you must let him die before you. Unless you already want to die, you want to let your motherland and people suffer disasters and humiliation, and suffer heavy losses of interests. In this hell of blood and fire, life and death, you have only one choice, and that is to kill all the enemies you see and kill them mercilessly. You grow up in blood and fire, grow into a murderer who fears and fear your enemies, and then rise from hell to heaven and become a hero admired by all.

This is the naked war, this is the murderous nature of war; There is no mercy for the enemy, no sympathy, no friendship at all, there is only a choice of life and death. Either he kills you or you kill him. Kill your enemies here, you don't have to worry about breaking the law, going to jail, the only thing you have to worry about is how to kill them and how not to be killed by them.

So now Yang Maode is calm, all he thinks about is how to kill those who want to kill him first. Who can be a hero, and who can be a hero? Who can make their homeland and people cheer, and who can make their own country and people cheer? He didn't think about it anymore. Now is the time to face off again between life and death, and once again to let life and death determine all of this.

If he wants to survive now, he must be the first to kill the enemy who wants to kill him. Only death can be exchanged for life!

Yang Maode lay on the ground, listening to the direction of his footsteps. Not good, more than one person came! He lay on his stomach and carefully discerned the enemy's approach. Looking at the grass roots on the ground is undoubtedly much better than a cat's waist, this is a secret that Yang Maode suddenly discovered, because he has already seen the legs and feet of the person in front of him, but the enemy has not yet discovered him.

Yang Maode had no time to consider whether the other person would inflict a fatal blow on him, and he fired desperately. On the battlefield, only when the enemy fires first can there be a glimmer of life.

In just an instant, he had already fired a dozen or so bullets, heading two or three feet above the man's legs and feet. He saw the man's spear flung high into the grass on the shoulders of the man and fell to the right. From the right came the screams of a man being hit by a gun.

The shouts gave Yang an excellent direction to shoot, and he immediately strafed and turned the muzzle of his gun.

It is strafing and turning the muzzle, not turning the muzzle and strafing.

On the battlefield, the sound of gunfire, no matter to anyone, is undoubtedly a shocking magic sound, which can bring panic to people's already highly tense nerves. It is the advantage of the submachine gun that he strafs and falls through the muzzle, and this is the advantage of fire suppression. This is a man who knows how to use a gun!

The remaining dozens of bullets were discharged in an instant, and in the midst of this, he heard the short, violent coughing of someone being hit in the head, face, and throat by a strafing bullet, followed by the sound of a man falling in the grass. When the man fell in the grass, the bullets just poured out.

Destroying two enemies with one magazine is undoubtedly the most lame shooting skill for some sharpshooters, and a waste and luxury for some budget-conscious people. However, in the eyes of the great motherland and people, at this moment, in the field of blood and fire, they still have a brave and strong warrior, and peace and tranquility have another powerful guarantee. In the eyes of the parents and relatives in the rear, their sons and relatives are still alive on the battlefield, and they can continue to bravely fight the enemy, and the suspense in their hearts can relax and take a breath.

At this time, no one will deduct points for his incorrect shooting posture or ask him to practice again. No one will say, "It's a waste that you used so many bullets to kill two enemies." "If there is, then this kind of person who stands and talks without backache, ask him to show you how to destroy an enemy with a bullet in such a situation, and at the moment when the muzzle of his gun is turned before firing, the enemy will preempt him for half a second, and the bullets will rain down and beat him into a sieve, and if he is unlucky, the steel helmet on his head will also be pierced!

(To be continued)