No matter what the era, occupying the high ground is a symbol of superiority, it allows the defender to shoot easily, and get the whole view at a glance, instead of having to fight back with his head up and risk being shot like the attackers at the bottom of the hill, or even stand up and continue to attack from above with his weapon in hand, which is extremely dangerous!

Especially among Li Yu and his troops, with two "Deggalev" DP turntable light machine guns, the suppression of fire on the left and right sides of the hill was simply a deadly scythe with the roar of death. The thin tongue of fire at the muzzle of the gun, and the chain of bullets that rotated rapidly in the bullet plate, basically formed a death fan, so that the gentle slope under the entire hill exploded into a cloud of blood mist, so that the Soviet soldiers who were lying on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads at all were shot to death on the way to the charge!

"Comrade Levsky, our consumption of ammunition is simply too great!"

Yuri Marin quickly came to Li Yu's side with his stomach on his stomach, his face was covered with sweat and dirty because of the dust, but he didn't care at all, just gritted his teeth and looked at the counterattack gunshots that were still coming from time to time below, and said loudly to Li Yu: "And we are not far from the collective farm, I'm afraid that our battle has been discovered!"

"I understand, but at least leave them with a thought, don't you? We can't just leave as if we were a vanquished. ”

Taking a deep breath, Li Yu's nasal cavity was already full of gunpowder smoke and gunpowder, leaning out, he looked at the scorched black produced by a series of explosions on the waist of the hill, as well as many Soviet soldiers who were lying or lying on their stomachs, and even had mutilated limbs, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "Output firepower with all your strength, let them taste our strength!"

Li Yu knew that at the waist of that hill, those Soviet soldiers who seemed to have suffered heavy casualties were actually not many directly killed, most of them were seriously injured, and only seven or eight people died directly. In the face of these living points, as well as the more than fifty people who were directly suppressed at the bottom of the hill, they retreated like this, Li Yu was still quite unwilling.

Swallowing and spitting, Li Yu squinted at the bushes and groves in the distance, couldn't help but grit his teeth tightly, turned his head and said loudly to the soldiers around him: "Hurry up, don't care about the consumption of ammunition, in the shortest possible time, give me their establishment and directly cripple it!"

"Understood, Comrade Levsky!"

Yuri Marin and the other thirteen Soviet Red Army soldiers all pulled their triggers fiercely, especially the two "Deggalev" DP turntable light machine guns, the muzzle flame of more than ten centimeters at the muzzle symbolizes the deadly rain of bullets, symbolizing the dense and deadly horror killing!

It was a condescending firing shot, and the deterrence caused by the two light machine guns was obviously huge, even the most brave soldiers could not directly rush directly with such dense firepower! Even in the Soviet-Finnish Winter War in the later generations, they were still surrounded after running out of ammunition and food, and there was no hope for the courage to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and now they can at least retreat, how can they have the determination to die?!

"Velistov, what's the solution?"

At the bottom of the hill, Joyski took a deep breath, but he didn't dare to stand up for half a minute, but he just gritted his teeth, looked at Velistov, who was tightly buried in the soil not far away, and asked in an unusually calm tone: "Can you resist the fire from the opposite side?" ”

His tone was calm, without the slightest hysteria or outrage, as if it were a calm conversation. Velistov raised his head slightly, looked at Joysky, a smile appeared on his dirty face, but with incomparably miserable, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and there was a cry in his tone: "What should I do?" ”

"Yes, I'm really asking you what to do right now."

Joysky gritted his teeth, looked at Velistov's almost nervous breakdown, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and looked at him coldly and said calmly: "Things have happened, all we can do now is to remedy it, and how to make our words good when we go back." ”

Velistov smiled miserably, buried his head back in the dirt, as if to escape reality, and after a while raised his head to look at Joysky, shook his head, and said, "This time I was still ambushed, and I was still being played by those guys." He looked at the sparse gunfire around him, he was the counterattack of the troops behind him, but compared to the continuous gunfire on the hill, it seemed so pale and weak, he just looked down at the ground below him, and said miserably: "This time, I lost nearly a platoon!" ”

"Hey, Comrade Velistov, it's true that a platoon was lost."

Closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, the corners of Joysky's mouth finally showed a smile, he glanced at the grove behind him, as well as the soldiers who had died around him, slowly clenched his fists, looked at Velistov and said softly: "But, as a squad leader, how can you be the loser?" ”

"You... Comrade Joysky, what do you mean!? ”

Velistov raised his head suddenly, he looked at Joysky's eyes widened, swallowed slightly, he suddenly remembered the result of the previous battle and the communication between each other, he couldn't help but clench his fists in the same way, looking at him and whispering in a trembling voice: "You mean... It's to say..."

Nodding slowly, Joysky's cold eyes swept over the soldiers who were scattered around and still struggling to resist. The strong smell of gunpowder smoke in his nose lifted his spirits, and his thinking became clearer and clearer, he nodded lightly towards Velistov, his face was already full of coldness, and he said slowly: "That guy led us here, although he was killed, he still has to be responsible!" He paused, gritted his teeth, and said, "Most of the responsibility!" ”

"And the rifles, light machine guns, and grenades in the hands of those traitors, how they came to be are very questionable!"

Joysky took a deep breath, and the rich smell of gunpowder instantly made his whole body permeate, and his mind spread more and more, which made him feel good, like an omniscient god in the sky. Joysky smiled suddenly, but his gaze was still cold and merciless, and he just said quickly: "And all of them, standard weapons!" ”

"That's right, that's right, that's right."

Velistov also understood the meaning of Joysky's words, but he looked at the two "Deggalev" DP turntable light machine guns spitting out on the hill, but he still couldn't help gritting his teeth, especially looking at the marks left by the obvious series of explosions on the mountainside, and said angrily: "There is definitely a group of guys who are providing them with weapons!" ”

But Joysky was just about to say something, but he found that the sound of the gun above his head suddenly stopped, and the original sound of swishing in the air suddenly stopped. Looking up at the top of the hill, the figure that had appeared faintly had lost its trace, he gritted his teeth, turned his head to Velistov and said, "What's the matter?!" ”

"They're retreating!"

Velistov clearly understood the model of the army better than Joysky. He wiped his face fiercely, wiped away the tears, and regardless of the dirt on his hands, he stood up and looked at the top of the hill, grabbed the Mosin Nagant rifle that he had already loaded with a bayonet, turned his head and shouted loudly: "Comrades, keep charging!" ”

But with his words, more than forty people slowly stood up, and before they could even stand for a few seconds, more than a dozen of them staggered and fell down again, letting out a moan. Recite. And those who were still lying on the ground, many of them even lost their breath, just lying quietly.

"Damn it! Rush me forward! ”

Rushing forward first, the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand clenched in Vilistov's hand, he no longer counted his casualties, because it was obviously unrealistic, he knew that this time he had already suffered heavy casualties. Halfway up the mountain, the smell of gunpowder smoke left over from the explosion still filled his nostrils, quite choking!

However, there were more than a dozen people with Soviet soldiers of different sizes and injuries who slowly got up, looked at the companions who appeared around them, with crying and laughing expressions on their scorched faces, did not say much, just held their rifles, and also rushed towards the hill mechanically, they were almost appointed.