The tank's 120 guns opened fire again, this time the building collapsed completely, and at the same time the vehicle's coaxial machine guns and hull machine guns were firing, suppressing the Lao fire with a rain of bullets.

Sun Yalong originally wanted to lead the troops to cross cover and advance, but accidentally hit a Banzai charge - the recruits had learned how to fight with cross cover, but this was a rain of bullets, and the recruits couldn't stop as soon as they rushed up, and they forgot everything and thought about rushing behind the front cover. It's not that Sun Yalong can't understand the feelings of the recruits, and he himself is actually similar.

After rushing behind the cover, Sun Yalong cautiously probed to look at the location of the enemy's fire point, but found that fire was being fired almost everywhere.

"Damn, it's the capital."

With such a distribution density of the enemy, even if the ultimate move is thrown casually, it is impossible to be empty.

Sun Yalong was about to use his radio to call for artillery fire, but found that the microphone that was originally attached to his throat disappeared at some point. However, it was originally difficult for the power of the individual radio to call for artillery fire, so Sun Yalong shouted: "Fatty! Radio! ”

So the chubby deputy platoon commander came running over with the communications soldiers.

Sun Yalong took the microphone and called loudly: "Radish radish, I'm green onion, answer." ”

After repeating it a few times, a response came from the microphone: "This is a radish, green onions, please speak." ”

"Our advance was blocked by strong enemy firepower and needed artillery support."

"Don't you have chariots?"

As soon as the other side asked, the cannonballs of the chariot crossed the head of Sun Yalong and exploded in the town.

"The direct fire of the chariot probably can't quickly clear all the buildings that the enemy is guarding," Sun Yalong's voice was also a little helpless, "We need cloudburst bombs or napalm." ”

"The bombardment squadron arrived in about fifteen minutes, ready to indicate the target."

Sun Yalong put down the microphone, opened his throat and shouted to his subordinates: "Hold on, the bomber will arrive in fifteen minutes!" ”

"But platoon commander, what are we doing here, are we just beaten?" A soldier asked loudly.

"Fight back! The tanks are all fighting back, don't you know what to do? Don't worry if you can see the enemy, if you see the light of fire, shoot me back! ”

The next moment, Sun Yalong's subordinates crackled and shot away.

Although it is only a platoon of people, the firepower of the new Ming army is obviously more ferocious than that of the Laotians, and the training of the new Ming army is also better than that of the Laotians.

Sun Yalong himself was holding an automatic rifle, crackling, after running out of magazines, he squatted in place to reload, just unloaded the empty magazines and was drawing new magazines from the ammunition belt, a group of guys dressed as guerrilla soldiers rushed across the intersection he was facing in front.

Startled, Sun Yalong loaded the new magazine at a convulsive speed and pointed his gun at the intersection, but the Laotians seemed to be finished. Sun Yalong breathed a sigh of relief, and the muzzle of the gun dropped by two centimeters, at which time another group of Laotians ran out from the right side of the intersection.

Sun Yalong habitually pulled the trigger, because the muzzle of the gun was in a drooping state, the first few bullets hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke, and then with the muzzle jumping up, the bullets hit the guerrillas rushing one after another.

Sun Yalong stopped shooting and exhaled softly.

This was the first time that Sun Yalong was sure that he had killed the enemy. Although Sun Yalong had shot at the enemy many times before, none of them could be sure that he had hit. Every time he waited for the position to be occupied, Sun Yalong looked at the corpses, completely unable to associate them with his own shooting behavior, so he had no real sense of killing.

But this time, Sun Yalong knew that he had killed four, so he pulled the trigger and didn't even aim much, and suddenly killed four.

It feels a little painful.

Sun Yalong subconsciously showed a smile on his face, he held the gun in one hand, and adjusted the steel helmet with one free hand.

At this time, the fat man reported: "The bomber squad is almost here, and we want to indicate the target." ”

"Old king! Flare hit! ”

As soon as Sun Yalong's words fell, the oldest non-commissioned officer in the platoon fired red smoke bombs at the building where the enemy was guarding.

The red smoke immediately rose up, forming a column of smoke, which was very conspicuous.

The Laotians also knew what the red smoke meant after these days, and Sun Yalong saw the Laotians scrambling to withdraw from the building, so he shouted: "Hit them!" Beat these turtle sons! Tell them to plant roadside bombs! ”

His platoon fired another barrage, and hundreds of bullet casings rolled to the ground.

Then the Xinming imitation version of the super ghost swept over the top of Sun Yalong's head, and the napalm instantly engulfed Sun Yalong's sight.

"Burn them!" There were soldiers in the platoon shouting.

**

After that, Sun Yalong's platoon was given a short break to wait for the fire caused by napalm to go out.

At this time, other troops also caught up from behind and spread out on the outskirts of the town. The fire caused by the large napalm was larger than expected, spreading almost half of the town, so the division command could only order all troops to wait outside first.

Sun Yalong led his platoon and rested behind a small low wall, and saw from a distance that the person carrying the camera was walking this way while shooting.

Among the three of them, the bearded man carried the camera and focused on shooting, and the recording engineer next to him carried the recording equipment on his back and held a long pole with a microphone installed, holding his backpack; Behind the sound engineer is a third person, who seems to be in charge of watching the road, he supports the sound recorder and carefully guides the two people who are concentrating on their work.

Sun Yalong and his own warriors watched the three of them together until the three of them walked in front of his own line.

"Don't look at the camera," the cameraman said suddenly, "you have to look like you're fighting the enemy." ”

As soon as the cameraman finished speaking, the chariot parked next to Sun Yalong's platoon opened fire, and the recoil of the 120mm gun fire caused the chariot to swing back and forth slightly.

Sun Yalong craned his neck a little to look at the low wall, there was no one moving in the burning town, and the chariot would fire maybe it was really just to cooperate with the shooting - Sun Yalong didn't know if the commander had heard the cameraman's orders.

He waved his hand: "You all heard, make it look like you are firing at the enemy, everyone get moving." ”

So Sun Yalong's platoon set off a shot at the burning town.

The cameraman looked quite satisfied, carrying the camera and moving slowly behind Sun Yalong's platoon, filming the scene of the platoon shooting from multiple angles.

"Very good, hard work, soldiers." At the same time as the cameraman said this, Sun Yalong and the others had just finished firing a wave of magazines, and they all stopped to reload, and the camera crew of the three people went to the other soldiers with satisfaction.

Sun Yalong muttered: "It turns out that the films we usually watch on TV are all filmed like this......"

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

(I wrote this section because I felt that it would not be complete without the Vietnam War.) I probably won't ever have the chance to write about the Vietnam War again. In addition, although the new book can be searched for now, the new book is mainly on the list of the Biqu Pavilion www.biquge.info over there, and I still hope that everyone feels cool after reading the new book in the Genesis, so they go to the Biqu Pavilion to vote for the new book www.biquge.info collect it. Thank you. ）