Chapter 58

When the enemy shoots, he will naturally go into the cat's ear hole.

Although this cat ear piercing looks simple, it actually has a university question in it. This is not? The cat's ear hole is dug in the side wall of the trench, and the possibility of the cannonball itself hitting the inside of the trench is very small, and the possibility of injuring the soldiers hiding in the cat's ear hole is even less likely.

So, although this kind of small hole is inconspicuous, it is still very effective in hiding from shells. Unless the cat's ear hole collapses due to a cannonball hitting it directly above the cat's ear hole, there is generally no major problem.

It's just that although I know this, my heart is full of things when I hide inside.

Joke, it's about your own life, even if there is only a 1 percent chance of hitting, okay? And who can guarantee that that one shell won't hit me?

In addition, the cat's ear hole is very small, and my body is almost squeezed into it close to the dirt wall of the hole. At this time, I just felt like a piece of pork that had been shoehorned into a crack in a stone. It is precisely because of this that every inch of skin on his body is in "close contact" with the earthen wall beside him, so he can clearly feel every vibration from the cannonball on the ground slamming on the ground......

No one who has experienced this is imaginable, the cramped space that can barely move, the suffocating heat, the air with the heavy smell of gunpowder, the dirt that is constantly falling from the shells on the head and sides, and the threat of death...... All of this is intertwined like an invisible demon clutching and screaming in my head...... It makes me want to run out of my legs and run for my life desperately!

But I endured it in the end, because I knew very well that I was afraid that I would soon be blown to pieces when I went out at this time. Later, I learned that there were really people who were desperate to get out......

Finally, the surrounding earth walls stopped shaking, and the enemy had stopped shelling. It was then that I realized that I had been buried in the dirt, and the mud rushed into my mouth and nose as I breathed, and I could barely breathe for breath with a tightness in my chest.

I struggled to get out of the hole, but found I couldn't move at all. Not to mention that the hands and feet were already numb, this anti-artillery hole was originally very small, and at this time, it was stuffed like this by the earth and rocks that were shaken down...... It's all full.

I couldn't get out even if I earned it any longer, and the fear in my heart spread like a tidal wave - I wouldn't just be buried alive! We weren't killed by bullets on the battlefield, but we had to be suffocated to death by this anti-artillery hole?

Some people may think that it is not difficult to get out of the soil that has been loosened by the shells, and it will not come out with a hand pick...... But the reality is not like that at all. What can be peeled open by hand is when all the other parts are free, but at this time, I am curled up in the hole and buried by these loose soils, and my hands and feet cannot be stretched and strengthened...... It seems that all you can do is wait for death inside.

Suddenly, a big hand reached in and grabbed my arm and pulled it out...... I fell into the trenches, panting desperately. But soon I was choked by sucking the soil in my esophagus, and it was snot and tears, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

But......

It felt good to have air, even though it was thick with the smell of gunsmoke, even though at least half of my mouth full of dirt had been spit into my stomach.

"The enemy is coming!" I don't know who shouted.

At this time, I really want to take a break, even if I can drink a little water to take a breath. But I knew I couldn't do that,...... This is the battlefield, and if you want to save your life, you have to make the most of every minute and every second, maybe just a minute and a second, and the enemy will be able to break through our defenses and string all of us on bayonets......

I didn't even have time to wipe the snot and tears from my face, and I set up the trench with my gun......

The first thing that came into my eyes was a large number of Vietnamese troops rushing towards our troops with bayonets, and unlike the last charge, this time the Vietnamese troops rushing towards us were not disguised with thatch, which allowed us to clearly see the fierce eyes and hideous faces of those Vietnamese soldiers like wild beasts.

I have to admit that this is indeed a bit imposing, but this momentum should be more effective on the battlefield of cold weapons.

Isn't it? If the soldiers in the era of cold weapons have such momentum, I believe that the opponent has just fought with them, and his legs are weak, where will he be able to use the sword!

But now it's different, we don't care how strong you are, I just need to pull the trigger...... I saw that the Vietnamese army, who was still fierce and vicious just now, fell to the ground like a mess of mud.

What is called strong outside and dry in the middle, maybe that's what it looks like!

However, the 316A Division really deserved to be the enemy's trump card troops, their offensive was like a tide of tight wave after wave towards our defense line, the front row was knocked to the ground by our troops, and the back row stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued to rush forward, while charging and raising the AK47 in their hands to counterattack us.

"Bang bang ......" I pulled the trigger of the rifle in my hand one after another and fired a round of bullets at the enemy, and the enemy fell under my gun one after another, but they still rushed forward without fear of death. I even saw some Vietnamese soldiers carrying cluster grenades and explosives packs......

At this time, our troops were basically holding AK47s or submachine guns...... Some people may ask, didn't it mean that there are four people in each squad of our troops who use 56 and a half people? It was, but it was fought in a few battles...... Who doesn't know how to replace the 56 and a half in their hand with an AK47?

Although the shooting accuracy of this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is okay, the rate of fire is too slow. Let's pull the trigger and shoot a bullet, there is only one point in a dozen, and the AK47 trigger in the hands of the devil is a row of bullets, and a dozen is a face.

Therefore, when a small unit of our army fights the enemy, the firepower of a platoon is often inferior to that of a squad of the enemy. If it's a face-to-face heads-up, it's even worse, if we don't knock the enemy down with one shot, then basically there will be no chance to shoot a second shot.

What can be done if the equipment is not good? When we fight, we can only use the lives of our soldiers to make up for these shortcomings!

However, this is no longer the case.

In particular, the bullets of this AK47 and 56 semi and 56 submachine guns are universal, and there is no need to worry about the problem that the bullets sent from the rear cannot be fired, so the fighters are all willing to change! Even the Type 56 submachine gun was replaced with an AK47.

Therefore, as soon as this battle started, the bullets were like raindrops, "booming, booming, ......" towards the Yue devils. Although the Vietnamese army is said to be an ace army, it is still flesh and blood, even if this flesh and blood has a strong will, where can it block the bullet?

So after a bloody storm, the Vietnamese troops fell in front of our position in pieces.

From this point of view, it is a good thing that we have participated in a few battles before, otherwise the enemy might have broken through our defenses and tore us to shreds by this time.

Maybe it was because the sniper battle before the Vietnamese army had adversely affected the Vietnamese soldiers, or because I had successfully killed the Vietnamese snipers and raised the morale of our army, or both...... In short, the fighters fought tenaciously this time. The Vietnamese army often rushed up in a wave and was ruthlessly blocked back by us with bullets, like a collision and pull between two torrents, with steel on one side and flesh and blood on the other......

Finally, the Vietnamese army reluctantly retreated after paying huge casualties.

After the gunfire gradually stopped, the soldiers were silent for a long time before suddenly bursting into cheers!

"Hey! The devil's ace troops aren't doing much either! Little Stone cried excitedly.

"That's it!" The bayonet also shouted happily: "What else are you talking about!" Isn't it the same for us to run away with our tails between our legs? ”

"Platoon commander!" Wang Kechang poked his head out from a few people and called out to me, "How many have you beaten?" ”

I thought about it and replied, "I didn't count them carefully, but there are more than a dozen!" ”

I counted the bullets I had dropped, and I had fired seventeen rounds of bullets, and I remember three or four of them missed, and two times I wasn't sure if I had hit the enemy, so I had ten of them.

"A dozen?!" Wang Kechang asked again in disbelief: "Just that battle just now killed a dozen of them?" ”

Then he muttered: "I thought that I had fought seven as much, and I had the heart to compare with you, but I didn't expect ......"

"I said thief ......" Shen Guoxin, who was covered in darkness, didn't know where to get out, and joked at Wang Kechang: "What are you?" Is it still compared to our platoon leader? Let's be satisfied......"

There was a coax, and the warriors were amused by these words.

In fact, I know in my heart that there is a reason why the fighters are in such a mood now.

When they heard the bayonet talk about the 316A division just now, everyone was taken aback, and then they began to think in their hearts: Can our unit block the charge of the enemy's ace troops? Although I repelled them once just now, it was just a small-scale sneak attack by the enemy! And even if the sneak attack was discovered by our army, it was so dangerous, so what if they launched an attack with all their might?

So when fighting a battle, the fighters have no bottom in their hearts, including me. But now I am finally relieved - the enemy ace troops are also people, and they are not three-headed and six-armed, and they will also be killed by bullets......

Especially those recruits, after fighting such a battle, they will find that the battlefield is not as terrible as they imagined, and when they are stimulated by the pride of victory, their confidence and morale will increase exponentially.

No wonder the old man would say: What is this new recruit...... As long as you don't die in a few battles, you can almost be called a veteran.

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