Chapter 82

"Tank, the more devil's tank!" I heard the shouting of soldiers next to me, many of whom had never seen tanks, and I was stunned when I saw the Vietnamese army transfer the tanks.

"Didn't you say victory? Why do you still want to fight? Other fighters began to complain.

"Platoon commander! Can we retreat? Other warriors simply made a suggestion to retreat, and the suggestion was quickly echoed by the other warriors.

"Yes! Platoon leader! The scholar said, "Our army has already occupied the citrus, hasn't we?" Then there is no need to defend this 239 height, let's retreat! ”

"Let's withdraw! If you don't withdraw, it's too late! ”

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"Shut up!" I yelled at them impatiently, "Retreat? Do you know that the more devils weishenme are going to fight? As you said, our large army has already occupied Citrus, and it makes no sense for the 316A Division to occupy the 239 high, so why do they still want to fight? Are they full and have nothing to do? ”

The soldiers were stunned when I said this, not only because my attitude was scary, but also because none of them could figure out the reason for this.

"Alas!" After a long time, Scar sighed: "The more devil is red-eyed by us, he has to kill us!" ”

Scar's words are exactly what I want to say, since the 316A Division no longer has the strategic significance of occupying this height, then why do they still want to fight?

The only explanation is that we can't go back and explain if they don't take it.

Isn't it? A Vietnamese army model division, a Vietnamese army ace unit, should have played with momentum to set an example for the entire Vietnamese army, but what was the result? The troops of a regiment also suffered heavy casualties on the hill where our company was stationed, and they did not take it down until Zuihou, not to mention, and let us destroy two artillery battalions......

If this is said, it will not only be a matter of the smashing of the signboard of the model division, but will even affect the morale of the entire Vietnamese army.

So, whether it was for the sake of their own reputation, or for the sake of the morale of the Vietnamese army, or for the sake of the dead comrades of the 316A Division, it was necessary for them to raze the 239 high, and it was necessary to string us all on bayonets...... Or take our heads back and plead guilty!

From this point of view, we know that the purpose of the Vietnamese army now is not to pass through Highway 10, which we are guarding, but to drive us to extinction. If that's the case, is it possible for the Yue devils to make us retreat? Maybe our back road has already been sealed by them.

Sure enough, Company Commander Luo ran up with a blue face and said, "There are also more devils in the back, it seems that they don't want our lives to stop!" ”

"Wow!" Suddenly, Wang Kechang cried: "I won't fight anymore, I said that I would win, and I said that I could go home...... I'm not fighting! ”

"Cry, cry you ball!" Scar kicked Wang Kechang down with one kick and scolded: "If you want to go home alive, get up and fight for me!" ”

Scar is a veteran who can quickly go from non-war to war, but ...... Most of us are new recruits, and it's not like we get into the state just by getting into the state.

It's not ...... Most of what I saw in the eyes of the fighters was unwillingness, fear, and complaining.

Unwilling because I feel that I am not worth dying like this.

Fear is simply not mentally prepared for the coming war.

Grumble...... It is because the soldiers in other highlands did not fire a single shot, and our company fought to the death, and it can be said that the war in Zuihou is over or not peaceful.

But what if you are unwilling? What about fear? What about complaining?

War is like that, it doesn't stop because we don't want to fight, we don't want to fight, even if we surrender...... These devils in front of us won't let us go.

There is only one path before us, and that is to defeat them and subdue them.

So, what I have to do now is to dispel their fears and boost their morale and fighting spirit.

Thinking of this, I grabbed my sniper rifle and jumped out of the trench and ran towards the ridge line not far ahead.

"Platoon commander!"

"Second Platoon Leader!"

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There was a shout behind me, but I ignored it and ran forward with my gun in my hand.

There are some places on the top of the mountain that have a very special geographical location, and in some places, you can see the devils when you poke your head out, and if you retract your head, the devils can't see you, and guns and the like can't hit you...... We call these places the ridge line, this is the most haode place to throw grenades, throwing grenades in this position to put it bluntly is that I can blow you up but you can't hit me, of course, this is also a very haode sniper position.

I ran to the ridge line and looked down, obediently...... There were three tanks in total, at least eight or nine hundred meters away from me. Fortunately, it was already getting light, otherwise all I could see was a few dark shadows.

I didn't rush to set up the gun, but watched with a telescope for a while.

The Vietnamese tank seemed to be in a hurry to find a suitable position...... We all know that tank guns have a certain angle of fire, don't they? I remember that the old man once said that the most used by the Yue devil is the Soviet T54 tank, I don't know if this tank in front of me is a T54, and I don't know what its maximum firing angle is, but I know that it will definitely not be able to hit our hilltop position on flat ground.

But...... The more devils seem to have their own way.

It's not ...... Their infantry was piling up stones or logs on the road and pressing the front of the tank against it...... As a result, the entire front of the tank was raised high, and the tank guns were able to hit our hilltop position.

Seeing the devils doing this work in an orderly manner, I once again felt the difference between experienced and inexperienced fighters.

Looking at the machine gun on the tank again, I can't help but "lean" in my heart, and the machine gun is the Deshka anti-aircraft machine gun. We did everything possible to occupy one in the artillery position, but we didn't expect three to appear in front of us at this moment. I can almost imagine the machine guns and tank guns blaring at our positions.

I put down my binoculars, thought for a moment, and slowly put my sniper rifle up.

Sniper guns hit tanks? I'm not that stupid, and I certainly know that sniper rifles don't pose any threat to tanks.

But I'm not going to fight the infantry, because my purpose is to show the soldiers that tanks are nothing to be afraid of, and that they can be defeated as well. So...... My target had to be tank-related personnel.

My first target was a tank commander.

As we all know, the tank commander is the soul of a tank and the leader of the tank crew, so this commander is often served by experienced veteran tank crews, whose responsibility is to coordinate and direct the cooperation between the internal members of the tank, as well as the cooperation between the tank and external members.

For example, at present, the commander of the Vietnamese tank is responsible for directing the driver to accurately drive the tank on the slope of the infantry so that the tank gun can reach the hilltop position of our army, and also directing the tank gun to adjust the angle, etc.

Because it was about to dawn, the light was not very good, so the commander had to lift the hatch and expose the upper half of his body to the outside of the cabin for command and coordination. I think there is also an element of the Vietnamese army thinking that our tanks are too far away to pose a threat to them.

This might be true under normal circumstances, but they overlooked the fact that I still have a sniper rifle in my hand.

I looked at the Vietnamese tank commander in the crosshairs through my sniper rifle, but I didn't rush to shoot...... Instead, he turned his perspective to the infantry in front of the tank guiding the tank, who was holding a small red flag in his hand, waving and blowing a few whistles from time to time.

Of course, I wouldn't be interested in such a creep, what I was interested in was the small flag in his hand.

Any object flying in the air is affected by the wind, and bullets are no exception. In general, we don't need to consider the wind force, just because the target is close to the wind.

But...... If you want to hit a target 800 meters away, you have to take into account the wind factor.

The small flag in the hands of the Vietnamese infantry told me the direction of the wind, and the wind was blowing from right to left, so my crosshair had to be a little to the right...... It's just that this is the first time I've fired a gun with the wind in mind, so I'm not sure how much wind should hit and how much offset.

I was going to wait for the wind to stop before firing the bullets, but it was disappointing...... The wind in this place always seemed to be blowing, and the small flag in the infantryman's hand was waving from time to time, making it difficult for me to grasp the moment when the wind stopped.

So I finally decided to get a few more bullets.

With a thought in mind, I pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang......" Three bullets shot out of my rifle in quick succession.

I fired the three bullets in descending order of offset, and I didn't get the fourth bullet because I had already seen a bloody patch on the tank commander in my sniper scope...... So I knew that the offset was the one with the biggest.

Instead of dwelling on my own results, I immediately turned my attention to the commander of the second tank...... I was in such a hurry for two reasons, one was that I was worried that the tank commander would find out that there was a sniper and hide back in the tank, and the other was ...... That is, the shorter the time distance, the smaller the wind change, and the smaller the wind change, which means that the offset is not much different.

So I didn't think much about it and pulled the trigger again according to the offset I had just hit.

"Bang!"

This time it was a fatal shot, and I could clearly see the tank commander slam back with the inertia of the bullet, and then bounce back to the turret and hang upside down next to the tank gun like a dead duck......

I admit that I was very ambitious, and the next second I turned my attention to the commander of the third tank, but the turret was empty, and he had already taken refuge in the tank compartment in time.

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