Realizing that we had planted mines, the Vietnamese attacked and took refuge in tree stumps and low-lying areas to fire at us. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After such a long firefight, I could see that something was wrong, and these Vietnamese did not seem to be from the secret service team.

Their offense was disorganized, their weapons were mixed, and their bullets were scattered, which was definitely not the only thing Vietnamese agents could do!

He Hong set up three sentry posts behind the Land Temple, and it seemed that no news had come for a long time. I felt a chill in my heart, picked up the 56 and rushed to the rear, hoping that I was too worried.

As soon as I turned around the Land Temple, I saw more than a dozen black shadows touching up, and the three sentry posts had long been silent!

The situation was critical, and I threw myself to the ground with the momentum of the charge, and the muzzle of my gun was aimed at the black shadows to spray fire, preventing them from entering the fortifications.

"Dada"

The Vietnamese reacted quickly and fell to the ground, and I don't know exactly how many hits. There were only 30 rounds in one magazine, and in order to suppress the enemy, I had to pull the trigger and hold on, and soon the bullets bottomed out.

The Vietnamese agents were well-timed, and as soon as I lowered my head, a barrage of bullets flew over my scalp.

The gunfire was rapidly approaching, and the enemy rushed forward while suppressing me.

I had expected this to happen, and I felt a grenade thrown at a distance.

The grenade slid through an arc and exploded above the Vietnamese agent's head!

The Vietnamese soldiers in the charge were unlucky, and the shrapnel from the top down could not dodge at all, and several Vietnamese were beaten into blood gourds.

Taking advantage of the weakening of the enemy's suppressed firepower, I raised the 56 punch and continued to strafe.

The sound of gunfire from the rear made He Hong, who was originally in high spirits, fall into the ice cellar. Fortunately, the enemy in front had been stopped, and he immediately brought a few soldiers to the rear.

When he arrived, he happened to meet me after firing the second magazine, and was again suppressed by the enemy.

Among the soldiers brought by He Hong was a light machine gunner, who immediately opened the tripod and opened fire when he saw the enemy.

The Type 56 light machine gun was fierce and lasted for a long time, easily creating a forbidden area between me and the Vietnamese.

"Bang!"

The good times didn't last long, and a bullet was poured into the heavy's head with precision. The Vietnamese snipers who have been hidden for a long time are like poisonous snakes with one blow and are deadly!

The Heavy is a high-risk class on the battlefield and is very easy to target. The constant fire in the dark suppressed the enemy and gave the sniper a clear target.

Due to the heavy casualties, the Vietnamese agents retreated, and under the deterrence of the snipers, we did not dare to pursue them, so we had to let them escape.

As soon as the fighting in the rear was over, the Vietnamese in front of them no longer held out and scattered in a hurry.

After the battle, the soldiers of the patrol began to count the number of people and treat the wounded. As for cleaning the battlefield, we can only wait until after dawn.

In the fierce firefight, we lost seven soldiers and nine others, and the losses were a bit heavy and our morale was somewhat affected.

The battle alert was not lifted all night, and the cunning Vietnamese could jump out at any moment to kill them.

When it was dawn, the soldiers relented and raised a fire to bake canned food.

Due to the number of wounded, we could not go back on our own, He Hong and Chen Zijun got practice, and reinforcements will arrive at 9 a.m.

Chen Zijun brought more than 100 people, but due to heavy rain and enemy mines, they did not dare to march at night.

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After eating, the fighters began to clean up the battlefield of the previous night. He Hong let every soldier feel it, and he usually didn't have the opportunity to see such a Shura killing field.

The scene was miserable, and the vomiting sounds of the soldiers came and went, especially the soldiers who ate canned braised pork, and the bitter gall water was vomited.

Only a few veterans rummaged through the corpses without changing their faces to find valuable things and handed them to reporter Zhang for photo and evidence.

In the busyness, no one noticed that a Vietnamese man covered in blood stood up!

The dried blood made his hair stick together, and he couldn't see what was in front of him. Rubbing his hair, he raised the rifle in his hand!

"Click"

With a sound and no bullets in the gun, he hurriedly rummaged through the ammunition strap on his body and took out a complete magazine.

"Don't move!" A searching soldier spotted him and shouted. His hands trembled and he didn't dare to shoot.

The Vietnamese turned a deaf ear, and there was no pause in the movements of his hands.

I was fascinated by the movement over there, and I didn't expect to see such a situation. He raised his gun to rescue, but was blocked by the shaking body of the soldier in front of him.

The Vietnamese changed the magazine and pointed the gun at the soldier who was aiming at him, and tragedy seemed inevitable.

"Die!"

Someone I never thought of rushed forward and stabbed the Vietnamese soldier in the back like a tofu with a sharp three-edged bayonet, creating a cavity created by the bayonet wound that instantly made the Vietnamese soldier lose resistance.

Killing this Vietnamese was exactly what I always thought was a cumbersome reporter Zhang, but at the critical moment, I didn't expect his psychological quality to be stronger than that of ordinary soldiers.

may be the first time to end someone else's life, Reporter Zhang lost his strength and sat on the ground.

"Thank you...... Thank you! The rescued soldier whispered, covered in sweat as if he had just risen out of the water.

"It should be," reporter Zhang said with a smile.

"Bang!"

A gunshot made our hearts tighten again, and we hurriedly checked who was shot!

"Sniper! Get down! "I determined the location and identity of the enemy at the first time, I didn't expect that the sniper from last night would appear again, and it was still on the territory of our country!

"You don't lie down yet! Look for death! He Hong anxiously yelled at the soldier rescued by Reporter Zhang.

The soldier looked down at his chest with surprise on his face, and we saw a bloody hole the size of a cup in his chest!

"Ho Ho ......"

He seemed to want to say something, looked at Reporter Zhang, and finally fell to the ground.

"Bastard!" He Hong threw his helmet to the ground, snatched the Type 56 light machine gun from a soldier's hand, and prepared to seek revenge on the sniper.

However, I was much faster than him, and by the time he got up, I had already rushed to the sniper's hiding place.

"Bang!"

"Whew!"

Before the sniper could shoot, I dodged to the left and dodged the deadly bullet!

The trajectory of my run is irregular, and it won't be so easy for that sniper to lock on to me again!

"Fire cover!"

"Da Da Da"

The sniper's shot completely revealed his position, and He Hong set up his machine gun and fired at that place.

The bullets shattered the branches, and a black shadow slid like a loach from the tree to the ground, rolling into the dense jungle.

I gritted my teeth and used all my strength to chase after him, my mind kept replaying the process of the soldier's death, and I vowed to cut off the sniper's head even if I chased him to the ends of the earth! (To be continued.) )