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Chapter 418: The Front

"Click......" Xie Jiahua took out yellow, orange and orange bullets from the bullet belt on his waist and pressed them into the magazine of the Type 80 rifle in his hand, and soon all ten bullets were full. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info then Xie Jiahua pulled the bolt of the gun, raised the gun and took aim, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. Then he put the gun within easy reach of himself. When the Americans came up, he was able to shoot with a gun at the first time.

Although Xie Jiahua has been in the army for less than half a year, the fierce fighting on the front line in Yili has long trained him into an excellent soldier.

After filling the rifle with bullets, Xie Jiahua checked the situation of his grenade reserves again, and then he was really relieved, leaning against the hard cement wall, half-lying down. Fortunately, just after winter, the temperature is still very low, and there is not much rainfall. Otherwise, they will probably struggle in the mud puddle to fight.

After more than a month of war, Xie Jiahua, a recruit who has only been in the army for half a year, has understood that no matter when, if you want to survive on the fierce battlefield, then you must not be without weapons by your side. Therefore, even if you want to lie down and rest for a while, you must check your weapons and replenish them in time.

The originally closed machine gun bunker has been blasted by the Americans' 150mm large-caliber heavy howitzer with a large hole with a diameter of nearly one meter, and the warm sunlight in the early spring shines through this opening, making Xie Jiahua, who has not closed his eyes much for nearly three days, warm all over his body. I can't help but feel a strong sense of sleepiness from the depths of my heart. But he knew he couldn't sleep now, or he wouldn't be able to concentrate all his attention on the battle that lay ahead. And how dangerous it is to be unable to concentrate on the fierce battlefield is just to look at the sacrificed comrades around him.

I touched my pocket. After taking out the match, he didn't expect that the cigarette case was already empty. According to the logistics regulations of the Huo Jiajun, the monthly salary of each soldier is 10 silver dollars, and then there are two sets of summer clothes, two sets of winter clothes, two sets of military dress clothes, and two sets of training clothes every year. Two pairs of leather boots, six pairs of socks, and then two boxes of cigarettes and a pack of 30 sugar packets every month.

Of course, this supply standard and salary regulations were doubled in wartime. But even so. The four packs of cigarettes that Xie Jiahua himself got had already been smoked by him.

Just when he was touching the empty cigarette case and feeling annoyed, a white cigarette suddenly flew over, Xie Jiahua subconsciously caught it, and couldn't help but look in the direction where the cigarette was thrown. Immediately, a big, simple-looking dark face appeared in his eyes.

"Old Black. Thanks!" Hearing his words, the black soldier opposite showed his white dazzling teeth and smiled at him innocently. If at the beginning, the two sides were not very close because of their skin color and language, then after more than a month of war, they have become real brothers in life and death in the same trench.

Took out a match, lit a cigarette, and took a quick puff. Xie Jiahua's spirit was shocked, and he looked at the black man sitting opposite him with a rifle and asked, "Old black." What are you going to do when the war is over? Are you going to be a soldier, or are you going to be a farmer?"

"Squad leader!" the black soldier snorted for a while before he said cautiously: "I don't want to continue to be a soldier, I want to be a farmer!"

As early as two years ago, he joined the black servant army of the Huo family army, and now after some rigorous military training, he can not only speak fluent Chinese, but also gave himself a Chinese name 'Cheng Bing' when he was originally a slave, which is the same surname as the company commander when he was a recruit.

In addition, the experience of being enslaved on a white farm in Mississippi in his early years made him have no sense of belonging and national honor to the United States, although he was born in the United States, but only hatred, and at the same time, he also cultivated his special feelings for the land.

Xie Jiahua was not surprised by his answer, and the black soldiers under him had made the same choice. Perhaps it was the painful experience of being oppressed by American farmers in their early years that made them thirsty for land more than the Chinese peasant-born Huo Jiajun soldiers.

"Squad leader, after the war, will you choose to continue to serve?". Looking at Xie Jiahua's face full of black-gray soot under the sun, not much whiter than his own, Cheng Bing asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Xie Jiahua's right hand holding the cigarette couldn't help but pause, and his mind couldn't help but think of the words that the instructor said when he was training, and the country was still under the rule of the Qing government, living a life without food and clothing, just a numb living blind date.

"Yes, I will continue to work in the army until the day when all Chinese are liberated!"

Looking at the firm expression on the squad leader's face, although Cheng Bing didn't particularly understand the meaning of his words, it didn't prevent him from respecting the squad leader.

In his life experience in the past 20 years, it was only after joining Huo Jiajun that he truly felt that he was a complete person, not a tool in the hands of American farmers who could be bullied and played with at will. Here he felt respect for the first time.

Especially when he went to the front from Kansas City, where he first trained, and now has a beautiful Chinese name, Yu Shi, he vividly remembers a Chinese lady stuffing hot eggs into his hands. Although it was just a simple little thing, he felt a care that he had never felt in his life except for his parents.

Just like the squad leader in front of him, who is shorter than him but has a tough personality, he did not discriminate against him because he has dark skin that is very different from that of Chinese soldiers, since he was assigned here, it was the squad leader's help that allowed him to quickly integrate into the collective.

Xie Jiahua didn't know what the big black soldier opposite him was thinking. He was thinking more about the current situation in front of him, and since the massive increase in the number of troops in the Americans, their battles here have become more and more difficult to fight. Since February 20, almost half of the 14 soldiers in his squad have been replaced, and the people who have been supplemented are basically comrades from the black servant army, and he is the same here and in other places, so it can be inferred that the defensive strength of the Huo family army on the entire Yili front line is slowly declining.

Just when Xie Jiahua was sorting out some thoughts on the current battle situation in his mind, Chi Yang, a first-class soldier who was squatting on the observation port with a gun in the distance and monitoring the movements of the Americans with a telescope, suddenly shouted, "Squad leader, there is a situation!"

Hearing this, Xie Jiahua's body, which was originally resting against the wall, immediately jumped up like a spring, came to the observation window with an arrow step, and quickly took the telescope in Chi Yang's hand and looked into the distance.

Soon, from the field of vision of the eight-fold binoculars in his hand, a large number of American soldiers wearing gray military uniforms and rifles in their hands were spreading out from each other, hunched over and running towards this place at a rapid pace.

"Old Black, wake them up, the Americans are coming!" Because of the relatively small number of troops, the great pressure on defense, and the US Army's attack day and night, the dozen people in their squad have not slept a single sleep for three or four days. Therefore, I can only find a time when I am not fighting, and take turns to sleep for a while to replenish my spirit.

Hearing the squad leader's words, the black Cheng Bing just sat up, and heard the characteristic whistling sound when the heavy howitzer was fired, and the 'boom' exploded violently, making the surrounding land shake for a while.

"Hurry up, the Americans are coming!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, Wang Laosan quickly prepare ammunition for the machine gun!" With a burst of confusion, all fourteen people found their combat positions, and the thick 12.3mm Viper heavy machine gun also raised its muzzle again, and Xie Jiahua had already held his rifle and pointed at the American soldiers who were running quickly towards here, and after they entered their best range, they launched a fierce attack.

Like today, he has experienced countless times in the next half a month, and the US Army on the front line in Erie is basically two armies from the US Army two years ago, the former attacking frantically, almost fearless of death, and the latter will raise his hands and surrender as long as he sees no hope of victory.

This obvious difference has always made Xie Jiahua puzzled. However, no matter what the reason is that the American's will has increased so much, all he needs to do is to hold his own defense, and it is enough not to let the Americans cross the thunder pool one step.

Listening to the 'rumbling' cannon sound outside and the violent vibration under his feet, Xie Jiahua knew that the artillery of the two sides had launched a fierce artillery battle now, but compared to before, his own artillery advantage was not as great as when the battle began!

"Damn, these damn Americans, they're getting more and more cunning in the war!" Looking through the telescope, when the American troops in the distance had just entered the defense line of the Huojiajun fortress for two hundred meters, they quickly climbed down and scattered with each other, so that the lethality of the large number of machine gun firepower inside the Huojiajun was minimized. And the effectiveness of mortars is also far from being as good as it was at the beginning of the war.

Listening to the complaints in the mouths of his comrades-in-arms, Xie Jiahua also frowned, although a large number of wars have cost almost inexperienced Americans heavy casualties, but more soldiers who have survived the battlefield have grown up quickly and become experienced soldiers. This undoubtedly quickly narrowed the gap in combat quality between the soldiers on both sides.

"Okay, don't complain! Hold your position, and when the Americans come up, beat them hard with the rifle in your hand!" Xie Jiahua boosted his morale at the right time. (To be continued......)