The U.S. army also has tanks as a suppression, although the tanks are hindered by the terrain, but they only need to aim in the direction, and they can condescendingly carry out artillery strikes on the volunteer soldiers, and the shells emitting white smoke cut a beautiful white line in the dark night, and the next second a house is torn apart, the ground shook, the deafening explosion spread far away, and the dirt rolled up by the explosion fell like raindrops.

The dense line of fire swept through the firepower points arranged by the volunteer soldiers, devouring the lives of the volunteer soldiers.

Explosions, gunshots, deafening sounds, they were already very close to the battlefield, their feet on the earth, from time to time there was a violent vibration, as if the whole mountain was shaking. The explosion rolled up a large amount of dirt and scattered it all over the sky, the color of blood in the dirt, and even a broken intestine or internal organs that fell on the wall.

Xia Yuan was dumbfounded, the shooting in the movie was still too conservative.

Yu Congrong patted him on the shoulder, he didn't speak, and motioned for Xia Yuan to follow, Xia Yuan turned his head and saw a row of soldiers using cover to continue to touch the enemy's side.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, smelled the thick gunpowder smoke in the air, and dragged his slightly trembling body to follow Yu Congrong closely, everyone did not speak, only saw Wu Qianli gesticulating from time to time, arranging the battle formation.

The fighters in groups of three were scattered and hid behind the bunker, Xia Yuan could already see the American soldiers hiding in the trenches not far away and shooting, they were holding advanced weapons in their hands, and they were shooting at the volunteer soldiers below, but few were able to be hit, most of them were hit by American shells, and their bodies were shattered.

According to the statistics of bullet consumption on the battlefield of World War II, an average of 10,000 rounds of bullets can kill one person, and most of the battlefields are constantly suppressed by heavy firepower.

The same is true of the current US military, which relies on advanced weaponry and absolute air supremacy and battlefield supplies, even in the case of a huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, the US military still does not fall behind.

If it weren't for the three-three system tactics, it is estimated that the casualties of the volunteer soldiers would continue to expand.

The cruelty of the war pulled Xia Yuan back, and they were already hiding under a slope, waiting quietly.

Pinghe boarded a lookout platform abandoned by the U.S. military, pressed the bullet into the magazine, and gestured to the fighters beside him. The two soldiers who followed tied the bag and used a rope to deliver it over.

More than 100 meters away from the observation platform, the third man set up two mortars and aimed them at the enemy's gun truck.

The explosives on the rope were sent across the ravine and slid to the opposite side, and Pinghe calmly aimed, his eyes glowing with cold light, and his fingers hooked the trigger and gently pulled.

Bang.

A gunshot was accompanied by a burst of fire, which rolled up a large amount of dirt, and the ground shook violently, and a fire point of the US military stationed at the lookout was knocked out by an explosives bag.

In the distance, two shells dragged white exhaust into the sky and landed on the self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun vehicle of the US army, although it did not hit the target, but the aftermath of the shell swept the self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun vehicle away, and the American troops on the car were killed.

When the signal was transmitted, Wu Qianli blew the osprey whistle, and the soldiers of the fire platoon arranged on the flank threw the grenades that had been prepared long ago.

Xia Yuan stood up suddenly, pulled the bolt, raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger, the whole action was smooth, and the bullet came out of the chamber in one go. Hit a U.S. soldier in the back.

The American soldier was not killed, and continued to run until he jumped into another trench and did not see his head.

"Didn't die!"

Xia Yuan's eyes froze, and he quickly lay down.

"Xia boy, you are waiting here! I'll show you how my brother killed the enemy. ”

Yu Congrong held the Si Deng submachine gun, and Wu Qianli and Mei Sheng rushed to the front of the enemy's position with the three-three system tactics, Mei Sheng held a Type 96 light machine gun and shot the two at the end to cover the two, Yu Congrong and Wu Qianli charged alternately on Mei Sheng's left and right sides, communicating through sign language from time to time.

Xia Yuan saw this scene in his eyes, this is a standard three-three system tactic, he turned his head to look at the other soldiers of the Seventh Company, they all have the same attack method, but their attack method is much more subtle than that of Wu Qianli and the three of them.

One group took cover behind them, while the other group braved enemy gunfire and bullets, and when they had reached a safe position, they poked their heads out and fired at the enemy in an inverted triangle, covering the battle group behind them.

The shaking of the ground has not stopped, this is only the first line of defense set up by the enemy, and the tanks of the US army are behind the three lines of defense, and if they want to blow up the enemy's communication tower, they must first break through the enemy's three lines of defense.

"Damn, I'm also a systematic person, and I must not fall behind!"

Xia Yuan knew that the fighter would not come easily, looking at the dense rain of bullets, even though he was afraid and timid in his heart, but when he saw that the other volunteer soldiers were charging, he gritted his teeth and ran out of the slope, facing the enemy's dense bullets, and curled up behind a bunker in a hurry, and the sound of bullets whizzing past his ears made him dare not come out for a while.

The firepower of the U.S. military is too fierce, the bullet is like not asking for money, no one knows when they will be hit by the bullet, even Xia Yuan, who has watched the movie, does not dare to guarantee the safety of his life.

Touching his pocket, Lei Gong gave himself thirty bullets, the number is relatively small, and it is still enough for now.

Pressed another bullet in the magazine, let it keep five, gritted his teeth, ruthlessly, and continued to rush forward, the sound of the bullet flying over his head made Xia Yuan panic in his heart, for fear that a bullet would be shot on him.

When he came to the second bunker, Xia Yuan found that his palms and foreheads were covered with sweat, his back was already soaked with sweat, his heart was beating violently, and his adrenaline was surging.

"You should pull those keyboard warriors to the battlefield and let them really feel it."

Gritting his teeth, Xia Yuan didn't forget to complain in his heart, gasped for more than ten seconds, he cautiously poked his head out and began to observe, his hand trembled and touched the three grenades on his body, and unscrewed the lid open beside him.

"Three grenades, you have to blow up their three firing points to give the other fighters a chance to charge."

Through Xia Yuan's observation, the farthest firepower point was at the commanding heights of the enemy's third line of defense, more than two or three hundred meters away from his position, the fire of the muzzle of the gun was sudden and non-stop, and the dense bullets seemed to be dying, so that the volunteer soldiers in sight could not raise their heads.

That point of fire is especially important.

Suddenly, Xia Yuan felt that there were a lot fewer bullets above his head, and when he raised his head, he found that the highest point in the distance was being pinned down by the Ping River on the other side of the ravine, and the bullets formed a line of fire across the ravine.

Pinghe operated, and he pinned down a firepower point on the highest hill of the American army, winning a respite for the volunteer soldiers on the battlefield below.

At this time, Xia Yuan's heartbeat has calmed down a lot, and the depiction in the movie still has an element of artistic processing, and anyone who really goes to the battlefield for the first time does not panic, just hearing the sound of bullets grazing the top of his head, he is all dead.

Carefully observing the arrangement of the firing points of the US military on the entire battlefield, under a shed and in a room, five or six US soldiers set up two M1917 water-cooled heavy machine guns, and the line of fire was like a long dragon, forming two cross-fire nets, blocking the route of the volunteer soldiers.

In addition, there are small firepower networks constructed by large and small US troops, and several US troops hide in the trenches to cover each other and shoot alternately, even exposing only half of their bodies, and no one is stupid enough to rush out of the trenches.

"Wu Wanli!"

I don't know who shouted, it sounded a little familiar, the dense artillery fire muffled the sound, Xia Yuan turned around sharply, and rushed down from the mountain A young soldier, with dark skin and a cat's waist, was beaten in a panic.

"I'm stunned."

Xia Yuan looked at the line of fire, pulled up a grenade, didn't need to aim, silently counted two numbers, and threw it in the direction of the line of fire.

The grenade landed high in the air with a dull explosion, and in an instant, the fire was muted.

Wu Wanli raised his head and saw Brother Yuan beckoning to him, and hurriedly curled up in a bunker.

"You can throw it so far!"

When Mei Sheng saw this scene, he looked at Wu Qianli in shock.

"I told you a long time ago, and you still don't believe it." Wu Qianli's eyes were bright, holding the Steng submachine gun in his hand, he was so pressed by a firepower point in front of him that he couldn't raise his head, and shouted at Yu Congrong: "Yu Congrong, continue to break through!" I knew that I would take Xia Yuan's kid with me, throw a grenade at that fire point, and send them all to Lord Yama. ”

"Company commander, Xia Yuan is a recruit, this baby bump you want him to charge, don't make trouble."

Just now, Xia Yuan's bomb was more than 100 meters away, which really startled Yu Congrong, and what followed was a huge surprise, I didn't expect this kid to have such an accurate bomb throwing technique, a proper humanoid self-propelled mortar.