"Company commander, what's the situation!" Yu Congrong touched it and asked.

"Sure enough, it's Xia Yuan, this kid is well hidden, and his marksmanship is unexpectedly good."

Wu Qianli grinned, patted off the dirt on his body, and was a little surprised, how long has this kid joined the Seventh Company, and he has only had two or three days of training time in Shandong, and his marksmanship is so good.

This kid clearly has a strong talent for shooting.

"Brother Yuan's marksmanship is very accurate, as soon as those American devils show up, Brother Yuan kills one of them with one shot, and they all retract and dare not show their heads." Wu Wanli's dark face looked very funny, but he was talking very seriously, and he said: "Brother, I killed a lot of American devils just now. ”

"These American devils are very timid, it's a good thing not to take the lead, forget it this time, and I'll talk to you two alone when the battle is over. Bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield, so you must protect yourself. ”

Wu Qianli knew that time could not be delayed, so he immediately took off all the grenades on his body and stuffed them into Wu Wanli's arms, and wanted to teach him: "Count..."

Wu Wanli spoke first: "Count five explosions, Brother Yuan has taught me." ”

Wu Qianli didn't say anything, patted Wu Wanli's shoulder, turned his head and shouted to Yu Congrong: "Go!" ”

Wu Wanli looked at Wu Qianli's back and suddenly shouted, "Brother, be careful." ”

On the battlefield where the artillery was noisy, Wu Qianli didn't hear Wu Wanli's voice, he took Yu Congrong along the side of the battle line to the high ground, and soon met Xia Yuan lying in the bunker, Xia Yuan was like a predator hidden in the dark, pulling the trigger, and a US soldier died instantly.

"This kid's marksmanship is good!" Yu Congrong held the Stern submachine gun and looked at the US military position with a little surprise.

A soldier was shot and killed, which shocked the US military to think that the machine gunner, and the artillery bullets were desperately in the direction of Xia Yuan, and Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong, who were watching, were shocked.

"Yu Congrong, go help!" Wu Qianli held his weapon and got into the back of the collapsed house from the bunker.

Yu Congrong followed Wu Qianli's flank, opened fire on the enemy, and pulled the enemy's firepower over.

Xia Yuan shrank back, sensing that the number of bullets fired had decreased, and when he raised his head to look, he saw the figures of Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong, the two of them rushed into the trench and shot at the American troops who were coming head-on. Xia Yuan put away his gun, quickly changed his position, and began to shoot the American troops in the trenches by relying on the favorable terrain.

With the attracting firepower of Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong, Xia Yuan picked the machine gunners of the US army to shoot, aiming and calming skills are not enough to make him a real sniper, but it is also comparable to a sniper, ten shots can hit eight shots, which is a very terrifying hit rate.

Yu Congrong and Wu Qianli rushed in the trench and ran into US troops head-on, one of the US soldiers was directly sniped by Xia Yuan's headshot, and the other several US soldiers were suddenly struck by two people with Stern submachine guns, and the three of them cooperated, and the heavy firepower point was extinguished by Xia Yuan, creating a good firepower output environment for Yu Congrong and Wu Qianli.

On the other side, Pinghe pinned down a high point of the American army through the flank, helping the volunteer soldiers to relieve the pressure.

However, the U.S. tank's firepower is too strong, and the U.S. military still maintains a stubborn firepower output relying on the cover of tanks, which is also inextricably linked to the U.S. military's individual weapons and equipment configuration.

"Yu Congrong, the enemy's tanks must be knocked out." Wu Qianli rushed to the front, shot and killed several American soldiers, turned his head and shouted loudly.

"Company commander be careful!" Yu Congrong suddenly saw a US soldier in a military coat behind Wu Qianli stand up suddenly.

Bang, a gunshot.

The U.S. soldier fell to the ground.

Wu Qianli raised his gun and pointed it behind him for a sudden moment, and found that the American devil who attacked him had been killed, and turned his head to look at a bunker, only to see a figure who had changed positions.

"This kid's marksmanship is so accurate." Wu Qianli touched his hair, and just now the bullet grazed his head and fired the American troops behind him.

How long has it been since Xia Yuan touched the gun, at most, during the training in Shandong, he really trained seriously and systematically, and spent the rest of the time on the train, and often listened to Pinghe talk about some gun training experience.

"Could it be that if you listen to Pinghe talk about how to shoot, you can shoot accurately?" Yu Congrong touched his head.

"Then you have to divide people, if you go, you probably won't even understand what Pinghe said." Wu Qianli touched the grenade on the American soldier's body, turned his head and said: "Don't be stunned, it's almost dawn, we can't delay any longer, when it's dawn, our advantage will be gone." ”

Since the volunteer fighters did not have air supremacy, most of the time of the operation was at night when the view was blocked. During the day, when US planes ravaged North Korea, the volunteer fighters responded by operating at night as much as possible and resting during the day.

There is only one hour left before dawn, and the signal tower must be blown up within this hour, otherwise the sky will light up and the US planes will arrive, and they will not be able to leave if they want to.

Xia Yuan also knew this, he used the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle in his hand as much as possible, and touched the 7.62 bullet on his body, which was not much, and was harvesting the life of an American soldier, Xia Yuan quietly touched the trench and held the body down from the bunker.

"This group of Americans is really well dressed, and each of them has a military coat." Xia Yuan exhaled, took out all the weeds on his body, put on a military coat, and quietly touched the third line of defense with the help of the cover of night.

(I saw someone say that the protagonist wears the enemy's clothes and will be killed by his own people with the enemy's gun, so I have to popularize a little knowledge of distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy, in fact, during the period of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, there are many ways to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, through military uniforms, speech, weapons and equipment, etc., and the most important one, that is, hats, most of the People's Army and the Volunteer Army are 50-style caps and cotton hats, while the South Korean Army and the US Army are wearing steel helmets.) From the beginning to the end of the war, this is the case, in the process of fighting on both sides, few soldiers will change into the clothes of the American army during the battle, let alone carry their steel helmets, as for the proud American army, they disdain to carry our army's 50-style large caps, cotton hats. ）

The third line of defense is the line of defense where the US forces are stationed with heavy firepower, tanks, self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun vehicles, and the line of infantry of the US army.

The second line of defense has been occupied by the volunteer soldiers, and at this moment, the American troops, who have lost two lines of defense, also want to recapture the positions below, the tanks roar, and the self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun vehicles let out an angry roar.

Xia Yuan, who had changed into a military coat, hid behind the trenches, tightened his clothes, and looked at the front with a solemn gaze.

"There are three tanks and five vehicles with heavy machine guns on the third line of defense, and these American troops are really rich in equipment." Xia Yuan turned his head to look at the scattered volunteer soldiers on the position, each soldier was five or six meters apart, holding a gun and shooting at the third line of defense formed by the enemy, and the house provided them with good cover.

The battle team composed of Wu Qianli, Mei Sheng, and Yu Congrong rested at the top of the second line of defense, replenished their bullets, and then approached the third line of defense from the flank.

Explosives packets were dropped under the communications tower.

Xia Yuan looked at the proficiency of aiming, put the yellow-orange-orange bullets on the soil, wiped the bullets, and pressed them into the magazine of the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle one by one, stuffed eight bullets, and stared at the American troops on the third line of defense, which was only more than a hundred meters away from them. It was dark and dark, and only a vague shadow on the opposite position and the flame of the muzzle of the gun could be seen.

"There are still tens of thousands of proficiency levels before aiming is promoted to the master level, and I can at least increase my proficiency by four or five thousand tonight."

Xia Yuan has completely adapted to the intensity of the war, and the next thing is to work hard to improve his skills, although the firepower of the American troops on the third line of defense is fierce, but the volunteer soldiers know that this group of American troops is already in their pockets.

He didn't stay in the trenches for long, felt some 7.62 bullets from the corpses of several American soldiers, and left the bunker, went to the slope of the flank, hid himself in the bunker, and quietly waited for the opportunity.

The U.S. troops on the third line of defense knew that the volunteer soldiers had broken through the second line of defense, and they were secretly anxious to give the volunteer soldiers on the second line of defense the most fierce firepower, which gave him a chance.

Xia Yuan, who was hiding in the shadows, was like a predator quietly waiting for his prey to appear, and when a U.S. soldier got up and threw a grenade, in the darkness, a shadow gently pulled the trigger.

A bullet hit the American soldier in the chest, and the heart-rending screams could be heard from a long distance.

Hitting the target, Xia Yuan continued to wait quietly, waiting for the opportunity to move.