"Beep..." With the sound of the little speaker, three soldiers carrying telephone lines rushed out of the three tunnels at the same time, running towards three different directions in the left, middle and right respectively.

The purpose of doing this is to confuse the enemy's sight and disperse their firepower. Except for the calf in front of them, the other two were not telephone soldiers. They just played the role of covering the calf. Of course, I also told them the information I had already thought about to pass on to Captain Zhang. If they were really lucky to return to the Five Sacred Mountains, they could also play a role.

But I understand that this idea is just a luxury.

Before, Captain Zhang sent two reconnaissance platoons because he wanted to contact us, but they were all knocked down on the road without exception. There were hundreds of people in two platoons, and none of them could break into our tunnel alive, not to mention that now there are only three people who are out...

"hei your!" As soon as the three soldiers set off, they quickly attracted the attention of the US military guarding outside. With a shout, the machine gunner quickly fired a lot of bullets, followed by a series of mortar shells, chasing and bombing after the soldiers.

The three soldiers were all veterans, and they all knew to hide their bodies by listening to the sound and watching the situation. Sometimes they jumped up from the ground like rabbits, and sometimes they suddenly jumped into the crater without moving. In addition, they were moving in three different directions, which made the Americans panic, and the landing points of the machine guns and shells were very chaotic, which made them run for a long distance.

“Good!”

"careful!"

...

When the soldiers in the tunnel saw the bullets and shells fired by the US military followed the soldiers, they were all so nervous that they were sweating for them. When they saw the soldiers jumping up from the crater again, they couldn't help but applaud them!

But the good times didn't last long. Other US troops also discovered the situation here. The gunshots above our heads suddenly became dense. Submachine guns, rifles, and light and heavy machine guns quickly rang out, and bullets flew around the battlefield in an instant.

A soldier just jumped out of the crater and was hit by several bullets at the same time and fell to the ground. The blood stained the land under him red. But in this case, he still did not give up. In the rain of bullets, he still climbed another step towards the direction of Wusheng Mountain with his last breath, until several bullets hit him, and finally stopped him.

Another soldier was chased into the crater by bullets. He was so pressed by pieces of bullets that he couldn't lift his head. Just as we were trying to throw out a few grenades to attract the attention of the US military, suddenly several mortar shells passed by, and we saw the soldier flying out of the crater by being blown out, falling to the side and no longer moving...

The only one left was the Mavericks. The soldiers focused all their eyes on the Mavericks' direction, but at this time, the Mavericks could not be seen on the battlefield.

I looked forward along the long telephone line behind the calf and found a string of bright red blood on the ground, and my heart sank down. The calf was injured and might have even been sacrificed, which almost meant that the mission had failed.

The sound of gunfire gradually weakened. Perhaps the US military also thought that there would be no one else to survive in this situation, so they stopped shooting!

But at this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from a crater in front of him, limping forward...

It's the calf! The soldiers raised their hearts to their throats again, staring at the calf's back with big eyes. Some soldiers even leaned out regardless of their life danger to swing grenades outside the tunnel to provide cover for the calf.

The US military's dense machine guns and mortars sounded again. The calf dragged his injured legs and jumped from one crater into another, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, making the US military unable to grasp his direction, and actually made the calf run for more than 200 meters. Seeing that he had persisted for a while and ran into the safe area, suddenly two shells exploded beside the calf, and the calf was knocked out several meters in the shock wave area.

I raised my telescope and looked at it, and my heart was despaired. Because I saw that the calf's left leg had been blown off, a piece of white bones was exposed in the blood and flesh. Blood sprayed out from the broken leg like a fountain, dyeing a large area of ​​land under him red.

But just when I was not hoping, I found that the telephone cable on the Maverick's back moved, and then moved again...

"Chief of Staff!" Instructor Qin obviously discovered this situation and hurriedly reported: "The Mavericks may have found the interrupted telephone line, and he wants to answer it..."

"Quick! Get ready for the call!" I hurriedly ordered the telephone soldier beside me.

"Yes!" The telephone soldier grabbed the phone and shook it without saying a word.

The telephone line moved again, and it became tighter and tighter. Some parts even hung in the air because of the force of the calf pulling. Seeing this, Instructor Qin and I couldn't help but look at each other, and we both understood what this meant!

Damn it! I couldn't help but punch and hit the ground hard. Why was it that the phone line was not long enough at this time?

After hesitating, I immediately raised my telescope and looked towards the direction of the calf. Sure enough, I saw the calf lying on the ground and climbing forward with all my might. I pulled the telephone line at this end with one hand and the telephone line at the other hand, trying to connect them together, but it was just a little bit short of it!

Suddenly, the Maverick opened his mouth and bit the phone line in his hand, then bit one thread with his mouth and grabbed another thread with his hand...

"It's connected! The Chief of Staff... it's connected!" Almost at the same time, the telephone soldier standing beside me shouted loudly.

I hurriedly answered the phone, and sure enough, a familiar voice from Captain Zhang came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, is it Chief Cui? I am Captain Zhang, I am Captain Zhang..."

"Captain Zhang!" I didn't care about it and shouted to the phone: "We were attacked by four enemy battalions fiercely. The bullets were almost used up and there were great casualties. Now retreat to the tunnel and prepare to launch a counterattack at 7:00 pm to attack the enemy from our surface positions. We need artillery support. Please ask the commander Zhang to organize artillery troops to provide fire assistance to us at 7:20 pm on positions 1, 7, 9, 10, 12 of the 597.9 Heights, and 4, 7 and 8 of the 537.7 Heights!"

"Okay, no problem!" Captain Zhang, who was on the other end of the phone, also knew that the time was tight, and immediately replied: "Change a counterattack at 7:00 pm, right? At that time, we will provide you with reinforcements from two companies, and take advantage of your counterattack to organize personnel to send the ammunition. Fire the gun on time at 7:20, and I repeat the shelling target, No. 1, No. 7, No. 9, No. 10 of the 597.9 Highland..."

At this time, the sound in the microphone stopped abruptly with a few cannons.

I put down the phone and looked at the location where the calf was. There was already a piece of smoke and dust that could not be seen. When the smoke gradually dissipated, the original position where the calf was lying on the ground was nothing except a few pieces of rags hanging on the roots of the tree.

"What's his name?" I asked Instructor Qin beside me.

"His name is Niu Baocai!" Instructor Qin said heavily: "He is a party member, the deputy squad leader of the telephone squad, and he is twenty-five years old this year!"

"Niu Baocai!" I was stunned when I heard this: "It turns out that he is Niu Baocai, he is Niu Baocai..."

The night gradually came with the fierce sound of cannons.

With the vibrations coming from the shells when they exploded, the soldiers in the tunnel ignored the sand and stones falling from their heads and conducted a last inspection of their equipment.

The bullet is loaded, the belt is tightened, the grenade is lifted, and the bayonet is hung in the easiest position to pull out... Only veterans who have been rolling on the battlefield for a long time know the little preparation before the war is likely to save their lives on the battlefield.

I took out my pocket watch and looked at the time, and there were still ten minutes left.

I couldn't help but poke my head out of the corner of the tunnel and looked at the scene outside the tunnel. The shells were exploding one after another, and the light columns of searchlights were flying around, illuminating the dust and smoke raised by the shells.

When the sky became dark, the US military also understood that the danger was coming soon. After all, they knew very well that most of the volunteer soldiers launched attacks at night. So when the dim sunset just came down, the US military's cannons started roaring. They continued to bomb the valley between Shangganling and Wusheng Mountains at a density of five to seven per minute.

It was a necessary road to climb the 597.9 Highland, a valley about 1,500 meters wide on the north side of the highland, and it was also a road to death paved with artillery fire and blood.

Facts have also proved that this road has cost the volunteer soldiers a heavy price, whether before or after tonight.

Their purpose is to prevent the Five Sacred Mountain from sending reinforcements to us, to cut off the connection between Five Sacred Mountain and us. This may be the so-called firepower blockade of the US military! The Americans are really making a big deal, firing five to seven shells per minute, and they don’t know how many shells will be consumed in one night. All of this is just for Shangganling, two highlands with an area of ​​less than 3.7 square kilometers. It can be seen that the US military is determined to win the two highlands.

Unfortunately, the military headquarters has never paid enough attention to the US attack on these two high grounds. They always believe that the US attack on Shangganling is just a cover. Once our army draws the elite troops of Western Mountain and Douliu Peak to the Shangganling direction to defend, the US military will take advantage of their modern transportation and quickly transfer the troops from Shangganling to the Western Mountain and launch a general attack on the Douliu Peak area. Therefore, even if the military headquarters knows that the US military launched a fierce attack on Shangganling, it will still not transfer one soldiers and one soldiers from the Western Mountain direction.

In other words, when the Shangganling Battle had entered a white-hot stage, the superiors still did not correctly understand the US military's combat intentions and main attack direction.

Looking at the fierce artillery fire of the US military outside the tunnel, I remembered that when I was on the phone with Captain Zhang in the afternoon, he said that he would send us two companies of reinforcements.

To be honest, at this time, I hoped that he would send reinforcements, but I didn't want him to send reinforcements.

I hope he sent reinforcements because the casualties of our two high grounds were killed and injured during the day, and the ammunition was exhausted, and I couldn't wait to need assistance. I didn't want him to send reinforcements because I knew that most of the troops coming to reinforcements would be sacrificed on the road.

In modern times, I have read such a data. Because of the strict firepower blockade of the US military, the troops coming to reinforce Shangganling often rushed up one company, and only two or three could reach the Shangganling tunnel alive... It is precisely because of this that the Battle of Shangganling in history was so difficult.

Time walked forward minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed. I waved to the soldiers behind me, grabbed my rifle and ran towards the entrance of the tunnel. I squatted in front of the tunnel and waited for a while. After the light column of the searchlight passed by, I rushed out in one step.

The smoke filled the gunpowder and the dust flew around.

I believe that somewhere in this dark place, there are a few Americans holding guns at our tunnel entrance. The Americans are not fools, they will definitely think that we may sneak out and stab them at night. So naturally, they will arrange some troops to look at our tunnel entrances.

But I am sure that when I ran out of the tunnel entrance, the US troops responsible for watching the tunnel entrance did not find me. The reason is very simple - I am still alive.

In some ways, maybe I should thank the artillery soldiers of the US military.

Because of their firepower blockade, the Shangganling is full of smoke and dust. These smoke and dust can be described as the idiom of covering the sky and blocking the sun. Even during the day, the sun's light can be blocked tightly, let alone on this night. In addition, the rumbling cannon sound completely covers our footsteps, which makes it possible for us to drill out of the tunnel entrance without being noticed by the enemy.

Of course, this is not to be stared at by the enemy's searchlights.

As soon as I rushed out of the tunnel entrance, I rolled outside and rolled into a crater next to it. At this time, I couldn't help but turn my eyes to a position diagonally above the tunnel entrance.

This is a very strange feeling. Although I can't see anything in this dark night, I always feel that there are several pairs of eyes staring at me in that direction.

I remember when I was in college, the English teacher repeatedly emphasized that we should read more and write more. In this regard, her explanation was that if we read more, we would have a sense of language, and if we write more, we would have a sense of hand. Later, I found that there was such a thing. When I read more and sometimes I blurted out when I talk to people without thinking about a word.

So I summarized this experience and I will also use this set when doing other things. For example, if I kill too many people, I will feel the touch, and if the gun is shot quickly, I will feel the pleasure!

But the feeling now makes me puzzled, because based on mathematical logic and Marxist materialistic dialectics, I should have been killed so much that I feel...

But at this time I didn't have time to spend too much time to find out the truth. In short, I felt that the enemy was lurking in that position and monitoring the entrances of our tunnels. So I patted Miao Huaizhi who followed me and made a gesture to him, signaling him to organize the soldiers to get out of the tunnel and stand on time, then pulled out the bayonet from his waist and ran to the side.

Under the sound of cannons and searchlights, I stopped and stopped, circled around the inclined surface, and then carefully circled back to the position I had just locked. As expected, there were actually Americans on all sides lying in front of a simple fortification made of sandbags, holding their guns in the direction of the tunnel entrance.

Two of them were machine gunners, holding a Czech light machine gun in their hands, waiting for battle. The other two were holding rifles in their hands and sitting beside them smoking boredly.

Seeing them like this, I couldn't help but complain in my heart. I shouldn't have been too arrogant just now. It's said that two fists can't beat four hands, and now the enemy below has eight hands.

Kill them with a gun?

I am worried that there are other US troops nearby. Although the bombing of artillery shells can cover up some of the gunfires, if the US troops are nearby, it will still attract their attention. Doing so may expose our offensive intentions too early and fail to achieve the effect of being unpredictable.

Use a bayonet to get them out?

Not to mention that I was not sure to kill the four of them silently in one breath, the two US soldiers holding rifles were still facing me. I couldn't get close to them at all.

Time passed by minute by minute, and I was becoming more and more anxious without thinking about a solution. Because I knew that I had made an appointment with Captain Zhang to provide artillery fire assistance at 7:20. At this time, every minute I delayed, it meant that we had one minute less offensive time.

Alas! It would be great if there was a silencer at this time! Even if only part of the sound could be eliminated, it might not be heard by other US troops in the rumbling sound of cannons.

Wait! At this moment, a shot that often appears in modern movies suddenly flashed in my mind. Some gunmen can also achieve a part of the noise silence effect without a silencer without a silencer.
Chapter completed!