Chapter 81: Little Grass

Chapter 81: Little Grass

When we found that our army was divided into three routes to attack the 417 Highland, the Vietnamese army quickly realized the danger, so without anyone commanding them, they organized defenses in the rain of bullets.

However, the defense they organized did not seem to be tight. At first glance, the entire inclined surface was a group of here and there. However, this is understandable that the Vietnamese army did not build any fortifications in the opposite direction of the inclined surface of the inclined surface. Moreover, due to the slope, many Vietnamese army had to lie on the inclined surface without any protection, which not only made it difficult for the Vietnamese army to aim at, but also exposed their bodies to us.

This is when our shooting team is working. With the sound of "bang..." gunshots, the soldiers of the shooting team fired a bullet at the Vietnamese army. Although the 56-half-fire rate is not as fast as the ak47, the accuracy rate is much stronger than that of the ak47. In addition, the shooting team's distance from the enemy is 56-half-meter range, which is about 400 meters. The enemy cannot hit our army but our army will be able to fight the enemy. Therefore, the soldiers of the shooting team are fighting like fish in water. After the gunshots, the Vietnamese army fell one by one under the guns of the soldiers.

"Bang bang..."

After I pulled the trigger and knocked down the Vietnamese machine gunner for the third time, the Vietnamese army realized that this position had been locked by the sniper, so they pulled back the machine gun and changed to another position. But what they didn't expect was that I was not only locking in that position, but their machine gun... So when the two machine gunners changed their positions and just poked their heads out of the cover, they were knocked to the ground by me two consecutive shots.

"Bang bang!"

There were two more gunshots, and the two Vietnamese soldiers who were holding the AK47 and rolled down from the incline. I did not pause at any time. Although the AK47 had no accurate point at this distance, the bullet rains it formed would still pose a considerable threat to our army's charge troops. Our army's shooting team, including me and Li Shuibo, had only a dozen people. Although they were all sharpshooters, almost all shot perfectly, the number of people was very large. The Vietnamese soldiers were defeated by us, and then the Vietnamese soldiers emerged and shot at our army.

In some ways, whether we can successfully suppress the firepower of the Vietnamese army determines whether the main force of our army will suffer casualties and may even affect the outcome of the entire battle. So I did not dare to neglect at all, and fired the rifle bullets one after another at the fastest speed towards the Vietnamese army on the slope.

While replacing the magazine, I glanced at the three rows at the foot of the mountain that were charging forward while clearing mines. In the blink of an eye, they had already rushed into the middle of the rice fields. However, at this time, the sporadic firepower of the Vietnamese army on the inclined surface had caused considerable interference to them, which can be seen from the more than a dozen corpses slumped to the ground.

Just as I loaded the magazine for the rifle and prepared to raise the gun to shoot, I heard a loud "boom" sound, and another soldier stepped on the mine. The grenade mine clearance is very useful for dealing with the extremely sensitive tripping mine, but there is no way to deal with the pressure-releasing mines that require pressure, unless the grenade explodes directly on the mine and creates pressure. Therefore, the soldiers will inevitably step on the mines as they advance.

If it is an ordinary soldier, it would be nothing. It is normal for some casualties on the battlefield. Who can guarantee that no one will die on the battlefield? But I quickly recognized that the soldier was the platoon leader of the sixth platoon, and couldn't help but shout in my heart. Our army's walkie-talkie is only qualified to be the platoon leader, and our basic combat unit is the platoon leader. That is to say, if the platoon leader is sacrificed or the walkie-talkie is blown up, we will lose contact with the sixth platoon, and several platoons will not cooperate well in capturing the position of the Vietnamese army.

But what surprised me was that the sixth platoon leader did not fall to the ground as I thought, but stood there and seemed to be a little confused about the situation...

What a fuss? He has never broken his hands and feet. As a platoon leader, how could he stand still? He was so scared that he didn't know how to hide?

I raised my rifle in confusion and looked at him through the scope, and then I discovered his problem. His face was covered in blood. His left eyeball, facing me, had been cut out of my eye socket by shrapnel, and only some flesh was stuck to her face. I thought about the other eye, and it was not much better to look at it...

The two health workers soon discovered the situation of the sixth platoon leader. They rushed up from left to right and lowered his body and wanted to bandage him. However, they didn't expect that he pushed the health workers away immediately. Then, under my incredible eyes, he pulled down the eyeball hanging on his face, and shouted: "Don't worry about me, rush forward! Avenge our sacrificed soldiers! Kill all the Japanese devils and hang their bodies on the tree..."

Then, the leader of the sixth platoon continued to command the battle with his only remaining right eye. Under his command, the three squads of the sixth platoon covered each other with tacit understanding and took turns to charge, and continued to stubbornly advance in the minefield under the enemy's rain of bullets.

Feeling the magnificent atmosphere of the sixth platoon leader who grabbed his eyes off and continued to command the battle, I couldn't help but feel familiar. After a while, I suddenly remembered... That's right! It's Xiahou Dun described in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". He was shot in an eye by the enemy on the battlefield, so he pulled off his eyeball and swallowed it, and then continued to show his reputation on the battlefield.

In ancient times, there were powerful generals like Xiahou Dun who could do this, but now I, the People's Liberation Army soldiers, can do this. With such ruthlessness, I still have to worry that they can't rush up and kill the Yue army without leaving any armor?

"Communication Soldier!" Seeing that the time was ripe, I immediately shouted at the communications soldier who followed me: "Send a signal flare to order the fourth company, and the sixth company launches a general attack!"

"Yes!" The communications soldier responded, raising the signal flare launcher that had been prepared into the sky. With a few "twist..." sounds, three red signal flares rose slowly into the sky.

"Boom..." Almost the moment the signal flare took off, flames exploded on the top of the Yue Army's mountain, and at the same time, there were shocking shouts of killing sounds on the other side. The Fourth Company and the Sixth Company had already charged towards the 417-high forward slope.

At this time, all the mortars arranged by the Vietnamese army to intercept our army on the reverse slope were blown up by us. With our impact, the Vietnamese army on the reverse slope was already too busy to take care of themselves and had no way to transport ammunition to the top position. So on the other hand, we have actually cut off the logistics supply and replenishment of the Vietnamese army on the top position. At this time, it was impossible for them to regain the death zone in front of the 417 Highland, so it was undoubtedly the best time to attack.

"Kill!" The fifth company also threw out the last batch of grenades, then shouted and three platoons cooperated to the 417 Highland under the guidance of the shooting team.

The Vietnamese army immediately became a mess. Although they still had a condescending geographical advantage, the lack of any defensive fortifications could only make them more obvious targets. Although they also had the advantage of military strength, their positions were so large that they could deploy their forces extremely limited. Most of their forces were hiding in the tunnel to prepare to add fuel to the position on the top of the mountain. But I didn't expect that not only did they not add fuel, but also made the mortars and machine guns of our soldiers unable to get out of the tunnel...

On the other hand, the soldiers of the Fifth Company, after rushing through the minefield, were wielding submachine guns like evil spirits possessed, and the light machine gun rushed on the Vietnamese position. The corpse hanging on the stone, moving with the wind, had long aroused their blood and hatred, and they all bravely rushed towards the Vietnamese army.

The Fifth Company is the longest training force under my command, so although they are cruel, they still cooperate with each other consciously. A wolf may not be able to defeat a tiger, but what about a group of wolves? And it is a group of wolves that can cooperate with each other... At this time, the soldiers were like a group of wolves, a group of wolves with me and I, and they were like a whole, fierce and rhythmic rushing towards the Vietnamese army on the 417 Highlands. At this time, the Vietnamese army was attacked by our army on both sides, like a lamb...

"Bang bang..." After I raised my gun and knocked down two Vietnamese troops who were about to throw the grenade down, I soon found that there was no target worth my attack on the slope. One was because the position was full of soldiers, and my bullets were likely to kill my own people by chance. After all, the penetration of sniper rifle bullets was not a joke. The other was that I found that the soldiers of the Fourth Company and the Sixth Company had rushed to the top of the mountain position, and there was no suspense in the battle.

"There are all!" I ordered to the soldiers: "After the battle, we retreated into the backscene as quickly as possible!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

...

The soldiers' answers came from the intercom, and then everyone, including the cannon company and the fire team members, came out of the hidden place and rushed towards the 417 Highland. I waved to the guards and communication soldiers behind me, installed bayonets on the rifle and followed the soldiers.

Several years of combat experience tell me that it is often the safest when the enemy and us fight together, because at this time, the enemy who peeks at high places, dares to shoot or dare to ***. However, once our army wins a comprehensive victory, the Vietnamese army can safely pile up pieces of bullets and shells to retaliate.

This was the case with the Americans back then, and of course the Vietnamese are the same now. The reason is very simple. Just four years ago, the Japanese were still fighting with the Americans. When the positions captured by the Vietnamese army were definitely smashed by shells. The Vietnamese army, which had suffered this kind of hardship, would of course use this method on us.

But what they didn't expect was that I was not only the ancestor of fighting the Americans, but also very familiar with the various tactics and habits of our army. The combat experience of the Vietnamese army all came from the confrontation between China and the United States, so I knew what they were trying to shit as soon as the Vietnamese army lifted its butt.

"Kill!" I led the soldiers forward along the bloody path opened by the soldiers of the fifth company, and used bayonets to deal with some of the Yueji who had not yet died. The machine gun company used the 56-2 folding submachine gun. The performance and accuracy of this submachine gun were not very good. Most of them were only used for machine gun troops and artillery self-defense, and they were generally not used. But this time it also came in handy. The soldiers who hated the Yueji were carrying machine guns or mortar accessories on their backs, and they were "scarying" sounded. Sometimes, even though they knew that the Yueji Japanese were dead, they still shot a round of bullets on the corpse to relieve their hatred.

Unlike the soldiers in the machine gun company, the members of the shooting team were not concerned about the corpses of the Vietnamese army, but about them all stared at the top and rushed forward.

At first I was wondering why they didn't shoot the Japanese devils who could breathe on the ground? Are they disdainful? Or do they want to grab the fifth company and kill the enemy?

When one of the soldiers excitedly raised an svd sniper rifle and shouted: "I found one, I found one...", I realized that the purpose of these guys running in front was to be a gun but not a human being.

Those Vietnamese snipers were unlucky because they could not play their due role in such terrain. At best, they could only block bullets and shrapnel.

Not to mention, the Vietnamese army attaches great importance to the 417 Highlands, which can be seen from the number of snipers arranged by the Vietnamese army. The soldiers in the shooting team followed the soldiers of the fifth company along the way, and picked up all ready-made ones and could pick up four sniper rifles. This made the members who picked up the gun and envied the soldiers who had no share.

Many of them wanted to look back and search again, but unfortunately, we had successfully taken the mountain top position and joined forces with the Fourth and Sixth Company. Under my order, they certainly did not dare to look back and search, so they could only throw nostalgic and reluctant eyes to the piles of corpses and guns and ammunition on the slope.

As soon as the backscene position arrived, the soldiers scattered themselves to find hidden points without my orders. Then they pulled out engineer shovels and dug them up frantically without saying a word, even me was no exception. Just kidding, this was the time to save lives. The People's Liberation Army soldiers described in movies and TV took a high ground and stood at the highest point, holding a gun, shouting and laughing, that was all nonsense... This was originally the high ground of the Japanese, and how much the coordinates were, they still didn't know? They all disappeared when they came up!

"Woo..." Before we could dig the anti-aircraft hole, the roar of the shells quickly sounded, and then a round of shells exploded on the top of the mountain positions and inclined surfaces, and the whole world shook. Fortunately, we had already reached the back-slope, so most of the Vietnamese shells were helpless to us.

As usual, the Vietnamese army was worried that our artillery observers would calculate their artillery positions and fight back, so the artillery fire stopped a few minutes later. At this time, we were covered in mud and blood, covered in blood.

"Battery Commander!" Before the cannon sound had completely subsided, the correspondent came to me with a walkie-talkie on his back and reported: "Telephone of the regiment headquarters!"

As soon as I took the microphone, before I could even say something urgently, I heard the anxious cry of the other chief of staff: "How is it? How is it? Did you fight?"

"Report to the Chief of Staff!" I said with confidence: "The battle has been taken down, and the Vietnamese army has suffered heavy casualties!"

"Okay!" The cheers of cadres came from the microphone.

"Good fight!" After pausing for a while, the Chief of Staff continued, "Comrade Cui Wei! You have a sigh of relief for us Chinese, don't worry! I will repay you for your merits! Do you have any requirements?"

"Request?" I wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, I replied: "Chief of Staff, I hope you can help friendly forces strengthen the left and right wings of the 417 Highlands, and don't let the highlands we exchanged for life be handed over to the Vietnamese devils!"

"No problem!" The Chief of Staff agreed: "Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake twice. Leave the left and right wings of the 417 Highland to me, and you are responsible for building fortifications in 417 to block the counterattack of the Vietnamese army!"

"Yes!" I responded, and suddenly I felt that the Chief of Staff was no longer as hateful as before.

What made him change? Is it the corpse hanging from a stone? Or is it the casualties of Wang Zhengang's two companies?

I don't know. I only know that the Chief of Staff is now mature and seems to have realized his mistakes. Although he still doesn't admit it, he has made great changes in actual actions.

"Battery Commander!" The hometown man called out to me, and looked in his voice and saw him constantly wavering to me to signal me to go over.

Seeing the big stone beside the people in my hometown, I suddenly remembered the corpse hanging on the stone, but I pulled it back and ran towards the people in my hometown. The soldiers spontaneously made way for me, revealing a corpse that had been already bloody in the mud.

I asked, "Is it him?"

"Yeah!" The hometown man nodded: "It's him! We just put him down."

"Do you know what his name is?" I asked again.

The hometown man shook his head, pointed to his ragged military uniform and said, "The military uniform is gone, and his face is full of shrapnel. He can't find his name or recognize his appearance!"

I squatted and looked at the corpse carefully. As the people in my hometown described, the martyr's military uniform had shaken the shells and left only fragments. The exposed skin was covered with mud and blood, and some places were even cut from shrapnel to pieces... It looked terrible and made people shudder.

"Rest in peace! Comrade!" I silently took off my hat and said to him in my heart: "Although we don't know your name, at least we snatched you back from the Vietnamese devils!"

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