Chapter 4

"Boom..." The shells exploded on the No. 7 Highland.

Although I successfully stopped our army's last charge, this does not mean that there is no need to fight this battle.

According to the superiors, we still have to walk the road and take the high ground. Moreover, because of the mistake just now, a lot of time wasted, and the time we completed the task was a little tighter.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but "dead" in my heart, why do we have to bear the losses if our superiors make mistakes. But I also know that it is useless to blame others. No matter what, we have to take the No. 7 Highland in front of us before dark. The reason is very simple... Our army is not familiar with the terrain and cannot fight with them on the territory of the dynasty. And if we can't fight tonight, it will be even more difficult for the dynasty to fight the next day after one night's preparation.

So I had no choice but to follow the soldiers to enter the position again and wait for the artillery fire to prepare.

I have to admit that I have no regrets about the preparation of artillery fire. I thought it was just a bit louder like the ones filmed in a TV movie. However, when the first batch of shells exploded on the 7th floor, I couldn't help but be stunned...

The violent shelling seemed to be about to lift the entire Highland No. 7 into the sky. The land was blown up by continuous and dull bombardment. Each explosion of the shell threw large masses of soil and grass into the sky. As the shells extended, the sky was filled with the roar of shells falling to the ground, the whistling of shrapnel and the disgusting screams made by the shells as they flew through the air. In just a moment, the entire sky was covered with darkness by thick smoke and dust.

I couldn't help but scream with the whistling of the shells. These shells ignited the fear hidden in my heart and also ignited my desire to survive... At this moment, I suddenly realized how superficial I was in the past. I used to be eager for money, women, and all kinds of enjoyment, but now I just feel that everything is not important. The only thing that matters is my own life, and the only thing that matters is I can live.

I saw several soldiers around me looking at me with strange eyes. I knew what they were thinking. They felt frightened by the sound of cannons and screamed that only cowards would do, and this was a cannon that hit the enemy's positions... But I didn't care, because only in this way can I guarantee that I would not be scared, and only in this way can I control myself and not escape.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of cannon gradually stopped, followed by an ominous silence and a few faint crying sounds on the Highland No. 7.

"Comrades!" The company commander stood up and waved his pistol: "For the motherland and for the people, rush!"

"Run!"

...

The soldiers shouted and picked up the rifles in their hands and rushed towards the No. 7 Highland. I was stunned for a while and then followed the soldiers with the rifles tremblingly.

At this time, an old man's words suddenly appeared in my mind: "Many people think... the slower you take when charging, the safer you are. In fact, if you really don't want to die, you can rush as quickly as you can."

"Oh, why?" It's not that I wanted to ask, but that I had to ask, otherwise the old man would use his ability to listen to the voice and defend his position again.

"Why?" At this time, the old man would always answer proudly: "When we were shooting artillery, the Japanese were hiding in the tunnel of the back slope to avoid the cannon! Do you know what the back slope is?"

The old man bowed his hand and made it into a mountain shape, then pointed to the back of the mountain and said, "The reverse slope is this, the shells cannot be fired. This move was used by the Volunteer Army to deal with the Americans when the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Later, the Yuejis learned to deal with us from our place. So at this time, there was actually no Yuejis on the high ground. The faster the rush forward, the safer it would be. If this was slow, the Yuejis' troops came out of the tunnel and spread on the mountain, then none of them would run away..."

Thinking of this, I was shocked. I looked at the mountain with smoke... It was indeed not a single person. So I couldn't help but make a big move in my heart, took a big step with my gun and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

By the way, I may be relatively brave, but the running speed is not enough. I have to thank the old man for this. I don’t know if the old man couldn’t go to the battlefield to fight because he was blind or he didn’t get enough officials. Since I became sensible, he has treated me as his soldier to train. It started at one thousand meters, but it was a little older than 2,500. When I was in junior high school, I was carrying a load of five kilometers every morning!

My childhood was caused by the old man's urge to get rid of it, which is one of the reasons why I hate the old man so much.

I said too much nonsense, and at that time I was determined to run forward and quickly left the other soldiers behind. I think part of this was that the soldiers were not sure about the situation on the mountain and did not dare to rush forward.

Highland No. 7 is not high, it should be said to be just a small hill. I rushed to the top of the mountain in just two or three minutes. When I saw it, I was still not even a Japanese devil. In front of me was a trench that was blown up by shells.

I didn't dare to stop at my feet, so I crossed the trench and lay down on the ground and looked down: Oh my god! The darkness below was covered with heads, and dozens of Vietnamese Japanese were rushing to the top of the mountain! The closest distance was only more than ten meters.

Only then did I realize that I had made a mistake. I knew I wanted to grab time, but my comrades didn’t know. Now I am alone and have so many Vietnamese in front of me. Isn’t that asking for death?

It's strange to say that, I suddenly became no longer afraid.

Later I remembered that this may be the instinct of human survival. People often calm down when they are on the verge of death or are extremely scared. Maybe this is how I was at that time. Dozens of enemies were in front of me, but suddenly calmed down and used the fastest time to analyze my own situation.

Escape? No, as soon as I ran away, the Japanese invaders took the opportunity to occupy the mountain position, and then they could shoot down from a high place. At that time, not only me, but even the soldiers who followed him would die together.

Stay behind to defend? It doesn't seem to work... The difference in strength is too great. I'm not even familiar with the gun in my hand, but I have to deal with dozens of vicious Japanese devils. They can easily solve me with just one charge...

Seeing the Yue Japanese getting closer, I couldn't help but frown and took a plan. I immediately turned over and hid in the collapsed tunnel and shouted: "Comrades! Yue Japanese are coming up, prepare for battle, and fight when the Japanese get closer!"

At first I was still worried that the Yue Japanese would not fall into the trap because I couldn't understand my words, but when I saw the Yue Japanese below, I knew that my worries were redundant. What I didn't know was that China and Vietnam had a honeymoon period of "comrades and brothers", so many people in Yue Japanese learned Chinese.

I didn't think so much at that time. When I saw this trick worked, I couldn't help but feel happy, so I became more and more proud of my performance. I waved my hands and shouted in a very good manner: "Type 1, you can keep on the left.Type 2 guards here,Type 3 prepares..."

Actually, I didn't know how to command, I was just screaming. I was so nervous that I was worried that the Japanese would rush up as soon as they got angry... Then my life would be reimbursed.

At this time, someone patted my shoulder behind me and scared me. He turned around and almost pushed the bayonet on.

Scar easily blocked my bayonet and asked incredible ways: "What are you doing?"

"Um!" I let out a long sigh: "You are finally here! Isn't this? Are you cheating on the Japanese in Yue!"

"Puchi!", Xiao Shitou, who followed him, couldn't help laughing, and the other soldiers were also ridiculous about the strange thing in front of him.

Scar shook his head and said, "I don't know if it's your kid's life or if the Japanese's life is shorter, they will actually let you cheat!"

The company commander came up and saw that, without saying anything, waved his pistol and shouted: "Try!"

In an instant, the gunshot and explosion sounded in circles. The soldiers pulled the trigger at the Vietnamese devils below from a high point. In an instant, the bullet rushed towards the Vietnamese army like raindrops... Blood splashed, screams came one after another, and occasionally a few grenades were thrown out of the soldiers' hands. Each explosion could bring several Vietnamese soldiers to the ground. What appeared in front of me was a picture of blood and flesh written.

I looked at this scene with a gun and didn't know what to do, because I still couldn't believe that people could be so cruel, or that we could take away lives so easily. We didn't even know the Vietnamese people in front of us...

"Do you really want to shoot?" I asked myself over and over again in my heart: "What if I hit someone?"

Then I quickly became amused by my thoughts. Isn’t it just to hit the enemy? But I was worried about hitting someone.

"Don't worry!" I gritted my teeth and pulled the trigger hard...

With a "bang!", I only felt a slight tremor from my shoulder blades, and my eyes closed with conditioned reflex. So the bullet was fired, but I didn't know where I flew.

"Damn it!" Maybe there was no suspense in this battle, so the scar next to me kept paying attention to me. At this time, he looked at my head fiercely and burst into tears: "Is there anyone who shot like this? He shot with his eyes closed?"

For some reason, the scar reminded me of the old man, just as if the old man was by my side. Although this feeling was just flashing through my head, it made me feel an inexplicable sense of security in my heart. At the same time, it also eliminated the distractions and concerns in my heart.

"This is the battlefield! We are soldiers!" I recalled the old man's words over and over again: "On the battlefield, you either die or I live, and soldiers just want to kill the enemy and save themselves!"

Thinking of this, I aimed my sight at a Yue Japanese devil who was holding a gun back and pulled the buckle machine without hesitation...

With a "bang!", the Yue Japanese swayed his head and fell to the ground.

Because the distance is very close, I can even clearly see the red and white liquid that burst out from the blood hole. However, I didn't spend too much time paying attention to this disgusting scene, and soon pointed the gun at another enemy.

"Bang!" Another gunshot was heard, and a Vietnamese army who was about to throw grenades at our position fell down.

When he fell down, I noticed that the grenade that had already pulled the string was still emitting blue smoke in his hand. His companions hurriedly wanted to grab the grenade and put it aside. However, dead people often clamped their fingers because of their nerves. So I saw the grenade exploded in a radial shape and exploded three nearby Vietnamese soldiers...

When I wanted to aim for the third target, I found that the Yue Japanese had retreated like a tide. Our army was more numerous than the Yue army, and we had a geographical advantage, so this battle was doomed to defeat the Yue army from the beginning.

When dealing with the escaped Vietnamese army, the soldiers' bullets were still unwilling to follow them all the way, but I could no longer be determined to kill the miserable Vietnamese army that was only concerned about escaping.

"Okay!" The soldiers then cheered, and some soldiers even stood up excitedly and raised their fists and shouted slogans. This made me frown: It seems that this army has no combat experience like me.

"It's not bad!" Scar patted my shoulder with some excitement and said, "I also said you can't shoot, this is not... it's a good shot!"

Alas! I admit that I have shot a gun, but that was also a gas gun I played with when I was a child... I remember when I was very young, the old man started to use a gas gun to practice shooting postures and so on. Sometimes in order to punish me for being disobedient, he would hang a few bricks on the barrel for me to hold it... I also like to use a gas gun to hit birds and so on. Who would have thought that this would work!

However... the distance between the enemy and us is only a few dozen meters this time. I think this is also a reason for the accurate fight.
Chapter completed!