There was a cloud of smoke in front of Chen Chong's platoon's position, and there was also a cloud of smoke on Chen Chong's platoon's position; grenade explosions sent sand and dust flying all over the sky, making it impossible to see the situation in the thick smoke, and the rumbling sound made it impossible to hear other sounds.
Qin You, who was knocked over in the foxhole by the gust of air, grabbed the rifle again, struggled to get up, put the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, facing the smoke and pulled the trigger, but no bullet came out of the gun; it was stuck.
With a loud noise, Chen Chong next to him just dropped his rifle and pulled out his Mauser pistol to shoot forward. So Qin You dropped his jammed rifle and picked up Chen Chong's rifle, shouldered the butt of the rifle towards the smoke ahead and pulled the trigger, but no bullet came out of the gun. He hurriedly pulled the bolt, and found that the magazine had just been emptied by Chen Chong.
It was the first time that he was in a real battle, but nothing could be done. Qin You looked angrily at Chen Chong's rifle with a bayonet, feeling extremely depressed. If you could just throw it away when the rifle was empty, why did you put a bayonet on it? Are you trying to show off how much better you are than Tian Sanqi
While he was complaining, a puppet soldier rushed out of the smoke. Chen Chong turned his gun and fired. There was another empty chamber sound. The Mauser pistol was empty at this moment. Chen Chong was so anxious that he lowered his head to grab the rifle, only to find that the rifle was no longer at his feet. When he looked up again, the puppet soldier had already rushed into the pit. Chen Chong turned over quickly, and the bayonet that rushed in stabbed into the ground against his ribs. Then the puppet soldier collided with him violently, and the fight immediately turned into entanglement, tearing, and rolling.
"Stab him! Stab him!" This is Chen Chong shouting in a hoarse voice.
Qin You, holding a bayonet, became even more panicked. Facing Chen Chong who was tumbling with the puppet soldiers, he had no way to attack her. If he stabbed her with the bayonet, she might end up being strung together like a candied haws. He also didn't realize that another puppet soldier had just rushed out of the smoke, holding a bayonet and heading straight towards him.
Boom, boom... There was a burst of machine gun fire, and then a puppet soldier fell heavily into the foxhole with his remaining momentum, knocking Qin You to the ground. Qin You was so frightened that he quickly turned over, and his two rough big hands immediately grabbed the neck of the puppet soldier next to him tightly, without realizing that the bullet holes on the puppet soldier's body were bleeding and had already scratched him all over.
From this moment on, instructor Lao Qin could no longer hear any sound, no matter Chen Chong's hysteria or Wang Xiaosan's rampant shooting. His pair of rough hands were bursting with infinite power. He pinched the puppet soldier's neck and would not let go. With a ferocious look on his face, he pinched tighter and tighter. The puppet soldier didn't even realize that he had died before rushing into the pit. He was still waiting for the puppet soldier to close his eyes, but his pupils had already withered and diffused. How could he close his eyes
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The second platoon left the position and went around the north, and was temporarily supplemented by Luo Fugui's machine gun group by Hu Yi. After the puppet army on the west launched a charge, they appeared horizontally and cut them in half!
The puppet soldiers in the front had no time to care and were completely unaware of the situation; the puppet soldiers in the back were confused and didn't know whether to continue charging forward or stop to block; the puppet company commander watched blankly, although there were only more than twenty Eighth Route Army soldiers appearing horizontally, but this attack... was doomed!
Sure enough, the two machine guns fired horizontally, and the attacking team, who were caught off guard, cried out in horror. There is a word called "momentum", which cannot be easily changed by orders. The puppet troops who attacked had no chance to turn back. The puppet troops in the middle who were suffering from the horizontal attack were out of control and in chaos; the puppet troops in the back... It is conceivable that how many of them who were mixed in at the back were decent people? They had already started to run in a different direction, including the puppet company commander!
What was even more incredible was that more than twenty Eighth Route Army soldiers actually charged! Under the cover of machine guns, they opened the way with a burst of grenades and charged directly! The smoke on the west side of the position expanded again, and it was even more spectacular no matter from which angle you looked at it!
It is not easy to seize the opportunity, but opportunities can be created. The main attack direction with superior forces was dragged into an assist direction, and the assist direction with weak forces was indulged into the main attack. Then one platoon blocked the flank counterattack of the other platoon. In fact, Hu Yi was still doing the technical operation he was best at, defending against traps!
What is Hu Yi capable of? At least the pseudo-battalion commander now understands, but unfortunately he doesn't know who Hu Yi is. In the past, I heard colleagues bragging that the security forces are also divided into different levels, saying that they are conscripted people who chase guerrillas in the rear all day long and are not up to the standard, and that the Meixian security forces are the model for saving the country; I didn't believe it at first, but now that we have entered Meixian and encountered the real Eighth Route Army, I was dumbfounded after losing many soldiers and generals. They are not at the same level at all, no matter the opponent or the tactics!
"Captain? Captain? Say something?"
"Hmm? What?"
"Should we... withdraw and rest for a while?"
"The equipment of the Eighth Route Army is not bad at all? Is the firepower as simple as three rows of guns? Who the hell spread this rumor?"
"Captain, don't be so angry with me. Lower your head! Lower your head!"
Suddenly, there was a series of sound of bullets scraping the grass, which frightened the pseudo-battalion commander and his subordinates behind the grass. After a long time, they loosened their hands covering their heads and looked forward. The subordinates couldn't help but say, "Oh, poor lady... Another one is gone. Battalion commander, now I realize that our big hat is much safer than a helmet!"
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The enemy in the south retreated, and after withdrawing four hundred meters, no one dared to stand up. The 9th Company repelled the enemy's fourth attack.
Although the first platoon had been keeping the enemy at medium and long range, unfortunately the enemy had too many guns and stray bullets were not very effective, so three of them were still killed. Hu Yi was also injured, with two bullet scratches, and blood kept oozing out. He hastily wrapped the wounds with gauze, grabbed the machine gunner's Zhongzheng rifle, rushed out of the machine gun position and ran towards Chen Chong's platoon.
On the western position, there was obviously less green, with new soil splashed everywhere, and in some places there was still residual smoke, curling up under the scorching sun.
After passing three rows of positions, Hu Yi jumped into Luo Fugui's pit first, took Luo Fugui's water bottle and drank it. When the bear saw the company commander coming to his side, he continued to chatter to Xiao Hongying who was sitting here checking the guns: "The first credit must be mine! If I hadn't been there in the battle in the west, Tian Sanqi would have had to lie down!"
"Bah!" Xiao Hongying pressed a row of bullets into the Type 44 carbine in her arms, not even bothering to raise her eyelids towards the bear.
"Okay. If we talk about the most powerful one... it has to be Lao Qin!"
"Old Qin?"
Not only did Xiao Hongying stop, but even Hu Yi turned his head to look at the bear.
Finally, there was an audience, Xiong immediately became excited: "Lao Qin is so awesome! He didn't even let go of the dead! After the battle, he was still holding the dead man's neck and wouldn't let go! I couldn't pull him away! This guy is so creepy! He's worthy of being an instructor, he's really competitive! That poor Chen Chong almost died, but he didn't care at all."
After a moment's pause, Xiao Hongying noticed Hu Yi's bloody bandage and asked, "Are you injured?"
Hu Yi screwed the lid on the kettle and left it in Luo Fugui's arms: "No." Then he picked up the rifle and rushed out, continuing to head west.
He Gensheng had already been at Chen Chong's platoon's position, his hands and sleeves covered in blood. He subconsciously wiped the sweat off his face when he let go of the wounded, and his forehead was also stained with blood. When Hu Yi passed by, he directly asked him about the battle damage, and the result was not optimistic. Chen Chong was seriously injured and more than ten people were killed.
After taking a quick look at the wounded and corpses gathered near the bunker, Hu Yi continued to move forward, crouching and rushing into the pit. Finally, he saw Lao Qin sitting in a daze in the foxhole, looking miserable and covered in dust and half blood.
He walked a few steps into the pit, sat next to Qin You, put his rifle on his shoulder and looked at the sky: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the third row?"
"I didn't know he was dead. I was still waiting for him to die."
"You're right."
"I thought I was dead, too."
“That feels right.”
"I had a family... I want to be buried with her and her mother."
"You're better than me. At least you can't be a wild ghost."
"Is there such a comparison?"
Hu Yi couldn't help but laugh, and retracted his gaze to look at Qin You: "Comrade instructor, I want to ask, if Ma Liang and Tian Sanqi can join the party, why can't I? I am the company commander!"
"You... Just because I'm the instructor! Just because I don't like you! What's the matter?" Qin You finally began to subconsciously reach into his pocket for a cigarette.
In the azure sky, the sun was slanting a lot, but still dazzling; in the green distance, the enemy was reflecting on their failure and redeploying, preparing to start a new round of attack...