Chapter 4

  "Boom... Boom..." One by one, shells exploded on Hill 7.

  Although I successfully stopped our army's last charge, it doesn't mean that this battle is not worth fighting.

  As the superior said, the road still needs to be walked and the heights still need to be taken. Moreover, due to the previous mistake, a lot of time was wasted, so our task completion time is even tighter now.

  When I heard this, I couldn't help but mutter a "damn" in my heart. Why should we bear the losses for the mistakes made by our superiors? But I also knew that complaining was useless. No matter what, we had to take down the number seven high ground before nightfall. The reason is simple... our army is not familiar with the terrain and cannot fight a night battle on the enemy's home turf. Moreover, if we can't take it down tonight, the enemy will be even harder to defeat after a night of preparation tomorrow.

  So I had no choice but to reluctantly follow the soldiers back into the trenches to wait for artillery preparation.

  I have to admit that I had no idea what an artillery preparation was like, and I thought it would be just a bit more spectacular than the movies, with bigger scenes and louder sounds. But when the first shells exploded on Hill 7, I was stunned...

  The fierce bombardment seemed to be about to blow the entire No. 7 high ground into the sky, and the land was continuously and dully bombarded, with every explosion of shells throwing large clumps of mud and grass into the air. As the shelling continued, the sky was filled with the rumble of falling shells, the whistling sound of shrapnel flying everywhere, and the sickening screech of shells flying through the air. In just a moment, the entire sky was obscured by thick smoke and dust.

  I couldn't help but shout along 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 shallow my previous self was. My previous self yearned for money, yearned for women, yearned for all kinds of pleasures, but now I feel that none of these things are important, what's important is only one's own life, what's important is only being able to live.

  I saw several warriors around me staring at me with strange eyes, I knew what they were thinking, they thought that being frightened by the cannon fire was something only cowards would do, and this was a cannon shot on the enemy's position... but I didn't care, because only in this way could I ensure that I wouldn't be scared to death, only in this way could I control myself not to run away

  。

  It was also unknown how long it took for the artillery fire to gradually cease, followed by an ominous silence and several faint cries on Hill 7.

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

  "Charge!"

  ……

  The warriors shouted and raised the rifles in their hands, rushing towards the No. 7 highland. I was stunned for a moment, then nervously held up my rifle and followed the warriors running forward.

  At this time, an old man's words suddenly appeared in my mind: "Many people think that... the slower they charge, the safer they are. In fact, if you really don't want to die, then charge as fast as you can."

  "Oh, why?" wasn't what I wanted to ask, but had to ask, otherwise the old man would have used his incredible hearing skills again.

  "Why?" At this time, the old man always replied with a smile: "When we were firing cannons, all the devils hid in the reverse slope trenches to avoid the cannons! Do you know what a reverse slope is?"

  The old man arched his hands to form a mountain shape, then pointed to the back of the mountain and said: "This is the reverse slope. The shells can't hit it. This trick was used by the volunteer army during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea to deal with the American devils' cannons, and later the Vietnamese devils learned from us to use it against us. So at this time, it's a matter of grabbing time. When firing cannons on high ground, there isn't even one Vietnamese devil, the faster you rush up, the safer you are. If you're slow, the Vietnamese devils' troops will emerge from the trenches and deploy on the mountain top, then not one can escape..."

  Thinking of this, my heart was shocked, and I looked around to see that the mountain top was still shrouded in mist... Indeed, there wasn't a single person. So, with a surge of courage, I grasped my gun and took big strides towards the summit.

  I may have a small courage, but the speed of running is really not covered. I still have to thank the old man, and I don't know if the old man was blind and couldn't go to the battlefield or didn't pass the official addiction. Since I understood things, he has been training me as his soldier, starting with 1,000 meters, slightly larger than 2,500, and running 5 kilometers with a load every morning in junior high school!

  My childhood was spent under the oppression of old men like him, which is also one of the reasons I hate them so much.

  Enough said, at that time I steeled myself and ran forward, soon leaving the other warriors behind.

  I think this is also one of the reasons why the warriors couldn't figure out the situation on the mountain and didn't dare to charge forward.

  No. 7 High Ground is not high, it should be said that it is just a small hill, under my frantic retreat, in just two or three minutes, I rushed to the top of the mountain. Looking around, there was indeed no devils anywhere, and in front of me was a trench that had been blown to pieces by shells.

  I didn't dare to stay for a moment, and crossed the trench to lie on the ground and take a look down: Oh my god! Below was a dense mass of heads, dozens of Vietnamese devils rushing up to the top of the mountain. The closest distance from me was only ten or twenty meters.

  It wasn't until then that I realized I had made a mistake, I knew I had to rush for time, but my comrades didn't know, now there's only me left alone facing so many Vietnamese people, isn't that looking for death?

  It's strange to say, but at this moment I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.

  It later occurred to me that this might be the instinct of human survival. People often calm down when they are on the verge of death or extremely frightened. At that time, I may have been like that, with dozens of enemies in front of me, but suddenly calmed down and made a rational analysis of my situation in the shortest possible time.

  Should I run away? No, if I do, the devils will take advantage of it and occupy the mountain stronghold, then set up their guns to shoot down at us from a commanding height. At that time, not only me but also the soldiers who followed me up will be killed together.

  Stay and defend? Doesn't seem to be an option either... The difference in strength is too great, I'm not even familiar with the gun in my hand yet I have to deal with dozens of fierce and evil Vietnamese ghosts, they can easily take me down with just one charge...

  As the devils drew closer, I furrowed my brow and came up with a plan. I immediately flipped over and hid in the half-collapsed pit, shouting loudly: "Comrades! The devils are approaching, get ready to fight, wait until they're close before striking!"

  At first, I was worried that the Vietnamese devils wouldn't understand me and wouldn't fall for my trick, but when I saw them tumbling down in a heap, I knew my worries were unnecessary. What I didn't know was that China and Vietnam had once been through a "comrades plus brothers" honeymoon period, so many of the Vietnamese devils had learned Chinese.

  At that time, I didn't think so much, and when I saw this move was useful, I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart. So I performed even more proudly, waving my hand and shouting loudly: "First squad, you guard the left side! Second squad, guard here! Third squad, get ready..."

  I actually had no idea how to command, I just shouted nonsense. My heart was tense, worried that the devils would suddenly charge up... then my life would be over.

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  At this time someone patted my shoulder from behind and scared me, a backhand almost topped the bayonet.

  The scar lightly parried my thrust and asked in a somewhat unbelievable tone: "What are you doing?"

  "Ah!" I let out a long sigh: "You've finally arrived! What's the big idea? Trying to cheat the devils?"

  "Pfft!" A burst of laughter erupted from the small stone that had just arrived, and the other warriors also found themselves torn between tears and laughter at the absurdity before them.

  "Who knows if it's your good luck or the short lives of those Vietnamese devils that they actually let you deceive them!"

  Lian Zhang came up and took a look, didn't say much, swung his pistol and shouted: "Fire!"

  Suddenly the sound of gunfire and explosions filled the air, and the soldiers, who were in a superior position, fired their triggers at the Vietnamese below. Suddenly, bullets rained down on the Vietnamese army like raindrops... Blood splattered everywhere, cries of agony echoed one after another, and occasionally, several hand grenades flew out from the soldiers' hands, each explosion sending several Vietnamese soldiers tumbling to the ground. What appeared before my eyes was a canvas written in blood and flesh.

  I stood there, gun in hand, staring blankly at the scene, unsure of what to do next. I still couldn't believe that humans could be so cruel, and that we could take lives so easily, without even knowing the people in front of us...

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

  Then I quickly laughed at my own idea again. Isn't shooting just to hit the enemy? But I was worried about hitting people.

  "Whatever!" I gritted my teeth and pulled the trigger...

  "Bang!" I only felt a slight tremor on my shoulder blade, and my eyes reflexively closed. The bullet was fired, but I had no idea where it flew to.

  "Son of a bitch!" Perhaps because this battle was not suspenseful, the scar-faced man beside me had been paying attention to me. He suddenly gave me a severe slap on the head: "Do you shoot like that? With your eyes closed?"

  For some reason, this scar on the knife reminded me of the old man, as if he was standing beside me.

  Although this feeling only flashed through my mind, it gave me a strange sense of security. At the same time, it also swept away the distractions and worries in my heart.

  "This is the battlefield! We are soldiers!" I kept recalling the old man's words: "On the battlefield, it's either you die or I live, a soldier must kill the enemy to save himself!"

  I aimed at a Vietnamese enemy who was raising his gun to counterattack, and without hesitation, I pulled the trigger...

  Bang! The Vietnamese ghost's head tilted and fell to the ground.

  Because it was so close, I could even clearly see the red and white ** spurting out of that blood hole. However, I didn't spend too much time paying attention to this nauseating scene, and soon aimed my gun at another enemy again.

  "Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and a North Vietnamese soldier who was about to throw a hand grenade at our position fell to the ground.

  As he fell, I noticed that the grenade with its pin already pulled was still smoking in his hand. His companion rushed to take it away and throw it, but dead men often clench their fists due to nerve tension, so I saw the grenade explode radially and blow up three nearby North Vietnamese soldiers...

  When I wanted to aim at the third target, I found that the Vietnamese devils had retreated like a tide. Our army outnumbered the Vietnamese army and also occupied the geographical advantage, so this battle was doomed to be a defeat for the Vietnamese army from the very beginning.

  To deal with those fleeing Vietnamese soldiers, the bullets of our warriors still reluctantly followed them all the way, but I couldn't bear to kill those wretched Vietnamese who only knew how to escape.

  "Good!" The warriors responded with a burst of cheers, and some even stood up excitedly, raising their fists and shouting slogans. This couldn't help but make me frown: it seemed that this unit had as little combat experience as I did.

  "Not bad!" Knife Scar said excitedly, patting my shoulder: "You said you couldn't shoot a gun, but... this is quite good!"

  Sigh! I admit that I have fired a gun, but it was just an airgun when I was a kid... I remember when I was very young, my old man started teaching me shooting postures with the airgun, and sometimes as punishment for not listening to him, he would hang a few bricks on the barrel for me to hold... I also loved using the airgun to shoot at small birds and whatnot, who would have thought that it would actually work?!

  But... this time the distance between us and the enemy was at most only a few dozen meters, I think that's also one of the reasons why we were able to hit accurately.