Chapter 55

  The enemy was clearly prepared, so as soon as the fight started, it was swift and fierce. The grass that had looked calm just now was already in disarray, with the dark shadows of the enemy everywhere, and the flashes of fire from various weapons. Light machine guns and heavy machine guns fired in bursts, piling bullets onto our army's position, causing the mud in front of our trenches to erupt in rows, like a boiling pot of porridge...

  Moreover, the enemy seemed to have also targeted my position, with several machine guns and submachine guns simultaneously sweeping towards me. I hastily withdrew my head into the trench, and a row of bullets whizzed past just above my head.

  It's clear that these Vietnamese devils are avenging the arrow from earlier and hate me to the bone, making me their number one target...

  Then I saw Lianzhang staring blankly at me, squatting in front of me, even forgetting to command the battle.

  He loaded a new magazine into his submachine gun while cursing loudly, "Damn it, there really are devils hiding over there! They almost fooled us..."

  "Charge!" The enemy troops shouted loudly and launched an attack on our army's position under the cover of their light and heavy machine guns.

  The warriors didn't dare to slack off, and they grabbed all kinds of weapons and fiercely attacked the enemy's direction. Hand grenades were thrown out in rows, and the trenches outside were booming with a loud noise, and the mud and stones came back to us like waves.

  I just wanted to pop out and fire a few shots, but another burst of bullets came flying in and pinned me back down. So I quickly realized that the enemy machine gun had zeroed in on my position. At the same time, I couldn't help but curse silently: "Damn it! How could I have forgotten again that snipers are supposed to fire one shot and change positions? Looks like I still have a ways to go before becoming a real sniper!"

  Wanted to return, but the movement under his feet didn't dare to slow down. He carried a rifle and jogged along the trench for a while, changing positions before slowly putting the rifle on the trench...

  There are many enemies in the thicket, and they seem to be different from the enemy troops we encountered before. The coordination between mortars, light and heavy machine guns, and charging infantry is very good, and the cooperation between infantry and infantry is also very tacit. At a glance, all units seem to be coordinating with each other like the hands and feet of one person.

  Take another look at the infantry charge... each and every one of them uses various coverings in the surrounding environment to advance in a jumping manner, while advancing they also hold their AK47s in their hands and fire at our position, just looking at that momentum gave me an unprecedented sense of pressure.

  I furrowed my brow, knowing that this time I had run into a tough nut. Just now, Knife Scar said that our army's main force was holding the high ground, but looking at it now, these devils didn't care about that so-called high ground at all!

  Although I knew that the superior had misjudged the enemy's strategic intentions, I also knew that this was not the time to complain. Because whether complaining or not, the enemy is in front of me, either I kill him or he kills me! I don't want to die, so I can only kill the enemy...

  "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and an enemy soldier who had just crawled out of a shell hole was shot down to the ground by me.

  It must be said that this enemy was very clever and would never move in the same direction twice in a row, always advancing in a zigzag pattern between shell holes and rocks. Several times I tried to "catch" him but failed because I couldn't grasp his trajectory.

  This also made him close to our military line of about forty meters, so I knew I couldn't lose my hand again. The reason is simple, he just needs to move forward a little bit and reach the distance where he can throw hand grenades. Once a hand grenade is thrown into our military trench, it will kill or injure our soldiers or even blast a hole...

  So I concentrated all my energy on the foxhole where he was hiding, and finally shot him to death when he jumped out.

  "Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and an enemy officer trembled all over, clutching his chest before slowly kneeling down, then fell to the ground lifelessly.

  He disguised himself very well, and there was no difference from other ordinary enemy soldiers. The military uniform was the same as the military uniform, the military cap was also the same as the military cap, and even the AK-47 in his hand was the same as that of an ordinary soldier.

  I knew he was an officer because there was always a communications soldier carrying a walkie-talkie behind him. Moreover, in front of him, there were always two guards who intentionally or unintentionally used their bodies to block bullets for him, which made me even more convinced that he was an officer.

  Then... as I waited for one of the guards to get used to my kneeling position, one of my bullets easily passed over the guard's head and into the officer's chest.

  Finding the officer fallen, two guards quickly turned back to check his injury, which further proved that I didn't hit the wrong person.

  The third shot... took down the still-standing communications officer.

  Enemies threatening the defense line, officers, communication personnel... I suddenly have a feeling that the entire battlefield is under my control, as if I can determine the outcome of this war...

  After finishing a magazine, I picked up my rifle and ran along the trench for a distance while replacing it with a new one. By the time I set up my rifle again on the trench, the enemy had approached our defensive line to within fifty meters. With a loud shout from the enemy, they launched their final charge at our position.

  The pressure suddenly increased, and at this time I was no longer in a hurry to choose what "special" target, anyway, as long as I saw someone in front of me, I would pull the trigger, one after another, the enemy became my gun's dead soul, but ten rounds were quickly finished. It wasn't until then that I realized that sometimes on the battlefield, an inaccurate submachine gun is often more useful than a sniper rifle, just like now...

  I casually pulled out a hand grenade and threw it, taking advantage of the moment to quickly pull my head back and change the magazine for my rifle. Just as I was about to stick my head out to shoot, I looked up and saw an enemy soldier holding an AK-47 standing in the trench shouting "Surrender or be killed!"

  Damn it! This guy is actually speaking Chinese!

  But that's not strange at all, didn't we all learn "Noh" and "Kung Fu"? If both sides of the war had learned each other's language beforehand, then they wouldn't have to go through so much trouble using someone else's words. From this perspective, war can sometimes promote linguistic exchange between the two sides.

  At that moment, I didn't hesitate for a second! With one swift motion, I grabbed the enemy's foot and pulled him down from the trench.

  "This move was taught to me by the old man, and he once told me that 'if an enemy is pointing a gun at you from a trench, don't worry or get nervous... just grab his leg and pull him down! What? Are you worried about getting shot? When someone falls down, which direction will their hands stretch?"

  I dug in the sandbox for a while before excitedly answering: "Up!"

  "That's right!" The old man chuckled and said: "This is called conditioned reflex, understand?"

  "Got it! Got it!" I nodded hastily.

  It wasn't until then that I truly understood, right? When I pulled that enemy soldier down, his hands would naturally lift up to maintain balance, and the bullets "whooshed" into the sky without hitting me. After he fell down, he still wanted to struggle, so I knocked him out with a single buttstock strike.

  I had originally intended to give him another shot, but time was too pressing, and several of the enemy's dark shadows had already appeared in front of the trench, so I could only raise my gun and keep firing at those shadows...

  "Bang bang bang......" The dark shadows fell one after another in front of me, but the enemy troops still came towards us like waves.

  The bullets were soon used up, but I didn't dare to retreat into the trenches to change bullets at the same time. In a hurry, I drew out the pistol from my waist and fired randomly. The pistol bullets were also used up, so I used hand grenades to blast...

  Finally, the enemy's offensive slowed down, and then retreated like a tide into the grass. The battlefield returned to its original quietness, with only the corpses in front of the trenches and the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air proving the reality of the battle that had just taken place.

  "533, 533! I am 335, I am 335..." I heard the company commander shouting into the radio transmitter calling out the battalion's code name, and then reported in a hoarse voice: "We have been ambushed by the enemy, we have been ambushed by the enemy... The enemy's firepower is fierce, their combat strength is strong..."

  "What? Is it the enemy's 316th Division?"

  "316a Master?" Dao Ba heard this number and couldn't help but take a cold breath.

  I had heard of this teacher from the old man, but I didn't know where he came from, so I went up and asked: "What is 316 teacher? Is it very powerful?"

  In fact, there is no need to ask, from the surprise attack they launched earlier, it can be seen that this 316th Division is definitely not an ordinary unit!

  "Hmm!" Scar nodded and said seriously: "This 316th Division is the trump card of the devils, it's also their model division!"

  "What's a model teacher?" Xiaoshi asked in confusion, walking up to him. The other warriors also focused their attention on Dao Hen after hearing his words.

  "Like this, the model teacher..." The scar on his brow furrowed, unsure whether to say it was good or not. After hesitating for a moment, he continued: "In this way, the model teacher is the example of the enemy, all other troops in the enemy army take this unit as their goal and comparison. It was originally the 316th Division, later some backbone personnel were drawn out to form the 316b Division, and the original old division became the 316a Division!"

  A loud shout, the scar's words caused a considerable stir among the warriors, and I also felt a bit numb in my heart. Although I had mentally prepared for this beforehand, I didn't expect the other side to be such an elite troop...

  Looking into the warriors' eyes filled with fear, I finally understood why Knife Scar was hesitant to speak earlier.

  On this battlefield, some things are better left unsaid!