Chapter 61

  "Bang!" With a single shot, the first bullet accurately hit and knocked down a North Vietnamese soldier.

  Perhaps it was the Viet Minh soldier's bad luck, just as he kicked down a Liberation Army soldier and prepared to add another knife... my bullet shot into his chest in time.

  What he didn't know was that knocking the PLA soldier down would also mean completely exposing himself to my line of fire. I thought, if he knew there was a sniper aiming in this direction, he definitely wouldn't do this. Because he wanted to show off his skills in close combat...

  "Bang!" Another gunshot rang out.

  However, this shot did not kill the enemy, because the target's upper body was completely blocked by the Liberation Army soldier... Originally, I couldn't find a place to shoot, fortunately, this Liberation Army soldier didn't know whether he was afraid or exhausted... His legs were spread wide apart, so the bullet I fired passed through the gap between his legs and hit the Vietnamese soldier's thigh.

  I was initially disappointed that I couldn't kill the enemy with one blow, but soon found out that wounding him in this hand-to-hand combat was almost as good as killing him, because the Liberation Army soldier facing him quickly gave him a finishing blow.

  "Bang!" Another Viet Minh soldier was hit in the stomach and doubled over in pain.

  This shot is a summary of the experience of the previous shot. I know that as long as I can wound the enemy and make them lose their ability to resist, I will be fine.

  The fact is, in this situation, it's really too difficult to hit the target with one shot, and it's also a waste of time. In other words, if I want to make every shot fatal, I can at least wound more than twice as many enemies in the same amount of time. The reason is that most of the area of the devils is blocked by the soldiers of the Liberation Army. The exposed troops are either here or there, not necessarily all vital parts.

  So it's no doubt that striking is more efficient, after all the warriors in close combat will help me finish off with a knife, won't they?

  "Bang bang bang......" With each shot of the rifle, the enemy fell one after another under my gun.

  At first, when I saw the enemy fall in the sight with blood and pain on their face, my stomach would feel a wave of discomfort, but soon it became numb, and then I only knew to aim at the enemy again and again, pulling the trigger again and again.

  At this moment, aiming at the enemy and killing them has almost become a mechanical action, even I can think of other things in my head...

  For example, this North Vietnamese soldier seemed to have discovered that there was a sniper, so he hugged the Liberation Army soldier and rolled on the ground. However, what he didn't think of was that the Liberation Army soldier had no strength left to let him ride easily on his body, and instead made it easier for me to shoot him with one shot.

  For example, how can this Vietcong be so stupid, and actually lie down on the ground because he's afraid of snipers... This might be a habitual movement for him, but he didn't think about the consequences of lying down in close combat, which is that soon several bayonets will turn him into a porcupine.

  For example... Li Zuolong is not lazy at all, his marksmanship is unmatched, so he has been performing mediocrely for some time. But now in close combat, it's like a fish in water, the 56 semi-automatic rifle with bayonet in his hands is like a short gun... horizontal thrust, vertical stab, slant slash... it's like a performance, rolling and stabbing suddenly, even the well-trained Vietnamese army can't be his opponent.

  My mind is filled with all sorts of messy thoughts, but my eyes and hands never stop searching for targets, pulling the trigger, then searching for targets again, and pulling the trigger again...

  The Viet Minh's offensive was clearly affected by this sniper rifle, the first to disappear was the killing intent on their faces, replaced by fear in their eyes... In fact, it can't be said that they are timid, especially now, if there is still a sniper rifle aimed at them when they enter close combat, even if the Viet Minh has good military quality, it's hard to avoid looking back, just like before, hiding from my gun but not from the soldiers' knives, hiding from the knife and worrying about who will be the next to die from bullets...

  Isn't there a saying? "New soldiers fear cannons, old soldiers fear guns", the thing that old soldiers fear is precisely this kind of gun that hits one shot at a time.

  On the other hand, our soldiers' morale was greatly boosted by the cover of this sniper rifle and they fought more bravely. As a result, the defensive line that was almost breached earlier has now advanced several meters in the direction of the Vietnamese army.

  Of course, this short distance of several meters was all blood and corpses, including those of our army and the Vietnamese army.

  At last, when I was about to run out of my last clip, the Vietnamese army retreated like a tide. The soldiers chased and killed the Vietnamese army for a while before returning to the trenches under the command of the company commander.

  Luodianchang's order is obviously correct, in this case if our army goes to chase the Vietnamese army, it will undoubtedly be a dead end. Moreover, our current task is to defend this high ground, with geographical advantages, and still go after the enemy, only those who have brain damage would do that.

  Unlike the previous times when they repelled the enemy's charge, the warriors did not cheer... I think there are two reasons. One is that this battle was too perilous, and the warriors can be said to have walked through the gates of hell. The other is that this hand-to-hand combat was too exhausting, and the warriors were so tired when they returned to the trenches that they didn't even have the energy to cheer...

  I looked at Wang Kechang beside me, but he was staring blankly at me. After a long time, he finally said: "Paichang, your marksmanship is really amazing... I, I... I didn't even fire this shot, and you've already taken down dozens of them!"

  Now that Wang Kechang has said it... I just realized that it's really true, earlier I had already used up the last magazine, which means a total of thirty or so shots were fired, subtracting the ten or so missed shots, at least twenty or so were hit.

  But looking at the several empty magazines beside him, he couldn't help but give Wang Kechang a fierce slap: "You damn it! Commander Long let you come to be my assistant, what have you done? If you can't do anything else, help me load the magazines..."

  "That... queue is long..." Wang Kechang rubbed his sore head, saying somewhat resentfully: "I want to too, but... this cartridge case wants machine gun bullets, I think even if I wanted to install it, there's no way..."

  "What's in my backpack?!" I replied irritably: "Aren't you a thief? The bullets in my backpack will be enough to deal with you?"

  To be honest, what I fear most is having a gun with no bullets, so early on, I prepared dozens of bullets in my backpack. Although it's quite heavy, this weight seems to increase my confidence and courage.

  The thief innocently rubbed his head: "I'm not... worried about affecting your fight against the enemy?"

  The thief actually made sense, when I'm aiming I need to be focused, but I wouldn't bother with the thief's excuses, so I glared at him fiercely and said: Next time be smarter! Then I picked up a few empty cartridge cases from the ground and walked away.

  "Get out!"

  "Second row, stand up!"

  ……

  As I walked back to the trenches, all the soldiers along the way were calling out to me affectionately, whether they were from my squad or other squads, and every eye was filled with admiration.

  "Good fight!" Luo Lianzhang saw me walking up, he seemed to be exhausted and couldn't even stand up, so he nodded at me from a distance and said: "This time if it wasn't for you, we might not have been able to hold on!"

  "Yes!" A soldier beside him chimed in, "Thanks to Second Squad Leader... I was fighting with a devilish Japanese soldier, his knife was swift and accurate. If it weren't for Second Squad Leader's one shot, I'm afraid I would have died at the hands of the devils."

  "I do too!" Xiaoshi said with a hint of guilt: "The Japanese devils are really strong, just one shot and I was knocked to the ground... if it wasn't for the squad leader shooting him down, I would have had another hole in my body!"

  "Little stone head..." The scar-faced man looked up and down at the thin, wiry little stone head and joked: "Someone like you... even a ghost could pick out two of you, so don't come back next time, okay?"

  The warriors, although exhausted, still managed to laugh at the scar's words.

  Lian Chang waved at us and shouted: "Let's have a meeting..."

  I know Lian Zhang is summoning the platoon leaders for a meeting. It seems he's really exhausted, even omitting the two words "platoon leader" when speaking.

  I, Daobi and Liang Lianbing with a bandage on his head, found a place to sit down next to the company commander. The company commander took a sip of water and finally caught his breath, saying: "These devils are coming wave after wave without stopping... It's clear that they're using a tactic of exhaustion, one is to prevent us from replenishing our physical strength, on the other hand, they want to prevent us from getting ammunition supplies... I've already asked the higher-ups to send us ammunition, but because the road is difficult to walk, the ammunition won't arrive until nightfall. So now each unit needs to pay attention to rest and conserve ammunition..."

  "After dark..."

  I don't have a clear idea of how much ammunition we have left, so I don't feel anything in particular. However, from the scars on his face and the worried look in Liang Lian's eyes, it can be seen that this ammunition will definitely not last long.

  "Damn it!" Lian Zhang cursed, "This battle is really strange, how do the devils have a way to launch wave after wave of charges in such short intervals..."

  I understand what Lian Zhang means. Although this high ground is not very high, it's 239 meters, which is why we call it the 239 High Ground. If those devils want to use a tactic of exhaustion, they should retreat in waves and then regroup before charging again... But climbing up this high ground will take at least ten or more minutes, and then regrouping and preparing... That's at least half an hour.

  However, the Japanese troops could launch another charge in just over ten minutes or even less.

  Unless... when one team of Viet Minh was fighting with us, another team of Viet Minh had already gone up the mountain and secretly assembled.

  Yes, it's a gathering place!

  I couldn't help but jump up at this thought: "Lian Zhang, I know where the Japanese devils are gathering!"