Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 11 Who is daddy
Without telling anyone, I tiptoed around the troops and ran to the side. The bright moonlight illuminated my way forward, but it also exposed my whereabouts, forcing me to crouch down and move forward carefully using the terrain and craters.
Fortunately, all the enemy's attention was focused on the volunteers around them, and they did not notice me sneaking towards them. This allowed me to easily reach a place about 700 meters away from the tank group. The air was filled with disgusting smells of blood and gunpowder.
I secretly poked my head out of the crater and looked out. Only then did I feel the pain of the attacking soldiers. The American soldiers were hiding behind the tanks. In this night with low visibility, the volunteers could not effectively shoot at the enemy, and the grenades thrown in would be knocked out by them.
The volunteers were exposed one by one on the snow, and it was much easier for the US military to shoot them. No wonder they didn't even fire machine guns now, but used rifles to shoot at those volunteers who dared to stand up and throw bombs.
However, the volunteer soldiers who had no heavy weapons were helpless, but they were not afraid. They stood up in groups of three or five and threw bombs. But every time, without exception, several soldiers would fall to the enemy's gunfire.
"What should I do?" At this time I couldn't help but frowned. Now I was facing the same situation as my comrades. I couldn't see the enemy hiding behind the tank at all. Even if my marksmanship was good, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't use a rifle to shoot at the tank!
I couldn't help but regret sneaking up here alone. Why was I so foolish? Was I so mad at those Americans? Why did I come up here alone? I can't do anything here. I will be looked down upon when I go back.
Hey! No! No one seemed to know when I came up just now, otherwise... let's go back the same way! Thinking of this, I turned around and was about to leave, but at this time the enemy's gunfire rang out again, and five more volunteer soldiers fell down screaming.
"Son of a bitch!" The American soldier laughed smugly, "Come to daddy!"
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"Fuck it!" I gritted my teeth and set up my gun on the crater: "This is intolerable. If I don't teach these sons of bitches a lesson, they still don't know who the father is!"
I held my gun and waited quietly, quietly waiting, aiming not at the tanks, nor at the enemy, but at the sky lit up by the moonlight, and at the top of the tank group...
The sounds of gunfire and explosions around me gradually faded away. In my eyes, there was only the depth of the sky; in my ears, there was only the surge of the air; in my heart, there was only the purity of the moonlight.
War, killing, death, blood... all seemed to be far away from me at this moment. The rifle in my hand seemed to have become a part of my body, or rather, I had become a part of the rifle...
Suddenly a few black dots flew into my crosshairs and I pulled the trigger several times without hesitation.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The bullets seemed to have eyes and hit the black dots accurately. Then they changed their flight direction in the air and fell into the enemy's tank circle from another angle and at a faster speed. Then... a series of explosions sounded in the tank circle, making the American soldiers scream in pain.
"Help, my legs! Oh my God..."
"Doctor! Doctor..."
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Waves of noise and cries for help came from the tank circle, and the balance of victory soon tilted towards the Volunteer Army. I watched all this coldly, still holding the gun in my hand silently, staring at my crosshairs.
American devils, you know who is the father now! I felt relieved. You are good at playing baseball, and you are also accurate and powerful. But have you ever played baseball that changes direction and speed in mid-air? If not, then call daddy and come out and surrender!
"Bang, bang!" Two more shots, and two grenades in the air were hit by me. I only fired two shots because there were only two bullets in my magazine.
As I put on a new magazine, I was thinking about the explosions in the tank circle just now. I fired two grenades in, but four of them exploded inside. This showed that the enemy had lost their composure and could no longer cheer and play "baseball" like just now.
"Bang bang..." After a few more shots, four more grenades changed direction and flew into the tank circle. In fact, there was no need for me to do this at this time, because the American soldiers inside had already been in chaos and lost their ability to resist. Even if I didn't hit those grenades to make them change direction, the US soldiers would have no way to shoot them out.
But I was the one who was itching to do it. My mind kept flashing back to the comrades who had just died in their hands, their arrogance, and the mocking laughter of the U.S. military. All of this gave me a sense of pleasure in demonstrating against and taking revenge on them!
"Kill!" After throwing another row of grenades, the volunteer soldiers shouted and simultaneously climbed up from the snow and rushed towards the enemy tank group.
This time, there were only a few sporadic gunshots , and they quickly gave up resistance. The Volunteer Army soon followed and attacked, and in an instant, the Volunteer Army soldiers were everywhere in front and behind them.
Finally I managed to get through this tough situation. I slowly stood up and ran forward with the volunteer soldiers...
The battle was over before I could run to the tank. Teams of American soldiers were escorted out by the volunteers. Many of them had broken limbs and kept crying out in pain. They looked as miserable as they could be, completely different from the majestic and screaming appearance just now.
"Report! We captured more than sixty American devils and twenty-five tanks." The third battalion commander reported to Commander Chu.
"You did a great job, Third Battalion Commander!" Regimental Commander Chu seemed in a good mood. "I was worried about you guys back there, but I didn't expect you to have this trick, using a gun to shoot a grenade. That was a great job! By the way, who fired the gun?"
"Report to the regiment commander!" The third battalion commander scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "That, that's not my idea. I don't know who shot the gun."
"Hey! Who's the one shooting?" Captain Chu couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Who in your battalion is such a good shooter? He was able to hit the grenade from such a long distance. If it weren't for him, our regiment would really be looked down upon by these American devils!"
At this time, Jin Qiulian ran to my side and whispered in my ear: "It's you! Platoon Leader Cui, I saw you running away."
"No, how could it be me?" I denied hastily, "Haven't you ever heard of people having three urgent needs? I...I ran away because I couldn't hold it any longer!"
I stole a glance at Political Commissar Chen who was dealing with the prisoners nearby. I didn't want to be accused of being unorganized and undisciplined again after having just been reprimanded...
