Volume 3 The Third Battle Chapter 21 Patience
"Kill!" Volunteer soldiers from several companies shouted and rushed towards the British defensive positions.
It was the combat habit of the volunteers to rush towards the enemy while shouting "kill". According to the veterans, such shouting "kill" can boost our morale and make the enemy timid. However, in the eyes of foreigners who could not understand Chinese, these had another meaning.
In modern times, I read the Korean War written by General Ridgway, in which the shouts of the volunteers were described as "the unique noise of the Chinese army." Of course, I think this unique noise also includes the sound of bugles and trumpets.
In the trench, I pointed my gun at the school on the high ground as if I were facing a formidable enemy. My eyes were fixed on the rows of school buildings on the high ground through the scope, and my gaze occasionally wandered between the windows and door cracks.
The 2.5x scope allowed me to see quite a few British helmets at this distance, but I didn't dare shoot because I believed my opponent was not dead yet. He was hiding in a place I didn't know, watching quietly, ready to shoot the bullet of revenge in his hand at any time.
His target is me!
It was then that I realized that there were too few places to hide on the battlefield. Although there were trenches as cover, if I wanted to observe the enemy and shoot at the enemy, I would inevitably expose my head to the white moonlight. On the contrary, my opponent was hiding in the school building, and I couldn't even be sure which room he was in.
I don't know if it was because I was nervous or for some other reason, but several times I seemed to feel that he had discovered me, so I had to keep changing my position. Sometimes the inexplicable fear would make me want to give up, but when I thought about my comrades who were charging, I still mustered up the courage and carefully stuck my head out.
Gunshots and grenade explosions filled the battlefield, and the smoke soon filled the air. The scenery before my eyes was like being covered by a veil, and it was barely visible. Snowflakes kept falling, as if trying to cover up the blood and murderous aura on the battlefield.
The soldiers rushed forward very quickly. Holding guns and carrying explosive packs, they sometimes crawled and sometimes ran for cover. In a short while, they rushed to a place two hundred meters away from the enemy.
The firepower of the British counterattack was not strong. The tanks were unable to aim accurately at night. Only the machine guns on them could still function, but it was good enough that half of the machine guns' bolts were not frozen in such a cold night.
Therefore, the main weapon of the British army's counterattack was still the rifles in their hands. The British army's marksmanship was really impeccable. An ordinary soldier still had a high hit rate under the interference of moonlight, snowflakes, and human shadows. At a distance of 200 meters, volunteer soldiers were shot and fell to the ground from time to time.
However, the fighting spirit of the volunteers was surprisingly strong. They never retreated under the bombing of American planes and artillery, not to mention the rifles in the hands of the British army, which were only slightly stronger than the Type 38 rifle. As long as the volunteers who were shot and fell to the ground were not killed on the spot by being hit in the vital parts, those who could crawl tried their best to crawl towards the enemy position, and those who could not crawl picked up their weapons on the spot to assist their comrades .
Moreover, the Volunteer Army soldiers’ marksmanship was not bad either. The nickname “Three-gun Tubalu” was not for nothing. Through my scope, I could clearly see British soldiers falling under the guns of the Volunteer Army, and then being replaced by new British soldiers…
So, on one side were the elite troops who were traditionally proficient in marksmanship and had participated in World War II, and on the other side were the battle-hardened soldiers who had to practice marksmanship hard due to lack of bullets. In this particular environment, a rifle contest took place.
The British Army was superior in equipment. Although the Lee-Enfield rifle and the Type 38 rifle were both single-shot rifles, the former had a faster firing rate and a capacity of ten rounds, while the Type 38 rifle only had five rounds, which meant that the British Army had a longer shooting time.
These two advantages allowed the British Army to defeat the attack of nearly 40,000 Germans in half an hour with only 10,000 men in World War I. Because of this battle, the Lee-Enfield rifle was also known as the king of single-shot rifles. In other words, except for semi-automatic rifles, the rifles in the hands of the British Army were the most useful.
This reminds me of a movie about the Liberation War era shot by a famous director in China. In order to highlight that the protagonist is an experienced veteran, the director had a group of extras holding a Lee-Enfield rifle and asking the protagonist what kind of gun it was. The protagonist took the gun and looked at it, then casually said, "This is a British gun, it doesn't work!"
This almost made me faint on the spot...
I was distracted! I quickly shook my head to pull my thoughts back from the present. I felt ashamed in my heart. Let alone my shooting skills, my current mental state was not up to the quality of a sniper. The reason why I was able to gain the upper hand in the battle with the expert on the opposite side was mostly luck.
At this time, the volunteers advanced nearly 100 meters forward. I couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. The mysterious enemy sniper had not appeared yet. Could it be that I really killed him or that he was injured and lost his ability to fight? At a distance of 100 meters, the volunteers could throw a row of grenades at any time, and then rush forward to fight hand-to-hand combat with the British army in the smoke of the grenades. By then, no matter how good his marksmanship was, it would be useless .
However, the closer the distance, the more obvious the advantage of the British defense. Although the marksmanship of the volunteers was comparable to that of the British, the British soldiers were all hiding in bunkers, while the volunteers were exposed to the moonlight and charging. At the same time, they also entered the effective range of the two British heights behind the school, so the casualties of the volunteers quickly rose sharply as the distance got closer.
Seeing the volunteer soldiers being shot and falling to the ground one after another, my heart began to tremble. What made me even more unbearable was that I could clearly see the enemy through the sight, and I could kill them with my gun to provide cover for the volunteer soldiers.
At one hundred meters, the casualties of the volunteer soldiers were close to one-third, and they were falling one after another. It made my eyes bloodshot, and my index finger that was on the trigger trembled slightly involuntarily.
Ninety meters, the soldiers advanced forward with difficulty, and almost every step was paid for with blood and lives.
Eighty meters...
"Bang, bang..." I couldn't help but pull the trigger again and again, and two British soldiers fell under my gun. But when I aimed at the third British soldier, I felt a chill on my head, and a bullet almost hit my scalp and knocked my hat away. Then the sound of explosive packs exploding .
He finally took action!
I quickly changed my position and stuck my head out, but I was helpless to find that the school was full of fire from the British soldiers' shooting. I had no way of telling which one he was...
