Chapter five hundred and ninety fifth difficult attack
Chapter 595: A Difficult Attack
"Hell, hell, three more people!"
"***, you, you, come here to me!"
Tao Zhiwei's broken gong voice kept shouting there.
After finally withstanding several attacks from the Russians, the counterattack began.
But obviously, the Soviet Red Army's will to resist was equally strong.
Under the successive attacks from the Chinese, they were never willing to give up an inch of their position...
The difficulty of the attack was far beyond imagination. The Red Army seemed to be going crazy, desperately resisting every attack of the Chinese!
The battle seemed a bit chaotic.
The air was filled with a strong smell of corpses and bomb explosions.
The sand around the soldiers was stained yellow by the gunpowder splashed by the bombs.
A sergeant signaled to the brothers behind him, asking them to move to the right and leave the shallow bunker.
Yanzi, a new recruit who had just joined the army, ran towards where squad leader Dou Dasheng was standing. Dou Dasheng was looking ahead. Yanzi fell at his feet with a plop.
There were shouting and yelling everywhere.
Unfamiliar officers and sergeants shouted orders: "The 1st Platoon of the 8th Company, come up here..."
"Where's the mortar team? Where's the *** mortar team? Come up here..."
The Chinese ** team began to advance deeper into the position. After taking a few steps, an enemy machine gun fired at the Chinese soldiers from the low bushes on the right.
The Soviet Red Army's mortars then also fired at the Chinese soldiers. Everyone fell to the ground.
Yanzi jumped into a shallow pit. The entire company was completely suppressed. All actions stopped. The shells fell faster, until a single explosion could no longer be distinguished, only continuous, devastating rumblings could be heard.
Occasionally there was the tearing sound of shrapnel flying low overhead.
The air was mixed with smoke and dust. Every muscle in Yanzi's body was as tight as a piano string. Yanzi trembled and swayed there, as if he had a convulsion.
He sweated a lot, prayed, gritted his teeth, held the butt of his rifle, and began to curse those damn Russians.
The dense mortar blocking fire shows no sign of weakening. It makes people think that it will never end. Huge bombs are falling in a parabola around them. Some of the new recruits are frightened. They are really worried that a shell will fall directly into the hiding hole.
inside.
Under this kind of noise, if there are orders being conveyed or someone calling for teammates, they cannot be heard at all.
Yanzi felt as if she had been left alone on the battlefield. In this violent and violent explosion, she was completely alone, helpless and desperate. All everyone could do at this moment was sweat and pray to survive. In such a violent explosion,
Standing up under gunfire is undoubtedly suicide.
Wounded soldiers began to walk past. Yanzi saw a friend who had joined the army hurried past. His left upper arm was wrapped in a bandage with blood stains on it.
"Are you seriously injured?" Yanzi shouted.
He showed joy on his face, grinned, and said briskly: "Yanzi, don't feel sorry for me. I can go back to the hospital. Everything is over for me."
A few dozen yards away from here, a health worker from the hospital was treating injured soldiers in a narrow position.
Yanzi walked over and sat next to him. The health worker was bending down close to a young Chinese soldier who had just died on a stretcher. There was a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around one side of the deceased's neck. He was delicate, handsome, and
The childish face is very pale.
"What a pity of sacrifice..." Yanzi thought to himself, he must not have reached 20 years old yet."
"Go forward, don't be stunned, everyone, follow me forward!" The company commander's voice came again.
The soldiers advanced eastward and paused briefly along a north-south path. Orders came in that the force must advance quickly onto a path, where they would fight alongside the 3rd Battalion.
The soldiers continued to pass through dense bushes and intensive sniper fire, reaching an open area overlooking the opposite side. The 8th Company had reached the east.
A dozen riflemen from the 8th Company began shooting at the Russian soldiers a few hundred yards away. The enemy was emerging from a narrow mangrove forest on the left and running towards the position on the right.
"Okay, brothers, line them up, pull the trigger and shoot!" A sergeant shouted: "You can't kill them by chirping, only bullets will work."
Several more Russians ran out of the mangroves. A burst of rifle fire knocked each of them to the ground.
"That's much better..." muttered the sergeant.
The mortarman put down his equipment, stood aside and began to set up the gun.
There was a sudden burst of gunfire from behind. This unit had no contact with the neighboring marine units on the left or right. But the veterans paid no attention to anything except the enemies within sight...
Shells were still flying overhead, but there wasn't much small arms fire in the area.
Suddenly, Russian machine guns fired at the Chinese soldiers. This was the most intense firepower Yanzi had ever seen concentrated in such a small area...The bullets crackled less than a foot above the top of the artillery bunker.
...
The smoke from the artillery fire blocked the view.
Under the shock, the ground seemed to be shaking back and forth. Yanzi felt as if he was floating in some illusory thunderstorm vortex. The Russian bullets crackled...
The Chinese soldiers began to cover each other and advance.
About halfway through the run, Yanzi staggered forward and fell forward. At this moment, a huge bomb exploded on my left, accompanied by flashes and roars. A piece of shrapnel passed over the ground, and when he fell,
, just passed his head.
On his right, Dou Dasheng made a sound of "Ah" and fell down, and the shrapnel hit him. When he fell, he held on to the left side of his body.
The smoke crawled towards him quickly. Fortunately, the shrapnel was exhausted and only hit Dou Dasheng's gun belt. Some of the threads on the gun belt were broken...
Yanzi knelt beside him and checked his side. He was lucky, there was only a little scratch.
Dou Dasheng also looked pale, and kept mumbling and cursing...
Being bombarded by large amounts of artillery and mortars is absolutely terrifying, but the fear of being bombarded in the open is beyond the imagination of anyone who has not experienced it...
The soldiers checked their weapons and placed their equipment where they could be easily accessed for the coming night.
As night fell, the order came: "Smoking lights go out."
All conversation ceased. Of the two men in each foxhole, one man could settle himself as comfortably as possible on a rock outcrop, while his companion had to keep his eyes open, his ears pricked, and his ears alert.
following any movement or sound in the darkness.
Occasionally a Russian mortar shell would land in the area, but it would be quiet for several hours.
The Chinese artillery fired some artillery shells as harassment fire to curb the movement of enemy troops in front of the company's positions.
Soon, the Russians began to try to infiltrate the front of the 8th Company position and sneak up on our rear along the other side of the position. The Chinese soldiers heard sporadic small arms fire and the rumble of grenades.
Under such circumstances, Chinese soldiers must have strict shooting discipline to avoid accidentally injuring their companions.
Suddenly, movement in the dry vegetation directly in front of the artillery bunker caught Yanzi's attention.
Yanzi turned around carefully and waited, rifle in hand.
The rustling sounds were getting closer and closer, and Yanzi's heart was beating fast. He was thinking that this must be a Russian who wanted to sneak in, and he stopped from time to time to prevent being discovered. He might be shooting himself, and he was already
Seeing the spurting fire, he could throw a grenade or rush at him with a bayonet at any time.
Under the gray light and black ink shadows, I couldn't see anything.
Yanzi squatted low to better see the silhouette in the sky. He gently opened the safety. Against the background of the night sky, a figure wearing a steel helmet loomed in front of the artillery bunker!
I can't tell from the silhouette whether the helmet is ours or Russian.
Yanzi aimed the gun at the man's head, pressed the gun handle safety, and gently pulled the trigger. An idea flashed through Yanzi's mind. He was too close to use a grenade, so he might use a grenade.
Bayonet or machete to deal with me.
Yanzi's hand was very steady, even though he was very scared. Either he died, or I died.
"Password!" Yanzi shouted in a low voice.
No answer.
"Password!"
"alert......"
Yanzi breathed a sigh of relief, he recognized that voice, it was Da Zhuang from his own village!
"Dazhuang, why didn't you say the password just now? I almost shot you!" Yanzi said breathlessly.
He looked at the pistol and sighed: "Mother..."
He realized what almost happened: "I thought you knew it was me."
Da Zhuang is one of Yanzi's closest friends. The two of them have grown up together. They know the meaning of what he just did. If Yanzi's finger had put a little more force on the trigger, Da Zhuang might have
He just died there. That would be his own fault and would not have any impact on Yanzi. But even so, if Yanzi kills him, then maybe Yanzi will never forgive himself in his life.
Or it might all be destroyed.
Yanzi's right hand was shaking so badly that he couldn't use it at all, so he had to close the safety with his left hand. He felt sick and weak and wanted to scream.
Da Zhuang climbed over and sat on the edge of the artillery bunker.
"I'm sorry, Yanzi. I thought you knew it was me," he said.
Yanzi was trembling, grateful that his best friend was still alive: "Damn it, it's so dark, Russians are everywhere, how could I know it was you?"
He roared there and then scolded his best friend.
In just a few days, Yanzi has completely understood that the real battlefield is never as easy as he thought. The real battlefield is always full of the threat of death, even though sometimes you are unwilling to face it...
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Yanzi doesn't know if he can survive. Maybe all he can do now is to beg God for blessing!