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Chapter 188: Street Fighting (3)

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    When I regained consciousness, what repeatedly hit my eardrums was still the rolling thunderous and dull sound of the heavy artillery group behind us, occasionally mixed with a small number of 380mm caliber mortars, 240mm caliber railway guns and 208mm caliber giant attack guns.  The very ear-splitting roar of a city howitzer.  According to squad leader Li Ma, the price of an 80mm light mortar shell is almost equivalent to the annual income of ordinary people farming an acre of land.  I really don¡¯t know how much money those artillery bastards waste every time they pull the match rope. Wouldn¡¯t it be nice to use that much money to build our homes?  In a word, war, it¡¯s fucking fucked!

    Although my mind was already active, my body was still so tired that I was too lazy to lift my heavy-as-iron eyelids.  Although I realized that I might still be lying in a pile of dead people, and that there might be a rotting corpse of an old man under my body, I really didn¡¯t want to move at all. Just lie down, even if it was next to me.  It's the edge of the cliff.  I just hope that the brothers in the corpse collection team will not treat me as a real dead person and stuff it into a wooden box, then cover it with a military flag and transport it back to the Northeast by train.  But I still had to work up my energy to do one thing - I closed my eyes and put my hands into the tattered military uniform, which had more holes than pockets, and carefully touched the various parts and parts of my body to see if there were any.  Nothing happened.  There are too many such things. In the field hospital, some brothers who woke up from coma kept making heart-rending wails and cried out in panic: "Doctor, why can't I see?!"  "Doctor! Where are my hands?!" "Doctor! Where are my legs?!"

    The touch from the nerve endings of my fingers kept telling me: my right hand was there, my left hand was there, there were no holes in my body, and the eyes, nose, and ears on my face were all the same. I breathed a sigh of relief; when I moved my toes again, my legs were no longer there.  They were all there, and I breathed a sigh of relief again; finally I reached into my crotch and touched it again. Well, the most important parts were there. I breathed a sigh of relief completely, and my whole body really relaxed.

    "Grandma! The first thing you do when you wake up is not to open your eyes, but to touch your fucking crotch! Are you a promising kid?" Zhao Kai's voice was followed by a small paper tube filled with choking smoke.  It came into my mouth, I closed my eyes and sucked hard.

    After taking two nice puffs, I opened my eyes with a smile. What came into my eyes was a chaotic light. It was probably already evening or late at night.  I was lying in the Soviet tractor factory where the fierce fighting took place in the afternoon, or it would be more appropriate to say it was the ruins of the original factory, because all the buildings, machines, and lathes had been blown to pieces, and every Soviet tractor  The remains of tanks and tanks were still smoking, and the gray-yellow corpses of Soviet soldiers were piled together like pieces of wood, sprayed with lime and disinfectant. The bodies of our fallen brothers were carefully collected by the corpse collection team.  .  Between the broken walls, brothers from different armies sat in groups around the fire, chatting or smoking cigarettes. The lunch boxes buried in the fire occasionally emitted bursts of disgusting compressed biscuits and bacon.  The smell of pork made us sick to our stomachs after eating these two things.

    Squad leaders Li Ma, Lao Hong, Hong Zhenxiao, and Zhao Kai were all there, as well as two sergeants I didn¡¯t recognize, but the paratrooper boots on their feet and the paratrooper knives on their waists surprised me: Paratroopers?

    "Yi Runhai." The paratrooper sergeant gave me a friendly smile and pointed to his companion, "Zhu Qiuming. We are from the 707th Parachute Regiment of the 29th Airborne Brigade of the Air Force."

    I struggled to get up, and the pain from the wounds on my arms made me grin.  After taking a look at it, I couldn't help but muttered: "These damn medical soldiers just put a few plasters on me. They didn't even disinfect me"

    "Just be content, you little brat." Lao Hong rolled his eyes at me, "Today we lost thousands of brothers, and the injured even died in the sea. Those medical soldiers were too busy to do anything, so they didn't use mud to treat them.  It's good if you cover the wounds. Damn it, today our class lost four brothers, and the battalion commander also died. Alas, there are also the tailor and those three brothers" Sitting under his buttocks was a Soviet soldier's helmet  M-1916 "Adrian" style helmet.  Lao Hong sighed while continuing to pray to gods and Buddhas. The names of various Da Luo deities were carved crookedly on the row of bricks in front of him. The remaining cigarette butts he smoked were still used as offerings to the deities.

    "Squad leader, what time is it now? Why are there paratrooper brothers here?" I asked in surprise.

    "About five or six o'clock, the area here is high-dimensional, and it will get dark very quickly. Damn, those stupid snipers are going to start firing cold shots again." Squad leader Li Ma took a small spoonful from his lunch box  "Compressed biscuit stewed pork mixed soup", after taking a bite, he showed a disgusting expression as if it was shit, "Old Maozi's troops increased today.??The roaring and whistling sound of a helicopter piercing the rainbow.  In a daze, I saw a man in a jet-black special operations uniform appearing in front of me. He was also a yellow man, with his face covered in black and gray camouflage oil.  He forcefully dragged me into the broken door next to me. A steel "Flying Crossbow" military emblem shone coldly on his arm, and then he disappeared into the darkness quietly like a ghost.

    After seven or eight consecutive hours of high-intensity work and fierce fighting, I was so tired that I almost collapsed, and all the water in my body seemed to be excreted from my pores with sweat.  Just when I was so thirsty that my throat was filled with smoke, a cold water bottle came to my lips, and I almost choked to death from the drink.  When I opened my eyes again, I saw the face of paratrooper Sergeant Yi Runhai. He was also covered in many colors, and his face was colorful, just like a swordsman in Peking Opera.

    "Did the Soviets retreat?" I hoarse, my throat soaked by water still as dry as a desert.

    "Yes." Yi Runhai nodded, "Our 'ghost' troops and 'hidden arrow' troops have also joined the battle. They are using armed helicopters to conduct fixed-point assaults. This is what Commander Long came up with. We want to have a good fight with Lao Maozi.  Let¡¯s play sniper combat.¡±

    "Where is my class? Where are the brothers in the class?" I asked.

    He showed a puzzled expression, as if my question was nonsense: "Your company commander said that you are now the corporal squad leader of your class, and he will immediately allocate seven recruits to you."

    I burst into tears almost in embarrassment. All the water I just drank turned into tears and snot and poured out of my body again.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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