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Chapter 7 Fire (1)

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    Like the wind, the soldiers of the first battalion rushed to the car array in an instant. Their mission was to take down these behemoth Americans standing outside the camp and remove obstacles on the attack path.  Battalion Commander Xia Yang led the charge at the front. He divided his battalion into four groups to deal with the vehicle positions at the four corners of the enemy camp. At this time, he personally led two platoons of the first company and rushed down the mountain.  What he didn't expect was that the result was so smooth. There was no resistance from the Americans at all. He arrived in front of these cars easily. He couldn't help but admire his leader Zhang Yilai more and more. He really didn't expect that,  Beat the gongs, beat the drums, blow the bugle, and something so cheap will happen. Think about it, if these Americans were not paralyzed, but carried out blocking strikes early, their battalion would be able to rush in front of the enemy.  I'm afraid the only ones left are human sperm!  Now, as long as they rush in front of the enemy, things will be much easier to handle in the future. At least in close combat, they will not be at a disadvantage.

    After the order was given, the soldiers who rushed to the front threw out grenades in unison. The sound of the explosion immediately overwhelmed the sound of the spiked horns. As this frightening sound came, the enemy's cars also  It exploded into the sky. Although these Americans were also very smart and had already drained the gasoline from the cars when arranging them into positions, there were still fuel tanks that were ignited by the impact of the explosion. The fire spread in the night wind.  It quickly became vigorous under the blowing of the wind, and soon became one piece.

    The flares in the sky were like holiday fireworks, rising into the sky in the blink of an eye, illuminating the dark night. But at this time, there was nothing to do. These Americans could not even dream.  Unexpectedly, the Chinese came in front of them like ghosts, and those who rushed at the front entered their camp and exchanged fire.

    The fire was blazing, and under the light of the fire, the faces of many white people were already reflected in the eyes of the volunteers. While they were amazed at the exotic faces of these tall men, they did not forget to shoot at those white people.  Similarly, the white men also fired in fear at the rushing Chinese, but it was already much too late. Before a few rounds of bullets were fired, they were exploded with grenades by the rushing volunteer soldiers.  Up in the sky, the distance was too close, and the blocking position had lost its effectiveness, and it was gradually turning into a close combat.

    After a brief period of resistance, the American soldiers finally became frightened. What they saw was a steady stream of Chinese soldiers coming, as if they were a group of robots that could not be killed and did not know pain. They saw more and more enemies.  At that time, there was also the sound of fierce fighting in the inner camp. It was a feeling as if someone had taken away the home and cut off the escape route, which meant a guilty conscience.  A platoon leader was the first to run toward the camp with a gun in his arms, and then he got out of control, followed immediately by the second, third, and then everyone else and rushed toward the camp desperately, no longer caring about these things.  The car caught fire, and the car camp collapsed.

    The shouts of killing were then deafening, and it turned out to be from the one-sided attacker. Many American soldiers were still in drowsiness and had not understood what was going on, but they had already become prisoners of the volunteers.

    Zhang Xian followed Xia Yang and rushed into the enemy camp. While chasing the fleeing American soldiers, he shook his head secretly. These Americans were really strong on the outside and hard on the inside. They were just like Mao Zedong's metaphor, a paper tiger.  They made the outer positions so strong and the firepower so powerful, but they neglected the layout inside the camp. If the camp was also prepared step by step and deployed firepower secretly, then it would not appear so weak after the outer perimeter was breached.  The volunteers used a very common tactic during the civil war. After tearing it apart, they immediately rushed and punched it into the core. This was like a sharp knife piercing the heart and waiting for an opportunity to cut the enemy into pieces.  This tactic would not work at all when fighting during the day, but it was extremely effective at this time, because the enemy was already in chaos.

    Paul knew very well that the battalion was in chaos at this time. The enemy had arrived as soon as he said it, and there was no time for further analysis and thinking. If he did not want to lose too badly, he could only return the enemy as quickly as possible.  The soldiers who can be controlled are organized and rush out of the encirclement. At this time, the gunshots are only sparse in the west. Breaking through in that direction should be successful.

    Battalion Commander Tom was also in panic at this time. He was also a veteran from World War II. When he fought with the Japanese island by island for the Pacific Ocean, although it was more cruel than this, he was not as successful as today.  For being such a coward, he was not afraid of death, but what he was afraid of was losing his honor.  Indeed, as a soldier, many people regard honor as more important than their own lives, so heThere was no movement. He believed that the enemy had been killed. When he turned around, he saw his commander and comrades crossing the edge of the cemetery. He couldn't help but smile a little proudly.  He got up from the ground, turned around and prepared to chase his team, but just after taking two steps, he heard a "bang" sound, and the sound was right next to his ear, and then  He felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly realized that he had been hit. A pain immediately engulfed his whole body. He couldn't help but touch it with his hand. It was fishy and wet. There was no doubt that he had been hit.  After being hit, his mind immediately went blank, and his tall body fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

    It was Zhang Xian who shot Jack. He was concentrating on an enemy officer under the firelight. Perhaps the sixth sense played a role. The officer was obviously uneasy and looked over.  Looking up, Zhang Xian could see his face very clearly in the firelight. When he saw the appearance of this man clearly, he couldn't help but be a little stunned. This man was not wearing a helmet. This was clearly a familiar face to him.

    However, he was not allowed to be distracted in the slightest. A black thing flew over with sparks. He immediately realized something and rolled behind the grave involuntarily.  Sometimes, the difference between veterans and recruits is this. Veterans can feel the approaching danger based on their feelings, and it is like a conditioned reflex, and they can't help but make very correct choices; while for recruits,  These are just a difficult thing to understand, and maybe by the time he understands it, time has run out.  Machine gunner Xiao Chen was like this. When he saw what was flying over, it was already night, and the grenade exploded next to him, blowing half of his head off, and the light machine gun was blown into the sky.  However, before the fuzzy pieces of flesh and blood could completely fall to the ground, the second grenade flew over again. This time the aim was a little off. Before Zhang Xian could get up from the ground, he was half-buried by the soil falling from the sky.  My ears were ringing and buzzing, and it took me a long time to understand what was going on.

    "Xiao Chen!" Xia Yang's heart-breaking voice immediately made Zhang Xian understand. He tightly grabbed the gun that was still in his hand, raised his head and saw Jack who was about to leave, and suddenly he was stunned.  A kind of hatred arose spontaneously, and after a brief glance, he finally fired the shot, avenging Xiao Chen.

    When Jack fell heavily to the ground, Major Tom, who was about to pass by the cemetery, felt as if he had been hit. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his heart, and he shouted almost in tears: "Jack  ! Jack¡ª¡ªk¡ª¡ª!" That was also a heart-breaking cry of a man. However, the battlefield was ruthless, and the sound of dense gunfire quickly drowned his call in the dark night. He ran quickly  After a few steps, he wanted to pick up his comrade, but he was grabbed by Paul who was calmer and pulled him involuntarily. Several soldiers also moved together and rushed through the area with their battalion commander in their arms.  Cemetery!

    From a distance, Zhang Xian aimed his gun at the old friend he was familiar with, but he couldn't pull the trigger under his finger. He hesitated a little, and suddenly remembered the original Battle of Xiangxi. This Paul was still a major, and he was also a major.  The instructor of his regiment also fought side by side with him, but he never imagined that in just a few years, some of his friends back then would become enemies today. Is this another joke played by God?  It's just that there have been too many jokes, which made him a little numb.

    The opportunity passed during this moment of hesitation. When he wanted to see the other person clearly again, Paul had disappeared into the night.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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