It was Park Jung-yong who was squeezing the enemy camp in the distance. When he thought of his comrades who died in the concentration camp, Park Jung-yong's eyes were red and bloody. These lackeys who treated his compatriots extremely fiercely made Park Jung-yong want to kill them all. He cursed his dog's legs, and when he saw the shells enter the chamber, the artillery gate closed and directly pulled the cannon.

Wu Mengguo, who wanted to stop, saw that the artillery had been fired, could only open his mouth and bury his head to carry the shells. The soldiers guarding another artillery immediately launched an attack.

"Dong, dong", with the roaring cannons, two balls of fire exploded in the camp across the river, tearing up nearby tents, and splashing flesh and blood limbs, stirring up smoke and dust.

According to the US military's standards, each m1-105mm howitzer is equipped with 15 rounds of ammunition, and the remaining shells must be placed in the ammunition depot; only when the artillery attack is launched can a large number of shells be transported to 20 meters nearby.

According to Wu Mengguo's idea, since the enemy's ammunition depot cannot be found for a while, at least the shells in front of other artillery should be collected and used.

Unexpectedly, Park Jung-yong was so anxious that he felt the cannon that he turned on. He adjusted the shooting angle and fired directly. These 15 shells were not enough to be shot, and they were all created in less than three minutes.

Now, Luo Er, among them, began to run back and forth, and ran over from the artillery far away against the shell boxes, opened them, loaded the fuses, and sent them over. Soon, the soldiers were exhausted and sweating.

The plan really can't keep up with the changes. You're so anxious. Luo Er was cursing in his heart while carrying the cannonball box. Looking at Park Jung-yong in the smoke, constantly pulling the cannon rope, Luo Er knew that he had made the wrong arrangement.

Next time, if you have the chance, this North Korean would have to move shells once. No, at least twice. Luo Er, who was extremely unbalanced, began to make secret decisions.

The attack of two artillery awakened the South Korean soldiers in their sleep. Under the illumination of the searchlight, they watched the running comrades beside them, and were hit by shrapnel. One by one, the South Korean soldiers were lying on the ground, avoiding the shelling.

The explosion in the infantry camp also alarmed the officers and soldiers sleeping in the artillery camp when a large number of killing and resting enemies. For a moment, in the quiet camp, there was noisy noise and someone had already run out.

As soon as the two howitzers opened fire, Dali, who was squatting on the ground, pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Tututu", the m1919a6 heavy machine gun rang dullly.

Dali was very smart. He relied on the range of the heavy machine guns to shoot a few points and quickly knocked off the searchlights on several guardhouses on the other side of the river one by one before he placed the guns flat and aimed at the tent in front of him. As the guns swung slightly left and right, raindrop-like bullets splashed on the enemy in the dark.

As soon as Dali opened fire, the three soldiers around him also began to attack, "da da da da", and the crisp sound of machine guns started to scream happily.

It's not my own thing, I really don't care about it. I'm not careful about firing here. Anyway, I can't take the howitzer away. Dali's side is also firing enthusiastically, hoping to throw out the bullets on the ground.

Looking at the enemy camp that exploded into a sea of ​​fire, the soldiers behind the howitzers were full of excitement and their movements became more and more smooth.

The howitzer with a maximum rate of fire of 15 rounds per minute made Park Jung-yong and others fired the highest efficiency in history. In less than eight minutes, two guns shot all the 300 rounds of bullets on the position.

The sound of cannons finally stopped, and 11 soldiers panted and looked at the beautiful scenery in front of them; there was no way, there were no shells on their hands; then Dali had already replaced the fifth bullet belt, sat in a pile of hot shells, and was still spraying firepower frantically; "spraying" and the dull shooting sound hit everyone's heart.

Two infantry battalions on the other side of the river were shot by short and rapid artillery, which made ghosts and wolves howl. Fortunately, Park Jung-yong opened fire in a hurry and did not adjust the angle in time. Otherwise, these 300 shells could plow the two infantry battalions back and forth.

The sound of artillery stopped, only Dali and their four light and heavy machine guns were still roaring, stirring up the chaotic artillery camp.

Seeing that under the fire of four machine guns, there were still a few figures. They dodged and ran out of the cannon camp's tent. Wu Mengguo, who was gasping, took out a whistle from his arms.

"Drip", the sharp and harsh whistle suddenly resounded through the artillery position; "dropping bombs", Luo Er, who had a sudden inspiration, roared and took out the grenade.

The ten soldiers next to the two howitzers stopped sweating all over. They had not yet arrived and appreciated Dali's style. They were excited by the whistle of Wu Mengguo and Luo Er's roar, and they took off the grenades on their bodies one after another.

"Boom boom" ten grenades exploded above the enemy's heads under the whistle urging.

The enemy, who was blinded by howitzers, was trying to avoid shells as much as possible, but now he heard the familiar whistle not far away, and immediately exploded the camp and the Chinese Communist army rushed over.

Since the Volunteer Army entered North Korea, the whistle began with the beginning of the night, followed by grenades and mortar attacks. Then, the Volunteer Army soldiers who did not say a word rushed forward with bayonets and charged endlessly, making every South Korean officer and soldier frightened.

Although the cannon sound stopped, the sharp whistle in his ears, the explosion of grenades, and Luo Er's roar made the two South Korean infantry battalions instantly begin to collapse.

Amid the large number of wounded soldiers' calls for help, some guy started running south, followed by a few smart soldiers; a few, a young man, and a group, as the number of soldiers ran away, the officers also ran away.

So, under Luo Er's surprised gaze, the ancient roar camp appeared. Hundreds of South Korean soldiers, mixed with officers at all levels, stepped on comrades on the ground, threw down their weapons, shouted and ran on the thick snow, and dispersed south along the river bank.

Under the fire of Dali and their machine guns and the attack of hundreds of grenades, the howitzer battalion that had just arrived just arrived in front of him, except for the moans all over the ground, no soldiers escaped. The howitzer battalion, which had weak combat power, was defeated by the entire army.

"Ka", finally, the powerful machine gun stopped; the unsatisfied Dawei got up from the pile of bullet shells and wanted to get another ammunition belt, and found that the three soldiers around him were looking at him with strange eyes.

"Da Li, leave." Luo Er's urging in the distance made Da Li wake up and touch the hot machine gun at his hand. What a guy, he just can't get it.

I gritted my teeth, it was almost scrapped anyway, and it was smashed.

He stuffed a grenade into the barrel of each howitzer. Amid the dull explosion, Luo Er led his squad and reluctantly left the artillery position.

He quickly crossed the open area and approached the South Korean fortifications carefully. Luo Er looked at it. There was no movement or sound in the fortifications.

After giving Wu Mengguo a pause gesture, Luo Er gently climbed into the trench and touched a bunker along the narrow walkway.

In the bunker, a heavy machine gun was at the shooting port, and the bullets were loaded; there were a few boxes of ammunition piled up next to it, and there were a few messy sleeping bags on the ground. Everything in front of me was a complete enemy fortification, not even a single person.

Strange things happened. Luo Er was worried and entered the bunkers next to him, but there was still no one. When the flashlight was on, Luo Er whistled loudly, calling Dali and the others over.

Dali led fourteen soldiers and searched in the fortifications. He found a lot of guns and ammunition, but he could not find a single enemy.

The "evil" took off his steel helmet and scratched his big head vigorously, but he couldn't figure it out. This South Korean army is too exaggerated. With an attack, it ran away without anyone else.

He didn't know that the whistle of Wu Mengguo was so powerful that the South Korean soldiers guarding the fortifications were scared away.

Luo Er seemed to understand and patted Wu Mengguo on the shoulder, "You kid, okay, you're the platoon leader's material."

"I just want to scare these grandsons," Wu Mengguo Jingshu's face couldn't hide his pride; okay, one whistle scared away two battalions, and when he went back, he didn't brag about it.

Next, it was plundering; anyway, I was about to go back to the army, so I could take as much as I could. After a walk, Luo Er used food and drink, whether it was good or bad, and even didn't let go of dozens of pickaxes in the trenches.

Turning back, looking at the soldiers in front of him, even Dali, they were holding a light machine gun, full of ammunition, and their faces were still not satisfied.

If it weren't for the mountains in front of me, I would probably not have even spared heavy machine guns.

Since he couldn't take it away, Dali could only endure the pain of ordering to destroy the matter. If it weren't for the absence of explosives, he would have destroyed the fortifications in this area.

"The local bun, I robbed it," Luo Er muttered, ignoring these invisible guys, carrying submachine guns, and leaping out of the trenches; behind him, some staggering soldiers struggled to keep up.

After walking 20 meters, he passed another trench and broke the barbed wire. Now he climbed over the barbed wire to deal with the soldiers carrying the weight. "Passing backwards, there is a minefield in front of him." Looking at Wu Mengguo next to him, Luo Er shook his head helplessly, "You are a vanguard, why are you resisting machine guns?"

After leaving the minefield and stepping on the thick snow, Luo Er led the team to climb the steep mountains. As for the footprints left, let the American plane see what I did.

Luo Er did not leave the road in the valley, and there was a raucous team behind him. If the anti-aircraft machine gun enemy was not scared to run away, it would be a tragedy.

Climbing up the cliff along the crack of the rock, Luo Er threw off the ropes and pulled the heavy soldiers up. Although the mountain road was difficult to walk, there was no soldier who gave up the weapons in his hands and had few good weapons on the army, so it would be a great contribution to bringing them back.

The sharp-edged ridge was unable to stand at all, so I could only go down the mountain immediately; facing the cold wind and stepping on the slippery rocks, the team bumped and bumped into the mountainside.

There are several huge rocks here that can escape the wind and take a break.

He stood up and Luo Er was about to call Dali, but the light of his eyes suddenly swept to see a black guy. When he saw it again, Luo Er's scalp became numb and almost lay on the snow.

What he saw was a muzzle sticking out from the snow under the rocks; a black muzzle pointed straight at his chest.

"Damn", Luo Er cursed, sitting on the ground with a butt, and cold sweat appeared on his face. Luo Er's instinctive move, shocked the powerful force behind him crawled to the ground, and the magazine in his chest made him snort.

The scouts not far from Dali were also a group of monkey spirits. They didn't ask the reason at all. They all lay on the ground in an instant, and the machine gun's security was also opened.

Only Park Jung-yong squatted halfway with a puzzled look on his face. In the dark night, he couldn't see clearly what was happening ahead.

The first time, Luo Er felt so obvious that he could not hide at all. The God of Death was grinning and reached out to pull him. He did not notice the threat from close range.

The buzzing mind flashed instantly, not a high-spirited vow, but Mary's smiling face and Park Ji-sun's eyes.

I was stunned for more than ten seconds, without gunfire, nor with birds singing. The black muzzle was silent, just so silent.

After wiping the cold sweat, Luo Er calmed down, stood up slowly, and looked at the gun slightly. Now, he could only make himself injured less as much as possible.

Moving slowly, Luo Er walked around the rock and stood there firmly, his eyes relaxed.

Dali got up, lit up the flashlight and ran to Luo Er's side. He only heard Luo Er murmuring, "Brother, go."

Under the flashlight, a vague figure was hidden next to the lower part of the rock, and was still on guard against the gun.

From the yellow rubber shoes on her feet, it can be seen that this is a volunteer soldier with dead grass on her body and hidden under the dry and hard snow. He has long lost his life.
Chapter completed!