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Chapter 119 In Ice and Fire, Xiajieyu Lishang

"If I'm a demon, what are you?"

Xu Qing hid behind the sand, her eyes were open and bright.

He watched these people yelling and shooting bullets towards him.

Terrified, afraid, suspicious, angry from embarrassment...

All kinds of emotions are completely exposed in the behavior of these Americans.

Was this bloody battlefield slaughter Xu Qing's original intention?
When lives fell under his feet one by one, he also felt some discomfort.

But so what?
This is war.

In order to survive, in order to win, no matter how cruel or fierce, Xu Qing must continue to fight and kill!

These Americans believe in God and Jesus, and are afraid of everything related to the devil, but they are doing the same things as the devil, doing such and such things in innocent countries and people's lands.

There is an old Chinese saying: Don't say that you are unpredictable!

When they come to invade, they should think that sooner or later, they will have the same fate themselves!

"Don't blame me for being cruel, it's you who are unforgivable..."

Xu Qing took a deep breath and stood up again.

There is no cure for the crimes of Americans. On the battlefield, I will come.

The bayonet warfare of the Chinese army was originally born out of the Japanese bayonet. As much as we hate the Japanese, the bayonet practice is as ruthless as it is.

The Japanese bayonet will always be a pain in the hearts of the Chinese, and this pain will become even more profound through hard training and killing the enemy on the battlefield.

He dodged a series of bullets, and saw a soldier on his left was rolling and hugging with an American soldier, using knives, fists, and teeth to really fight!

He immediately drew forward.

puff!
The sharp blade of the bayonet stabbed the enemy soldiers to the ground with blood gushing out after cutting into the flesh.

The soldier quickly got up, took back the bayonet in his hand, and pierced the enemy repeatedly.

The guy dragged and was chopped off and pierced more than half of his waist. He was still struggling on the ground, but he lost his breath immediately.

"thanks, thanks……"

"Be careful."

Xu Qing continued to attack other places.

The killing speed of bayonet warfare is far inferior to that of bullets, but it is extremely concealed and has a greater impact on the enemy.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company all around used bayonets and rifles to attack all the nearby firepower points. With just a sweep, he saw Yu Congrong, Ping He, Song Weiguo and others fighting fiercely in various places.

Thanks to the short-term performance of the Seventh Company at the southeast corner, the volunteers in other directions soon discovered to their surprise——

The enemy's fire attacks here are fading in large areas.

"Comrades, the position here has been broken!"

"Come on!!!"

The soldiers rushed to tell each other, seized the opportunity, and ran quickly.

One, two, five, ten, thirty...

A large number of soldiers of the [-]th Army quickly broke through this gap, and soon there were many volunteer soldiers on the entire position.

"Down with American imperialism!"

For a moment, on this dark front, it seemed that only the voices of the Chinese were left.

After more and more soldiers rushed into the position, they all entered into close combat. Volunteer soldiers are also human beings, they will be afraid and tired, but in such a day-to-day fighting atmosphere, every individual will be beaten by the troops. Driven by the indomitable blood.

At this moment, they just want to vent all the anger and indomitableness of their comrades who have been trudging through North Korea for months!
At this time, there is no difference between people, only the difference between the living and the dead, and only the difference between the enemy and us!
Everyone has only one idea, that is to kill the enemy fiercely and send the bayonet into the enemy's chest!
"Are they all devils, God..."

Many American soldiers abandoned their positions and retreated holding their guns, because one of their muzzle bullets hit one, while the rest were still rushing up bravely.

It is a real sense of rushing forward, without any hesitation!
Americans also have bayonets, but they are unwilling to fight the Chinese in close quarters.

The sharp bayonet and the fierce artillery fire that swept across the entire position before brought shock and depression far more than those weak bullet firepower.

Most of them are accustomed to shooting with fierce firepower, and they are full of a playful heart for killing the enemy, but they are not keen on facing this kind of bare-handed hand-to-hand combat.

The U.S. military positions quickly discovered the abnormality of the troops here.

An enemy commander gave a stern order in the night sky: "The Chinese troops have torn through our firepower net and invaded the position. Quickly, machine gun company, give my company full firepower coverage! E company, G company and others retreat, and then go back Withdraw six hundred yards!"

A soldier turned back immediately: "Sir? There are still our people there..."

"Do you want to die here? Tell me, soldier!"

"No, sir!"

"If you don't want to die, do as I say!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldier and a row of soldiers next to him hesitated for a moment, then quickly obeyed the order, and swept their guns in that direction.

The violent muzzle knocked down several soldiers who were fighting close to each other in an instant, and their Americans were also swept to the ground.

"Get down—get down!"

Xu Qing's eyes are so sharp.

He quickly got down on the ground, dodging a string of incoming bullets, and then looked around and shouted.

The U.S. military over there has no distinction between the enemy and the enemy, and even disregards the lives of the soldiers on their own side. They are suppressing firepower here, trying to stop and scare the volunteers from advancing on the position.

He turned his gaze, looked around, and paused for a second on the soldiers he had stabbed to death.

Immediately, he stepped forward and took out seven or eight American grenades from their chests. He was so familiar with this kind of thing that almost every American soldier would have two on his body.

It is the best weapon on the corpse.

Xu Qing held these grenades in his chest:
"Everyone lay down!"

The surrounding soldiers heard his shout and quickly hid their angles.

He positioned himself in the direction of several Blank machine gun fire, and hurled a rapid volley of grenades.

The soldiers over there saw an object approaching in the air, and quickly evaded:
"Grenade!"

After Xu Qing threw the grenade out, she shrank her head and lay down on the spot.

one……

two……

three!
"boom!"

The precise throwing and the power of the air blast made them resound directly over several positions, and the effect was extremely violent and shocking.

Without even screaming, the sound of firepower machine guns stopped instantly!

The damage caused by the air explosion is far greater than the power of a grenade exploding on the ground!
When the explosion sounded, Xu Qing rushed out immediately.

Like a snake, he was running on the edge of the sandbag with his head bowed. The US troops were dodging in the aftermath of the explosion, but Xu Qing touched the high ground behind without anyone noticing.

He immediately found that the soldiers at the nearby firepower points were leading ammunition and guns, fighting and retreating to the rear.

Some of the wounded had even dropped heavy machine guns and ammunition, and with the help of fellow soldiers, they just ran for their lives.

But Xu Qing quickly understood that this kind of retreat of the U.S. military was mostly just an illusion. If they wanted to, they could still fight for a day and a night with their firepower without stopping.

The American line of defense is more than the one in front of them. There are more bunkers behind them, and the tanks visible to the naked eye have already opened fire in all directions.

Most of them wanted to take this opportunity to distance themselves from the volunteer army to carry out more intense fire attacks.

This tactic is extremely deceptive.

Indeed, immediately Xu Qing saw that everyone did not pursue the soldiers who dropped their guns and retreated, but instead turned to attack the enemy who was still on the ground.

But he knew that if he continued like this, his previous advantages would disappear again!

These Americans are not good at stumping. Throwing away their weapons does not mean they surrendered. Many of them changed their clothes and equipped them with new weapons, and they would continue to harvest the lives of the soldiers.

Xu Qing shouted in the sky: "Don't let the Americans go. They want to distance themselves and end the war with heavy firepower..."

After he finished shouting, he was the first to continue to rush forward.

While running, he tore away all the remaining grenades on his body. There were more than a dozen grenades, and he threw them out with great force.

Whoosh—whoosh!

A distance of tens of meters flashed by, and a few flames exploded in the retreating soldiers, stumps, blood, and screams rang out.

The soldiers there became even more flustered, and the firepower even shot around indiscriminately. Many of their own soldiers were also injured and shot.

Qianli watched Xu Qing go forward alone, and he immediately blew his whistle: "Everyone in the Seventh Company is there—keep calling me!"

Behind the position, there are sandbags piled up one by one to form a bunker, and there are some muskets inside, and the bullets are vented, making it difficult to approach.

Xu Qing followed behind these soldiers, sneaked quietly, looked at the simple square bunkers standing on the high ground along the way, and threw grenades into them one by one tens of meters away.

His speed is extremely fast, often before the people next to him have time to shoot in his direction, they will find something round and smoking rolling in.

Boom, boom, boom...

A series of dull and surprising explosions sounded from pieces of the position.

Some alert and sensitive enemy troops quickly kicked out the grenades, causing an external smoke explosion.

But more people didn't notice it in the night, and died directly amidst the rumbling sound of bombing.

There were no screams, no cheers, only the sky-shattering flames!
The entire circular position is about 180 meters long, and the soldiers surrounding it, except for the large-scale combat team stationed at the headquarters, are mostly stragglers withdrawn from various places.

At the moment of explosion, artillery fire, and bayonet attack, they witnessed the crazy Chinese attack and encirclement, and they seemed a little powerless and in chaos.

"Grab him, grab him, there's only one of him..."

Xu Qing's indiscriminate killing attracted countless enemies to focus on him in horror, but like a ghost dancing on the tip of a knife, he quickly avoided after sensing the danger.

The enemy's bullets were so violent that they even tore apart the sandbags in front of him, and the sand flowed down.

He was not slightly injured by a single bullet.

So under the unbelievable observation of the American soldiers, they fired at least a dozen heavy machine guns in Xu Qing's direction, but they didn't hit the ghostly figure:

The "ghost" tried desperately to shift and dodge behind the sandbags, and had crossed the bunker unknowingly, and continued to run towards them in the dark night!

"God, can't he be killed..."

Some soldiers put down their machine guns in horror, and ran to the rear, where there were a lot of cars, tanks, and artillery, which was the safest place in their hearts.

But they didn't know that when they turned around, they became living targets.

Xu Qing's marksmanship and his eyes are like goshawks in the dark night, focusing on every enemy who shows his flaws.

Bang bang bang!
Even if he was squatting, he quickly picked up the gun and stuffed it into a magazine, and swiped it at a tricky angle.

The continuous bullets, like the coldest light in the night, shot the soldiers running backwards in circles of fireworks at the muzzle of the guns!

They cried, screamed, fell to the ground, and did not die immediately.

Some people wanted to rescue them, dragged them and continued to run back, but they were still hit by Xu Qing in various places on the abdomen and legs.

This scene.

Not only was it printed in the eyes of the volunteer soldiers along the way, but it was also deeply engraved in the hearts of these Americans!
On this small unnamed highland, the bodies of soldiers who died in battle were left everywhere, including Chinese, American, and a large number of Korean soldiers.

The wind and snow were still falling in the sky, but the snow that fell was not just white, but was dyed red and white by the blood mist in the air.On the battlefield in Xiajieyuli, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains——

Can't describe it enough at this moment!
(End of this chapter)