Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 123 The Last Night of the Moon

Thanks to the experience and memory of the mechanic, he can already modify the gun by himself.

In the battle last night, there were no commanding heights around, and the flashes of the muzzles were very obvious. As soon as the Americans saw the flashes of fire, they would pull the machine guns and spread the fire.

Xu Qing's sniper advantage is difficult to play.

He has already reported to the regiment headquarters, applying for one or two pieces of firearms and equipment seized by the Americans.

In order to play a more powerful role in the next battle, he must improve his combat effectiveness in all aspects as much as possible.

"coming!"

Hearing the sound, Song Weiguo crawled over on the snowy ground carrying a large bag of things wrapped in cloth strips.

Xu Qing took it, and slowly spread out the cloth bag on the snow.

Inside revealed two brand new rifles.

One is a bolt-action rifle used by the U.S. Army, the Springfield rifle, and the other is the semi-automatic Garand rifle he is familiar with. There are several slender sniper scopes and accessories beside him.

Seeing his doubts, Song Weiguo hurriedly said:

"In the regiment, the Americans pay for it these days. No one knows how to use it. We applied for Qilian and gave it all to us. I sent it over as soon as I got it."

Xu Qing nodded.

He understands that on the current Korean battlefield, not only our volunteers are not very good at using these sniper equipment, but the Americans are also the same.

In this era, the Americans have just had the atomic bomb, and they generally believe that they no longer need so-called snipers, nor do they need such professional equipment. "Sniping" is the prerogative of rear commanders.

Xu Qing has never seen the U.S. Marine Corps equipped with scopes to fight until now, and only the veteran guard of honor like the [-]st U.S. Cavalry Division he met in Wild Pine Ridge had some stocks in stock.

The sniper culture, known as the soul of the US military's land warfare, is far from being established at this time.

Song Weiguo was curious: "Is this thing useful?"

"It's useful, just like a telescope, but don't be too superstitious."

There are several m-type scopes inside, similar to his previous ones, all of which are [-] times.

Xu Qing looked at one of the crosshair scopes.

That is the American-made m73 scope. In later generations, it has another well-known advanced version, which is the prototype of the anti-material sniper rifle Barrett m82.

But Xu Qing didn't choose it.

Instead, he picked up another unattractive long tube mirror.

This is a four-magnification sniper scope made in Germany. It has a long handle and a funnel-shaped front lens, making it look like a slender flashlight.

But it is this small thing that contains infinite murderous intent.

"Okay, that's enough."

Xu Qing picked up the scope, and took a half-worn flash hider and leather cheek pads.

He looked at some of the remaining components, "These things are very helpful for sniping, you take them to share with Pinghe and the others."

"it is good."

Song Weiguo nodded, rewrapped the things and put them on his chest, and immediately crawled to the other end of the forest.

Xu Qing turned his attention to these parts.

He took out his Garand, and using a tapered screw, he slowly fixed the horn-shaped flame arrester on the bayonet bolt, tightening it firmly so that it would not shake.

Then pick up the sight and use the tool to mount it on the left side of the barrel.

This mirror is very flexible and has a field of view up to four times. The above model should be a product of World War II, but it is very new.

I don't know which enemy team handed it over, and it was left in the army's logistics warehouse to eat ashes until now, when it was mounted on Xu Qing's gun, it glowed with a biting light again!
Xu Qing adjusted it carefully.

The high-magnification telescope can significantly improve the accuracy of identifying targets, and the flame hider makes his whereabouts even more unpredictable.

The sniper has always only come in and out in the dark, and when everything is ready, his assassination time is coming!
At this moment.

The whole sky was dim, and the sky was cloudy and gloomy. The night did not pass completely, and the day did not come completely.

The bright xenon searchlights of the enemy tanks in the distance have strong enough reflected light within a range of one or two miles, showing off their power like monsters trekking in the morning.

Just as Xu Qing was adjusting the sniper rifle.

The Seventh Company is eating quickly, recuperating and resting, and transporting ammunition from the rear for quick replenishment.After a brief rest, they will immediately go into battle again.

Having just walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood mountains, everyone's spirits are not very good. Even the veterans of the Seventh Company who are used to seeing death will be numb even now.

They rushed upwards, but the enemy's bullets were always faster than them.

Many people were wounded, some had lost arms, some had holes in their legs by shrapnel, some had dirty gauze wrapped around their necks, and they were gritting their teeth to wrap up the wounds.

Yu Congrong hid in the snow, huddled into a ball, and he, who was usually the most noisy, also calmed down.

Xu Qing glanced at Yu Congrong, who was about five or six meters away from him, and seemed to be messing with something by himself.

After Song Weiguo gave Pinghe the sniper scope, he lay down next to him, watched his movements, and asked curiously:

"what are you doing?"

"nothing……"

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Yu Congrong twisted his body around.

It turned out that he was hiding in a small corner under the tree, with a small wooden sign carved with a bayonet, and a string of American military plates hung on it.

Song Weiguo whispered: "Why did you engrave this?"

Some of Yu Congrong's bosses were unwilling, and his expression was rare and a little embarrassed:
"I'm afraid that I will fall on the battlefield in the future... No one will know, so keep it in mind."

At this time, after a night of fighting, Yu Congrong was covered with scarves all over his body, including the blood of the enemy and his own.

His entire face was blue and purple from the cold, his arms were bandaged, and there were wounds, but the blood had already solidified, and his face was a little pale, because he was shocked by the aftermath of a nearby shell when he retreated.

"Just talk a lot."

The weather was very cold, Yu Congrong rolled his eyes at Song Weiguo, tremblingly said: "Don't laugh at me, I didn't learn from Pinghe..."

Xu Qing asked: "How many?"

He means the number of kills.

Yu Congrong wrung his fingers: "That's at least... there are about twenty of them."

"All Americans?"

"That can't be done, Americans are thieves, all retreat, and Syngman Rhee's soldiers are carrying bullets for free..."

When Yu Congrong said this, he suddenly remembered: "By the way... don't you have hundreds of thousands of miles?"

"More than that." Song Weiguo raised his voice slightly from the side: "Our team leader was on the Dead Eagle Ridge, but we killed more than 200 polar bear soldiers."

"Does that count?"

"Why not?"

"Then I also put in a lot of effort, I don't know if I can share a few of them on my head..."

The two chatted quietly.

The other soldiers were lying in the snow nest with their guns in their arms, their eyes closed and resting their minds, and it took a while to catch up on sleep. Few of them could maintain their spirit like him.

After a while.

Wu Qianli finally came back after reporting.

The team of the third battalion was in another forest. As soon as he came back, he saw everyone sitting and lying down to rest. The closer he got, the lighter his steps.

Qianli lay down in the snow exhausted, took off his gun and put it in his hand, falling asleep.

But immediately opened his eyes again.

Because he suddenly noticed that Xu Qing was lying motionless in the snow with his rifle in his hand, the planes roared in the sky, and he was as still as a sculpture.

Wu Qianli: "Wanli?"

"what?"

Xu Qing turned around.

He was just checking the upgrade of the system interface.

Hearing the reply, Qianli immediately relaxed.

He turned over: "...Oh, it's okay."

Xu Qing passed for a while.

Only then did I understand that what Qianli just said was - "not dead".

He wanted to tell him about Yang Gensi, but when he turned his head, he found that Qianli Ren was already snoring.

This unimaginably tough tough man with a baby face actually slept soundly like a baby at this moment.

How long has it been since you slept well?
The movements of Xu Qing's hands stopped immediately.

Looking at Wu Qianli's frosty and haggard face, his brows were still furrowed in sleep, he gently put down his hands.

Being the company commander is really tiring. Last night he was always in the first place, and he had to command the entire seventh company at any time. The strings in his mind never relaxed for a moment.

Xu Qing carefully covered Qianli with clothes.

Then look around quietly:

Pinghe and Song Weiguo were huddling together, holding their machine guns and covering their ammunition boxes to keep them from getting cold; Yu Congrong was humming an out-of-tune tune while engraving; Bloodshot; the other soldiers counted one by one, holding their guns close to each other and taking a nap...

It was freezing cold outside, and the gunfire continued.

The rare silence in the woods, with a hint of silence, Liao Yuan's singing.

Everything seems to have returned to the moment when they first entered North Korea. In Donglin Mountain, they were singing quietly that night, and then they ushered in a hearty victory.

Different scenes, same people.

So what will happen this time?
Xu Qing looked up at the sky. The moon in the early morning sky was cold and yellow, and US military planes were flying in it.

(End of this chapter)