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Chapter 128 The Last Roar on the Highland II

Whoosh whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! ! !
With a huge air piercing sound, the bullets burning the metal casing seemed to make the most ear-piercing and frightening sound that can only be found in movie scenes!
They swirled in the air, and with huge inertia, they plunged into the depths of the enemy formation!
After a light-weight American tank was the first to suffer, a cloud of mushroom-shaped smoke burst out of the black flame with red flames. In an instant, the shock wave swept down a small piece of American corpses around it.

The firepower network on the opposite side was inevitably disturbed, and the rain of shells that swept across the sky soon weakened a lot.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company seized the opportunity in this dangerous situation.

Everyone is firing with all their might!
Obviously, the Americans did not treat the Korean soldiers as human beings. Although the formation of the upward charge was scary, it was not particularly scattered, but more like their human barrier.

As soon as the first round of gunfire was fired, dozens of South Korean soldiers rolled down the hillside amidst screams.

"Don't let them rush up..."

Wu Qianli was shouting, but the soldiers couldn't hear him anymore.

Enemy tanks were firing, their guns were firing, and the roar was so loud that no one could hear them clearly.

Xu Qing was holding this American M19 machine gun on the side of the hillside, aiming at the enemy troops rising up from the slope, and the tongue of flames burst from the muzzle of the gun.

Glaring, breathing fire, blood rushing up!

This is what Xu Qing, Yu Congrong, Song Weiguo, Wu Qianli, Mei Sheng, etc., the soldiers of the Seventh Company look like now!
The Seventh Company has always fought mostly with rifles, mainly guerrilla and roundabout combat, and rarely used machine guns frontally, because they are not rich and powerful like the Americans, and their bullets are not unlimited.

No matter how fierce the fighting spirit is in everyone's heart, they should use it sparingly as much as possible.

But at this time, it was an extremely dangerous encounter, and it was an extremely dangerous situation. Facing such a dense crowd of heads, no matter how hard you beat them, no matter how you focused your fire, it would not be an exaggeration!
"Head! Head!"

The soldiers chased after each other, facing the artillery fire pouring down from the tanks below, they fired all kinds of weapons in their hands one after another, venting the most thorough anger in their hearts with whizzing rounds of bullets.

They threw rifles, machine guns, and grenades into the crowd of enemy troops.

for a while.

There was a wail of wailing at the bottom of this straight hillside, and the Korean soldiers in the front row screamed in groups, and fell on the slope in the white snow and scorched soil!

"Hold on, soldiers!"

"Rush up! Find those Chinese, we will have support soon..."

Those Americans who were safe and sound in the rear were also shocked by the artillery fire from the Seventh Company.

They themselves have avoided it in a small area, which seems to acknowledge the instinct engraved in their genes.But it’s not over yet, and they are still loudly driving the Korean soldiers under them to continue to charge upwards. I don’t know if it’s because the volunteers chased and blocked them two days ago. .

"Fuck, these Americans are crazy today."

Xu Qing roared and kept asking Song Weiguo for ammunition.

Because the heavy machine gun has a relatively fixed shooting point and is easy to get angry, the light machine in Xu Qing's hand is more suitable for him. Even without a scope, it is not as powerful as a heavy machine gun, but it is more flexible and swift.

Excellent recoil and performance make his bullets also very accurate, and he can also give full play to his advantages as a volunteer "ghost" sniper.

If it is said that other soldiers fired with guns, it was the raindrops rushing towards the enemy, while the bullets in his hand were more like cold needles piercing the enemy.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, extremely fierce!

This is the state of his machine gun firing, every shot is just right, every bullet can hit the enemy!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
While Xu Qing was shooting, he also saw many Korean puppet soldiers who had been shot and injured, crawling down the ground.

Because the soldiers of the Seventh Company, including Xu Qing, in order to save ammunition, mostly chose to shoot at a large area above their chest and waist.

This also led to the firepower of all the soldiers including Xu Qing, making the enemy group more injured than dead.

These Smecta soldiers who were injured and fell to the ground stretched out their hands to pray for the help of the American soldiers behind them. They pinned their hope of life on these Americans and hoped to lend a helping hand to them.

But Xu Qing quickly revealed such an expression:

Because those Americans ran away without turning their heads, they simply ignored the large number of Korean wounded left on the ground!

Dozens of American soldiers held their guns and hid in a sheltered place on the slope's slope to avoid the bullets hitting the mountain.

How do they care about these people's lives?

In the eyes of Americans, the lives of Asians are not as important as them. Only by keeping their "own people" intact can they win the war.

But this is also in Qilian's arms.

The firepower of everyone on Xu Qing's side has been chasing after them, even though many bullets were blocked by the South Korean troops, Qilian still clearly remembered——

Their first target still has to be the Americans.

"Preparing to catch Americans...huh?"

While Song Weiguo was reloading, he carefully observed the field of vision with his eyes, and suddenly saw a group of sneaky figures leaving the team.

He narrowed his eyes and carefully discerned:
It was a Korean who was charging with a submachine gun. He was very prominent in the front row of the charging team. He kept directing several combat teams around him to suppress the firepower. He led a team of combat teams, Dodge incoming bullets by rolling over hillsides.

Then, in a blink of an eye, it rolled over the side of the ridge and disappeared.

Xu Qing immediately understood: This is a master!
This guy wanted to rush up the hill secretly, approaching the Seventh Company's position.

In fact, he almost succeeded.

Their angles are very tricky, and they are not particularly conspicuous amidst the rumbling gunfire. If Xu Qing hadn't spotted him, they would have really let him succeed!

"Song Weiguo, call someone!"

He stared closely, and without shooting immediately, he pointed over there:

"Get ready to hit that, someone is going to rush up - wait for him to hit him as soon as he shows up later."

Song Weiguo didn't ask why, and trusted Xu Qing: "Okay!"

The Korean did not know his name and looked very young. He led a small team at the end of the side mountain ridge and was sneaking up.

Xu Qing was less than 90 or [-] meters away from him, and he could even clearly see the distinct Asian face under the shiny steel helmet, thin lips, light beard, and a pair of fierce single eyelids!
This is a bit similar to the Koreans in his impression, but it is not like that, because this person's face is full of extremely fierce eyes, like a man-eating wolf, and he has seen many dull-eyed, laughing eyes There is a big difference between the laughing South Korean Rhee Syngman Bing.

Apparently, this is a very experienced veteran, possibly even a combat hero of their country's army.

Xu Qing could already see half of his head, and this person didn't touch it for the first time. He had been camouflaging in the snow, waiting for the gap between the soldiers of the Seventh Company's gunshots.

He waved his hand intentionally, and asked a squad of soldiers on their side to stop for a while, pretending to change bombs.

really.

next moment--

In an instant, I saw the Korean climb up from the ground unharmed, with a submachine gun and a grenade in his hand, and I was so overjoyed that I wanted to throw and hit him here...

But soon.

Holding the gun, Xu Qing raised a hand:

"Fuck him!"

Brush brush!
A dozen soldiers had been waiting for a long time, and immediately turned their guns and focused their fire there.

Xu Qing also pulled the trigger, and the bullets whizzed out of the chamber.

Clap clap clap clap!
That guy didn't expect that Xu Qing was waiting for him at all, his movements seemed fierce and fierce, but amidst the mass of bullets, even if he was the Korean god of war, he had to fall obediently!

Xu Qing aimed at the head, and in the process of rushing up the mountain, he finally hit the upper body of the Korean Smecta.

When he fell down, his eyes were still so unwilling and fierce, as if Xu Qing had a blood feud with him!
"Dogs can't change eating *!"

Seeing this guy's last look, Xu Qing didn't know whether he was angry or funny. These Korean soldiers got used to kneeling and kneeling, and forgot who they were and what kind of people they were!
Just treat the Americans as their fathers, and people take their lives like this, they are still licking, and they are still rushing up obediently, it is simply extremely stupid!

But this person seems to be the leader of this group of Korean soldiers. As soon as he fell, some soldiers rushed to drag his body back, and then found that he was so cold that he couldn't be colder, and the terrified Korean sounded near the mountain:

"Gulu Gulu Smecta is dead!"

The surrounding combat teams immediately hesitated to raise funds, as if they didn't know what to do.

But Xu Qing didn't care about them, and continued to shoot with the soldiers, and the machine gun bullets fell on them, smashing the guys who came forward into a sieve.

"Do you want to go to a military court, you are not allowed to retreat..."

As for the remaining Koreans who were still alive, after the leader died, even though the Americans were still shouting exhaustedly behind them, and even shot and killed some retreating soldiers, many of them stopped unconsciously. Step up.

Obviously the mountain ridge was less than tens of meters away from them, and the spikes on the ridge that were bombed by tanks were uneven, but it still seemed so far away, and some timid ones were already running down with their feet.

The ordinary U.S. soldiers behind were even more afraid of death. They couldn't tell whether they were happy or unhappy when they saw that their Asian advance team was unable to fight and was dragged back in the ebb tide.

But the tanks behind them continued to fire.

It's not so easy to hit the Seventh Company, Xu Qing has already determined that due to the constraints of the terrain, the soldiers hid on the side of the mountain top, and the angle of elevation of the tank is only so large, so it is difficult to hit directly.

If it hits high, it will fly directly over this small highland mountain range and rush to the deserted wilderness.If it is lowered, it will cut on the positive slope as before.

In addition to setting off waves of earthquakes, it will not cause any casualties.

However, their fierce anti-aircraft fire, the bombardment of machine guns and gun barrels did make the whole mountain tremble, and the mountains were lifted one by one, and the altitude dropped by more than ten meters. From the perspective of momentum, the goal was indeed achieved.

Just as Xu Qing changed his position behind the mountain and used a telescope to observe the fleeing direction of the Korean soldiers, he heard another loud bang!
A cannonball that set off an air wave flew not far above his head, as if whizzing past his forehead.

The cotton cap he was wearing on his head flew out in an instant.

Song Weiguo: "Our position is exposed!"

Xu Qing's heart was pounding for a while, but she didn't panic:
"Don't worry, hold on."

This was actually expected. After the Seventh Company’s heavy machine guns and guns fired, the shooting location was fixed, and the scene of the shells shooting down was more vivid. The US military is not a fool, and they will also find this.

Xu Qing could also see their determination from the actions of these Americans. Those commanding officers probably had received orders that were quite stressful.

The anti-aircraft machine guns and side-by-side machine guns on the tank turrets continued to attack the hillside after the assault team had no choice but to retreat.

Soldiers can't do it, artillery fire comes.

Several of the light Joffre tanks that were not seriously damaged also began to drive in from the hillsides on both sides in a small way, trying to raise their shooting angle.

Because on a flat place, their shots can only reach the top of the hillside, but not the ridgeline.

But will Qilian be afraid?

Qilian was already ready.

Their cannons would be fine if they didn't fire, and a dozen was amazing. The enemy tanks had just climbed up a certain slope. Before the U.S. military could react, Lei Gong continued to wave his hand, letting the gunners slip a round of shells into the barrel:

"put!"

"put!"

"put!!!"

(End of this chapter)