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Chapter 141 The Warrior Bathed in Blood on the Eastern Mountain Peak Part [-]

The enemy didn't delay for long. On the steep hillside covered with scattered ice and snow, these marine soldiers bent over and carefully scattered upwards to launch an offensive. If they didn't observe in advance, it would not be easy to spot.

Seeing that they were still some distance away from the top of Xuefeng, everyone held their breath, waiting for the moment to give orders.

"Closer, closer..." Xu Qing stared at it with piercing eyes, patiently waiting for the best opportunity.

Familiar formation, familiar formation.

He knew that the one who launched the attack on the opposite side should be Lieutenant Nicholas, their old enemy, under the battalion commander Miles of the counter-offensive task force in Xiajieyu.

The several hills in this area are the main vein of Dongshan, occupying the position of the main peak in the geographical sense, and after the U.S. military has successively reinforced them in the past two days, they have captured several hills near Dongshan.Here they are the key to the next two sides to compete.

100 m.

80 m.

50 meters...

"get ready……"

Xu Qingmao can see with a pair of eyes, at this distance, it is already within the grenade throwing range that the Marine Corps is used to.

The first platoon, Lieutenant Nicholas, took the lead.It was not the first time that the lieutenant had dealt with Xu Qing, the more he went up, the more he could feel the quietness of the nearby positions.

The adjutant beside him said at the right time: "The trenches are gone, and those fortifications are gone. Will the Chinese be killed?"

Lieutenant Nicholas did not speak, but stretched his hand up.

The soldiers behind stopped one after another, and squatted down hiding on the slope of the hillside, their guns continued to point at the hill, although from their point of view - there was nothing there, as if there was only a piece of black soil.

The new recruits who came in by rotation were unknown, so only the soldiers who survived the attack in the past few days had alarm bells in their hearts, and they dared not take it lightly, because they knew that this was all an illusion of the Chinese.

They are not stupid, let alone idiots.

Understand that these Chinese soldiers who sniped them are by no means the kind of people who have nothing to eat—they always have a tenacious and amazing fighting will, and they will always emerge from every corner they think there will be no one.

brush!
Then a cavalry officer waved the flag, and the soldiers behind received the order one by one, and then took out the grenade from their chests, ready to pull the ring, and the heavy machine gun was also placed at a moderate angle, and the machine gunner started to prepare with sweaty palms ...

They are all nervous.Such battles with the mountains happened every day, and although more of the vassal troops died, the Marine Corps also suffered casualties.

Nicholas raised his hand up and did not move until the observing hand made a safe and sound gesture in the distance, then he looked at the silent highland and waved his hand: "Fire!"

At the same time, Xu Qing also saw their movements, and was waiting for the moment when they touched the grenade and the gun with their hands, the team froze for a few tenths of a second and there was a short gap.

He also blew the Osprey whistle in an instant:

"Fire--"

The two sides coincidentally carried out the first round of firefight today at the distance of 50 meters up and down!
The high ground, which was still extremely quiet just now, instantly became a Shura field where gunpowder exploded fiercely. The American Marine Corps moved a little slower, and the soldiers of the Seventh Company fired all kinds of weapons in their hands, machine guns, rifles, and thunder. , first sounded from the mountain, and soon became one.

The South Korean puppet army that Nicholas threw at the head immediately fell down a large piece, and each body burst into bright red blood in the black sand and barrage all over the sky, and fell down on the hillside.

They fell, and the U.S. troops behind them also fired, and the violent gunfire rang out on the hillside.

The two sides knew it well, no one exclaimed, they just exhausted all their strengths and exchanged fire towards the place where there were people with fire.

There was a sound of "bang", this Xu Qing was shooting, and soon headshot an enemy soldier, his brains popped out.

But his accuracy and shooting technique have long been famous in the U.S. military. Not long after he shot, Lieutenant Nicholas called again: "There's the sniper! Attack there..."

So another row of Mao Mao's soldiers behind the sandbags on the mountainside rushed out, and more than 30 people attacked Xu Qing's direction.

Pop, pop, pop!
The gunshots rang out loudly, shaking Xu Qing's ears buzzing. Dozens of hundreds of bullets flew towards him instead of going to other places. He could even feel the sound of the bullets as they roared and tore apart in the air. Seeing the steaming and bitter heat, it flew past his scalp.

Many of the small mounds hit in front of him, some of which had even pierced through the soil layer and pushed close to his body. He felt a slight pain, and he also broke out in a little cold sweat. Roll aside.

He blew his whistle and called Song Weiguo: "Don't stay with me, keep your distance."

The surrounding soldiers of the Seventh Company didn't see the situation on his side, but they could see a platoon of American troops over there concentrating fiercely in one direction, and they all understood.

"Cover! Cover!" Yu Congrong shouted.

At this time, in fact, there is not a lot of bullets for real fire suppression and cover, and everyone can only shoot as much as possible.

Taking this opportunity, Xu Qing had already escaped from the hiding place just now, while the soldiers over there were still shooting in a large area like a battered dirt bag.

"These people remember to eat but not to fight." He was also annoyed in his heart, if it wasn't for the lack of bullets, if it wasn't for the lack of aircraft and cannons, how could these people target him.

After finding a good location, Xu Qing took off the two sniper rifles he was carrying on his body. After firing one, he threw it to Song Weiguo: "Reload."

Then he picked up another gun and fired again.

"boom!"

A series of loud gunshots are especially discernible in the hail of bullets, because they all shot at the soldiers who were bending over and squatting at the foot of the hill, behind the hill and rocks.

Now Qilian also knows that the U.S. military will not necessarily retreat when they beat those Koreans, but if many Americans are killed, their chief executive will most likely hesitate and retreat.

So there was such a strange scene on the battlefield: the South Korean soldiers in the front row often worked crazily but were not thankful, and the number of fallen was not as many as at the beginning, while the American soldiers in the rear were frantically shrinking their heads and squeezing back , because every now and then a bullet hit their helmets through a gap that came out of nowhere.

The sound of gunfire echoed across the wilderness on the top of the highland, and there was only a soft "pop" in front of them, and then blood burst from the helmets of the soldiers from time to time.

Thanks to the forceful inertia of the bullets, the owners of these heads would throw themselves backwards, their bodies would seem to be limp, and they would fall heavily on the snowy slope. If you look closely, your brains would burst, and it would be impossible to save them. And die.

It wasn't the first time the soldiers saw it, and they were even used to it, but they still couldn't hide the look of fear in their eyes - as long as they saw someone's head tilted back slightly, they knew that this colleague was hopeless.

And in such a terrifying scene, no one knows if he will be the next one.

"Soldiers! Keep shooting, don't back off..."

There is a lot of restlessness in the battle team sequence, but under the command of the commander, he barely keeps calm and indifferent, which is the instinct of survival.Only by killing these Chinese enemies can they leave Xiajieyuli alive and return to the United States alive.

When Xu Qing kept firing bullets, he could also feel the fear and shrinking in the eyes of those soldiers, but he didn't retreat.

These marines have their own shooting indicators, and they must empty out all the bullets they carry up the mountain, otherwise they will die when they go back.

Less than half an hour into the battle, the firepower of the Volunteer Army has weakened significantly, because everyone's bullets are running out, so they can only use sparingly.

He could see that the two machine gun squads led by Guang Fusheng on the hill to the west had put away their machine guns.Because the bullet has bottomed out, the only way to hit him is to get close to the bayonet, and this is not what Xu Qing wants to see.

He hastily blew his whistle: "No impact! No impact! All keep the formation..."

(End of this chapter)