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Chapter 144 The Warrior Bathed in Blood on the Eastern Mountain Top [-]

His voice pierced the high ground like an iron horn, sonorous and resounding, but it still seemed faint under the artillery fire.

While running, the black mud was floating all over the sky, and I couldn't breathe at all, it was wet, wet, splashed with the blood of corpses on the ground, mixed with things of unknown color and smell...

boom.

A shell landed less than ten meters in front of him. The shock wave blasted him to the ground, and he slapped and slapped hard with the ups and downs of the ground. His whole body seemed to be falling apart. stand up.

'Old Guang...'

Xu Qingqiang braced himself, supported the ground, and continued to shout, but his whole body seemed to be submerged in water, he couldn't hear his own shout, he could only hear the buzzing of the world.

The entire mountain was jumping, mud and rocks were jumping, corpses were jumping, flames were jumping, there was no place to stop, the violent explosion and hundreds of thousands of degrees of fire burned the surrounding air as if it was boiling!

He shook his head vigorously, and the roar of the world slowly came into his mind again. The sound was so loud that his head was buzzing, it might as well not be heard.

Touching her cheek, Xu Qing felt a hot stream flowing down her ear.It was blood—the shock wave from that shell just now actually shattered his eardrum.

'damn it. '

He took out a ball of cotton from his clothes and hurriedly stuffed it around his ears to stop the bleeding, so as not to freeze, but he didn't care too much about it, so he immediately continued to run.

brush!brush!brush!
around.

The flames jumped up, exploded, and the black soil burst out.

The cannonball burst into brilliant flames, and he desperately predicted, dodged, shuttled, escaped the shock wave and explosion, and ran forward.

Xu Qing has played the modern [-] computer game, how similar is it to this, but how different is it?

There are countless lives in the game, if you can't avoid it, you have to start all over again.But there is only one life here, and all the soldiers on the battlefield here also have only one life, and if they are not careful, they will die.

It is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the daily temperature is [-] to [-] degrees below zero. It is the coldest winter in North Korea. He is already sweating densely, and his whole face is flushed like the firelight around him. This is also an extreme feeling for Xu Qing. The difficulty was high, and he had let go of his body to the extreme. From time to time, he was slapped on the ground by the impact of the explosion, and then he quickly got up enduring the pain and continued to run.

Running to the front edge of the northwest slope, near the blasted surrounding hills, Xu Qing vaguely saw a small piece of "gray" lying in the soil in front of him. His hearing gradually recovered, and he heard someone screaming.

He quickly noticed in the smoke that it was Guang Fusheng, the eighth squad leader, and he shouted: "Old Guang!"

Guang Fusheng was leading more than 20 soldiers and was lying behind the small mountain bag. Hearing the sound of Xu Qing running over and shouting, he shook his dizzy head after being blown away. He came, so he looked down and found that his lower body was covered with white bones and flesh, and his two legs had been blown off in half.

His face immediately turned pale.

Maybe it was because it was so cold that he didn't feel any pain, but there was no doubt that he was completely useless.

He waved his hand violently, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Don't come, you go, the enemy's artillery fire is fierce."

Xu Qing shouted: "Don't move, I'll pick you up right away..."

But before the words were finished, a large group of violent shells flew straight over, one by one fell on the slope of the hillside, and two of them directly plunged into the tunnel not far from Guangfusheng's feet.

boom! ! !
The next moment, it was as if it was raining in the sky, rushing hot blood rushed to his face, and then something flew over with a clatter.

"...Go back to the trench." Xu Qing was stunned, looking down, a severed hand was hanging on his neck, and he was covered in blood, and the snow was also sprinkled with blood, which was still warm.

slap.

The severed palm on his neck quickly slipped down and landed on the ground in front of him. The blue-red blood tendons connected to the cut were bubbling blood, soaking through the remaining half of the snow and swollen like a carrot. The five fingers still kept stretching forward and waving.

Looking up again, Guang Fusheng, who was lying on the ground just now, was gone.

Only a few fragments of limbs scattered on the ground remained.

A shell crater.

A pool of blood.

Xu Qing breathed hard into his chest, and there were endless words in his heart that he wanted to say, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Around [-] soldiers were on the ground holding their heads, and they saw it, getting up harder one by one, struggling in the shock wave, wanting to leave there with pain on their faces.

They are also human beings, even veterans who have fought for many years, most of them are only in their twenties, they are the sons of mothers, and they are young men who have not yet married. They will also feel scared when their lives are most painful and threatened. ...

Without time to be hurt, Xu Qing rushed over with a roar, tried his best to catch several people under the artillery fire, and dragged them out desperately.

The northwestern slope had been blown away, and there was no way to hide people. He quickly dragged the soldiers to the back of the mountain, then turned around and ran back to save people.

But it was immediately discovered that more than a dozen shells landed near the small simple tunnel. Seven or eight soldiers had just crawled out desperately, and were engulfed by the fireball in the explosion. Several people in the black and red flames were instantly killed. tear...

Puff puff.

This is the sound of the corpse being split, very slight and cruel, and the body parts are flying in the air in the shock wave.

The first thing many people bleed is not the body, but just like him, it is the eardrums. The sound of the cannonball undulates in the air, and the blood in the ears on both sides of the figure is splashed in the sky, and then the whole person falls down, and then falls in the blackness around him. On the lacquered ground, with the remnants of cotton clothes, a piece of blood sizzled on the hot black ground.

Xu Qing waved his hand and shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

But things don't stop as he wants.

There are camouflaged tanks and artillery arrays firing in the distance on the plain - and only when firing can you see their approximate positions.The Americans hid in the woods, in the ravines, wrapped in camouflage, and shelled them fiercely.

The artillery shells falling nearby, the shock wave shook the group of soldiers left and right, some people's bodies were continuously blasted and shot down in the air, and the whole people were floating like pieces of paper.

And soon, these "pieces of paper" were broken...

The shelling time was not long. In just seven or eight minutes, hundreds or even more shells exploded, dust was flying everywhere, sand was splashed, and the land was turned over and over again.

After an unknown period of time, the density of artillery fire finally dropped.

Xu Qing was able to rush over again, but it was hard to see a few intact people. He finally found a soldier who was knocked down nearby, and grabbed his cotton-padded jacket by the collar and dragged him out.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The soldier was screaming, his legs were blown off at an angle, and the half of his trousers from the waist down was completely blurred with blood, and his legs could no longer be seen clearly. The cross section of the wound was mixed with blood, black soil and broken sand on the ground He was in pain all over.

Xu Qing moved him to the rear, and the rest of the Seventh Company had emerged from the trenches after the artillery fire density decreased.

"Hygienist, where is the hygienist, save someone!" He turned around and shouted.

Mei Sheng who was behind saw them and rushed up: "Quick, quick, pay attention to air defense and take cover!"

Lei Gong and a row of soldiers ran out quickly.

The Seventh Company originally didn't have any health workers or medical soldiers, but they learned based on battlefield experience, taught by Xu Qing and Lei Gong, and added simple medical supplies captured by the US military.One person can be used by several people, play multiple roles, and barely grab it.

"Is there anyone alive?!"

"say……"

"say something!!!"

At this time, the artillery fire paused slightly, and Xu Qing ran back to the northwest slope covered in blood, shouting along the way.

But the top of the mountain has been blown down, and the surrounding ground is full of broken limbs and wreckage. No one responds, and there is no sign of movement.

Here is a hand, there is a broken foot, there are more blurred blood and flesh, messy blood clots, scattered on the hot, liquid and black soil, and you can step on a piece if you are not careful... …

He couldn't go any further.

Endless pain enveloped him, making him feel a little helpless in a daze.

But just at this moment, there was a faint murmur of voices from below the mountain ridge reaching his ears:

"That's a good chance...attack...go go go..."

Xu Qing swept his eyes, and immediately saw the Nicholas platoon that had just retreated rushing up again. Taking advantage of the gap between the artillery fire, they went up the steep snow slope alternately in groups of several people. Climbing, all of them carrying submachine guns and well-equipped bodies, bent over and gestured, sneaking up.

Xu Qing's eyes turned red instantly, and her teeth were almost crushed:
"Fuck you bastards, how dare you come up!!!"

He picked up the relics of the soldiers on the ground, a bunch of carbines and light machine guns were blown up, he picked out two that could still be fired, both guns were hot in his hands, and shot towards the bottom of the slope:

Tom tom tom tom tom!

The crowd of American soldiers who were climbing up the slope suddenly heard a whooping cry—it was a real shouting!
Shouts for father, mother, God, and help rang out again and again.

"Chinese! There are still Chinese living here..."

Xu Qing shot at the rampant enemy soldiers one by one, interrupting the shouting crowd, and knocking people down the slope to their knees.

"Hurry up, hurry up...the enemy is coming!" The soldiers of the Seventh Company also noticed that Xu Qing was shooting, and immediately dispatched a group of people to come forward to support.

After Xu Qing finished shooting, he threw away the gun, and then quickly changed the magazine, his eyes were full of murderous intent, extremely strong.

He has fought in North Korea for so long and killed an unknown number of enemies. He no longer has any burden for killing, and he has even become numb. Agitation.

According to the origin, these American devils, these Syngman Rhee puppet soldiers, actually don't have such a bloody hatred, at least they don't have the kind of hatred for the Japanese devils.But to this day, the hatred has accumulated more and more, not worse than the Japanese at all, because more and more soldiers have fallen around them.

They guarded this position for almost a week, and the enemy's firepower could not be exhausted, but their own people were killed, wounded, and comatose.

Xu Qing has been suffocating in his chest. For food, ammunition, supplies, and the lives of the soldiers, he has been aggrieved and forbearing these days. It is to defend this position and save everyone's lives. Now these defenders of the position Yet another piece died.

At this moment he completely exploded.

His eyes sparkled, and he shouted, "Mortars! Bring them all to me."

Song Weiguo was assisting Lei Gong to carry the wounded away for treatment, he hurriedly replied: "There are not enough bullets, only a dozen or so bullets left..."

Xu Qing turned back with red eyes: "I said, take them all here."

(End of this chapter)