Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 50 Who is the hunter and who is the prey?
Of the twelve soldiers, more than half were killed by the concentrated explosion of the grenade, while the remaining five soldiers were in a panic, with nowhere to hide, and their entire bodies were exposed to Xu Qing's vision.

He shot three times in a row and killed two of them, and the remaining three soldiers also saw the miserable appearance of their companions and the sudden sniping of bullets.

They reacted very quickly, and immediately dropped their guns and knelt on the ground, raised their hands, and seemed to be yelling something loudly...

The distance was very far, Xu Qing just pretended not to see it, and pulled the trigger continuously.

The bullets shuttled through the boundless wind and snow like a sharp sword, or hit the head, and the brain burst; or shot the right chest, and died on his back.

If there is a slow motion at this time, following the direction of the bullet, you can find how decisive and precise each shot of Xu Qing is, with a killing spirit that penetrates the soul.

With the last bullet, he shifted slightly and shot the crying soldier in the thigh, causing him to fall to the ground.

And the three officers who were observing with binoculars at the foot of the hill also seemed frightened by the explosion in front of them and the soldiers being shot and killed.

Taking this opportunity, Xu Qing immediately changed the position, and then changed the magazine.

After Xu Qing reloaded the ammunition, there was only the uncontrollable scream of the last soldier on the flat ground. The howling sound spread all around, and it was particularly terrifying in this wild valley full of corpses.

Xu Qing didn't shoot again, but lay down quietly.

The three officers who were hiding behind the bunker never showed up.

The angle he chose again was facing the downhill road. If they retreated, he would be able to see it;

If he stepped forward and chose to treat the survivor who was intentionally left behind by him, he would undoubtedly be exposed directly in front of his eyes.

The prey...is about to jump into the trap set by the hunter.

.........

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

The wooden house caused by the explosion was burning, and the fire was crackling and flickering in the snow. After losing the gunshots, Cross felt that the scene just now seemed to be an illusion.

But he also knew that this was not an illusion - because the private who was still screaming in the open space was his subordinate, the huge bleeding wound on his leg was so vivid!
Cross swore that today was by no means his lucky day, because the team he personally led was attacked three times in a row, all of which suffered heavy casualties.

A few days ago, Cross was still talking about Mexican jokes with everyone on the way forward, but halfway, the company he was in was beaten into scattered troops by the Chinese who fell from the sky.

Several second lieutenants and lieutenants he was familiar with were laughing at each other about the terrible weather in the Far East one moment, discussing the butt girls in magazines, and were killed by grenades in the next second.

He thought he would do the same, but unexpectedly found that after putting down his weapons, the Chinese didn't pursue him, which made him survive by luck.And he just met Captain Fields yesterday, and was attacked by the enemy on the way this evening.

They wore khaki cotton clothes, without any marks on their bodies, and they all had Asian faces. They looked no different from the Korean soldiers, but Cross had never seen Chinese soldiers so brave and good at fighting.

He participated in World War II. In his impression, aren't Chinese people all sallow and emaciated farmers?

After they returned to the temporary station, they were sent out by Captain Fields to search for supplies. Unexpectedly, it took a long time before they were ambushed again.

Cross is very desperate, if this continues, he is afraid that he will lose the chance to see his wife and daughter again.They were still waiting at his grandmother's for Christmas when he came back to chop the turkey.

It was obviously very cold at the moment, but the dense sweat on his forehead had already wetted his brown hair, and the frozen hair turned into icicles. He squeezed his throat vigorously, and asked a sergeant next to him:
"Vad, do you see where the enemy is?"

Vader is very young, he just joined the army in Washington this year, a 21-year-old boy, is his communications soldier.

He was also very nervous, lying on the back of the mountain: "Second Lieutenant, with all due respect, I don't even know how all this happened?"

Cross turned to look at the other: "Charlie?"

Charlie is a Texan with a moustache and the style of a Texas cowboy, with a fierce look on his face: "This must be a conspiracy! We shouldn't listen to Fields, we have been crazy since a week ago The encounter with the enemy's attack is the same as today - we don't even know who the enemy is, where they come from, and it has fallen to such a point..."

Cross took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his brow:
"Stop! Cowboy, now is not the time to talk about these things. Jack is still alive, that is a trap! The enemy must have discovered us early in the morning, and there may be ambushes all around. No matter how we think about it, whether we can see Captain Firth alive is a question It's unknown!"

The young man Vader hesitated, and said, "Sir, why don't we surrender?"

Before Cross could speak, Charlie had already raised the gun: "This is impossible!"

Cross quietly popped his head out and saw the blood clots and corpses on the ground in front of him. He shuddered, turned around and said in a low voice: "...I'm afraid our enemies don't intend to make us surrender either!"

"Then what shall we do?" Vader asked nervously.

Cross' face was gloomy. They were stuck on this hillside, with the extremely cold temperature on one side and the flames driving people to hell on the other.

And until now, they haven't even found out how many enemies there are or where they are.

By Jesus...it's just unbelievable!

Have they ever encountered such an opponent, such an embarrassing experience, such a desperate situation?

"How much firepower do we have left?" Cross asked.

Charlie: "M3 submachine gun, M1919A6 light machine gun, BAR automatic rifle, and a bazooka, there are still grenades left, all here...Damn it, it's all a good thing Fields did, we have to dismantle the boys in our platoon, otherwise We drove armored vehicles and tanks, how could so many people die!"

Cross frowned: "You use the machine gun to fire at suspicious places, and Little Vader follows me, trying to retreat down."

Charlie nodded sharply: "Don't worry! I will let this despicable enemy who hides in the dark and dare not show up taste the greetings from the west!"

Cross: "Be careful, Charlie, don't expose yourself."

He took out a bottle of white wine in the pocket of the thick woolen military uniform, took a sip vigorously, and then grabbed Wade: "Don't be nervous, are you ready, soldier."

Little Vader swallowed and nodded, "I'm fine, sir."

"Let's go."

They lay on the snow, carefully observing the surrounding situation, and at the same time retreating slowly towards the way they came.

Charlie spat hard on the ground, shouting in his mouth: "I'll let you see how awesome I am!"

He copied the light machine gun in front of him and put it on the snow. He huddled up, carefully put his head on the slope to observe, and then fired wildly at the surrounding places:
"Ahh! Go to hell, bastard!"

chug, chug, chug!
Vader turned back nervously: "Sir, Sergeant Charlie opened fire!"

Cross lay on the snow in a low voice: "Shut up, don't talk, look around."

Amid the sound of machine gunfire, they carefully moved part of their bodies sideways.But not for a while, Charlie said nervously again:
"Sir, there is a situation 50 yards away!"

Cross glanced at it, and there was nothing at all: "Do you use feet, idiot!"

"Sir..."

puff!
Suddenly there was a gunshot behind him across the air, the sound of bullets piercing into the flesh, and the machine gun stopped.

Cross and Vader turned their heads immediately, and saw that Charlie had been shot in the throat, and lay down limply. Warm blood mixed with snow water flowed down the hillside and flowed in front of them.

"Charlie!"

Cross couldn't help shouting.Because he heard Charlie muttering unwillingly: "Damn...Damn Fields..."

Cross saw that only half of his helmet was exposed, and understood: "The enemy is a sniper! A demon hiding in the shadows!"

Seeing this, Little Vader's face turned paler by seven or eight points. He watched Charlie's limp body slowly slide down the hillside, his eyes widened and he looked at himself. It's Gululu's blood...

Suddenly, he yelled, stood up, raised his hands frantically and shouted:

"I'm done (I'm done), I'm done (I'm done), please don't kill me!"

"Vad, what are you doing!"

Cross wanted to catch him but failed, because Vader was already running up the hill while shouting, and he took off the white cloak on his body and shook it wildly.

"I cast..."

boom!
"Wade!"

Cross watched Vader get shot and fell to the ground, screaming.

He wanted to rush forward, but his instincts stopped him.He took a deep breath and took out the exquisite whiskey bottle from his pocket, and opened the pocket watch on his chest.

Inside are photos of his wife and daughter. His little Dorje, who has just turned six years old this year, is shouting at home all day that when she grows up, she will become a female Marine Corps soldier and follow him to fight abroad.

Above is her beautiful appearance in a white dress. Her fair skin and warm smile are clearly visible in the black and white photo.

"Little Duoji, don't join the army like your father, the U.S. Army is not easy to be in, and people will die..."

Cross downed the rest of the white wine vigorously, smashed it hard on the snow, then leaned his back against the hillside, and shouted:

"I remember you, it's you - the 'ghost' this evening, ahuh, eh? Hey man, your gun is really accurate, can you understand me?"

He was yelling loudly, but his body was moving carefully. He quietly picked up the rocket launcher in his hand, loaded the ammunition, and wanted to turn around and fight back—he had just seen the flame from the muzzle of the sniper rifle.

"Hey, buddy, are you interested in coming out to fight one-on-one..."

At a certain moment, he felt that it was almost done, bit off the pull ring with his teeth, and threw two grenades in two directions with his hands.

Boom, boom!
With the help of the fireworks produced by the explosion of the grenade, he suddenly turned around and jumped out, and was about to launch the rocket launcher in one direction:

"Did you fall for it?! You son of a bitch..."

But the next moment-

boom!
A shot went off.

.........

After Xu Qing was sure that all the enemies had been dealt with, after observing for a long time, he slowly moved over, groping and scraping everyone's belongings.

He saw a bazooka, a machine gun, and liquor.Soon, he saw a pocket watch next to the corpse of the enemy soldier. The pocket watch was open, and the photo on the inside of the cover was covered with blood.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Without your aggression, there would be no war."

(End of this chapter)