His voice pierced the high ground like an iron trumpet, sonorous and loud, but it still seemed weak amid the artillery fire.

As I ran, black mud was floating all over the sky, making it impossible to breathe. It was moist, moist, splashed with the blood of the corpses on the ground, mixed with something of unknown color and smell...

The entire mountaintop is jumping, mud and rocks are jumping, corpses are jumping, and flames are jumping, without stopping anywhere. Violent explosions and hundreds of thousands of degrees of fire make the surrounding air seem to be boiling!

boom.

A cannonball landed less than ten meters in front of him. The shock wave caused him to lie down on the ground quickly. He was slapped again and again as the land undulated. His whole body seemed to be falling apart. It took a long time for him to fall apart.

stand up.

'Lao Guang...'

Xu Qingqiang braced himself and held his support on the ground. He continued to shout, but his whole body seemed to be soaked in water. He could not hear his own shouts, and could only hear the buzzing of the world.

He shook his head vigorously, and the roar of the world slowly entered his mind again, but it was still not clear.

He touched his cheek and felt a hot stream of heat flowing down from his ear. It was blood - the sound of the artillery cracked his eardrum.

'--damn it!'

Xu Qing took out a ball of cotton from his clothes and hastily stuffed it in his ears to stop the bleeding and prevent him from freezing. He couldn't care about much else and immediately started running.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

around.

The shells emitted brilliant flames as they exploded. He tried his best to predict, dodge, shuttle, escape the shock wave and explosion, and ran forward.

Xu Qing has played the modern 4399 computer game. How similar is it to this, but how different is it?

There are countless lives in the game. You can't escape it and 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. If you are not careful, you will die.

He has let go to the extreme.

It is now the twelfth lunar month of winter, with temperatures of forty to fifty degrees below zero on a daily basis. It is the coldest winter in North Korea. He is already sweating heavily, and his whole face is flushed just like the firelight around him.

This was also extremely difficult for him. From time to time, he was hit by the impact of the explosion and hit the ground. He could only endure the pain and get up and continue running.

Running to the front edge of the northwest slope, near the blasted surrounding hills, Xu Qing vaguely saw a small "grey" lying in the soil in front of him, and someone was moaning.

Xu Qing's hearing gradually recovered and he noticed that it was Guang Fusheng, the eighth squad leader.

"You are hurt?"

He was lying behind the small hill with more than 20 soldiers. Most of them were injured, covering their heads, curling up, and crawling into the black soil of the bunker - because there was really not much to stop them.

things that are covered up.

Guang Fusheng raised his head, covered in blood: "It's okay - Wan Li, please leave quickly! The enemy's artillery fire is fierce."

Xu Qing was overjoyed: "Don't move, I will take you back to the trench right away..."

But before he could finish his words, a large group of powerful artillery shells flew straight over, falling one by one on the slope of the hillside, and two of them pierced directly into the tunnel not far from Guang Fusheng's feet.

boom!

!

The next moment, a severed palm hung on Xu Qing's neck with a snap. He looked down and saw that the snow was covered with blood, and the five fingers on the palm were still stretched forward.

The person lying on the ground in front of him was already gone.

Xu Qing's throat rumbled.

"The squad leader was blown up by American soldiers..."

The surrounding soldiers were holding their heads on the ground. They also saw that they all got up harder and harder, struggling in the shock wave, with pain on their faces, trying to get out of there.

They are also human beings. Even veterans who have been fighting for many years are mostly only in their twenties. They are the sons of mothers and young men who have not yet married. They will also feel scared at this most painful time when their lives are most threatened...

…

"do not move!"

Xu Qing didn't have time to be hurt. He shouted loudly, telling the remaining soldiers not to move, and then rushed over, desperately grabbing a few people under the gunfire and dragging them out.

The northwest slope facing the front had been blown up, and there was no way to hide people. He quickly dragged these soldiers to the back of the mountain, then immediately turned around and ran back to rescue people.

But right away——

More than a dozen shells landed outside the small simple trench. As soon as seven or eight soldiers climbed out desperately, they were engulfed by the fireball in the explosion. Several people in the black and red flames were instantly torn apart...

…

Puff puff.

This was the sound of a corpse being torn apart. It was very slight and very cruel. The body parts were scattered around, with some remnants of cotton clothes attached. The ground was covered in blood and sizzling on the hot black soil...

Xu Qing: "Get down, don't get up..."

But things didn't stop as he shouted.

There are camouflaged tanks and artillery arrays firing in the far distance of the plain - and their general position can only be seen when they are firing. The Americans are hiding in the woods and ravines, wrapped in camouflage, and are shelling them fiercely.

With.

The shock waves from the shells falling nearby shook the group of soldiers left and right. Some people's bodies were continuously shot up and shot down in the air. Their whole bodies were floating like pieces of paper, and soon, the pieces of paper shattered...

The first thing that bleeds on someone's body is not the body, but just like him, it's the eardrums. The sound of cannons undulates in the air. Blood spurts from both ears of the figure, sprinkling in the sky, and then the whole person collapses...

The shelling didn't last long. In just seven or eight minutes, hundreds or even more shells exploded. Dust and sand were flying everywhere, and the land was turned over again.

The density of artillery fire decreased.

Xu Qing rushed over again, grabbed a soldier who was knocked down nearby, grabbed the back collar of his cotton-padded coat and dragged him out.

“Ahhhh!

!" The soldier was screaming. Two of his legs were blown off in half, leaving a pool of flesh and blood from the waist down. The cross-section of the wound was mixed with the broken sand on the ground, causing excruciating pain all over his body.

Xu Qing moved him to the rear. After the density of artillery fire decreased, others from the Seventh Company had already emerged from the trenches.

He hurriedly called out: "Hygiene, where is the health worker? Help people quickly!"

Mei Sheng from behind saw them and waved back quickly:

"Quick, quick, pay attention to air defense and take cover!"

Lei Gong and a row of soldiers immediately ran out quickly.

The Seventh Company originally did not have a health worker, so they learned from battlefield experience, taught by Xu Qing and Lei Gong, as well as simple medical supplies captured by the US military. One person was used by several people and played multiple roles, and they barely managed to set it up.

"Is anyone alive?!"

"say!"

"say--"

At this time, there was a slight pause in the artillery fire. Xu Qing ran back to the northwest slope again with blood all over his body, shouting along the way.

But the top of the mountain had been blown down, and there were broken limbs and wreckage on the surrounding ground. No one responded, and there was no sign of any movement.

Here is a hand, there is a severed foot, and more is an unclear lake of scorched flesh and blood, with messy blood clots scattered everywhere on the hot and black soil. You can step on one accidentally.

…

He could no longer go on.

At this time, a soft chatter came from below the mountain:

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

Xu Qing lowered his head subconsciously and lay down. He glanced around and saw that the Nicholas platoon that had just retreated rushed up again. Taking advantage of the gap when the artillery fire stopped, several of them worked in groups and took turns to cover the steep slope.

Climbing up the snowy slope, all of them were holding submachine guns and well-equipped equipment, bending over and making gestures, sneaking up.

Xu Qing's eyes turned red instantly, and his teeth were almost broken:

"Fuck you, you bunch of bastards, how dare you come up here!

!”

He picked up the relics of the soldiers on the ground. A pile 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. He fired at the smoke at the bottom of the slope.

:

All, all, all!

!

The crowd of U.S. troops climbing up the hill below suddenly erupted in a whooping cry—a real whooping cry!

Calls for father, mother, God, and help were heard repeatedly.

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

Xu Qing used his gun to shoot at the arrogant enemy soldiers one by one, interrupting the shouting crowd and knocking down the people who were lurking at the bottom of the slope.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company also discovered that Xu Qing was shooting, and immediately understood: "Quick, quick... the enemy is coming!"

Xu Qing finished firing the magazine and threw away the gun.

He had fought in Korea for so long and killed countless enemies. He no longer had any burden on killing people and had even become numb. At this time, long-lost ripples arose in his heart, the kind with the heavy rain.

agitation.

In terms of origin, these American devils and Syngman Rhee's puppet troops actually don't have such a blood feud, at least they don't have that kind of hatred towards the Japanese devils. But until today, the hatred has accumulated more and more, and it is nothing compared to

The Japanese are worse because more and more soldiers are falling around them.

They had been guarding this position for almost a week, and the enemy's firepower could not be exhausted, but their own people were killed, injured, and unconscious.

Xu Qing has been holding back his breath. For food, ammunition, supplies, and the lives of the soldiers, he has been suppressing and holding back these days, just to defend this position and save everyone's lives. And now these people who are defending the position

Another piece of death.

At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode.

His eyes sparkled and he shouted: "Mortars! Push them up and suppress them."

Song Weiguo was assisting Lei Gong to carry away the wounded for treatment. He turned around and agreed: "There are not enough warheads - only a dozen or so left..."
Chapter completed!