"Da ——!"

"Da ——!"

"Da ——!" He hit three sets of short shots in a row, both accurate and ruthless, and the Soviet army was in chaos, changed direction and ran back.

"Da ——!" He fired another short shot at the other side, and when he pulled the trigger again, the gun didn't go off. There are no more bullets in the magazine.

The sub-machine gun shooter, who was carrying a spare magazine, never followed, and perhaps had died. It is impossible to get a new magazine. Jiang Yusheng raised his head for the last time and looked towards the north side of the plateau. Crossing the ridge line, he saw that a small group of soldiers from the 2nd Platoon had rushed from the bottom up to the second line of trenches along another line of communication trenches, and from the first line of trenches, which had clearly cleared the remnants of the enemy, a light machine gun from the 1st Platoon, presumably the 2nd Platoon, and another light machine gun from the 2nd Platoon had also begun to fire at the Soviets above the high ground to cover the attacking team.

"The 2nd platoon is still attacking, and Cheng Fei is still directing the battle," he thought faintly, his hand gripping the handle of the gun softened, and his head fell to the ground tiredly.

A pebble in the grass hurt his face. He felt uncomfortable. With difficulty, he moved his head to the crooked handle of the gun, and his eyes were wide open, facing the west, and he never closed it again.

A great sunset hung low in the valley between the mountains of Hilian and Kibiv in the northwest, dyeing every meadow on the slopes of the hill with clarity and translucency. At this time, Jiang Yusheng saw the whole picture of the battlefield for the first time. Not only up and down the heights, but also in the vast areas of Mount Helian and the First Ridge, the war was raging and slow. Shells slowly hit the ground and exploded; Clusters of fire slowly rose and went out; The trees that had been hit ignited with black smoke and slowly drifted diagonally into the sky. But the splendor of the setting sun was not damaged, it still smeared the earth with its own dignified light, and applied a thick layer of blood-red hue to the mountains, rivers, plants, and trees on the battlefield, as well as people and smoke.

"It's majestic, it's magnificent," he thought intermittently, "...... I didn't expect to die in such magnificence. But it's good to die like this. ”

His last thought was that this battle had been going on for a long time. From the premonition of one's death to the time it actually came, it seemed like centuries had passed. Jiang Yu's heart was calm and moved when he died. He understood that his performance today was worthy of both a soldier and a friend. Now that you're on the battlefield, you can't control your own destiny anymore, but you can still do something in this situation.

The battle continued, he died too early, but Cheng Fei had already survived the difficult phase at the beginning of the battle. Maybe he will survive the war and return to his hometown. “…… Cheng Fei and I are the best people in the world, and we shouldn't both die on the battlefield. Cheng Fei will live, then I will be worthy of my friends......" he thought, tears streaming down his face.

Cheng Fei, the commander of the 2nd platoon of the 9th Company, died two hours ago in a hollow slope on the north side of the plateau, 50 meters away from the first trench of the Soviet army. Jiang Yusheng's feeling was right, Cheng Fei understood their desperate situation today: the 1st platoon commander had been sacrificed, and the 3rd platoon was sent by the company commander to snipe the Soviet reinforcements from the direction of Xilian Mountain, and today's task of attacking the high ground could only be completed by the 2nd platoon and the 1st platoon led by him and Jiang Yusheng. Since the 1st Platoon lost a squad in the gully on the west side of the 633rd Heights, Cheng Fei also had reason to believe that the main task of attacking the high ground would naturally fall on the shoulders of himself and the 2nd Platoon. He believed that Jiang Yusheng's situation was more dangerous than his: Jiang Yusheng was a sharpshooter, and the Soviets were the first to eliminate such a target.

Cheng Fei led the 2nd platoon to carry out a strong attack on the north side of the high ground with no regard for life and death. Even with the heaviest fire on the hill and the constant casualties, he did not allow the offensive of the 2nd platoon to slow down. Two hours after the attack, he stubbornly advanced the entire platoon in attack formation to a distance of 50 meters from the enemy's first trench. It was a concave slope, and the hill had sunk down, creating a dead end for Soviet firing at the Soviet army. Cheng Fei stood upright, looked at the terrain above, raised his right hand and waved it vigorously, sending a "quick impact" signal to the soldiers behind him.

His gesture froze in mid-air. What struck him in the heart from behind was a bullet flying from the leg of the Big Nose Peak in the northwest of the Highlands. His body shuddered, and he did not fall, but leaned forward against a large upright rock; His right hand hung down weakly, but landed right among the branches of a bush above the rock. So none of the soldiers who rushed to the front from him noticed the death of the platoon commander; Moreover, no matter who looks back in the future, they can see his high-spirited upward and rapid impact gesture.

Cheng Fei kept this gesture for two hours before his body went limp. The soldiers of the 2nd platoon had been attacking upwards without stopping under the stern gesture of the platoon commander, but because Jiang Yusheng and the 1st platoon had held back most of the Soviet firepower on the northeast side of the heights, they finally overcame the resistance of the Soviet troops in the first trench on the north side of the heights and were the first to enter this trench. After hand-to-hand combat with the remnants of the enemy, there was only one squad and a light machine gun left in this platoon, and when they looked back, what they saw was still the stern gesture of the platoon commander of "rapid upward impact", so the remaining ** men and a light machine gun were mobilized again, shouting angrily, along the communication trench on the north side of the high ground to launch a new attack on the Soviet troops in the second trench!

At this moment, Cheng Fei's body went limp. The soldiers in the storm looked back and could not see the platoon commander's gestures, and they lost the effective fire support that Jiang Yusheng had provided to them with light machine guns, and the offensive immediately lost its main impetus and stopped.

The Soviet troops on the high ground took advantage of this opportunity to concentrate their firepower to break up the final offensive of the 2nd platoon, and reduced the forces in the second trench to the third trench, redeployed, and violently hit the remnants of the 1st platoon that entered the first trench on the northeast side of the heights with all their firepower, so that the last few remaining fighters of this platoon quickly lost their combat effectiveness. As a result, Cheng Yukun, who had been lying down in the pebble circle at the foot of the mountain and watching the progress of the battle on the mountain, realized that the favorable turn that had occurred after the occupation of the first trench had disappeared, and the situation had become grim and desperate for him and the 9th Company again. Cheng Yukun only had one platoon left in his hand to snipe at the foot of the mountain on the northwest side of the highland to snipe the Soviet reinforcements of Xilian Mountain, and this part of the Soviet army was currently effectively contained by the fire of a heavy machine gun from the north of the big mountain leg of Dabifeng and a light machine gun from the northeast, so he did what he thought was the only thing he could do now: first use a small horn, and then send a messenger Ulant to convey his order, so that Shang Yujun led the 3rd platoon into the attack on the high ground.

As early as when the whole company set out from the gully on the west side of the southern leg of the 631 Heights and moved towards the 634 Heights, Shang Yujun had a vague foreboding feeling in his heart, and the black veil that had been shrouded in front of him during the attack appeared again, which made the heavens, earth, mountains, rivers, grass and trees and the sun once again cover a thin layer of gray black. However, before the 1st Platoon was not sniped by the Soviet troops on the northwest side of the 634 Heights in the ditch on the west side of the 633 Heights, his emotions were basically controllable, and he did not want to believe the ominous premonition that welled up in his heart. However, then the least expected event happened, and gunshots rang out on the 634 Heights, breaking the silence that had been enveloping the 634 Heights area! The 1 and 2 rows of teams pressed back from the front like a low tide, and suddenly, the black gauze in front of Shang Yujun's eyes became thick and real!

He instinctively felt that when running on the No. 1 Lingnan slope, he only needed to dodge the bullets of the Soviet army, but now it was different, he and the whole company had to rush forward against the rain of bullets of the Soviet army.

At this time, he needs to use all his life senses to deal with the events in front of him, and his actions are no longer dominated by normal and deep rational thinking, but only by the impulse to survive and the sense of responsibility of a platoon commander, and all life consciousness is blocked under the ice of sensory meaning condensed by fear. The ice was still very thin at first, and when he took all the ridges and valleys between the 632 and 633 heights, the main peaks of the highlands in the direction of Vulture Ridge and the four cliffs of the 634 heights collided one after another, and it became extremely thick in his life!

War changed a person so quickly. Since Shang Yujun can't think about it at this moment, he is no longer the original Shang Yujun and has become another person. The world is only one after another of constant threats and dangers in him, and the meaning of his existence is limited to avoiding these dangers and threats, or eliminating these dangers and threats; In the past, everything he did had to go through a study-like contemplation, but now he has no such obstacle in his life; He became a new man, a man who existed only in the sense of existence and not in the sense of thinking about existence; As the battle progressed, he became a man who was completely abandoned by his own rationale and truly belonged to the needs of the war.

Because the first impression given to him by the main peak of 634 Heights was extremely hideous, Shang Yujun realized the danger when he crossed the ridge line of the mountain leg on the southeast side of 633 Heights. As soon as he followed Cheng Yukun to the back of the pebble circle in the middle of the depression on the northeast side of the highland, the gunshots rang out, and he saw a green smoke, "whooshing" across the grass beside him, and immediately rolled over and hid under a pebble. Fear made his head swell, and although he saw the man behind him, the leader of the cooking squad who had run into the third row during the exercise, be hit by the second bullet that followed, and he fell, he did not feel a greater shock in his heart. Another long string of bullets spilled down the grass on the right side of his body, Shang Yujun closed his eyes, and his heart was filled with despair for a moment. The bullets grazed the tubes of his trousers, slicing off the branches of a bush at his feet. When he opened his eyes, his attention shifted again, and beside him, where the Soviet bullets had just grazed, a semicircular black stone appeared, and what made his horror beyond comprehension was that it was actually a black stone that could crawl! Suddenly, it stopped moving, and "clanged" for Shang Yujun to block a string of bullets from the leg of the Big Nose Peak in the west. Then it moved again, slowly crawling towards the cooking squad leader who had fallen behind Shang Yujun's feet.

He saw it at last: it was not a black stone, but an inverted chauldron; It's not that this marching pot is crawling, but that Yu Changgui, a cooking soldier with a marching pot on his back, is crawling inch by inch towards the body of the cooking squad leader in the rain of bullets, trying to do something for the latter.

Shang Yujun sobered up a little and truly understood the death of the cooking squad leader, and the simple horror was wrapped in grief and indignation, and suddenly blocked his throat!

In the midst of the gunshots, a man crawled up to him and shouted hoarsely: "Platoon commander! Platoon leader! You listen! …… The company commander used a small horn to tune us up! …… The platoon commander, the company commander ordered us to go to the northwest side of the high ground to snipe! ……”

Shang Yujun had already heard the sound of Cheng Yukun's command horn, but he didn't immediately recognize who was shouting at him. All he saw was a strange, frightened and passionately twisted face, and a cut on his left cheek that was gurgling down. The man saw the confusion in his eyes, widened his eyes, and loudly declared his name: "Platoon commander!" I'm Lu Liwei! ……”

Shang Yujun recognized Lu Liwei, and the horror and grief in his heart surged up together, but he didn't understand what Lu Liwei yelled at him!

"Platoon commander, company commander is transferring us! ......" Lu Liwei pointed Fang Cai's words at his ear and shouted again.

Shang Yujun understood this time, his life activities were already at the level of simple feeling and mechanical reaction, and the fear brought to him by the bullets shot down by the Soviet army on the high ground and the death of the cooking squad leader was forgotten by him!

"Row 3, follow me ——!" He shouted, jumped up from under the pebbles where he was hiding, and hurried to the northwest side of the high ground. A man swooped up from behind, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pushed him to the grass!

A string of machine-gun bullets flew past the back of his head, creaking and burrowing into the grass on the right. Shang Yujun's eyes closed and opened, and he found that Lu Liwei, the seventh squad leader, had just rolled to the side from him, his strange ugly face was extremely frightened and angry, and his hat and submachine gun were thrown far ahead!

"Platoon commander, crawl forward with a low posture!" Lu Liwei's eyes widened, and he shouted at him angrily.

Shang Yujun realized the danger just now, and his eyes widened. Lu Liwei abandoned him and crawled forward demonstratively, picking up his submachine gun on the way. Shang Yujun Leng Ding remembered the meaning of the battle term he shouted, and followed Lu Liwei to move quickly in a low posture.

He arrived two minutes later than Lu Liwei behind the banded pebble bush at the foot of the mountain on the northwest side of the plateau. In the middle of the pebbles is a clump of one-man tall thatch that the 1st platoon leader Li Ansheng saw from the ditch on the west side of the 633 Heights before his death, and the tall honeysuckle branches full of snow-white flowers in the thatch. Shang Yujun only paid attention to the bullets fired by the Soviet troops above the high ground a minute ago, but now he paid attention to the Soviet troops who appeared in the gully on the west side of the high ground and on the legs of the Dabifeng Mountain. The Soviets had about one company, but they had not yet fully arrived, and the first two machine guns to arrive were erected on the top beam of the hill, one of which was to suppress the Chinese troops in the middle of the depression on the north side of Heights 634, and the other was used to deal with the squad that was still fighting in the gully on the west side of Heights 633. It seems that it was precisely because of the fire from the latter direction that the Soviet troops, who arrived in advance, were not able to cross the gully immediately. However, at present, the firepower of the first squad is very weak, and it can no longer pose a threat to the more and more Soviet troops gathering on the leg of the Big Nose Peak, and the Soviet infantry under the cover of the above two machine guns, formed a column to cross the beam line at the top of the mountain leg, along a crack on the surface of the mountain on the east side, and quickly rushed to the ditch below. The Soviet troops at the front had even reached the bottom of this gully, which was less than 100 meters wide! Shang Yujun thought in a flash: He and Lu Liwei couldn't stop the entire company of Soviet troops who were swarming towards them! Behind the pebbles covered in dark green moss in front of him was the place where he died!

Lu Liwei has already played on his right side! "Dada——!" Shang Yujun saw that because the distance between them and the Soviet army was less than 50 meters, Lu Liwei's long point shot actually caused seven or eight Soviet troops running in front of the ditch to fall down in response. The Soviet troops behind shouted "wow" and retreated towards the legs of the Big Nose Peak. In the chasm leading to the top of the mountain, the retreating Soviet troops were crowded with the Soviet troops who continued to pour downward! Lu Liwei's gunfire gave him great excitement, and just to fight against the coming death, he did not hesitate to shoot the first long point shot at the Soviet army!

He didn't notice how well he did this shot; At the same time as he pulled the trigger, he had already seen a wisp of gray-brown fireworks from the beam line of the leg of the Big Nose Peak from the corner of his eye—it was a red and white tongue of fire, which was changed by the black gauze in front of him—and before Shang Yujun could react, a platoon of heavy machine gun bullets hit like a hurricane, and fell into the rocks in front of him. He instinctively wanted to lower his head, but a warm, viscous liquid spurted out of the other person on his right faster than he did, and hit him in the eye with a "snap"!

It was a powerful, unsuspecting blow! Before he could open his eyes, Shang Yujun understood what was happening!

Lu Liwei only let out an "oh", and the submachine gun in his hand stopped firing! In an instant, there seemed to be a swarm of bees "buzzing" in his mind!

…… When he reopened his eyes, he saw a red world—a red sky, red peaks, legs, and ravines, red rocks, trees, and meadows, some small red people in motion, and so on; He did not feel the slightest surprise at this, but there was a kind of eagerness and anger in his heart, and he understood that he was now the only one left in the sniper position on the northwest side of the high ground, and the Soviet troops who had just retreated had gone down to the ditch and rushed towards him, and he had to repel the Soviet troops that were getting closer and closer; On the leg of the Big Nose Peak, the Soviet heavy machine guns were still firing in this direction, and he didn't want to hear its terrifying whistling, and his ears couldn't hear anything.

(To be continued)