He looked around with a gun in his hand to search for suspicious targets, and for a while looked around to see if there was any movement, thinking to himself, eight of them had already been killed here, this place should be too peaceful, and if there were still people, they should have appeared a long time ago. Forget it, it's very hard to raise the gun in front of your eyes like this, and you can just use the search alert style to hold it on your chest, Yang Maode thought in his heart.

Twenty meters from the first trench, he went down to a tree that had been half blown off. The sound of the grass was really annoying, but it was impossible not to make a sound, so he could only be as careful as possible to reduce the sound. This is just a useless work that he did carefully, on the battlefield where people's spirits are highly tense and concentrated, not to mention that any movement can be seen and heard in the daytime, even at night, the lights are blind, and if there is a little bit of wind and grass, you will find it. When a bullet is fired, it can only be a matter of luck. Of course, can it be discovered at the first time, can it be fired first, can it lie down quickly...... These are all necessary skills for soldiers on the battlefield of the basic battlefield, everyone is well-trained, no one will train their soldiers to the point that they can't shoot a gun, everyone has done their homework. So, what do you look at when you fight against each other? There's nothing to see, bullets shoot at each other, you rain down, he rains down, who dies? Who gave birth? Then you can really only see whose life is bigger and whose luck is better in a few seconds. Like when he was attacked by a sniper just now, if he had gone 0.01 seconds faster, he might have died! Or maybe there was no wind at the time, and the bullets didn't affect it, and he would have died. This can only be said to be fate, it is luck.

Yang Maode straightened up and boldly walked there. I want to die early, but I really don't need to hide and hide like that, and delay the fighter.

Taking advantage of the momentum, it is of course best to make a quick decision.

"Lao Tzu is afraid of him. Fire, as long as Lao Tzu sees the enemy, he will fire, and if he is one second faster, he will not be afraid of anything. He thought rudely. Lao Tzu, [***], eggs, bird feathers, these crude and vulgar words continue to come out of his mouth, and they are what he learned from everyone after entering the training camp on the front line. He also learned to smoke, but he didn't have a lot of addiction. Many habits that are bad in the eyes of outsiders, he has them, for example, he will take advantage of the unpreparedness, learn to snatch the letter from the hands of his comrades, read aloud: "Dear ......" and everyone has a kind of courage during training, they all know that they want to go to the battlefield, so they vent during training, and vent foul language during rest, everyone lives nervously, and everyone lives happily...... That is in the short period of tension and happiness of living, waiting for the arrival of life and death, the baptism of blood and fire!

Just three months later, they went to war.

This is what the soldiers of their company look like, not to mention the glorious tradition, but the combat effectiveness is definitely not weak. The soldiers all have a kind of optimism that is not afraid of death, and a good embodiment of optimism is in the fearless scolding of most beginners. The veterans quickly infected the recruits, and they all looked like they didn't care about life and death. Throughout the mid-thirties, in the Siberian frontier, in the conquest and killing of the Soviet front, were there any soldiers who did not curse? When the hand-to-hand combat is engaged, are there any Svens who greet the enemy first and then say hello and then ask for a move? At that time, most of them were red-eyed, and even if they opened their mouths to yell and greet, they were all the other party's mothers.

"Come on." Yang Maode thought to himself, "If there are still people, if you don't come out, I'll come." Lao Tzu has so many of you, you have a kind of going out to kill alone, Lao Tzu saw that you bit my eggs. ”

Just thinking like this, with a "snap", a bullet went into his crotch. He only heard the sound of the bullet being fired very loudly, and he didn't notice anything else.

When he reacted a second later, another raindrop of submachine gun bullets hit the barrel, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the gun fell into the grass on the ground. He felt like everything was rubbing past his ears, under his armpits, and on his helmet.

He froze for a moment.

Everything came so fast!

When the gunfire in front of him stopped, Yang Maode remembered to lie down.

It wasn't his luck, it was the tree that was half blown off that saved his life. The moment the enemy opened fire on him, he was leaning towards the tree, and with a displacement of 0.1 seconds, he avoided the rain of bullets. The hidden Soviet soldier should have been aimed at his chest or head and other key parts, but for some reason, he had a whim and pressed the muzzle of the gun down. Whether or not he has changed to egg beating is unknown. It is likely that the other party did not want to aim and shoot at all to capture the shooting leader, but when he saw the Chinese army coming, he forced himself and didn't want to die, so he opened fire and swept violently. So it's not hard to understand that a bullet accidentally got into his crotch.

People, sometimes thoughts, good spirits but not bad spirits, Yang Maode has a personal experience this time.

His mind was a little blank now, and he vaguely felt that he was injured, and the word "wounded" seemed to be far away from him, and he shouldn't be found. But now a bullet does get into the crotch, that's a fact. Can he still realize the wish he just thought about marrying that beautiful female pilot Murong Xue to live a stable life? To put it simply, will he be able to have sex with his wife in the future and fulfill his social responsibility of having children?

This is a big problem, he is lying on the ground at this moment, and he is not concerned about his own eating guy, but the second child below. Of course, he didn't think about it deeply, he just felt that he should have been injured a little, and now it was hot, what was it that wasn't injured? I'm afraid it's still knocked out, this time it's over, it's really over!

Men, anything can be thrown away, and cutting off the head is no more than a scar the size of a bowl, but this is the only one, and it must not be missed. It's gone, it's no fun to live, the eternal psychological shadow can't be waved away, the self-esteem is gone, and I'm not a man anymore.

I don't know when I got the sniper rifle in my hand, and I was unconscious when I reached over and looked through the sniper scope. When they met the enemy just now, thanks to the tree next to the barrel of his gun, now the two of them are separated by the tree, and they are deadlocked.

There was no movement in the trenches over there, nothing was found in the scope, it was all blocked by the grass. He turned back to look for the gun that had been knocked out just now, but he couldn't find it, and now he was a little sober and panicked. He really regretted that he didn't bring an extra enemy submachine gun just now, although he now has a sniper rifle in his hand, but this is specially used to shoot cold guns from a long distance, and the "**Sha" submachine gun of the Soviet army is confronted at close range in the grass with poor line of sight.

There was a submachine gun on the ground next to it, but it was not complete, and some parts were crippled. There's also a handful in the grass in front of me, so I don't know if it's going to be usable.

He moved lightly under the cover of the tree and climbed a little. However, as soon as the grass moved, it was immediately met with a burst of strafing. It seems that this guy's mind is a little rusty, and he can completely move the battle position silently and fire at a different angle. As long as he is not on the other side, let Yang Maode use this tree to cover and hide and lose his effect, then he will win. Because he was in the trenches, he had good cover, and it was easy to change positions, while Yang Maode was in the open field, although they could not see each other in the grass, but the enemy could judge by the movement of the grass. Yang Maode was once again at the mercy of others.

You can't go on like this, it's going to be very bad for you. Yang tried to stand up behind the tree. With a slight movement, the bullets rained down on the surrounding grass like .......

This time, he turned sideways, allowing the tree to completely block itself out of reach of enemy shots.

When he turned sideways, he realized that there was something hard underneath his body.

It was his gun, and it was completely crushed under him.

Baby! Baby! A submachine gun for him! Although it is the enemy's.

However, now this treasure is useless. The baby's nozzle is crooked. It's not very powerful, but it definitely affects shooting. He tried to pull it with his hands, can this be corrected by human beings? But he still gritted his teeth, held his breath, and pulled a few desperate blows.

He gave up. I'm very angry that this is also a steel thing, why is it crooked? Damn, it's too unbeaten. He took the magazine off and slipped it into his trouser pocket.

When the magazine was loaded into his trouser pocket, he noticed that there were several grenades in his trouser pocket, and he was inspired to extend his gun to lure the enemy. He held the tree with his right hand, dragged his body little by little, and stood upright little by little behind the trunk. Now he was leaning diagonally on the trunk of the tree with his right shoulder.

He gently leaned the sniper rifle against the trunk of the tree and pressed it with his waist to prevent it from falling, feeling uneasy, afraid that it would be inconvenient to use it later, so he lowered his right hand and held the gun in his hand. He took a few deep breaths, then lifted the broken submachine gun with his left hand and suddenly stretched it back.

He also has a grenade in his left hand.

The bullets were all in the grass behind them, and the enemy's attention was completely drawn to the left. The plan worked.

Yang Maode put the gun back, and he changed his mind again, deciding not to help the fight with grenades, but to shoot directly with a sniper rifle. After waiting for about ten seconds, he repeated his old trick.

The submachine gun was suddenly stretched out to the left side of the enemy by his backhand, and under the frantic fire of the enemy's submachine gun bullets, it fell to the ground again. However, this time it was not knocked out, but Yang Maode threw it away himself. He used a low tossing hand to deflect the bullet a little further.

Almost in the same second, Yang Maode raised the sniper rifle with his right hand, spun around, and appeared on the right side of the enemy.

Give the dummy.

What Yang Maode saw was actually two Soviet soldiers, but only one opened fire. The other guy was lying on the front of the trench and in a shooting pose. He fired two shots at the Soviet soldier who was hiding behind and opened fire, and that was the biggest threat, and he must be killed first.

A shot hit the guy in front of him in the shoulder, and Yang Maode clearly saw that the bullet tore the guy's clothes and went in with a bloody opening. But this guy didn't move, could it be that he was dead?

At this moment, the Soviet submachine gun came over. The shot just now didn't hit him, and the enemy was still in good spirits. Now that Yang Maode has been completely exposed to his firepower, the situation is extremely critical. He felt the sound of bullets coming at the tree to his right, and it was too late to get back behind the tree completely.

The gunfire suddenly stopped. It turns out that guy's bullets are out of fire!

Yang Maode roared and rushed over quickly. He shot as he ran, bullets flying dirt from the front of the trench. As soon as the enemy changed the magazine, he saw that the situation was not good, and he was not a target for his gun, so he retreated back into the trench. Before he could fully retract, Yang Maode's bullet hit him in the vital point.

"Fuck you!" Seeing that the guy was still convulsing, "gurgling" in his throat, and did not lose his breath, Yang Maode roared loudly and smashed the butt of a gun into his head.

Now the trenches are quiet. Yang Maode silently looked at the corpses of each friendly soldier and counted them, there were eight in total. He felt like something was blocked in his heart, and he was very uncomfortable.

Those who have sacrificed have always been sacrificed, and those who have not yet sacrificed are facing sacrifice and moving towards sacrifice. This is on the battlefield, the battlefield of life and death! Every inch of territory is sweaty, and every inch of territory is soaked in the blood of soldiers...... Yang Maode slung his sniper rifle on his back, held the captured enemy submachine gun in his hand, checked the ammunition, and then searched to the left. The grass houses were in the center of the roundabout, twenty or thirty meters apart, and they searched and looked. The purpose of his visit was to find someone to fight.

This time Yang Maode's fierceness really broke out, and he held back hatred in his heart, and for the first time on the battlefield, he remembered to sacrifice for the country, and he remembered to sacrifice for the country and the people. All the people of my age who have sacrificed their age, what are they for? Aren't they just for the peace of the country and for the harmony and happiness of thousands of families? Is it just to sacrifice for coming here? to end a life? Come and die a heroic death? In those sacrificial comrades, he truly realized for the first time that this is the heroic sacrifice mentioned in the book, this is selfless dedication, and this is the heroic sacrifice for the country. It seems that the heroic deeds of the Chinese ancestors who are far away, and the living reproduction of this moment is in front of us.

Now the word hatred is deeply engraved in his heart.

Now he truly realized the necessity of war.

He jumped over a fallen comrade who had fallen to the ground, and then stepped on the top of an enemy who had fallen to the ground.

When he looked up, he clearly saw that there was an officer-like guy in the grass house coming out with a gun.

The grass was a little lighter, and Yang Maode jumped over a crater, and there was a larger crater in front of him, which used to be the edge of the enemy's trench. He only felt that when he jumped over the grass and craters, he seemed to see some soldiers who had died, and he could not tell whether it was the enemy's or ours. That was out of the corner of his eye, and his attention was on the Soviet soldier in the trench in front, and he was going to shoot and suppress the shot. After jumping over the first crater, he ran two steps and jumped off the second crater, and then immediately threw himself on the edge of the crater, stretched out his head and gun to guard the trench, which was only two or three paces away. On the left side of the ground was the corpse of a Soviet soldier, probably from a shell, and this guy was unfortunate enough to lie down a little farther away. He must have been killed by the violent explosion of the shell.

Yang held his breath and waited for his opponent to come out. It was so close that he felt like the muzzle of his sniper rifle was almost poking into the trench for the enemy to see.

He suddenly felt that the direction was wrong, and the position of the enemy's fire just now should be a little to the left. He remembered that a shot had been shot in the shoulder of the dead Soviet soldier on the left.

He quickly swung his sniper rifle towards the trench. Now the muzzle of the gun is farther from the edge of the trench. You can't wait for the rat to automatically hit the muzzle, and it is best to strive for a quick solution. Yang Maode is afraid that the situation will change, the enemy will fight one and another, who knows what will happen next? It has to be done quickly, and if you solve one, you will be less threatened.

He freed his left hand and found a grenade in his trouser pocket, which really helped him to make a lot of achievements. He bit off the tab, waited a few seconds, and threw it with his left hand.

Taking advantage of the smoke of the explosion, Yang Maode got up, rushed out of the crater, and jumped out of the trench. He saw a Soviet soldier who had broken his calf, lying in the trench and convulsing. Maybe his wound was bleeding all the time, and the wound was bandaged with blood, and the ground was also soaked, not what it was now blown up by a grenade.

Very tenacious, this guy. Yang Maode picked up a submachine gun on the ground and fired a shot to help him end his pain. He looked to both sides, it was a circular fortification, and the trench could be said to be lying the corpses of the Chinese and Soviet troops. Obviously, there had been hand-to-hand combat here, and it looked terrible. On the left side of the trench, a Chinese soldier stabbed a Soviet soldier in the chest with a bayonet, but he himself had a spear stuck in his back, which stabbed out of the chest and was not pulled out. A very young life, a very brave life, a very heroic life...... It ended like that, but it never fell.

After walking over, several Soviet corpses were stepped over one after another, and the first friendly soldier who fell at his feet was short and fat, and the collar of his white shirt had long been soaked with blood, and now it was dark red. Yang Maode saw that a cut had been made on the side of his neck. He lay straight on his stomach, his gun still in his hand, his bayonet red, and two of the Soviets fell in front of him.

Yang Maode turned him over and buckled the discipline buckle for him, covering the fatal wound. From the lack of blood, it was clear that the face had turned pale from excessive blood loss, and the eyes that had lost their luster were still wide open. His mouth was wide open, and it was full of dirt, and his nostrils were stuffed with a lot of dirt. This face looked so terrifying, but Yang Maode didn't feel afraid, he just gradually felt his hatred being aroused again.

(To be continued)