"Good guy!" As soon as he walked into the tunnel, Li Baocheng said with lingering fear: "I almost snatched the position by those damn gods!"

"Yes!" Gao Yongxiang took out a roll of bandage from his first aid kit, and skillfully bandaged his injured left shoulder, responded: "If the Chief of Staff had not ordered us to rush out in an urgent manner, we might not have come back now!"

"I said..." Miao Huaizhi scratched his head and asked inexplicably: "Why are those Americans fighting? Suddenly, they all rushed towards our position like crazy?"

"Take revenge! They are getting angry!" Li Baocheng responded casually while fiddling with the submachine gun that had something wrong with his hand.

"Avenge...revenge!" Miao Huaizhi became angry as soon as he heard this, and cursed with a blushing face and a thick neck: "Oh my God, this is their attack on our position, and they are still taking revenge? What kind of revenge do they have? Why do you have the temper with us!"

Li Baocheng was happy as soon as he heard this, and smiled and said to Miao Huaizhi: "Platform Leader Miao, don't say anything, they really have a grudge to avenge!"

"Well! Tell me!" Miao Huaizhi was a little dissatisfied and looked unhappy.

"Because they hate us!" Gao Yongxiang continued, "especially hate our Chief of Staff!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Miao Huaizhi couldn't help but exasperate, and shouted at Gao Yongxiang with obvious unhappiness: "What does this have to do with our Chief of Staff? Even if the Chief of Staff has a more accurate spear technique, kill a few more people on the battlefield! In that way, will they recognize which bullets were fired by the Chief of Staff?"

"I don't recognize the bullet, so I can't say it!" Gao Yongxiang didn't care about Miao Huaizhi's bad temper and smiled and said, "Do you still remember the 'Katyusha' rocket fired by our artillery troops?"

"Remember!" Miao Huaizhi nodded and responded, "I was blowing up a forest, I was about to ask! Why did our artillery brothers blow up that forest if they have something to do? Are they worried that the enemy will hide it in it?"

"Puchi!" Hearing Miao Huaizhi's words, Gao Yongxiang and Li Baocheng couldn't help laughing.

"Platform Leader Miao!" Gao Yongxiang said intermittently while laughing: "It's not that we are worried that the enemy will hide in it and blow it up. If we were to do this, would we have to send "Katyusha" to take that risk? But the enemy has been hiding in it long ago!"

"Platform Commander Gao is right!" Li Baocheng also smiled and said, "No wonder the enemy's attack on our position during this period. Time can be so accurate. He launches offensives at 8 o'clock every day, and the energy source is constantly replenishing his troops. It turns out that he has always regarded that forest as a transfer station for troops!"

"Oh...I understand!" Miao Huaizhi jumped up from the ground and slapped his head excitedly and said, "The enemy has hidden a lot of people in that forest. We have all blown up all the ancient brains, so they hate us for losing our temper, right!"

Gao Yongxiang grabbed the rifle and wiped it while joking: "It's amazing! I said to Platoon Leader Miao, when did you become smarter!"

With a coaxing sound, Gao Yongxiang's words immediately attracted laughter from the soldiers around him.

"Then, how many enemies will be killed?" Miao Huaizhi asked with a silly smile.

"It's hard to say!" Gao Yongxiang replied: "When the rockets bombarded like this, the forest was either fire or smoke in a blink of an eye, and there was no sight of a ghost. Who knows how many enemies would be killed?"

"There are at least one or two battalions!" Some soldiers also answered, "It's such a big forest, and we have to send troops to the position. No matter how many people say it is, there is such a number!"

"Chief of Staff, do you have any news of the enemy's casualties?" Li Baocheng's words successfully attracted the soldiers' gaze to me.

At this time, I was also rubbing the gun. The American weapon has one characteristic, which is that it is precisely made and has high precision. Unlike the Soviet-style weapons, it is very rough in production and always pays attention to low-cost mass production.

This feature can be said to be an advantage or a disadvantage on the battlefield. The advantage is that it is accurate in fighting, and the disadvantage is that it is easy to cause problems. When making precision weapons, the contact between each component is very tight. As long as a little dirty thing or even a small amount of dust enters the gun body, it may cause the gun to get stuck.

There will be no such problem in making rough Su-style weapons, which is why most countries in the future love Su-style AK47.

Although the ak47 is not accurate, it is simple and easy to use, low cost, and basically does not require maintenance. It is said that someone did an experiment. He dragged the ak47 on the sand for dozens of meters, and he could still be fired after copying it. This weapon only requires a short period of training, and even children can use it.

Although American weapons have high precision and cool shapes, they cannot be used by ordinary people. They have to be removed and wiped every once in a while, otherwise they will not be able to hit, and the ones that can be used are almost the same as half of the experts.

Fortunately, the m1 rifle is not that stingy yet, but compared to the soldiers holding Su-style weapons, I feel much more painful. If you have to do anything, you have to remove the rifle and wipe it a few times. When others are resting, I am using the gun. There is nothing I can do. There is too much smoke and dust on the 597.9 Highland, and I dare not be at all slow for my own life!

With skillfully returning the gun parts in my hand to its original state, I raised my head and faced the curious gazes of the soldiers and said, "Actually, it is not difficult to know how many American soldiers were killed by the bomb! The bigger the Americans are, the more people will be killed by the bomb, right?"

"Hey, this is a good thing!" Miao Huaizhi clenched his fist and said, "The bigger the American temper, the more people he loses! He has a good temper, the bigger the better!"

"I'm talking about Platoon Leader Miao!" Gao Yongxiang couldn't help but smile and said, "You just said why the Americans are so angry, right? Why are you saying that you're getting a good temper now?"

"What's the same?" Miao Huaizhi responded angrily: "If I could do this again, I would just stand there and follow their temper! I would like to be angry! I would like to scold you and fight back!"

With a coaxing sound, the soldiers laughed again.

I looked at the soldiers in front of me, all covered in smoke and dust, with blood stains, and many of them were wrapped in bandages. The current situation is actually very dangerous. Even though our army has successfully blown up the assembly point of the US military and caused them great casualties. But the strength of the 187th Airborne Regiment is still much greater than that of us.

Instructor Qin just did the statistics. We still have combat effectiveness now, but there are only 70 people. Many of them are wounded, and even have second and third injuries. On the other hand, even if the US military blows up a battalion in the valley, they now have at least one battalion's strength. That's more than ten times that of ours, not to mention that as long as they are willing, they can replenish other troops at any time.

And we only have seventy people.

The reason why I can't give an exact number is because there are several wounded people among them. I temporarily count the wounded people among the combatants. I can't determine whether they can last until the moment of war.

One was the squad leader of the second row, and his entire arm was cut off by shrapnel. However, after bandaging, he insisted that the one he broke was his left hand, his right hand could also shoot guns and pitch grenades. Although he gritted his teeth and pretended very relaxedly, I could still see from his blue trembling lips that he had lost too much blood and was almost in pain...

One was a soldier in the third row. He was wearing a brand new cotton coat, and no one noticed anything wrong with him. It was not until his comrades hugged him excitedly after repelling the US military and made him exclaim that something was strange. He lifted the new cotton coat outside and saw that the old cotton coat inside had been broken and was covered in blood. I don’t know how many shrapnels of big and small were nailed to his body... But he didn’t say a word. In order to continue fighting on the battlefield, he even put the cotton coat that he had treasured for several months on his body.

There is another one, I can no longer remember his number. The soldiers who came to the 597.9 Highlands are very diverse, and they all have all the troops. But I believe he is a cadre because there are several red lines on the lining of his cotton coat, which is the symbol of a Communist Party member. He is not a cadre himself, but because he wants to stay on the battlefield. Even though his fingers were cut off four of them during the bayonet, even his chest was stabbed. Even after taking a few steps, he was so painful that he bit his teeth "cracked"!

I believe there are still many people like them, but I haven't noticed them.

It is actually very simple to discover this. Just gather the soldiers and check it out. But I don’t want to do this, and it doesn’t make sense to do this.

How can there be a complete egg under the collapse of the nest? I believe that when the enemy occupy our position, no one of us will be able to walk out of this battlefield alive. So, why should I expose their "lie" again?

The soldiers would not know about this situation. When the enemy's bombing stopped and we rushed to the position again, we might never come back. But they were still chatting and laughing in the tunnel, no different from usual.

Are the soldiers laughing at life and death? But I don’t think so, because I think they don’t care about their own death at all. They only think about positions, tasks, and honors, so they don’t think that they may die if they go to the position later, so there is no saying “smiling at life and death”…

The explosions outside the tunnel were tightened for a while, and more than half an hour passed, and the US bombing of us had not stopped yet. Of course, these bombings still could not pose a threat to us in the tunnel as usual, unless their shells were so powerful that they could penetrate the 597.9 highland.

The bombing of the US military this time lasted for so long, and it was undoubtedly telling me two things.

First, they didn't know that we had insufficient troops. Obviously, if they knew that we had only a dozen people, they would not give us any chance to breathe, nor would they waste any time. They would consume our little force before dark. At that time, I had only two choices. Either hand over the surface position or all of them were killed.

Another thing, I can also make it more certain from their long bombing time that the 187th Airborne Regiment suffered a significant loss under the bombing of our army's "Katyusha" rocket launcher. Because they suffered major casualties, they needed time to reorganize their troops. Because there was a sudden gap in their troops, they needed time to formulate another feasible plan.

I leaned my rifle aside and stuffed the m1 step magazine in the ammunition box with my bullet bag. Then I sat down with confidence and leaned on the wall of the tunnel to rest. After thinking about it, I couldn't help but take out the pocket watch in my arms and look at the time. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was more than an hour before the sky was dark.

I have never hoped that the US military's artillery would bomb longer as it is now. But I also knew that this was impossible, because no matter what, before it gets dark, the US military would definitely launch an attack on us. They also hoped that we could be able to solve it before it gets dark. They also knew that by the next day, we would more or less get new reinforcements, and it would be even more troublesome to deal with it!

Sure enough, the sound of cannons outside gradually became sparse after a while. I looked at the soldiers deeply, looked at the perseverance on their faces, looked at the determination they showed, and gritted my teeth and ordered loudly: "Enter the position! Give the American devils a little color to let them know that our Chinese People's Volunteer Army is defeated!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison, carried their weapons and rushed out of the tunnel.

I originally wanted to say "persist until dark is victory", but I changed my mind temporarily! Because I don't want to use the word "persistence", it sounds like we are in a passive state of being beaten, which may give the soldiers a negative defense mentality. On the contrary, "giving them some color" is extremely aggressive. I want the soldiers to know that to make them have confidence that our battle is not just defense, but also can use bayonets to teach those Americans a lesson like last time!

He came to the position No. 9 again with a rifle, and carefully poked his head out to take a look. The soldiers of the 187th Airborne Regiment of the US Army had already lined up and started to attack, and the formation returned to the orderly past. It seemed that after a period of calm, they had regained their rationality.

Unlike the last time, they did not send tanks to support this time. The foot of the mountain was empty except for the two Pershings who served as barriers for their mortars. Perhaps they found that the tank guns and anti-aircraft machine guns at the foot of the mountain did not play much role except increasing noise and wasting ammunition. So they simply omitted this link.

but……

I noticed that they were still holding carbines, which were not suitable for thorn-slapping carbines!

Could it be that they still want to do it like they did just now?

If this is the case, the last battle before dark seems to be too simple for us. We just need to shoot at them, and then wait until the US military rushed in front of us and then go back like last time... Although our number is already very small, if all we have to do is this, I believe the soldiers can still do it!

When I was resting in the tunnel, I thought that in order to avoid the same situation again, the US military might consider changing the m1 rifle suitable for sting. Of course, this is not a good idea for them who are used to carbines, not to mention that with their sting skills, it seems that no matter what gun they hold, it doesn't matter what gun they hold. Or, they will choose to pull a puppet army to attack. After all, the puppet army's sting skills are much better than theirs.

No matter what, I think they should change, but I didn't expect them to rush up like this...

I felt that things would not be so simple, so I couldn't help but raise my rifle and look at the enemy through the scope. But after searching the US troops several times, I found nothing different except that I felt that they were walking a little slow.

Wait, what is that?

At this time, a dazzling sunlight that penetrated from the smoke attracted my attention. I didn't know how long I hadn't seen the sun, so it was difficult for this sunlight to attract my attention.

Through the layers of smoke, my eyes could only vaguely see what seemed to be placed on the road at the foot of the mountain, but I couldn't see clearly what it was.

What is it? I feel a little familiar, but I can't remember what it is!

I believe this thing is the "change" of the US military's attack and their "magic weapon" for victory, so I quickly put down my rifle and raised the telescope with a larger magnification to look in that direction.

After looking at it, I realized that it was the signal board used by the US military to contact and guide the aircraft. I had used this signal board to get supplies from the US military, and later I made some small moves to make the US military explode the Pipingli...

They were trying to guide the combat power to bomb our mountaintop positions! I quickly realized this.

This is not the first time that the planes bombed the top position. Just a few days ago, on this high ground, the puppet army used signal flares to guide the plane to drop bombs at us. But I still thought of the difference this time very soon.

The 187th Airborne Group is about to develop ground-air coordination!

Ground-air coordination, sea-air coordination... These have always been the favorite and best-at-have sets of the US military. However, the communication equipment at this time has not yet been developed to the point where infantry can directly contact the air force, so they need to use signal boards to guide. The reason why the puppet army did not play this set is because they cannot easily and easily cooperate with the air force like the 187th Airborne Regiment. This may be the real elite and proud place for the 187th Airborne Regiment!

At this time, I couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Retreat the tunnel?

If this is done, the US military can command the aircraft through the signal board at the last moment without dropping bombs, and then easily occupy our positions.

Not withdrawing the tunnel?
Chapter completed!