Chapter 5, The First Shot

With a sound of "du..." the old squad leader blew the small horn that had been hanging around his neck. Before I could react to what was happening, a large hand belonging to a bearded man pressed me to the ground. Then I noticed that everyone in the squad simultaneously drew their grenades, pulled the fuses, and after a three-second delay, tossed them with a flick of their hands. Dozens of grenades arced through the air and landed in the enemy's position

The Third Company will follow the road to ambush the enemy's artillery, while the other companies will return to the position to intercept the enemy reinforcements This was the last order given by the regiment commander

The Type 38 rifle was originally the standard weapon of the Japanese infantry. After Japan's defeat and surrender in World War II, China confiscated a large number of Type 38 rifles. This rifle features a long barrel, and with the bayonet, it exceeds 1.5 meters in total length, making it one of the longest rifles in the world

I gasped for breath, realizing that the enemy was organizing their defenses, intending to make a final desperate struggle.

The sound of gunfire gradually diminished, the noise of machine guns and explosions vanished without a trace, replaced by the sounds of horns, shouts, the clash of battle, and heart-wrenching screams

"Don't move!" I glared with a pair of beast-like eyes, holding up the blood-dripping pickaxe, and shouted in Korean at the four enemies who were about to charge at me: "Don't move! Surrender your weapons and you won't be harmed..."

Looking at the bearded man again, he forced himself to sit up, picking up a rifle to block left and right, struggling to fend off the attacks of three enemies

I was running down the mountain against my will, blankly watching the bearded man in front of me as he rushed forward, skillfully loading his Mosin-Nagant rifle, raising it, aiming, and then pulling the trigger. With each gunshot, an enemy fleeing would fall in response.

A person lives up to his name, with a beard resembling a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, charging straight into the enemy's position alongside the volunteer soldiers.

The bugler sounded the charge with a series of sharp notes.

A tremendous roar echoed, and the ground I was lying on shook several times, with bloody fragments of stone and clumps of mud raining down on me like a hailstorm.

In just a short while, the valley transformed into a scene stained with blood.

Without having time to think much, I raised my gun and charged towards the man with the bushy beard, while skillfully loading my rifle with my right hand. Without aiming, I lifted the muzzle and fired a shot, causing one of the enemies surrounding the bearded man to fall to the ground. Then, under the astonished gaze of the enemies, I swiftly took down another one. By this time, I had already run up to the bearded man, and with a single blow of the rifle butt, I smashed the face of the last remaining enemy, who was filled with disbelief, to pieces.

The four enemies were stunned, holding their guns in silence for a long time, unable to utter a word. After a considerable amount of time, they finally dropped their guns one after another and raised their hands in terror

With a loud bang, a grenade exploded not far away, startling Yang Ma, who immediately raised his head and let out a long whinny. His four hooves kicked wildly, unable to distinguish friend from foe. The bearded man, caught off guard, received a kick that looked quite severe, sending him flying far away before he fell to the ground. He struggled a few times but was unable to stand up for quite a while.

The warriors began their charge, with three companies advancing towards the battlefield under the fire cover from the high ground on both sides, like three steel blades. One blade thrusts in at the front, another at the rear, and the last one strikes in the middle. Our company is the blade that strikes in the middle, and I feel as if I am a notch on the edge of the blade

The smarter ones kneel down and raise their hands, while the less intelligent ones jump into the Jiulong River. In this freezing weather, jumping into the river saves the volunteer army a few bullets. The even more foolish ones... even when the guns of the volunteer soldiers are pointed at their backs, they recklessly run around everywhere

A more brutal hand-to-hand combat has begun

With a command given, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, heavy machine guns, and mortars roared in unison, as bullets and shells rained down upon the roads of the valley. In an instant, the valley was filled with the sounds of gunfire and the chaos of artillery. Where the machine guns passed, the enemy fell in droves, like rice being harvested, with blood bursting forth from their bodies. Each explosion of a shell could almost lift several individuals into the air, only for them to fall back down in pieces. Those who were shattered yet still alive used their last ounce of strength to emit pig-like screams towards the sky. Where the machine guns passed, the enemy fell in droves, like rice being harvested, with blood bursting forth from their bodies. Each explosion of a shell could almost lift several individuals into the air, only for them to fall back down in pieces. Those who were shattered yet still alive used their last ounce of strength to emit pig-like screams towards the sky

The sudden blow left the enemy disoriented, causing them to flee in all directions like ants on a hot pan, desperately searching for places to hide. However, the volunteer army was ambushed on both sides of the road, leaving no shooting blind spots at all. They had no safe place to take refuge, and the merciless bullets continued to claim their lives one after another

The voice was hoarse yet powerful, and I recognized it as belonging to the man with the bushy beard. At that moment, he had already broken away from his comrades' line, wielding his rifle to fend off attacks as he charged in another direction. It was not until he reached a large red foreign horse and reached out to grab its reins that I recalled the old squad leader's instructions and understood the bushy-bearded man's objective

Kill...

The man with the beard let out a disdainful cold snort, making me realize that I had not fired a single shot yet, but I no longer cared about my own face or whether I was a coward. I was just thinking that the beautiful victories described in books, on television, and in stories, the thrilling battles that were so exhilarating, were actually so terrifying.

I was almost dragged down into the valley by the bearded man, but once I ran out of the trench, I couldn't stop myself. The steep slope and the soldiers rushing forward in front and behind me meant that the only way to regain my footing was to be knocked down the mountain.

With the sound of a gunshot, the bayonet fell to the ground, and its owner collapsed weakly to the ground with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead

An enemy with a handlebar mustache charged at the old squad leader, brandishing a gleaming bayonet and shouting. What he did not see was that the old squad leader was holding a submachine gun. Without even pausing his steps, the old squad leader raised his hand and fired a burst, knocking him down to the ground

... ...

The man with a bushy beard was even more formidable, wielding a Type 38 rifle with an almost supernatural skill, executing thrusts, slashes, and butt strikes with such finesse that no enemy approaching him could withstand even a couple of his blows

This chapter is dedicated to the 118th Division of the 40th Army of the Volunteer Army, which launched the first annihilation battle abroad. In this battle, a total of 325 enemy soldiers were killed, 161 were captured, 38 vehicles were seized, 12 howitzers were captured, and 163 various firearms were confiscated

This is the battlefield, I am stunned by the cries of the enemy, stunned by the enemy's panic, and even more stunned by this hell on earth before me

But at that moment, an unexpected event occurred

Open fire

I stood here in a state of confusion, having previously observed everything from a distance while in the trenches, but now facing the harsh reality. The scent of blood filled my nostrils, the sounds of screams echoed in my ears, and my hands and face were smeared with blood. In this hell where blood was strewn everywhere, even lifting my feet brought a sticky sensation.

Salute to the brave volunteer soldier Zhao Shunsan, who in the hand-to-hand combat of the Yunshan battle, killed three American soldiers with a pickaxe and captured four American soldiers. This chapter incorporates his heroic deeds due to the needs of the plot

Charge forward

I was momentarily taken aback, hardly able to believe that the shot had been fired by me. The process of chambering, aiming, and firing was executed seamlessly, and just look at that accuracy! Right between the eyebrows! The sensation I experienced just now was as if I had been handling firearms since childhood.

Suddenly, an enemy seized me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and my gun. I forcefully swung, throwing both the gun and the enemy far away. ... Looking around, I found several more enemies surrounding me. I quickly picked up a pickaxe, let out a loud roar, and with a series of sharp strikes ... I made three holes in the chest of the leading enemy.

We were getting closer and closer to the enemy, and I could even see their panicked faces and the dark muzzles of their guns. Then, suddenly, one of those faces erupted in a spray of blood, and the entire body collapsed to the ground like a deflated sack.

Kill..." At this moment, the bearded man had already fixed his bayonet, and with a loud roar, he charged into the smoke created by the explosion of the grenade along with the other soldiers

It is said in the martial world: "An inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. A rifle of such length is advantageous in close combat, especially considering that its wielder is a volunteer soldier who participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation. Therefore, although the enemy outnumbers them at this waist level, those enemies charging forward still fall in droves beneath the bayonets of the volunteer soldiers.

With the sound of bullets striking flesh, a soldier beside me was hit, and the body rolled down due to inertia. Warm blood splattered onto my face, quickly freezing into small, cold dots in the temperature of minus ten degrees.

The soldiers of the Volunteer Army quickly reached my side, and the enemy's command structure was completely obliterated within a few minutes, causing the enemy officers and soldiers to abandon their equipment and scatter in all directions

Some are desperately crawling with one hand covering their wounds, trying to escape the battlefield in search of a glimmer of hope; some are tearfully trying to push their own intestines back in, their faces filled with disbelief upon seeing their own entrails; some are trembling all over, their limbs convulsing, ... gazing in despair at the increasing number of volunteer soldiers before them ...

In hand-to-hand combat, there is no room for hesitation; as soon as the enemy sees an opportunity, seven or eight individuals will immediately surround you. The closest one thrusts his bayonet viciously towards the man with the beard...

Hahaha ... ... The bearded man sitting behind me laughed heartily with his mouth wide open: "Kid, I underestimated you. You took down three with a pickaxe and captured four, quite ruthless ... ... "

The assault unit of the waist-cutting differs from other charging units; the enemy has been intercepted at both the front and rear, and in their blind panic, they are likely to surge towards the center. Moreover, the central area is where the enemy's command structure is located, and many of the enemy who dare to resist are mostly concentrated in this position. Therefore, when the bearded men charged into the enemy formation, they encountered resistance.

After being stabbed with a bayonet, the enemy generally does not suffer fatal injuries unless the vital areas are hit. When the enemy has largely lost their combat capability, the volunteer soldiers do not have time to deliver a finishing blow, resulting in a scene filled with bleeding and wailing enemies.

Kill

coward

Bang ... ...

I stood there in a daze, looking at my enemy in front of me, who was raising both hands in terror and staring at me. I was also quite surprised, as I had never known that I possessed such abilities, nor had I realized that I had such ferocity.