Chapter 17: Savage Collision

Hot blood splattered onto the faces of the comrades nearby. These soldiers, who had never truly been on the battlefield, finally broke down. Two armed police soldiers dropped their guns and ran toward the back of the hillside, crying out, "I don't want to die yet, I don't want to fight. Let's retreat quickly, we are out of bullets. Wait for these lunatics to charge up, and we'll all be torn apart......"
Deserter!
Everyone's attention fell on the two deserters. Shen Hao picked up the Type 85 automatic rifle in his hand, but his hand was trembling slightly. After all, they were the brothers who shared the same pot and affectionately called him big brother every day!
"Who doesn't want to live? Who isn't afraid of dying? But now we're surrounded—where can we run? Where can we escape?! "Shen Hao wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, locked the rifle's crosshair back onto his subordinate, and shouted hoarsely, "Rather than letting you die under the terrorists' blades, I, as your brother, might as well send you off for a while!" ”
The two soldiers lay more than thirty meters apart on the hard snow, tears of grievance still hanging from the corners of their eyes. All the soldiers of the armed police squad lay on the hillside looking at Shen Hao. Shen Hao shouted, "Aren't you all pretty impressive usually? Aren't you all brave, acting just like Huang Jiguang and Dong Cunrui?" Don't shout so loudly in daily life, but your legs go weak on the real battlefield! Let me tell you, we're now completely surrounded by enemies more than ten times our number. If we can't hold out until reinforcements arrive, we're all doomed! Don't you understand what those terrorists did in our city? If we really became deserters and their prisoners, think about what would happen to us! Either way, it's all about death, so why not pick up your own weapon and fight to the death with your grandmother, to turn the world upside down and hope for a breakthrough at the end of the tunnel?! ”
Long Jianhui shouted, "Hold your weapons tight, get your grenades ready, remember to save every bullet. If you don't hear my orders, even if the enemy's bayonet has already pierced your body, you must not fire!" ”
Long Jianhui lay on the hillside, carefully listening to the chaotic footsteps of over two hundred religious fanatics. Only when the enemy was less than fifty meters away did the machine gun fire team at the foot of the mountain stop strafing to prevent friendly fire from accidentally hitting them. Long Jianhui suddenly shouted, "Drop the bombs!" ”
Dozens of Chinese Type 79 wooden-handled grenades spun fiercely through the air. Facing rifles in the hands of over two hundred terrorists, three armed police soldiers were hit by covering fire as soon as their heads surfaced, falling headfirst to the ground. Amid the smoke from grenade explosions, the Chinese troops began to fight back. At such close range, as soon as the gunfire rang out, a group of terrorists on the opposite side fell. But at the same time, the enemy's grenades also landed on the Chinese defensive positions.
One grenade landed at Long Jianhui's feet. Long Jianhui's eyes widened in shock. It was originally just an ordinary grenade, but its surface was densely glued with tiny steel balls 1.28 millimeters in diameter. The entire grenade no longer showed the usual ferocity and coldness of a murder weapon; instead, it looked exactly like a little girl's favorite toy.
At least twenty or thirty of these steel ball grenades were thrown into the Chinese defensive positions. Amid the rapid explosions, two or three thousand small steel ball grenades mixed with grenade shrapnel flew wildly through the air, and painful groans echoed throughout the position. For a moment, it was impossible to tell how many people had been injured by these steel ball grenades. Immediately after, the sky turned gray. Glass bottles filled with gasoline, homemade bombs, grenades, grenades, and even landmines were all ruthlessly thrown into the Chinese army's positions by those "jihadists."
Shen Hao glared at Long Jianhui and shouted, "Order the shots to be fired! If this keeps up, our brothers won't even fire before the enemy blows them up and burns them all!" ”
"No, wait until they get closer!" Long Jianhui's face was as cold as water. Only when the xx terrorists were less than twenty steps away did he suddenly shout, "Open fire!" ”
More than forty Type 85 automatic rifles, more than a dozen Type 56 submachine guns, a dozen Type 02 automatic rifles dedicated to soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces, and two Type 54 pistols fired simultaneously. At such close range, faced with such a dense barrage, more than half of the more than two hundred religious fanatics immediately fell. But Shen Hao's nose tingled. Removing the Fifth Special Unit's Type 02 rifle, only about fifty rifles fired. That meant that in less than half an hour of fighting, his largest armed police force had already lost nearly half of his brothers!
When more than two hundred xx terrorists were reduced to just over fifty under intense fire, Long Jianhui shouted fiercely, "Brothers, bring bayonets! Kill them!" ”
All the soldiers of the armed police force were stunned. Long Jianhui had already led more than a dozen Fifth Special Forces soldiers out of the trenches they had barely dug out of the snow with bayonets and hands, raised bayonets from their automatic rifles, and charged fiercely at more than fifty terrorists.
Long Jianhui's rifle flashed out, stabbing fiercely at a terrorist. He shouted loudly, "Quick!" Send half out to fight, while the other half quickly retrieve the weapons and ammunition the enemy had dropped on the position! ”
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted on the battlefield. A terrorist, along with several accomplices around him and a soldier from the Fifth Special Forces, fell in a pool of blood. Long Jianhui shouted hoarsely, "Be careful! There are dangerous men among them carrying explosives who could self-destruct at any moment. Eliminate them first!" ”
Seeing more than twenty soldiers in the armed police squad, each carrying three or four rifles and carrying a pile of magazines, running toward their own position, the commander of the xx terrorists shouted frantically: "Open fire immediately! We absolutely cannot let Chinese soldiers get ammunition replenishment from us!" ”
Seeing the machine gun cover team exchanging glances, the killer organization commander shouted, "We are waging holy war for the future of xx and for the dignity of millions of our compatriots. Each of us has long been prepared to sacrifice for justice. Each of us takes pride in sacrificing truth, so we can fire immediately and let them return to Allah's embrace in glory!" ”
As soon as he heard that more than twenty light machine guns and one amphibious heavy machine gun were firing simultaneously at the foot of the mountain, Long Jianhui realized he had made a fatal mistake. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Retreat immediately!" ”
But it was already too late!
The more than thirty remaining xx terrorists trembled all over as they were scorched like sieves. When they fell, the armed police soldiers and the Fifth Special Forces soldiers, exposed to the enemy's machine gun formation without any cover, all fell in large numbers. Long Jianhui rolled several times in succession. When he jumped into the trench less than thirty centimeters deep, his body suddenly trembled, and a gush of blood gushed violently from his thigh.
Shen Hao trembled all over as he pointed at the weapons and ammunition on the ground that had been exchanged for the lives and blood of soldiers from the Armed Police Force and the Fifth Special Unit, and cried out in grief: "You used thirty lives, and all you want is to reclaim these dozens of broken guns and a hundred or two hundred magazines?" ”
Long Jianhui removed the saber still stained with enemy blood from the automatic rifle, and without any anesthetics, without even frowning, he dug out the bullet that had lodged in his thigh. He took a set of sewing needles and thread from his first aid kit and, with his rough hands and feet, completed an artistic work on his large thighs that could hardly be described as beautiful. He pulled the bolt, took a few rounds from the magazine, pulled out the bullets with his teeth, gathered the gunpowder together, struck it on his thigh, and then took a lighter from his pocket.
Under everyone's gaze, Long Jianhui calmly placed the blue flame on his own thigh. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air above the entire position. After tightly wrapping several layers of hemostatic bandages around the wound, Long Jianhui replied coldly, "Yes. Since we don't have many bullets left, we'll have to fight the enemy with bayonets sooner or later. Why not act early and exchange weapons for ourselves to sustain the fight? In my eyes, this operation is ...... Worth it! ”
Long Jianhui pulled the microphone on the communicator and shouted, "Zhanxia Ge, what are you doing? Why haven't you taken down the enemy's Gaoping dual-purpose heavy machine gun yet?!" ”
"Reporting to the instructor," for some reason, Zhanxiage's voice sounded very soft and strange now. He said softly, "I've already taken out the enemy's Gaoping dual-purpose heavy machine gunner, the new chief and deputy machine gunners!" And I myself am helping them replace the bullets for the high-altitude dual-purpose heavy machine gun! ”