I don’t know whether it’s luck or misfortune, but Wei Ran was sitting on a small protruding rock as if he was dead.

Even through his water-soaked cotton pants, the sharp pain caused by the small stone hitting his tailbone made Wei Ran wake up instantly, but at the same time, it also made him involuntarily let go of his hand and threw the carbine he had been holding high into the

In the water.

"Wei Ran, are you okay?" The little soldier reacted very quickly and hugged the bugle to prevent it from falling to the ground, and then asked in a low voice.

"it's okay no problem."

Wei Ran resisted vomiting and Yu Wang struggled to pick up the carbine and rolled it a few times in the snow on the river embankment. He tried his best to use the relatively dry snow to absorb as much as possible before the cotton clothes were completely frozen.

At the same time, he did not forget to remove the magazine and pull the trigger.

However, in just such a short time, the water-soaked gun was completely frozen. Unfortunately, this carbine cannot rely on the "kick" method to solve the current problem like the AK rifle.

Seeing that there was no way to troubleshoot the weapon malfunction in a short period of time, Wei Ran simply stopped wasting time, angrily reloaded the magazine and carried it on his shoulder before climbing up.

After a while, the two classes following behind also came ashore one after another. In the quiet night, Wei Ran could even hear the tapping sound of teeth clashing.

After doing a few squatting and standing movements to make his cotton pants softer, Wei Ran approached the soldier with the Chinese character face who had already set up a defensive position, and took out the wine bottle from his arms under the cover of his clothes.

Kai took a sip, then handed it to the other party, and whispered with a little tentativeness, "Squad leader Shen, let everyone take a sip to warm themselves up."

The Chinese-character face looked at the wine bottle Wei Ran handed him in surprise, then simply took it and took a sip, then handed it to the person next to him.

This small jug, which only contained less than half a kilogram of liquor, was passed around among the landing soldiers, and then all the soldiers from the other two squads came ashore.

The soldier who issued the order before crossing the river also took a sip of the white wine in the flask, handed it to another soldier, and then ordered in a low voice, "Class 1, Class 2 will deal with the sentries, Class 3 will tie the pockets."

"Class 1, follow me!"

The squad leader named Shen Shen waved his hand, pulled out a bayonet from his waist, crawled onto the river embankment, and under the cover of night and snow, silently rushed to the position less than a hundred meters away from the river.

It's a bit of a stretch to say that this is a position. As far as the eye can see, apart from a few vaguely visible firepower points built with sandbags, there is a winding road in the distance that leads to an unknown destination.

As the distance got closer and closer, Wei Ran simply threw aside the cumbersome carbine, and even took off his handgun and circled it around his neck to avoid getting in the way.

Soon, two barbed wire fences that were constantly swaying in the cold wind appeared directly in front of them. The tin cans hanging on the wire fences jingled with the wind, but they completely lost their intended warning function.

This was undoubtedly a good thing. A soldier from each of the two squads moving forward immediately pulled out the pliers hanging on his waist and easily cut through the barbed wire to open a passage.

Following closely behind squad leader Shen Shen, Wei Ran climbed over the barbed wire fence in third place. Only then did he see that there was a small area dug out behind the two barbed wire fences. Although it was not large, it was definitely worth the effort.

of trenches.

The frontline trench of this trench is almost two meters deep, and even the sides and feet are reinforced with logs. On the side facing the river, not only is a breastwork built with sandbags, but also wooden planks are used

Shooting stand.

If this trench had been placed during World War I, I'm afraid it would have given a good score of over 90 points even if the Germans came.

But what didn't match the snow-covered trench was that in this arc-shaped trench that spread horizontally for a distance of a hundred or ten meters, Wei Ran didn't see a single figure at all as far as he could see.

The soldiers of the assault squad who also fell into the trench all looked at Squad Leader Shen. After the latter looked at each other with the squad leader of another squad, they immediately chose opposite directions and started to move forward with the soldiers of the two squads.

.

Queuing through a traffic ditch, Wei Ran immediately smelled the smell of tobacco, and at the same time heard the conversation on the left that was very high in "Smecta" content.

He made a gesture to Squad Leader Shen, and after the latter nodded in agreement, Wei Ran immediately followed the sound of conversation and walked over. Before he had gone far, he saw a little light coming from a machine gun fire point.

I glanced carefully with my head and saw that there were two soldiers in military uniforms with their backs to the entrance and exit of their firepower point. They were sitting around a simple stove modified from a tin bucket, smoking and talking about something.

On the bonfire on the iron stand, two cans of spiritual meat distributed in large quantities by the US military were emitting a rich aroma.

Wei Ran gestured to the soldiers following behind him and stepped forward to the machine gun fire point. When he put his left hand around the neck of the enemy on the left, he took out the Mauser bayonet in the metal book and dragged it hard. At the same time, he also fiercely used his right hand to

It hit the enemy on the right in the neck.

Immediately afterwards, he clasped his hands in the middle, and when their heads hit each other, he dragged them back and gently put them down, while also letting the blood spurt out from the carotid artery of the one on the left who had been cut.

It splashed on the machine gun less than half a meter away from them.

"puff!"

Wei Ran first patched up the chest of the enemy on his left, and then, adhering to the principle of fairness of rain and dew, he patched up the chest on his right. By the way, he didn't forget to stir things up.

Gently lowering the body in his arms, Wei Ran pulled out his bayonet and flicked it, then picked up the carbine on the right side of the wall. After a brief inspection, he got out of the machine gun bunker and waved to his comrades who were waiting against the wall.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Deliberately separated from the soldiers, Wei Ran continued to move forward in the trench with his waist hunched over. Soon, he heard snoring one after another. At the same time,

I also saw some light coming from a hole with a roof and a cotton curtain.

Looking behind him, Wei Ran carefully opened a corner of the cotton curtain and took a look inside. The space inside was not big, and could even be called a little low, except for the stove with a chimney in the middle.

In addition to some light from the fire, there were five narrow and small wooden beds arranged in a circle. Of these five beds, only three of them were sleeping.

Without rushing in, Wei Ran continued to walk forward. Soon, he saw a figure urinating into the shadow of the corner. Without any hesitation, he rushed up quickly, grabbed the person's neck with his right hand, and at the same time left

The bayonet was also thrust into the back.

Gripping the handle of the bayonet and shaking it from side to side, Wei Ran waited for the man to stop struggling, then gently pushed him into the simple toilet dug against the wall of the trench.

Before the still warm corpse could be plunged into the frozen manure pit, Wei Yan also held on to the wall of the trench and sat down on the snow-covered shooting platform, gritting his teeth and enduring the recurrence of brain failure.

Feeling, trying hard not to spit it out.

After a while, the awkward feeling disappeared, and Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief like a rescued dead fish.

It was only then that he felt the heat around his nose and mouth. He took off his mask and wiped it. Only then did Wei Ran realize that he had a nosebleed!

"Don't give me a cranial brain injury with that damn book..."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of cold snow and put it on his nose. After waiting for a moment, he put on his frost-covered mask again, held on to the wall and returned to the dormitory he had just discovered.

Once again, the thick cotton curtain was lifted, and Wei Ran squatted next to a Nanhan soldier who was still sleeping soundly. After gently lifting the quilt, he simply stabbed the bayonet from his left rib into his lung cavity, and then again

He took out his bayonet and stabbed him in the chest.

Without getting up at all, Wei Ran moved to the side of the second bed on his hands and knees, and repeated his trick to kill the second sleeping soldier Nan Han.

"puff!"

When Wei Ran stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the last sleeping soldier, he didn't pull it out at all. Instead, he sat down on the ground and took off his rubber shoes that were soaked in water and frozen like a pair of iron shoes and his armor-like armor.

cotton pants.

He went to the fire to warm up a little. Wei Ran carefully found a pair of gray-blue field cotton trousers and a pair of furry boots that were barely suitable for him, and then retied the white camouflage trousers.

Bed sheets. Finally, he made a fire and checked the carbine he had just seized. Then he opened the curtain and got out.

In such a short time, there were already many volunteer soldiers in the trench, and even outside the trench, there were already volunteer soldiers with guns leaping past and advancing towards the front.

As the number of people infiltrated increased, the first gunshot finally rang out from this position, but soon, after several gunshots, shouts came one after another from all over the position.

Until this time, Wei Ran was finally sure that this language mission was indeed as expected, and he had learned Bangzihua. And the out-of-tune Bangzihua shouted by the volunteer soldiers still read "Put down your weapons!"

Compared with the American soldiers he encountered in the previous two scenes, Wei Ran's eyes were really opened at this time. From the sound of the gunshot, less than two minutes before and after, the "put down the weapon" one after another seemed to be more powerful than the gun.

Very useful.

In this dark and snowy day, the noise of the Nanhan soldiers stationed on this position dropping their weapons made Wei Ran mistakenly believe that he had arrived in France, which had just been occupied.

After a small number of the defeated soldiers who were about to take advantage of the chaos to run to the rear were bombarded back by the third squadron who had rushed over in advance, the platoon leader who had been following them all the time shouted at the top of his lungs, "Xia Chuan!

Send signal!"

"yes!"

Xia Chuan immediately pinned the box cannon in his hand to his waist, pulled out a flashlight, and ran to the edge of the barbed wire fence to make a signal.

At the same time, the platoon leader also shouted names one after another familiarly, asking them to cut the barbed wire as quickly as possible.

After handing over the few Nanhan soldiers who had just been captured from another bunker that was used as a dormitory to the people of the second squad for unified custody, Wei Ran moved next to the bugler Xia Chuan and looked in the direction of the other side of the river.

In the darkness, volunteers from the No. 60 and 70 soldiers rushed down the river embankment in groups of two and two carrying planks, stakes and even oil drums prepared in advance.

As if they couldn't feel the temperature, these soldiers rushed into the cold river without stopping, smashing down wooden piles one after another as quickly as possible, or simply placing a few iron buckets with both ends open.

, used to support the wooden planks that serve as the bridge deck.

Before the last plank was laid, the first batch of volunteer soldiers rushed onto the temporary wooden bridge.

After the first group of people crossed the river to help control the prisoners, the soldiers who had just taken over the position also accepted the cotton-padded clothes and shoes handed to them and put them on on the spot.

"Assault Platoon Assemble!"

In the darkness, the platoon leader whispered a greeting, and everyone who had just changed into dry clothes immediately gathered around and stood behind their respective squad leaders.

"Wei Ran, your wine flask." As the squad leader spoke in a deep voice, he handed the wine flask stained with traces of blood to Wei Ran.

He hurriedly took the flask, and before Wei Ran could say anything, the platoon leader, whose name he still didn't know, said, "There are less than 12 hours until dawn. We have to get to our American friends before dawn.

Surround us and strive to capture their command post in one fell swoop! Comrades, do you have the confidence?!"

"Make sure to complete the mission!" the soldiers from the three squads shouted in unison.

"Throw away unnecessary equipment and supplies!" Before the platoon leader finished speaking, many soldiers had already thrown away their unnecessary belongings at their feet.

Glancing at the vanguard troops coming over on the temporary wooden bridge, the platoon leader waved his hand, and the three assault squads who had just finished the battle immediately lined up and ran at the front, heading towards the heavy snow-covered road.

Entering this bone-chilling snowy night.

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Chapter completed!