The flares rose into the sky one after another, and there was no interruption in the middle. Under the pale light, Wei Jianjun commanded the troops to start cleaning up the battlefield. One of the troops lifted their shoulders and the other lifted their feet, and they threw the dead Yankee down a slope behind the position. The position occupied by the Yankee was really good. With such a concave high ground, the Yankee had left three machine guns in the position. From here, they could control a large area of flat land and the lake shore.
The American Federal Army, which had been entrenched here not long ago, was indeed in a panic when they were suddenly attacked. However, they did not give up. Some people immediately launched a counterattack against the Liberation Army. As long as they dared to fight, they could make the other party bleed. There were 20 people in the three rows who rushed up to the position, and there were hundreds of American Federal Army soldiers on the opposite side. At least seven or eight people immediately launched a counterattack. In the ensuing battle, Wei Jianjun did not know how many people also participated in the counterattack.
Wei Jianjun could not remember the course of the battle at all, and he had no intention of remembering it clearly. The only thing he could clearly remember was that Wei Jianjun had given up his bayonet and rifle. He pulled out his revolver and shot all the Yankee who had not fallen to the ground in front of him. Wei Jianjun had completely forgotten how many people he had killed on the ground. Instead, he remembered one detail very clearly. In addition to the six bullets on the turntable at the beginning, he had used three rapid reloaders in the middle. That was a total of 24 bullets.
He did not know when the flares started firing one after another without stopping. The pale light emitted by the flares did indeed illuminate everything, but it also strangely absorbed almost all the colors, turning the whole world into a monotonous black and white world. Their skin was pale, and their green or blue military uniforms showed different shades of gray or dark gray. The bloodstains were pitch-black.
The Yankee, whose faces were as pale as ghosts, seemed to be using rifles, pistols, and some even pulled out daggers or rushed up with their bare hands. Wei Jianjun remembered that as long as they did not fall, he would shoot these enemies in the head. In the beginning, he had to face the enemy alone. Not long after, without waiting for him to shoot, the enemy would be knocked down by bullets or stabbed to death by the Liberation Army soldiers from the side with bayonets. With such assistance, Wei Jianjun felt that he would have more time to focus on finding and killing his enemies more effectively.
It was an indescribable state. Wei Jianjun felt as if the entire world was a huge machine. This machine used invisible gears to press down on him, forcibly suppressing all thoughts that had nothing to do with combat from Wei Jianjun's mind. Anger, panic, fear, all of these were still there. However, it was clearly isolated from Wei Jianjun's current spiritual world. All of his emotions seemed to be outside of a solid membrane, and inside this membrane was Wei Jianjun, who was purely a killing machine.
Knowing that the battle was over, Wei Jianjun still couldn't free himself from that state. That layer of spiritual membrane seemed very thin, but in reality, it was stronger than Wei Jianjun's pure rationality. All his emotions were perfectly isolated from his consciousness. Under such circumstances, Wei Jianjun decisively gave the order to sweep the battlefield and occupy the high ground.
Perhaps the Americans' attention was not here, or perhaps Wei Jianjun's attack speed was too fast. In short, the Americans didn't seem to notice that such an important position had been taken away by the Liberation Army. They didn't send troops to recover it, nor did they send troops to contact them. The Liberation Army was able to calmly throw hundreds of corpses out of the position, and the blood left on the position was quickly blown away by the lake wind. Other than carefully adjusting the machine guns, the soldiers threw the Americans' rifles together, and no one cared at all. This kind of black gunpowder bullet was not common to the Liberation Army's rifles, and the troops were not interested in this kind of bullet with limited power.
In the strange black and white color created by the flare, Wei Jianjun actually saw a rapid reloader on the empty ground. He bent down to pick it up, wiped it on the cartridge, and put it into the cartridge. Wei Jianjun didn't stop after putting away this small auxiliary tool. Now that he had gotten rid of all his emotions, his rationality told him that he had to continue doing work related to the battlefield. So, Wei Jianjun took out his revolver and began to load it. The next battle might begin soon. The rationality of the battle was driving Wei Jianjun to find an opportunity to continue fighting. Even if the enemy hadn't begun to attack the high ground, Wei Jianjun had decided to lead the troops away from the high ground to attack the enemy's flank.
Wei Jianjun's forced, ethereal mind operated very calmly. Since the US Federal Army hadn't discovered that the high ground had been taken away by the Liberation Army, it meant that the enemy either didn't have enough troops to take care of so much, or the enemy's attention wasn't here at all. If it was the former, Wei Jianjun's attack from the flank and rear could cause the enemy to be attacked from the front and rear, magnifying their plight of insufficient troops. If it was the latter, Wei Jianjun's attack from the flank and rear could cause the enemy to be attacked from the front and rear, causing an unexpected setback in the military operation they were trying to complete. No matter how one looked at it, this was a great advantage to the situation of the battle.
Of course, things that were good for the overall battle were dangerous for the troops involved in the battle. Not to mention the casualties of the troops at this time. The troops that had 20 people when they attacked had now lost six soldiers. Including Wei Jianjun, there were still 16 uninjured soldiers who could participate in the battle. Even the lightly injured could continue to use the machine gun and could probably protect themselves. But the future of the 16 people who attacked was difficult to judge.
Wei Jianjun wanted to recall the fear that had been isolated from his rationality, but his spirit refused to do so. Such a simple state of fighting and killing was too wonderful. There was no fear, no joy. Everything was immersed in the pure battle. Although maintaining this state required a lot of physical strength, there was no shock, no fear, no joy, and no worry. The pain of life was also swept away in this state.
In this empty mind, Wei Jianjun made a very rational judgment. If he wanted to lead the troops forward, he needed to settle old scores. As he continued to reload, Wei Jianjun calmly asked the platoon leader of Third Platoon, Second Squad, next to him, "Where's your platoon leader? Call him over. "
The platoon leader could not see Wei Jianjun's expression clearly. Under the flare, everyone's expressions were extremely strange. However, the platoon leader could hear the murderous intent in Wei Jianjun's voice. His seemingly calm tone and calm action of reloading explained a lot. Many soldiers' anger and murderous intent would be mixed together, but there were also many soldiers whose murderous intent and anger were clearly separated. After Wei Jianjun finished reloading, he closed the magazine and put on the safety. Then, he took out the rapid reloader that he had just put into the cartridge and reloaded. Seeing that the platoon leader did not say anything, Wei Jianjun continued, "Go, call your platoon leader over."
The platoon leader was about to explain when he saw two soldiers supporting a person from the edge of the position. He said to Wei Jianjun in a deep voice, "Company Commander, our platoon leader … is here …"
Wei Jianjun glanced at him, took out his revolver, and walked toward the person who was being supported. After only two steps, his strides became shorter. After another two steps, he put the revolver back into the holster. It was obvious that the platoon leader was seriously injured. There were large black marks on his face and the gauze wrapped around his head. If it was during the day, the bloody marks would have been dark red, but now they looked completely black. His blood-stained face was frighteningly pale.
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