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    The tank's 120-mm gun fired again, and this time the building completely collapsed. At the same time, the tank's coaxial machine gun and body machine gun also fired, suppressing the Laotian firepower with a hail of bullets.  Sun Yalong originally wanted to lead the troops to advance through a cross cover, but accidentally turned into a long live charge. The recruits had learned how to use cross cover, but this was full of bullets. Once the recruits charged, they could not stop anything.  I forgot and just thought of rushing behind the front cover.  It's not that Sun Yalong can't understand the feelings of the new recruits, he himself is almost the same.  After rushing behind the cover, Sun Yalong carefully looked at the location of the enemy's firepower points, only to find that fire was being fired almost everywhere.  "It deserves to be the capital city." With such a density of enemy distribution, even if you use your ultimate move casually, it won't be enough.  Sun Yalong was about to use his radio to call for artillery fire, but found that the microphone originally attached to his throat had disappeared at some point.  However, it was difficult to call for artillery fire due to the power of the individual radio, so Sun Yalong shouted: "Fat man! Radio!" Then the chubby deputy platoon leader and the communication soldier ran over.  Sun Yalong took the microphone and called loudly: "Raipiao, radish, this is Green Onion, answer." After repeating it several times, a response came from the microphone: "This is radish, Green Onion, please speak." "Our advance is blocked by the enemy's strong firepower. We need to  Artillery support. ""Don't you have tanks?" The other side just asked, and the tank's shells passed over Sun Yalong's head and exploded in the town.  "The tank's direct firepower probably won't be able to clear all the enemy-garrisoned buildings quickly," Sun Yalong's voice also sounded a little helpless, "We need cloudbursts or napalm bombs." "The bombing squadron will arrive in about fifteen minutes, ready to indicate the target.  "Sun Yalong put down the microphone and shouted to his subordinates: "Hold on, the bombers will arrive in fifteen minutes!" "But platoon leader, what are we doing here, are we just being beaten?" A soldier asked loudly.  "Fight back! The tanks are fighting back, don't you know what to do? Don't care whether you can see the enemy or not, just shoot back when you see the light of fire!" The next moment, Sun Yalong's subordinates were crackling.  shot away.  Although there is only one platoon of people, the firepower of the Xinming Army is obviously more fierce than that of the Laotians, and the training of the Xinming Army is also better than that of the Laotians. They can't see anyone firing at the flash trigger, Xinming's  The soldiers' bullet impact points are much denser than those of the Laotians.  Sun Yalong himself was holding an automatic rifle and firing it. After emptying the magazine, he squatted on the spot to change the ammunition. He had just removed the empty magazine and was pulling a new magazine from the ammunition belt. A group of guys dressed as guerrilla soldiers flew into the air.  Run across the intersection he is facing.  Sun Yalong was startled, loaded a new magazine with a convulsive speed, raised his gun and pointed it at the intersection, but the Laotian team seemed to have passed.  Sun Yalong breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the muzzle of his gun by two centimeters. At this time, another group of Laotians ran out from the right side of the intersection.  Sun Yalong pulled the trigger out of habit. Because the muzzle of the gun was drooping, the first few bullets hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke. Then as the muzzle jumped up, the bullets hit the running guerrillas one after another.  Team.  Sun Yalong stopped shooting and exhaled softly.  This is the first time that Sun Yalong is sure that he has killed the enemy.  Although Sun Yalong had shot at the enemy many times before, he was never sure he hit.  Every time after occupying the position, Sun Yalong looked at the corpses and was completely unable to connect them with his shooting behavior, so he had no real sense of killing.  But this time, Sun Yalong knew that he had killed four of them. He just pulled the trigger and without even aiming, he killed four of them.  It feels a little pleasant.  Sun Yalong subconsciously smiled on his face. He held the gun in one hand and adjusted the helmet with his free hand.  At this time, the fat man reported: "The bomber squad is coming soon. We need to indicate the target." "Old Wangtou! Fire a flare!" As soon as Sun Yalong finished speaking, the oldest non-commissioned officer in the platoon fired a red smoke shot at the building where the enemy was guarding.  bomb.  The red smoke immediately rose up, forming a column of smoke, which was very conspicuous.  After these days, the Laotians also knew what the red smoke meant. Sun Yalong saw the Laotians rushing to evacuate from the building, so he shouted: "Hit them! Beat these idiots! Tell them to plant roadside bombs!" He  The platoon fired again, hundreds of bullet casings rolling to the ground.  Then Xinming imitation version?The super ghost passed over Sun Yalong's head, and the napalm bomb instantly swallowed up everything in Sun Yalong's sight.  ¡°Burn them to death!¡± a soldier in the platoon shouted loudly. ? ** After that, Sun Yalong's platoon got a short rest and waited for the fire caused by the napalm bomb to extinguish.  At this moment, other troops also caught up from behind and spread out outside the town.  The fire caused by the napalm bomb was larger than expected and spread to almost half the town, so the division headquarters could only order all troops to wait outside.  Sun Yalong led his platoon and rested behind a small wall. From a distance, he saw a person carrying a camera walking this way while filming.  Among the three people, there was a bearded man who was holding a camera and filming intently. Next to him, the sound recordist was carrying recording equipment, holding a long pole with a microphone, and holding his backpack; and behind the sound recorder was a third person, who seemed to be a professional.  The person responsible for watching the road supported the sound recordist and carefully guided the two people who were concentrating on their work.  Sun Yalong and his soldiers looked at the three people until they came to his row.  "Don't look at the camera," the cameraman suddenly said, "You have to act as if you are exchanging fire with the enemy." As soon as the cameraman finished speaking, the tank parked next to Sun Yalong's platoon opened fire, and the recoil from the 120mm cannon made the combatants  The car rocked back and forth slightly.  Sun Yalong stretched his neck slightly and looked over the low wall. No one could be seen moving at all in the burning town. Maybe the chariot fired its cannon just to cooperate with the shooting - Sun Yalong didn't know the commander of the tank very well either.  Did you hear the cameraman's instructions?  He waved his hand: "You have all heard it, pretend to fire at the enemy, everyone, move, move." So Sun Yalong's platoon fired another shot at the burning town.  The cameraman looked quite satisfied. He moved the camera slowly behind Sun Yalong's row and took pictures of the row of people shooting from multiple angles.  "Very good, good work, soldiers." As the cameraman said this, Sun Yalong and the others just finished shooting a wave of magazines and stopped to reload, while the three-person camera crew went towards the other soldiers with satisfaction.  .  Sun Yalong muttered: "It turns out that the movies we usually watch on TV were shot like this" He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.  (I wrote this part of the chapter because I feel it would be incomplete without the Vietnam War. I probably won¡¯t have another chance to write about the Vietnam War in the future. In addition, although the new book can now be searched for in Genesis, the new book is mainly about the starting point of the conflict.  I still hope that after reading the new book in Chuangshi, you will feel happy and go to Qidian to vote for the new book and save it.)
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