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Chapter 51 The mountains don't come to me, I will go to the mountains
He showed no mercy, nor could he.

The white man lying on the ground is obviously an American soldier with high combat literacy. The bazooka in his hand is ready to go. Once fired, it will definitely have a certain impact on Xu Qing.

So he shot first.

On the battlefield, it's either you die or I die. Any hesitation or sympathy at the moment may cause more serious consequences that you don't want to see.

"If you want to blame, blame the war, blame your ambition!"

Xu Qing picked up the equipment, cold-proof clothes, weapons and other things from the bodies of the three Americans.

The soldier in the open space in front of the house was first hit by grenade fragments and then shot in the leg by him. At this moment, he lost a lot of blood, but he still maintained some consciousness.

Xu Qing walked over and patted him awake, and asked in English:
"What's your name, tell me about your origin and where you live."

"Jack..."

The American soldier struggled to open his eyes to look at him, then looked around, and suddenly realized:

"I heard the second lieutenant call your name, you are a ghost, are you a ghost? God... Our enemy is actually only you from beginning to end..."

"You know our language, you can understand my words, you won't kill me, right?"

Jack had a glimmer of hope.

Xu Qing looked at him calmly: "If you answer the question, I won't kill you!"

Jack immediately organized the language to answer.Xu Qing listened, what he said was roughly the same as what the soldier Perry knew.

He quickly learned that the last officer killed just now was the platoon leader of their team, Second Lieutenant Cross, and the big man with the machine gun was the adjutant.Originally, there were 39 people in this platoon, but after the entire team was defeated by the Chinese volunteers, there were only seven people left in the remnant, and nine new recruits came in temporarily.

Because the Eighth Cavalry Regiment lost contact with the First Division of the US Cavalry, and the radio station could not be contacted, the remaining subordinates could only huddle in one place, recuperate, and wait for reorganization and reintegration.

And this 16-member squad was also transferred to a squad due to lack of manpower. The chief and deputy platoon leader led three 4-member firepower teams to patrol the mountains and search for supplies and surrounding intelligence.

He continued to ask, the address and location of their current temporary residence sounded the same, it was near a mountain about six kilometers away.

Xu Qing nodded.

He didn't have anything to ask anymore. He asked about the secrets and military situation of the combat plan and deployment. Jack said that he was just a recruit and didn't know anything about these.

He turned around and was about to leave. Jack lay weakly on the ground and shouted unwillingly: "Ghost, I surrender, you said you wouldn't kill me..."

Xu Qing stopped in her tracks:

"It's true that I won't kill you, but I won't save you either."

The man was bleeding profusely, and like Perry in the previous room, was dying.

He turned around and took off the clothes and belongings of other Americans around him, and carried them all to a hiding place for counting.

These soldiers have a lot of supplies and equipment. Except for guns, almost each of them carries a lot of ammunition and pineapple grenades, as well as a small number of signal flares and flares.

Then he picked up the pineapple grenade. In the actual combat just now, he found that this kind of grenade is very effective. It is much safer and more effective than the domestic Hanyang-made and Gong-style earthen barrel grenades.

So I counted, a total of 28, and put them all into my backpack.

Among the other looted items, he also found three very useful items.

One is the gold-encrusted pocket watch picked up in the snow, which is especially useful for him who is walking outside and doesn't know the time.

Another is the scope and flash hider found on a Garand rifle.

This is an M1 Garand sniper rifle with a modified receiver, and a small magnification scope is installed on it, about [-] times.There is also a flame arrester at the bayonet bayonet, which can reduce the fire exposure when shooting.

This surprised Xu Qing, even Pinghe's gun didn't have these.

click, click...

He touched the newly handed-in gun and adjusted it a few times. The mechanism and bullets were crisp and pleasant, and the maintenance was very good, so he couldn't put it down.

There are still a lot of Garand rifles left, but most of them are for shooting grenades, and the muzzle is equipped with a launcher. He tried it, but it is not convenient to carry and troublesome to use. It is not as accurate as his direct single-shot .

The last one that is very valuable is the bazooka. It looks very similar to Lei Gong's two bazookas. It is the latest anti-tank individual combat weapon of the US military, also called "Super Bazooka". There are two more words, but the power is greatly increased.

With one shot, as long as it hits properly, it can even directly destroy a tank. The T34 tank, a weapon of the Korean People's Army, was defeated by the Americans in a short period of time, and this weapon is credited with it.

At this time, New China did not have such equipment. Even the ordinary bazooka handed over from the Kuomintang, the entire Ninth Corps had less than a hundred of them. If each battalion could get one or two, it was considered rich.

The Seventh Company was equipped with one more because of its meritorious service and the need to frequently perform missions behind enemy lines.

Xu Qing picked and picked, hung the pocket watch around his neck, carried two firearms behind his back, and then quickly packed the rest of the food, bullets and necessities.

Looking at the piles of debris left on the ground, there are cigarettes, machine guns, military tags, and piles of ammunition.

Xu Qing was thoughtful.

Thinking of Ping He's strokes on the bullet case, leaving a mark after killing an enemy, he suddenly wanted to make something similar.

From this pile of sundries, he pulled out more than a dozen American oval "dog tags", all of which were covered with beaded chains and made of stainless steel.

"George A. Cross..."

He picked one at random, the first line was the name of the owner of the military plate, the second line was the soldier's number and blood type, the third line was the address of the emergency contact person, and the fourth line was the religion.

His symbol, my honor.

Xu Qing shook her head and stuffed everything into her backpack.

The rest of the supplies couldn't be taken away, but they couldn't be cheap and buried right away.

When he finished all this and came out of the house again, the soldier Jack lying on the ground had lost a lot of blood and was speechless.

He called up the system interface:
[Task: Killing Enemies (26/100)]

[Experience: 180]

"Unknowingly, have I already killed so many enemies?"

Looking at the number of people, Xu Qing was slightly in a daze.

He remembered that Wu Qianli said that only when he killed twenty enemies on the battlefield can he be considered a warrior, truly a soldier, a hero.

He's killed enough, and gone far beyond.

In battle, his excellent shooting skills and desire to survive made him feel no great feeling every time he shot.

At this moment, the gunpowder smoke cleared, and after calming down and thinking about it, I realized that I had been battle-tested for a long time.

"But it's not enough. If I want to return, I want to find Qilian and help everyone... I still have a lot to do!"

At this moment, the entire valley has regained its calm, only the snowmen are left falling continuously, and large snowflakes like velvet quietly cover the killings and corpses all over the ground.

It was almost dawn, so he rested for a while, and without stopping, he quickly moved to the outside of the mountains.

The enemies here are resolved, but this is not the end. There are more enemies in the dark. These people take up weapons and become another group of hungry wolves.

He wasn't sleepy, his eyes were bright, and there was a flame burning at the bottom of his eyes...

If they don't come to find me, I will find them myself!
(End of this chapter)