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Chapter 53 In the camp carnival

When Xu Qing stood up again, he could faintly hear some movement in the forest seven or eight hundred meters away.

The continuous gunshots here could be heard far away in the silent mountains and fields, and the enemy might have already discovered them.

"If you find it, you will find it, Qilian has never retreated!"

Xu Qing wiped off the blood on the bayonet with a towel, rewrapped it and put it away.

Next, it will be difficult to use this kind of close-handed blade. It should be his old guy-the sniper rifle.

He had no time to touch the seven corpses on the ground, so he quickly turned around and took the other equipment he put down earlier.

Then he picked up the rifle, covered the cotton cap and steel helmet tightly, and covered his face as much as possible. Many American soldiers dressed like this in this weather, and then he quickly rushed up the mountain towards the trail.

He wants to find a suitable sniper location as soon as possible before the enemy reacts.

While running, he added all the 70 points of experience gained from the seven enemies he just killed to the 'Agility' attribute. The weapons and equipment he is currently carrying tens of catties have already affected his speed somewhat.

But he just ran to the mountain, and he didn't expect the enemy on the mountain to be more flustered than him.

After passing the whistle on the mountainside, after running about 700 meters, there is a mountain platform. The front is simply repaired with circles of sandbags and barbed wire defenses, which are isolated from other passages and roads.

There were more than a dozen cars, trucks and armored vehicles parked on the flat ground behind the barbed wire, and two tanks were parked around the barbed wire, camouflaged with nearby bushes and branches.

Dozens of large and small camps are tied up in the innermost part, hidden in the shadow behind the mountain, it is really difficult to find if you don't go up the mountain to look.

He observed the surrounding guard posts and commanding heights, and there were several hillsides on the opposite side where he could see it, but it was a little farther away.

At this time, many people in the camp were alarmed by the gunshots. It was less than six o'clock in the morning at most, and most of them were still asleep.

After being awakened by the news spread by the soldiers at intervals, many people thought that the enemy had already attacked the mountain, and they got out of the tents one after another, dressed, cursed, and some were already preparing weapons.

After he came up, a few soldiers who were running down the hill not far away saw him coming out from among the trees on the right side. They only took a look, but no one cared about him.

Xu Qing froze in place, resisting the movement of raising his gun to shoot.

Look at them, and look at yourself—the clothes and equipment are exactly the same as theirs, the guns in your hands, and the boots you step on, there is no difference.

Are these Americans so easy to fool?

"...It seems that they haven't fully absorbed the lesson of 'look like friendly troops'."

It gets up late in the winter morning, and the sky is not very bright yet. There are more shadows in the trees here than in the snowfields and mountains before, and the visibility is much darker than in other places.

These Americans, who have never been defeated before, are used to being proud, and they are not as vigilant as they imagined. Xu Qing saw that there were many South Korean Syngman Rhee soldiers in this remnant army, all dressed in this way, and only saw an American military uniform. , there is no idea of ​​pursuing it.

Xu Qing then put the pistol and grenade in his pocket, the nearest available place, then lowered the cotton cap with ear protectors a little, and began to swagger close to the barbed wire.

No one cares about him.

Just as he was about to go in, an American soldier shouted to him: "Hey, soldier, you came down from the mountain, what happened?"

Xu Qing lowered his head slightly, and responded vaguely: "The sentry below the mountain seems to have spotted the enemy."

"Shit, we are all hiding here, how can we still be touched by those Chinese!"

The white soldier took off his hat and spat hard on the ground.

He asked again: "Which patrol do you belong to, and where are your teammates?"

"Second Lieutenant Cross's signalman. He asked me to report that our communication tower was found six kilometers away, but it was attacked there."

His English sounds not much different from theirs.

"Come in! Captain Fields has been waiting for this news for too long, hahaha, there is a communication tower, we can be saved!"

The white soldiers were overjoyed immediately, and opened the barbed wire gate, allowing Xu Qing to come in quickly.

"...Yes, I thought so too."

Xu Qing walked in sideways with her head down.

The white soldier looked at him, with the big and small bags wrapped on his back, and asked casually:
"What are you carrying?"

Xu Qing's heart tightened slightly, and he had already clenched the pistol in the sleeve, but there was still no change on the surface, and he replied with a smile:

"The food we found in the houses of the North Koreans, potatoes and corn, do you want to taste it?"

"What are you kidding?" The white soldier said contemptuously, "you went to hunt meat at the bottom of the mountain, and you found such a small amount in one night? Edson is still envious of your patrol team. Hurry up, the captain is inside on the [-]th Camp, hurry up and report the good news of the communication tower to him, maybe you can even reward you with a pack of his favorite cigars!"

"...Thank you, man, you're such a nice guy."

Xu Qing bid him farewell and left, striding towards the direction he pointed.

This guy is really a "good guy"...

Not only let him in, but also pointed out to him the specific location of the commander here, without even noticing his face.

Just don't move him.

Walking in, there are soldiers walking around, most of them are just waking up, shouting in a hurry.

Soon, Xu Qing saw an officer dressed in a lieutenant's uniform, wearing dark sunglasses, coming out of a larger tent on the mountain, and asked the soldiers who were moving around:
"Who's shooting?"

"I don't know, Captain, we are sending people down the mountain to see..."

"Then hurry up, don't dawdle here!"

"Yes, sir!"

He immediately understood that this person was the Captain Fields whom these soldiers called—the supreme commander here.He hurriedly lowered his head slightly, trying to pass by him.

Unexpectedly, just after Fields got angry, he suddenly remembered something, looked around, and called Xu Qing directly:

"come here."

Xu Qing was taken aback for a moment, but immediately came to his senses and lowered his head: "What are your orders, Captain?"

"Which row?"

"Lieutenant Cross's platoon."

Cross is a good guy, and it took only a few hours for him to die under his gun, and no one doubted it.

Captain Fields nodded, without even looking at him, he threw a bunch of debris over:
"Soldier, move these to the command tent for me, and then call all those guys to a meeting. Also, tell them—if they don't arrive before seven o'clock, let them all roll down the mountain!"

After speaking, he left.

Xu Qing was a little dazed, and took the stack of miscellaneous things from the irascible American officer, which were all lists of soldiers and material counting slips.

He looked at it, and it was of some value, but there was no specific confidential information.

He immediately pulled a soldier who was passing nearby, and said to him, "Hey, man, Captain Fields is losing his temper, hurry up and call those guys to the command post for a meeting!"

The soldier immediately nodded in agreement and left quickly.

This Captain Fields seemed to have a unique and fierce place in their hearts.

As for who those guys are?

It's none of my business.

Anyway, they are all enemies, and they don't need to know their names.

Xu Qing quickly carried these documents and sundries, and walked towards the tent of the command post calmly.

Due to the shortage of manpower, most of the guards were also mobilized, and assembled into small teams to explore down the mountain.

He went straight into the camp without any problems. It was an enlarged and modified round woolen tent with sand tables, maps, and a large number of English books inside.

Xu Qing didn't have time to check it, so he just took a quick glance, but didn't find anything particularly important. After thinking about it, he tore off the map hanging on the wall, rolled it up and put it in his bag.

Then he quickly took out pineapple grenades one by one, and set traps in hidden places under the command sand table, desks, chairs, and near the entrance of the tent.

Then he went out and walked around again, but he couldn't find a place to put explosives or weapons. There were already people close to the tank, but he still found a few tents and arranged all the more than 20 grenades in the bag. Just give up.

Xu Qing took it very quickly, less than 10 minutes in total, and then quickly retreated.

He walked on the road unhurriedly, glanced around, but still no one cared about him.

Walking on the road, he realized that the news about the communication tower that he casually mentioned at the door had been spread throughout the small half of the camp by the white soldier without knowing it.

"Thank God, amen!"

From time to time he heard joyful cheers everywhere, and he even saw a young soldier kneeling on the ground praying excitedly.

Xu Qing looked at all this strangely, and passed through the entire camp almost unimpeded all the way, and soon got out of the barbed wire coverage.

As soon as he left the camp and got into the jungle, he made sure no one noticed him, so he spread his feet and ran fast!
While running towards the commanding heights he had found before, he clenched his fists hard, feeling both calm and excited.

He also felt a little unbelievable that such a dangerous action to go deep into the enemy's hinterland was completed so easily by himself!

He doesn't know if there are any gods, but their gods definitely don't work!
Climbing to the high ground, Xu Qing quickly put down all the equipment, then set up the newly handed-in Garand rifle, started to adjust the scope, and pointed it at the opposite camp.

He lay there for a long time before his pounding heart calmed down.

"Calm down, calm down, the revolution has not yet succeeded, our army still needs to work hard..."

He waited slowly, and the minutes and seconds passed. This time was very long and anxious, and it was still a while before seven o'clock.

Suddenly, he opened the pocket watch on his chest and carefully counted the days. Today is November [-]th, a Sunday—an American Sunday.

Xu Qing silently said: "Today is a good day for Americans."

Looking at the gun in his hand: "...Do you think so?"

No one answered.

But there are also answers.

Soon, he looked forward, and the mountains in the distance were covered with snow, and there was a "boom" in the sky, and the flames shot up to the sky.

　This is a very delicate book about Red Mansions. I have seen Lu Zhishen pull out weeping willows upside down, but I have never seen Lu Zhishen in the Dream of Red Mansions... A letter from the tide on the Qiantang River, today I know that I am me, alas!The great monk's chivalrous journey in the Red Mansion, a friend's book, recommend it to everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)