The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 36 Revenge! (Late update, please collect)
Speechless for a night, Xia Yuan opened his eyes, and the woman he met last night was no longer there. He checked his health, and it was stable at 80.00%. The wound was covered with herbs given by the woman, and it had stabilized.

Xia Yuan got up, only to notice that on the ground beside him, there were two batches of medicinal herbs pressed by stones, tied with a rope.

There is a crooked number '3' on it, which means that it is changed every three days.

Putting the herbs on his body, Xia Yuan wanted to go to that woman and thank her face to face, after all, she saved his life.

boom!
As soon as he came to the yard, suddenly there was a gunshot from another direction in the small village. Xia Yuan was startled, quickly hid in a corner, carefully poked his head out to check, his expression froze instantly.

He saw very clearly that the woman who rescued him last night fell in a pool of blood outside the village. When she fell, she looked in his direction. Three American soldiers came to the woman with guns in their hands. Looking at the woman's body, he fired several shots.

Seeing that the woman was dying, the three American soldiers put away their guns and turned around and walked towards the village, laughing as they walked.

Only now did he understand why he couldn't see that woman when he woke up. She had discovered that the American army had entered the village early in the morning. In order to help him not be discovered by the American army, she went to lure away the group of American soldiers by herself, but she was shot by the American army. kill.

Xia Yuan retracted his body, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably. He was just a person who met by chance. For him, the picture of the woman lying in a pool of blood is still printed in his mind. Obviously, it was just a person who met by chance. The woman, maybe everyone in the village died, she didn't want to live for a long time, maybe there was only one chance, and when the chance came, she knew that she would die if she went out, but she still chose to lure the US army away, using her own death as a reminder Xia Yuan.

It was too late for the current situation to make him sad, Xia Yuan grabbed the gun in his hand and left the village quickly.The U.S. military is searching the village. He cannot stay here for too long, but he will not let this U.S. army go easily.

I found a high ground. This position can clearly see the situation of the whole village. It is already daytime. In addition to the US troops stationed at the head of the village, there are also soldiers of Syngman Rhee walking back and forth among the ruins of the village, patrolling the village. Looking at each room in the village, the U.S. military is lighting a fire and cooking at the head of the village. They don't seem to worry about their position being exposed at all.

I can only explain one situation, just like last night, there are their troops nearby.

Xia Yuan observed the number of US troops in the village, a US reconnaissance squad, twelve US soldiers, and a platoon of Syngman Rhee soldiers, No. 30.

After confirming the number of enemy troops, Xia Yuan tightly strangled his waist with a piece of cloth. In this way, the impact of the wound on him was greatly reduced.

"I will avenge you."

Xia Yuan took a deep breath and looked at his own high ground. The location is very good, and there are several positions that can be moved, but what he has to consider is the other troops of the enemy. With their troops, once the fight starts here, the enemy's troops will inevitably be attracted like last night, and the battle must be resolved quickly.

Xia Yuan set up the big eight pills and waited quietly.

Han Jun, who searched unsuccessfully, returned to the village. A group of people sat in the open space, two of them guarded the house, and the others sat around the campfire to keep warm and boil water for cooking.The soldiers of the U.S. military also took out coffee, connected some hot water, brewed a cup of coffee comfortably, and sat and chatted about interesting things. They pitched tents here, and it is estimated that they will stay here for a while.

Syngman Rhee's soldiers were sitting in another open space. They also lit a fire, boiled a pot of water, opened the canned beef, put it in the water for a brief scalding, and opened the lid to eat immediately.

Xia Yuan ate some boiled potatoes to cushion his stomach, and lay quietly on the snow. Seeing them put down their things and start eating breakfast, Xia Yuan pulled the trigger calmly.

Gunshots exploded in the valley.

Wearing a thick military uniform and holding a cup of hot coffee, the American soldier's body seemed to have been whipped, and he tripped to the ground.

The sudden gunshots shocked the resting U.S. and Korean troops so much that they couldn't even hold the coffee and food in their hands, and many people were so scared that the food in their hands fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!"

"The enemy is on the mountain!"

Before they could react, a second shot rang out, and a panicked American soldier who was crawling on the ground with a submachine gun and his crooked helmet fell, lying on the ground without a sound.

With the death of the No.2 soldier, the U.S. and South Korean troops also reacted very quickly. They heard the direction of the gunshots, and they didn't even see the figure, and they shot at the mountain indiscriminately.

A U.S. military man with a walkie-talkie quickly contacted the artillery, wanting to seek fire support.

next moment.

The third shot was fired, and the American soldier squatted on the ground in panic, his expression froze as he looked around in panic, a blood hole appeared on his head, he fell straight behind him, and the walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the ground.

Three shots were fired, and all the fallen were American soldiers. Someone in the Korean army noticed something and immediately shouted in Korean, "Sniper! There is only one man, and he is here to kill Americans!"

Sure enough, the fourth shot was fired, and it was still U.S. soldiers who fell.

The U.S. soldiers were not stupid, so they naturally noticed that the Han soldiers were fine, only their own died, and they quickly hid in the bunker.

The snipers on the mountain obviously had no intention of letting them go, and the gunfire came from another direction.

"the fifth."

Xia Yuan calmly put away the gun, clutched his abdomen, and moved quickly, and traces of bright red blood seeped out of his abdomen, which soon soaked the thick cotton clothes.

Changed a position, stuffed a handful of fried noodles into his mouth, randomly grabbed the snow on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and looked coldly at the US troops down the mountain.

Fighting twice in a row, and walking through the gate of hell last night, Xia Yuan has fully adapted to the war.

If you don't adapt to the battlefield, you will die on the battlefield. No one will force you, and you will force yourself to adapt to the battlefield. Only in this way can you survive.

In just a few days, Xia Yuan has grown from a modern person to a volunteer soldier who can kill the enemy with a gun. His skills have provided Xia Yuan with powerful combat capabilities, and his proficiency in aiming skills is constantly improving .

The U.S. military was beaten and fled. It is daytime now, coupled with the improvement of proficiency and the blessing of the spiritual realm, his marksmanship has been greatly improved.

But now, the U.S. military is in a village in a ravine. He is condescending and can see the whole village at a glance. He is like a god of death who overlooks the world and harvests lives. .

After shooting, Xia Yuan continued to change positions. As for the group of American troops, they huddled in the bunker and directed the Han army to fight.

Xia Yuan didn't let them go. The eight bullets in the large eight-magazine magazine were quickly emptied, killing six American soldiers and two Korean soldiers. I was attacked by a sniper. Although it was not a headshot, it was fatal.

No one dared to make a joke of their own lives, raised the gun above their heads and fired indiscriminately. As for where the bullets hit, it was unclear.

After all, your own life is important.

Xia Yuan put his padded jacket on backwards and put it on his body. The military overcoat was too conspicuous, so he left him in the first position. He reloaded eight bullets into the magazine. He had enough bullets, only 7.62 There are more than 200 rounds of bullets.

"We can't give them time to procrastinate, either get rid of them, or evacuate now!"

(End of this chapter)