Chapter 739 Hatred
In fact, this cannot be blamed on their instructors, mainly because there are one or two people standing and shooting. These are young students, so they want to show their courage.
"Damn it, who asked you, a little bastard, to stand here to fight sniper war? Who taught you, what I usually teach you, is that all? Let's lie down, lie down, and shoot calmly to solve an enemy with one shot." Fortunately, such a thing was discovered soon, and most people began to lie down. At this time, they also knew how stupid they were just now. That was not to show their courage, but to throw their lives to the Indians as garbage. Although the weapons in the hands of Indians were behind, they were also hot weapons that fired bullets, not those cold weapons. If they were facing enemies with cold weapons, they could stand to solve them. But now these Indians use hot weapons. Although they were all things from the First World War, they could definitely send you to see the King of Hell when they hit you.
The first round of Indian charge was disintegrated, and hundreds of corpses were thrown away. However, the Indians knew very well that this was their last chance. When the plane came, they didn't even have this chance. The Indian officer did not wait for the soldiers to breathe, and immediately held up his pistol and forced the remaining Indian soldiers to charge. It doesn't matter how many people died at this time. As long as they can rush out, there is a glimmer of hope. If they can't get out, it's really troublesome. These Indian soldiers may all die here, and it's not embarrassing to die on the way to charge, but if they all die in this canyon, it would be a real shame.
In the hearts of Indians, they are better than China, but if their army had just entered the battlefield and died at the hands of the Chinese, this is something that no Indian can accept, so they must rush out of this place. Even if they are in front of the natives, they must not die at the hands of the Chinese.
"Don't fucking holding an empty gun here. There are no bullets in your gun. Roll aside and put the bullets on it. Now it's not the time to distract yourself. Indian soldiers have been repelled by you, but their attack is coming soon. A new recruit wants to become a veteran. This kind of battle situation happens from time to time. If you can't even adapt to these, go back and continue to be your rich young master. The army's road should not be adapted to you." The captain came up and kicked a soldier holding an empty gun in the back. This guy just now
They were a little stupid, and they had no bullets anymore, but they were still trying hard to pull their triggers. Such things happened frequently among the recruits. The captain of the squad was the squad leader, so they understood what they should say. Sure enough, with the inspiration of this, the recruits quickly changed into magazines and lay next to the squad leader to shoot the Indian soldiers. Their shooting accuracy was not very high just now. Eight bullets could only kill one or two enemies, but in this round of attack, eight bullets could already kill three people.
The captain of the team looked at everything in front of him happily. These were all new recruits, but after experiencing this battle, they would definitely be able to strive for progress, and they could understand what to do on the battlefield, at least they didn't need to know anything else. Their ears were shouting loudly next to their ears. Thinking of this, the captain of the small soldiers smiled happily, but just as he was laughing, a bullet penetrated directly through his artery.
"Captain..." There will be no distinction between recruits or veterans on the battlefield. The bullets on the battlefield will not have eyes, nor will they distinguish between generals and soldiers. As long as you are on the battlefield, you may die for the country. This squad leader is in his fourth year on the battlefield. When the security regiment was established, he also served in other warlords in the country. He joined the security regiment after the Battle of Songhu. It can be said that he has made great achievements. If this is not the case, he would not have sent him to the southeast.
The Asian region has come, but even such a squad leader with great military achievements has sacrificed forever in the battle just now. The soldiers he brought out were shocked. In their memory, although the squad leader was very strict, he took good care of their training and life. Thinking that after falling asleep every night, the squad leader would get up to see their background. Thinking that after they led the training, they were so hot that they were sweating all over, and the squad leader had already prepared boiled water for them.
"You bastards." The angry soldiers had already seen their squad leader die. At this time, there was no need for others to inspire him. They picked up the gun in their hands and began to shoot at the Indian soldiers in front of them calmly. The Indian soldiers in front of them seemed to suddenly encounter a group of veterans, with a very high accuracy rate. This situation often occurs on the battlefield. After the soldiers performed extraordinaryly, the accuracy rate will generally increase a lot. Now the squad leader who cared for them has left, and no one is continuing to watch them. On the road in the future, they must rely on themselves to complete one combat mission after another and contribute their own everything to their country.
After repelling the enemy's attack, several new recruits were crying. There was a saying that they were bleeding but not crying in the army. They were all new recruits who had just arrived, just like their elder brothers, taking care of them in the army. Although the squad leader spoke very harshly, everyone knew that the squad leader was for their own good.
When they saw the squad leader at the end, they touched their hands towards their top pockets and slowly unbuttoned the squad leader's top pockets. There was a beautiful woman inside, holding a child. This should be the squad leader's wife. They had never seen a missile before. It seems that the squad leader's last words were influences, which was to take good care of his wife and children?
"Avenge the squad leader and kill all these Indians." I don't know who shouted this, and the rest of them also shouted, and the soldiers around them gathered. Seeing the sacrifice of the old squad leader, they were all excited, focused on their own rules, and rushed towards the retreating Indians. No one thought that these new recruits actually had a small orgasm of counterattack.
Chapter completed!