Hawkeye's Increasingly Baffled

Sharp gunshots ripped through the night, and an encounter was about to break out.

In the mountain valley to the northwest, the South Korean army's search and suppression detachment spewed flames continuously, suppressing the Seventh Platoon, which hurriedly took cover in their bunkers.

Tao Dayou lowered his back to its lowest point, raised the machine gun with his elbows, and drove the gun legs deep into the ground.

Crazy Brother lay behind him, holding the canvas ammunition bag with both hands.

The dark figures opposite were still firing wildly, their gun muzzles flashing like a pack of wild dogs stumbling around in the dark.

Kuang Ge's hands were itching to see it.

He reached for the wooden-handled grenade at his waist several times, wishing he could grab it and rush up there right now to send those people back to their hometowns one by one.

But he was the assistant shooter.

Only by keeping the machine guns firing continuously could Tao Dayou suppress the enemy's firepower.

Crazy Brother gritted his teeth, removed the empty magazine, and replaced it with a new one.

"Click!"

The magazine clicked into the gun, and Tao Dayou immediately pulled the trigger, mowing down two enemy soldiers.

The remaining men were so frightened that they immediately ducked into the ditch, and the previously dense firepower suddenly turned into chaos.

The South Korean army's search and suppression detachment originally thought that only scattered North Korean People's Army soldiers and fleeing civilians were in the mountains.

In their view, this mountainous area had become the backyard of their coalition forces.

But as soon as they crept into the ravine, they were met with oncoming machine gun fire.

The feeling is like a hunter entering the forest with his gun, only to find a bear already crouching there with its mouth open, waiting for him.

"left!"

Hawkeye whispered a reminder, and Madman looked in the direction of the voice.

From behind a low bush at an angle, a Southern Dynasty soldier crouched down and crept out.

He held a carbine, the muzzle pointed directly at Tao Dayou's side and rear.

Then there is no more.

Because the old squad leader rushed out close to the ground immediately.

The enemy soldier had just pulled the trigger when the old sergeant's hand was already supporting the barrel from below, forcefully deflecting the gun.

The bullet grazed Tao Dayou's hair and entered the ground.

The next instant, the veteran sergeant cut into the enemy soldier's arms, tightened his right palm, and slammed it hard into the man's Adam's apple.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking was drowned out by the gunshot.

The enemy soldier's eyes widened, and his body went limp as he collapsed.

The old sergeant snatched the carbine, cocked it, loaded a bullet, and turned to continue fighting the other Southern Dynasty soldiers.

At this moment, the main force of the Third Company also pressed forward from behind the mountain road.

Platoon Leader Zhao led his platoon to flank the enemy from the side and rear, while Platoon Leader Liu led his 3rd Platoon of soldiers to charge head-on into the enemy ranks.

"bomb!"

Boom! Boom!

Hand grenades exploded one after another in the narrow ravine, sending frozen soil and gravel flying into the air.

Before the Southern Dynasty army could reorganize its defenses, it was sandwiched between the three companies and cut into several sections.

Gunshots, shouts, and explosions mingled together, then fell silent after just a few minutes.

From the start of the firefight to the complete end of the battle, less than seven minutes had passed, and more than a dozen enemy corpses lay scattered on the frozen ground.

Two Southern Dynasty soldiers with leg injuries were pressed onto the frozen ground, their faces pale and somewhat dazed.

How did I suddenly unleash a combo while we were fighting?

Crazy Brother climbed out of the pit, looked down at the empty magazine he had just replaced, then looked at the mess on the ground, and couldn't help but curse.

"After all that work, not a single grenade was thrown!"

Tao Dayou lifted his blackened sleeve, wiped the sweat from his face, patted the machine gun, and turned to smile at Kuang Ge.

"Crazy guy, the assistant gunner is the lifeblood of our machine gun."

"If your feeding accuracy hadn't been as good, I would have been riddled with bullets!"

Madman? Madman was taken aback for a moment; the title actually sounded quite pleasant.

Those older than him either call him Little Crazy or Crazy Kid.

Few people actually call him "Crazy Brother," especially on a battlefield where most veterans are older than him.

Now, at least we have a proper name!

"Alright, Dayou." Kuang Ge completely forgot his frustration and gave Tao Dayou a light punch on the shoulder.

"Next time the enemy sends a platoon, keep your machine gun going, there's plenty of ammo!"

"Absolutely!" Tao Dayou chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "With Kuangzi feeding me bullets, I can keep firing until the barrel is red-hot!"

"Stop laughing, everyone!" Company Commander Zhang strode over from behind, glancing at his watch.

"Quickly inventory the spoils, and take all usable ammunition!"

"Urgent telegram from regimental headquarters: The entire company must reach the outskirts of Xuanchuan and take cover before dawn. No one is allowed to lag behind!"

The soldiers immediately dispersed to clean up the battlefield, and before long, the Third Company had once again disappeared into the night.

……

As night fades away, dawn is about to break.

When the Third Company arrived at the leeward valley near Xuanchuan, a pungent smell of decay and blood suddenly filled the cold wind.

Squad Leader Zhou, who was walking at the front, stopped.

The soldiers behind them also stopped and looked at the wasteland beside the road.

Under the moonlight, two huge loess pits lay there.

Dark brown bloodstains clung to the edge of the pit, with broken rubber shoes and torn pieces of floral fabric scattered nearby.

The last remaining liaison officer of the North Korean Ministry of Internal Affairs suddenly rushed out, slamming his knees on the frozen ground and weeping bitterly.

Upon seeing this, the company translator quickly walked over.

As he listened to the liaison officer's intermittent sobs, his expression grew increasingly grim.

"Company commander, he said... three days ago, the US army attacked here and brought all the civilians and party members captured from Xuanchuan City here for heavy machine gun fire."

"Then... they buried him with bulldozers."

The closer they got to the area captured by the Allied Powers, the more horrific the scene became, leaving the soldiers of the Third Company speechless.

The fate of a doomed nation is far more cruel than they imagined.

One of the pits has already been dug up by nearby residents.

Most of the bodies inside were claimed and taken away by their families, leaving only the disturbed soil and patches of frozen black blood.

The other pit remains unchanged.

Beneath the raised loess soil, half of a blackened arm was exposed, and next to it, a corner of a floral cotton-padded jacket was stiffly stuck to the frozen ground.

Company Commander Zhang walked to the edge of the pit, slowly squatted down, and reached out to grab a handful of frozen soil.

The soil was mixed with ice shards and darkened blood.

Company Commander Zhang clenched his fingers, crushing the hard soil into dust in his palm, with bits of mud falling back into the pit through his fingers.

He stood up, turned around, met the sorrowful gaze of the soldiers of the Third Company, and pointed to the blood-soaked path behind him.

"Look carefully, all of you!"

"Remember this place, but don't let it become our home!"

The soldiers responded with extreme silence, and one by one began to check their equipment.

What can we do on this journey? Fight!

The troops quickly went into hiding.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the morning mist dissipated.

Company Commander Zhang was looking at the latest telegram sent from the regimental headquarters.

The telegram was short, but more troublesome than expected.

It has been confirmed that the enemy defending Xichuan is not the previously detected Black American troops; this intelligence was a misreport.

It is highly likely that only remnants of the Southern Dynasty army remain in the city, or it may have already become an empty city.

The order from above was that all units of the 38th Army must boldly infiltrate and advance towards the stadium and other locations at the fastest speed.

After reading the telegram, Company Commander Zhang slapped it on his thigh.

"These intelligence agents are all useless!"

After finishing his tirade, Company Commander Zhang hurriedly relayed orders to each squad, leaving everyone stunned.

No, they waited and waited, avoided and avoided, and the information they had obtained earlier was very likely wrong.

Hawkeye's brows furrowed again, so the enemy hadn't intensified their attack?

Then why is it that the ship's squadron is suffering such a terrible defeat...?

What exactly did Luo, that old scoundrel, want by assigning them to the vanguard company of the 38th Army?