Pocket Finally United

At that moment, Deputy Squad Leader Xu was sitting with his back against the earthen embankment, glancing sideways at Eagle Eye behind him.

"Hawkeye, in the dark just now, from over 80 meters away, you could have taken down the enemy outpost who was peeking out with just two shots."

"Were you a top marksman in your old unit?"

Hawkeye looked down at the gun and gave a curt reply.

"I've only trained for a few years."

"When shooting at a moving target, you need to consider the distance and speed and allow for lead."

Deputy Squad Leader Xu was taken aback. It was easy to say, but in reality, Hawkeye's two shots were incredibly fast.

From spotting the target to raising his gun and firing, Hawkeye hesitated almost without hesitation.

During the battle, Deputy Squad Leader Xu kept a close eye on Hawkeye, the sharpshooter.

With Hawkeye's skills, the company commander really assigned them a good veteran!

Class 7 did nothing but pick up a top-notch marksman.

No, that's not right. Besides Xiao Kuang, Lao Ban Ruan Ruan also performed very well, not at all like an ordinary veteran.

Class 7 just stumbled upon three treasures.

Squad Leader Zhou was chewing on frozen fried noodles when he heard their conversation and poked his head over.

He looked Hawkeye up and down a few times, and the more he looked at him, the more pleasing he became.

Kuang Ge crossed his arms and quietly nudged Tao Dayou next to him.

"See that?"

"Snipers are in high demand everywhere they go; they're extremely valuable."

Squad Leader Zhou, with his sharp ears, swallowed the fried noodles in his mouth and raised his hand to tap Kuang Ge's forehead twice.

Stop using those weird foreign terms!

"What sniper? That's what the Americans call it. In our team, we're called top marksmen!"

"But you're right about one thing, buddy: top marksmen are still highly sought after in our company."

Kuang Ge curled his lip. So this is the version of top-tier marksmen now, and Hawkeye has become the darling of the team.

Squad Leader Zhou ignored him, turned to face Eagle Eye, and his smile disappeared.

"Hawk Eye, listen to me carefully. You are the eyes of the Seventh Platoon and the sights of the entire company."

"If a real fight breaks out, you stay behind and keep an eye on the enemy's machine gunners, artillerymen, and officers, and pick on the toughest ones to take down."

He pointed at Kuang Ge and Tao Dayou, and didn't hold back in criticizing them.

"Charging, throwing grenades, and bayonet fighting—that's the kind of work that idiots like Kuangzi and Daitomo do."

"Unless everyone in the Seventh Platoon is wiped out, you are not allowed to charge forward with a bayonet, understand?"

Hawkeye paused for a moment. What Squad Leader Zhou said might not have been pleasant to Kuang Ge and the others, but it was clearly a protective remark for Hawkeye, a top-notch marksman.

However, he never had the habit of charging into battle.

Hawkeye looked up and nodded forcefully.

"I understand."

Kuang Ge was immediately displeased. It was one thing for Hawkeye to insult him, but now Squad Leader Zhou was also insulting them.

Although Squad Leader Zhou's words actually included his own criticism, it's true that even a top-notch marksman is destined to die last.

Just as he was about to speak, Company Commander Zhang walked over with a sullen face, looking displeased again.

Having gained the upper hand in the initial skirmish, the company headquarters, along with the battalion headquarters, submitted a request to the regimental headquarters to advance into Heecheon City while the Southern Dynasty army was still establishing its foothold.

Everyone was holding their breath, just waiting for the higher-ups to give their approval.

Squad Leader Zhou immediately got up and went to greet him.

"Company commander, has the regiment approved it? When are we going into town?"

"Approve my ass!" Company Commander Zhang said, suppressing his anger. "The military headquarters rejected the request to join the battle!"

"He also ordered the entire regiment to halt its southward advance, construct fortifications on the spot, camouflage themselves thoroughly, and remain hidden awaiting further orders!"

The soldiers were all stunned, looking completely bewildered.

"No, Company Commander, the enemy is right under our noses in the city. Why haven't we kicked them in yet?"

Company Commander Zhang waved his hand and let out a heavy sigh.

"Don't even mention you guys, there are people in the first and second rows cursing too, they all think it's stupid not to eat the meat that's been delivered right to their mouths."

"The 112th Division, which is tasked with cutting off the enemy's retreat, is still not in place!"

"If we enter the city now, and the enemy turns around and runs south, what can we use to stop them?"

Hawkeye felt increasingly uneasy. This battle felt strange to him, with no sign of a bloody battle.

"If we continue to wait, the enemy is likely to notice."

"By the time the bag is tied up, there might not even be anyone left inside."

That's what Hawkeye found strange.

According to the battle situation on the listening boat team's side, they should be fighting a bloody battle, but now they have to worry about the enemy escaping.

Company Commander Zhang glared at Eagle Eyes. What he said was unpleasant, but it wasn't without reason.

"But what the higher-ups want is to trap the dog and annihilate it completely!"

"No one is allowed to move until the order is given—get to dig the holes!"

"yes!"

The soldiers had no choice but to disperse again, and another day passed.

And so they waited until dusk.

The messenger finally brought the orders.

"Company Commander! Urgent telegram from headquarters!"

"The 112th Division has completely cut off the retreat route south of Heecheon; the trap is closed!"

"General offensive order! All-out attack!"

The trenches, which had been silent all day, suddenly came alive.

The bolt was pulled back, the ammunition box closed, and the bayonet was drawn.

The soldiers leaped up from the frozen ground, the chill on their bodies dispelled by the command.

Company Commander Zhang was overjoyed and unbuttoned his collar, pulling out his pistol.

"Comrades! Show us the three fierce spirits of our 38th Army! Charge with me!"

"Charge!"

Shouts of battle echoed along the mountain gully.

The three battalions of the 337th Regiment simultaneously leaped out of their concealed positions and charged towards Xichuan.

Class 7 followed the third row and rushed to the front.

Kuang Ge carried the heavy ammunition box, his mind already rehearsing the fighting strategy after entering the city several times.

First, find the enemy's machine gun bunker.

Tao Dayou provided frontal suppression, while he was responsible for supplying ammunition; when the distance was close enough, he would throw grenades directly.

If it gets any closer, then we'll fix bayonets.

But the closer they got to the county town, the more Kuang Ge felt something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

The dilapidated city gate of Xichuan was wide open, with the door panel leaning to one side, and there was not even a fixed firing point in sight below.

"spread!"

"Seize the intersection, control the rooftops!"

The three men rushed into the city and quickly dispersed.

The soldiers took turns providing cover against the dilapidated courtyard wall, their guns pointed at the windows and alleyways, ready to unleash enemy fire at any moment.

But there was nothing there.

The streets were deserted except for the footsteps of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, which had surrounded Xichuan City and was pouring in.

A soldier, gun at the ready, kicked open a wooden door, scanned the room, and found nothing.

"Nobody's here!"

"There's nobody here!"

Kuang Ge and his men felt uneasy. Could this really be an empty city?