Chapter 335 – Chinese Army Moves South (10)
The sight of the leading Chinese troops collapsing was similar to a meat grinder turning on.
When the bullet pierced the neck of the soldier who was running without bending down, the head and neck were separated as if torn apart.
The headless body fell down and a corporal in a low posture ran next to it.
Kwaduk!
A bullet passes by, taking a bite out of the corporal’s shoulder.
“Kyaaaaa!”
At the same time that his left shoulder evaporated, his left arm also fell off.
The force was so strong that the flesh inside the shoulder was damaged in chunks.
“Gar . Lessel …”
Whisk.
The corporal, who fell while clutching his shoulder, died immediately. Although it did not hit a vital point, the shattered scapula fragment ended up piercing the heart.
“Get down!”
“If this continues, we will all die!”
The soldiers screamed.
“What are you talking about! “You can’t stop now!”
“Keep running! If we stop here, it’s over!”
Even though the non-commissioned officers encouraged him, it was no use. The Chinese army falls from all directions. Soldiers wearing level 3 body armor were no exception.
“Wow!”
A soldier with a large hole in his abdomen vomited blood.
He looked down at his stomach in disbelief.
“Ah? Ah?”
Blood foams from his mouth, and he smoothes out the hole. The bullet had already taken a handful of intestines and scattered them behind, so nothing came out.
Whoa!
A few seconds later, another bullet came and shattered his head, ending his suffering.
“I’ve never even heard of this!”
A sergeant who was a former soldier and was promoted for this battle shouted.
As he said, this battlefield was very different from the environment in which the Chinese army had fought so far.
New sentry guns that you’ve never heard of are everywhere.
Unlike the Chinese military’s small models that spit out rifle bullets, it started with a minigun.
Moreover, the most terrible thing was that it was not a fight with fellow humans.
“Robot? Infectious agent? What on earth are those bastards?!”
The enemy soldiers had no fear, no pain, and no concept of death. It seemed to be a combination of the threatening parts of an infectious agent and a human warlord.
Monsters that seemed to have crawled from hell were carving terrible firepower into their bodies as if they were surgical operations.
Kwaang!
The grenade fired by the skinny sergeant hit the barricade where the stalker was hiding.
“How does it taste, you bastards!”
“The taste is terrible! That guy isn’t dead!”
The stalker who fell from the oppression stands up shakily.
[Extraordinary profit-!]
Ta-ta-tang!
“Aaaaah!”
Even though he fired a large combat rifle with his only remaining arm, a successful shot came out.
“Shoot!”
“Die!!!”
Nearby Chinese soldiers opened fire all at once.
Dozens of 5.8 mm rifle bullets passed through the stalker.
The alloy frame sparked countless sparks, and bundles of black artificial muscles exploded in clumps.
Tatang!
“Wow!”
In the meantime, it fires back and defeats one more Chinese soldier before stopping.
“Why aren’t our electricians deployed?!”
Angry voices disappear in an instant, buried in gunshots, explosions, and groans.
The Chinese army brigade has engaged in many battles with humans rather than infectious agents.
The survivors who escaped from leader, China, Mongolia, and North Korea were barely able to afford a meal, but the Russians could not be ignored.
Eastern Russia has a low population density, and although the land is large, it is dry and cold. It was the region with the least threat of infectious agents after island countries.
Even the weapons were quite loose, and armed Russian warlords were lurking around, so I couldn’t just look at them.
However, during the infection war, high-firepower weapons were sent toward Moscow, so the main force in eastern Russia was the 5.45 mm series.
While there is talk of a lack of firepower for the 5.56 mm NATO ballistics, the weaker 5.45 mm is within the acceptable range of firepower for the Chinese military.
As the Chinese army was equipped with good equipment, significant protection could be expected from the body armor worn by junior soldiers.
Even gunshot wounds only caused holes in the limbs, and death from injuries to the torso was rare.
It was based on this experience that numerous Chinese soldiers were able to charge with great majesty in this battle.
However, the bullets the enemies are shooting now do not make holes, but evaporate the entire area where they hit.
If you hit an arm or a leg, it falls off, and if you hit the neck, the head falls off.
“Kyahak!”
Another soldier fell after being hit by a bullet in the side.
The area from the belly button to below the ribs disappeared, as if a crocodile had been torn off.
The cross-section of the torn bulletproof vest and the bloody flesh are clearly revealed.
“Hey!”
Another soldier who was running to see the cruel death was killed by a bullet that flew into his temple.
After spinning around two times, the body fell down and there was nothing starting from his nose.
“The enemy’s firepower is beyond our control. A head-on assault is impossible!”
The lieutenant, who was charging with his soldiers, picked up the signalman’s radio and shouted.
[There is no retreat. If you leave here, there will be no oatmeal or rice. You have to keep hitting it like this and mess up the wires.]
However, orders from above are to be shut up and move forward.
“You can only say that when you see it from afar! “This place is like a slaughterhouse now!”
[Repeat. There is no retreat. Stick to the charge.]
“Holy shit! Are you kidding? If you’re going to charge, give me straight information about the enemy!”
[What did you say just now? What does this bastard say…]
Boom!
The superior’s angry voice was cut off by a bursting sound right next to him.
“Damn it.”
The signal soldier who was lying down next to him was dead with his nose on the ground.
There was a large hole in the center of the bulletproof helmet, and the bullet penetrated the head and neck and tunneled to the backpack communicator hanging on the back.
The lieutenant looked dejected at the sight? This signal soldier who had just died was the last soldier left under his command.
A little distance away, my friend, who was my enlistment classmate, is dead.
“Yichen…”
He was commissioned as an officer together and stayed with him for 6 years, including the Infectious War, which was a hell of royalties, and the subsequent wandering life.
He was the recipient of the Heroic Military Merit Medal. This is because he was killed alone while the entire unit was being torn apart by the Juggernaut that fell in the middle of the unit.
It wasn’t because the guy’s shooting skills were particularly good, but because one of the bullets he fired in a panic was lucky enough to penetrate Juggernaut’s eyeball and destroy his brain.
The persistent guy who was born with luck died in vain.
A trembling signal soldier curled up next to the corpse.
“Hey?”
Even when the lieutenant calls, there is no response at all.
The lieutenant could not order the signalman to come to his location. Because he didn’t have the courage to approach the signalman.
The 10 m distance between them felt as wide as the River Styx. No matter where you look, there are only corpses.
However, thanks to the sacrifice of these infantrymen, some troops were able to reach the blind spot.
The horse is so square that you can barely avoid a bullet by lying flat on the ground.
Everyone is lying face down, their whole bodies being massaged by the pile of dirt and the loud noise. Meanwhile, a brave soldier raised his head and held on to his gun.
Since I can’t just accept being defeated, I am determined to fight back somehow.
“What are you doing?! Get down, you bastard!”
“If you raise your head, you’ll die!”
Before his colleagues could stop him, three or four bullets had already flown, praising the soldier’s courage.
A bulletproof hat with several holes rolled down the back of a warm corpse.
“Damn.”
Everyone’s eyes follow the blood-soaked bulletproof hat rolling away.
No one woke up after that.
However, the Chinese army did not just get beaten up.
On a hill quite far away, Chinese snipers were preparing QBU-10 anti-material sniper rifles.
“Take care of the sentry guns first!”
As ordered by their superiors, the gunners loaded the sentry guns into their scopes.
The enemy operates two types: minigun and machine gun. The bullets they were firing were turning the front line into a mountain of blood.
But a problem arose.
“I can’t see the weak spots!”
The sentry gun had a pitifully small bullet area. This is because only the barrel of the gun was sticking out from the trench.
Moreover, the wires or side feed devices that are usually found on sentry guns are not visible.
Artemis pulled down the weak parts even though it had to endure complicated driving and heat generation problems.
Unless she was unlucky, she did not accept the weakness of being incapacitated by cutting the wire with a single blinding bullet.
“Just shoot anywhere! “What you’re holding is for property, you idiots!”
“Ah!”
Only after the superior shouted, did the anti-materiel sniper rifles spit out flames.
It is not a designated marksman gun that has always been used, and the range is far.
However, even in the Chinese army, which had been hardened through numerous battles, they achieved considerable accuracy as they were particularly excellent soldiers.
Empty!
The 6-barrel sentry gun that was firing at the very front was hit directly.
Three gun barrels break, scattering black fragments in all directions.
Meanwhile, shooting was maintained with high reliability, but each time the ball passed through the air, the firing stopped, and an ambiguous gunshot rang out.
Two tata. Tata. Tata. Tata… Card knock.
In the end, a jam occurred and it stopped. There was an attachment to relieve the jam, but that too was damaged.
With morale high, Chinese snipers fired continuously.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The armor-piercing shell flies away with a roar, targeting the sentry guns.
Yes!
The one-barrel sentry gun, which was in the middle of a meat party, spitting out large-diameter bullets, stops.
The armor-piercing bullet that penetrated the body destroyed the driving part and caused a short circuit.
“Waaaaa!!!”
They could feel the shouts of the soldiers charging below growing louder as they fired.
Some snipers also targeted stalkers who were shooting from cover.
Unlike sentry guns, which focus on suppressing fire and scattering bullets, the new electricians steadily eliminate allies with accurate aiming.
But the attempt was thwarted. This is because the stalkers took cover by erecting personal barricades that had been left lying on the ground after the outbreak of fighting.
“How is that made of plywood?”
It was so sturdy that it could withstand even an armor-piercing bullet.
If you hit it wrong, it bounces away, and if you hit it right, it goes through, but the power is greatly reduced.
Electricians don’t even flinch when they get hit with a few bullets in the torso.
The Chinese soldiers who operated electricians knew this very well.
“Take care of the sentry guns first! That is the top goal!”
The snipers changed their targets on their own before the superior gave the order.
This is because being a designated marksman is not a title that can be earned simply by shooting a gun well.
The ability to quickly identify targets and read the dangers and trends of the battlefield. Without it, you won’t be able to achieve much even if you have good marksmanship.
Kwasik!
Every time the anti-materiel sniper rifle fires, the sentry gun that was firing is damaged.
“That’s right! Just like that…”
Wow!
Puck!
The superior’s eyes, which were clenching their fists in excitement, lost focus.
“What?”
Special designated gunner Bai Jin was lying down and shooting when he suddenly felt the back of his neck become warm.
He found his superior’s body lying on top of him, blood pouring out.
Pump!
A fellow sniper who was shooting right next to him also took his eyes off the broken scope and fell limp.
This is because the bullet that flew through the scope lens tore through his eyeball and turned his brain into mush.
“There are snipers on the enemy side too!”
Baijin shouted as he pushed his superior’s body aside.
When I picked up the telescope my superior was holding, the rooftop of the Labor Center came into view.
Long gun barrels protruding from the barricade were pointed in this direction.
Among them, one muzzle that seemed to be looking at him flashed yellow.
“Damn it!”
My body fell down first without my brain even thinking.
Seeing!!!!!
A bullet that made a bloody sound passed overhead just in the nick of time.
This feeling of the wind pushed by a bullet hitting the bridge of your nose! It feels like the hand of the Grim Reaper is caressing my face.
Bai Jin felt goosebumps sprouting on his forearms and his cheeks shrinking.
He was particularly quick-witted, but his colleagues were not.
The noise of the battlefield and extreme concentration were blocking the ears of my comrades.
“Ahh!”
“Haha!”
The colleagues who were excitedly looking for the Sentry Gun with their scopes spread out one after another.
“Behind! Enemy snipers are returning fire! The location is on the rooftop of the building!”
The snipers, who belatedly realized the situation due to Baijin’s shout, hid themselves and glared at the roof of the building.
A real swordsman battle has begun between the snipers on both sides.
The problem was that there was a difference in the fact that one side was holding a square shield.
Bang!
Tatang!
“Fuck, I can’t get through it… Wow!”
Another corpse was lying around.
“Cowards!”
Shooting from that side means instant death, but shooting from this side is completely blocked by the barricade.
It was now difficult to even look up, let alone fire back.
“What are they doing?! Our infantry is being divided! “Hurry up and get rid of the sentry guns!”
A very angry political officer crawled over.
No matter how much they radio, there is no response, and the snipers are struggling for survival.
The company commander became frustrated and sent a political officer instead.
The political officer had such a large body that even though he was crawling, he felt like he would be shot if he made a move.
“The battle cannot continue because of the enemy snipers!”
“So what? Can’t you see our allies being killed in droves down there right now? Is your life your only life?! Yes?! Quickly raise your head and shoot!”
As the political officer approached, a sniper put his eye on the scope.
Bang!
Fire one shot at the sentry gun line. But he only fired one shot.
Poop!
Before the second shot was fired, a hole was made in his forehead, hitting his head.
“…”
The morale of the snipers who saw that plummeted.
“Shoot! “Shoot anything, whether it’s a sentry gun or an enemy sniper!”
The political officer who was shouting hysterically was lying flatter than anyone else.
[Response! Has Qin Wei arrived yet? Reply!]
There is a walkie-talkie a little away from the dead superior’s grasp. The company commander’s voice was coming out from there.
“Bring that walkie-talkie!”
The political officer shouted to the surrounding snipers, but no one moved.
The snipers lying down are looking at themselves with indifferent faces.
[Chin Wei! Reply!]
The political officer realized that he was the closest person to the radio calling his name.
“… Fuck.”
He swore softly and crawled away, but eventually stopped with 3 meters to go.
The place where the radio fell was a wide open ground with no cover.
It’s only 3 m, but I don’t dare to crawl.
[Chin Wei, you bastard! If it breaks, report it!]
The political officer eventually gave up moving forward 3 meters in front of the walkie-talkie where shouts were coming out.
* * *
I just killed a Chinese sniper.
I pulled the trigger with my cold, bloodless mechanical finger.
The robot I was in was engaged in a long-distance fight with stalkers holding sniper rifles on the roof of the Labor Center.
“Ignore the ground dogs and focus your firepower on the hill snipers.”
The enemy’s snipers have stopped supporting fire as they have raised their heads and given an opening for air.
The battlefield seen from the rooftop was still a tense confrontation between the battle lines.
It is a series of Chinese troops who immediately fill the empty space even if they die, and our allies who block without retreating.
“I thought the artillery would be deployed soon, but it’s still quiet.”
[Maybe the enemies really don’t have enough shells.]
Artemis said.
Until the start of the battle, what we were most wary of was the enemy artillery that would fire from the rear.
Even if you build a defense with powerful machine soldiers and sentry guns, you will inevitably become small in front of artillery.
However, by now, at the request of the opposing snipers, it was time for one or two shells to land on the rooftop, but it was quiet.
It is not an unconvincing situation.
Artillery is an absolute presence on the battlefield. It is a force close to foul that unilaterally causes mass destruction from a long distance.
As such, many shells would have already been used up in the struggle for survival against infected entities and warlords.
The Chinese soldiers who were splitting up in front of us now fired plenty of bullets, but very few grenades or grenades.
“The problem is that we don’t have artillery either.”
[There was no reason to make it.]
Our main enemies are infectious agents. Rather than fighting on flat ground, most of the fighting took place in urban areas or inside buildings while retrieving technology.
Therefore, it was efficient to maximize the combat power of each infantryman and, if necessary, pinpoint bombing using drones or helicopters.
As a result, it had a dual combat doctrine of infantry and air power.
There was no reason to develop artillery units, which consumed more resources than close-range combat.
Nowadays, the battlefield environment has become closer to a counter-terrorism war and all factories have stopped, so there is no place for artillery units.
Bang!
When I pull the trigger, an enemy infantryman through the scope falls down. I moved the muzzle in search of the next target.
Thanks to the support of the brain implant, I was able to see the overall view of the battlefield separately from the aiming field.
Bang!
Another one falls.
From the beginning, I had no aversion to killing on the battlefield, but now that I am fighting in the body of a machine, that feeling has become even weaker.
The smell of the battlefield’s dirt, the recoil when the trigger is pulled, the smell of ejected cartridges and gunpowder from the chamber, and the painful screams that must be heard throughout the friendly camp.
Because I couldn’t feel anything.
“This is better.”
Now, both I and my soldiers had cold bodies with no blood.
Bang!
When the machine gunner running with the cartridge was killed, the deputy gunner ran away in a panic. Eventually, he died with a bullet in his back.
As I was mechanically looking for the next enemy to shoot, I flinched.
The scope showed three Chinese soldiers, but none of them were holding weapons.
One is a soldier lying down and moaning with a penetrating wound to the abdomen. I couldn’t see where I left the gun.
The other two were medics with red crosses drawn on their shoulders and bulletproof helmets.
Of course, they are unarmed and have bandages and medicine in their hands.
Their weaponless hands were the only ones soaked in blood on this battlefield.
“■■■! ■ ■■!”
The medics tried their best to somehow save the wounded despite the hail of bullets.
“…”
The metallic index finger that was halfway pulling the trigger stops. Suddenly, I felt blood rushing to the machine’s body.
“■■! ■ ■■■■!”
The medics constantly shouted something to the wounded soldier, who was crying and snot.
Even though the languages are different, I feel like I know what they are saying.
‘You can live!’
Insert the syringe, extract the bullet, and apply pressure to the bleeding area.
I couldn’t pull the trigger when I saw that.
Although you may be criticized for being sentimental during an important battle.
My worries were ended in an instant.
A shot that came from somewhere turned the three people into a beehive in an instant.
When the dirt and weeds that bounced up noisily settled down, only three bodies remained.
Among our troops in the two companies, I was the only one wondering whether to shoot the medic.
* * *
A turning point occurred in the battle.
Kwaaang!!!
A large explosion occurred in the friendly camp. It wasn’t the type of thing that a grenade or grenade could produce.
Chinese artillery participated in the war.
“It has finally come.”
[Even if you do that, you won’t be able to shoot for a long time. If you had enough shells, you would have started shooting from the beginning.]
Artemis didn’t seem to consider it much of a threat.
Hwiiiii-.
A familiar sound that I have heard many times comes from the sky.
[Incoming!]
A stalker from the sniper squad who was fighting on the rooftop sent a warning.
Kwaaaaang!!!
The shell fell on the hill next to the Labor Center and caused a huge dust storm.
[That cannonball was probably aiming for here. I’m sure you’ve been asked to take down those thorny rooftop snipers. But don’t you think the artillery’s workmanship is not very good?]
“That could be true, or the shell could be old, and the charge was defective.”
It was expected that a significant portion of the enemy Chinese army’s supplies were obtained through raiding warehouses.
Bullets have a simple structure, so there is no major performance defect even if you use old ones, but grenades and artillery shells are different.
As the structure is complex and there are many charges involved, the distance and accuracy problems due to aging are very noticeable.
Boom!!!
Kwaaaaang!!!
Artillery fire continued to fall on our formation.
It didn’t seem to fall where it was aimed, but the effect was sufficient as the destruction range was wide.
The sentry gun that was caught in the trap fell, and the tattered stalker flew into the sky.
But I still haven’t even reached this rooftop.
Wow!!!
Below, Chinese soldiers were charging in full force. It seems that morale has risen due to the artillery support.
Political officers were also seen running with the Five Star and Red Flag flags.
“Do you think now is the time to win?”
[Because it’s difficult if morale falls further. Now would be the best time to ignite the soldiers’ fighting spirit. It’s good timing.]
But we too can save money.
Aircraft approaching this direction were displayed in the corners of the battlefield map displayed by the brain implant.
Now is the right time for bombing, as the enemy forces are deployed all at once and the artillery has also appeared.
The only air force of this era was leaving the Kaesong Industrial Complex and flying in to rain down fire on the enemy.
