1978: A Literary Giant Who Began His Military Service

Chapter 51 Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! (Please continue reading for more updates!)
The hospital's doctors, nurses, and soldiers who were resting were instantly awakened by the sound of the bomb.

The hospital was filled with noise.

Panic, fear, anger... countless emotions arose throughout the hospital.

The deafening explosion suddenly ripped off the makeshift tarpaulin roof of the field hospital, and dust mixed with medical gauze, mud, and sand fell down.

A group of people lay prone by the bed, seemingly afraid that incoming shells would blow the house apart.

Instructor Liu Menghai immediately said, "Our company will provide cover. Political Commissar, you and the nurses, retreat immediately! Seek backup!"

The hospital's political commissar nodded. This was not the time to be reckless. He immediately began to give instructions: "Don't panic! Follow the contingency plan!"

The political commissar's roar pierced the chaos. He grabbed the medic who was standing there, stunned, holding onto the stretcher. His gaze swept across the panicked medical staff and wounded soldiers in the courtyard, quickly locking onto the key figure. He rushed to Dr. Chen, who was bandaging a wounded soldier, and placed his palm on the doctor's shoulder:

"Dr. Chen, listen to my instructions now—you immediately take Li Xiaopan and Head Nurse Liu to move the seriously wounded to the air-raid shelter in the back mountain! Especially those with amputated limbs and chest injuries, carry them on stretchers, and if that's not enough, dismantle the bed boards!"

"Listen up, comrades who can move! Now is not the time to be reckless!" He pointed to the temporary passage on the east side. "Follow Dr. Chen's team. Help carry the stretchers and support your comrades along the way. Don't fall behind! Head Nurse Liu, you're in charge of bringing up the rear. Make sure no one is left behind before you retreat!"

The instructor, seeing that they had already begun their operation, nodded to the political commissar:
"I've led the third platoon of soldiers out to provide support!"

After saying this, Liu Menghai charged towards the door without hesitation.

The entire company was not normally afraid of the seventy or eighty special agents on the other side, but the front line was short of supplies, so two platoons were transferred to support the front line.

So now! They only have two people in line! Against a well-equipped enemy, perhaps... they won't last long!
However, Liu Menghai felt that this was their combat mission, and they should drag it out for as long as possible!

The political commissar nodded. After arranging everything, he immediately ran back to his office, picked up the phone, and dialed the nearby regimental headquarters.

"Support!! Support!! Requesting support!! The field hospital of the xxxth Division has been attacked!! Requesting support!"

clap clap clap! ! !
clap clap clap! ! !
The sound of gunfire outside rang out along with the sound of grenades.

Wow!

Zhou Xu saw the soldiers who had just walked out fall to the ground amidst a hail of bullets...

A buzzing sound was ringing in his ears...

The sound of artillery shells followed immediately.

The abandoned bricks and stones of the hospital kept shaking...

Li Xiaopan ran over and saw Zhou Xu standing there, stunned. She called out, "Zhou Xu! Let's retreat together!"

Zhou Xu was not a combatant, but a pre-war reporter. If he were to leave with the field hospital now, he wouldn't be considered a deserter.

It was just that I was thinking about Zhou Youcai's life slipping away before my eyes.

This was probably the fate of the company he was assigned to, though he was just imagining it... If he hadn't been writing, he would have gone to the front lines and fought bravely alongside his company, and he might have become a wounded or killed soldier!

Now that he's escaped once, he doesn't want to escape a second time.

More than being protected by others, after Zhou Youcai's sacrifice, Zhou Xu now wants to kill the enemy! To fight bravely against the enemy!
"Teacher Li, you should quickly leave with the troops under cover. I still have weapons; I'll cover you!"

Zhou Xu opened the holster and gripped the pistol tightly in his hand!

Li Xiaopan still tried to pull at his clothes!

Boom boom boom!
A sudden tremor!
The shells blasted through the hospital's protective barriers once more! Even more mud and ash fell from above, along with rubble...

"Zhang Moran!"

Li Xiaopan looked back and saw that the seventeen-year-old comrade was still in the same spot, with dust still falling from his head. Seeing that the stone was about to fall, he couldn't care less about Zhou Xu!

As a nurse, she rushed towards Zhang Moran's location. Zhou Xu had finished checking the pistol.

They followed the main group towards the door.

And this decision was made in a split second, less than a minute had passed.

Having run out the door, Zhou Xu quickly adapted to the battlefield, recalling his past training. Perhaps, as Song Zhipeng said, he was truly born for the battlefield.

Or rather, it's the sensitivity and extreme emotional control that comes with being a writer.

After the intense anger subsided, he now had an incredibly clear understanding of what he needed to do.

He ran out of the gate and leaned against a makeshift defensive structure built around the hospital, consisting of a few cement bags.

Behind the bunker, besides him, was Deputy Company Commander Chen Hui. Chen Hui asked in surprise, "Comrade reporter, what brings you here?"

Zhou Xu nodded: "Besides you guys, I'm the only one here with a gun!"

Moreover, as mentioned earlier, they are currently short-handed. The strength and weaponry of their two platoons are not as good as the opposing special forces company. If they were to defend, they might not be able to hold out for long...

After Zhou Xu finished speaking,

He glanced at the sparks on the other side through the cover.

At night, you can't see real people, but you can see stars shooting fire from gun barrels.

World War II: On average, 2000-4000 bullets were used to kill one person. Gulf War: On average, 100,000-250,000 bullets were used to kill one person.

In a normal battlefield, most people just raise their guns and charge forward, not having time to observe where others are. After all, their hearts are pounding.

Zhou Xu was a sharpshooter during recruit training!
He raised his pistol and immediately fired two shots through the cover towards the direction of the sparks!
clap clap!

A bullet grazed past the makeshift defensive fortification made of cement bags.
At a distance of less than fifty meters.

The bullet pierced through the agent's left chest, leaving a dark red trail of blood that splattered onto the bamboo stalk behind him. The agent's body stiffened abruptly, and the AK-47 in his hand clattered to the ground.

The firepower in front of us has decreased a bit.

Chen Hui pulled Zhou Xu back to his feet and said, "Be careful, are you out of your mind!"

Chen Hui swallowed hard.

Zhou Xu swallowed hard; a spark had just shot out from the tip of his head, almost making him...

The consequences are, of course, unimaginable.

Zhou Xu continued to observe. His pistol did not have the same firepower coverage as their rifles, but it was lighter and more agile.

Zhou Xu wasn't feeling disgusted after killing someone, since he was currently in a state of heightened emotions and couldn't see the bloody scene of the person he had killed.

They continued to observe the movements ahead.

Zhou Xu seized the opportunity, stood up, and fired three more bullets toward the direction of Mars!

This time, two bullets hit his shoulder, and one bullet went straight into the enemy's forehead.

Zhou Xu took a deep breath. He knew his marksmanship was very accurate... but killing someone with a single bullet was a miracle, so he would fire several shots each time.

After firing, he immediately crouched back into cover.

But all he saw was a tongue of fire flying towards him.

"Zhou Xu! Get out of the way, it's a Molotov cocktail!" the instructor shouted!
(End of this chapter)