Chapter 114 The Final Poem

Maybe it was to retaliate that I had blown up two tanks just now, or because I knew there was no hope of repairing the bridge, the US military soon launched an attack on our positions again.

If it were me, I would have given up building the bridge. The US military worked hard to repair half of the bridge, but I threw a explosive bag and easily exploded it. No one would know that it was unpaid for this. Fortunately, they didn't know that there were not many explosive bags left, otherwise they would have sent a few snipers with good shooting skills to stare at the mountain edge, throwing a few explosive bags down, and then we had to watch the Americans repair the bridge and pass it.

However, it seems that this is not a good thing now. The US military thought there was no hope of building a bridge, so it decided that only by taking down the 175th Highland, it was so cruel that it would razed our highland to the ground.

I soon discovered that the US troops attacking us were a little different. Although they were wearing raincoats like other US troops, they could lie on the ground regardless of the mud and water on the ground. I just lie down, so I knew that it would take a lot of courage to do this in such cold weather. This may not be anything to the Volunteer Army, but the US military could do this, especially if a whole army could do this, which was a bit unusual.

With doubts, I carefully observed the scope on the sniper rifle for a while and found out that most of them were carbines in their hands.

Speaking of carbine, it should be said that it is not a very excellent gun. It was originally a light weapon developed for the second-line combat troops to replace pistols and submachine guns. It was generally used to equip artillery, officers, communications soldiers, etc. Later, because it is light in weight and easy to carry, it was also equipped with airborne troops.

It performed excellently in melee combat because of its high firing rate, but on the Korean battlefield, every American soldier who had used it was heartbroken. A US general once said: "The reason we were completely disappointed with the carbine is that this gun hit the vital points of Chinese soldiers within a distance of dozens of meters, but they just shook their bodies and continued to rush towards us. The bullets of this gun cannot even effectively penetrate the cotton coats on the enemy's body!"

But now we don’t even have cotton coats on us. Looking at the enemy rushing up, I couldn’t help but complain!

Of course I knew that the unit rushing towards us was not artillery, communications, or officers... so they should be airborne soldiers.

Airborne troops are the ace force among the US military! When it comes to the US airborne troops, most people will soon think of the 101st Airborne Division with a record record during World War II. However, I know that this airborne division has never participated in the Korean War, so the airborne unit in front of me should be the US airborne division 82nd Airborne Division.

In fact, no matter which airborne division it is, because the mission it performs is basically airborne to the rear of the enemy to open up a battlefield, and often faces a situation surrounded by the enemy. Therefore, every member is a carefully selected veteran who can fight, and the same is true for the 82 airborne division in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the Americans still looked down on us so much and sent all this ace force.

"Passing it down..." I quickly ordered the soldiers around me: "Get the bayonet, don't save bullets. After the bullet is fired, go up and fight to the death!"

"Yes!" The soldiers beside him quickly passed the order one by one.

If you still want to save bullets when fighting against such a unit, it would be like seeking death. I also put bayonets on my rifle, and I thought to myself that what the US military feared most was to fight with our army. I wonder if the airborne unit in front of me was the same.

One hundred meters, fifty meters...

The visibility in rainy nights was too low. Although my sniper rifle could still see targets a hundred meters away, I dare not shoot because the soldiers were all waiting for my orders. After all, I was the only one with the scope. As soon as I fired, the soldiers would follow suit. They would fire randomly without seeing anything, which would undoubtedly waste the few remaining bullets.

For the first time, I felt that I was tied up and could not play the role of a sniper rifle in my hand.

"beat!"

Finally, when the enemy was only forty meters close, I gave the order to start the shooting. If I didn't shoot at this time, if the enemy was still closer, they would shake the grenade. At that time, it was not a question of insufficient bullets, but whether there was a chance to shoot.

So I shouted and fired the rifle in my hand first. The American army at the front tilted its head and fell to the ground. The group of American soldiers all attacked in an orderly manner, and the distance between them was very wide, so I simply gave up the idea of ​​shooting double shots.

Soon the soldiers fired bullets one by one at the target that had been aimed at. Countless bullets cut through the darkness in front of them with a roar and flew towards the enemy in front of them.

Although the visibility is very low, the soldiers can still see the black shadows ahead at such a distance of 40 meters, so it is not difficult to aim. When a row of bullets hit, they see red blood lights bursting out in the darkness, followed by the enemy's screams.

Volunteer soldiers usually persevere when injured. This may be the tradition of the Volunteer Army! Volunteer soldiers look down on cowards, so yelling after being injured will only make their comrades look down on them. But the US military is different. After they are injured, they usually call doctors or God, even special forces or airborne troops in front of them is no exception. So in a while, the darkness in front of the position is filled with the shrill screams of the US military.

Without flares and tracer bombs, the US military fought back in the dark. They were very smart. When the two sides were so close, the flares illuminated our army and also illuminated themselves, which was obviously more beneficial to the volunteers hidden in the trenches.

The American soldiers were not panicked. They just picked up the carbine in their hands and fired it loudly. Some even shot a series of bullets like submachine guns, and instantly, the dense bullets shot towards us like raindrops, making the mud and water flying in front of the trenches, and the barrage made the soldiers unable to raise their heads.

This is the advantage of the carbine, with high bullet capacity and fast firing speed. There are two types of magazines, one is 15 rounds, and the other is 30 rounds, and the two types are universal. Moreover, this gun is equipped with a fast and slow machine. When adjusted to the fast machine, it can be fired continuously like a submachine gun. Its firepower can almost catch up with the assault rifle. It is "almost" because its range is too close and its penetration is too poor, but fighting at such a close distance is exactly the advantage of the carbine.

Then the US military approached our trenches while shooting. I quickly realized the danger because I knew very clearly that as long as they were allowed to get closer, they would throw rows of grenades into our trenches. With the power of the US military grenades, most of us would lose our combat capability once...

Not only did we stand up with bullets, but more than half of the grenades of the Volunteer Army would not explode in the rain because of water entering. During the War of Resistance Against Japan, Japan made a judgment based on this point: "The Eighth Route Army will fight on rainy days and its combat effectiveness will be reduced by half."

Thinking of this, I rubbed my waist and ran back into the tunnel, picked up a cotton coat, wrapped an explosive bag, and fell back in front of the trench. At the same time, I held a gun in my right hand and held the explosive bag tightly on the net rope of the explosive bag with my left hand, and my eyes were motionless through the scope to aim at the US military in the dark.

As expected, a team of US troops took off the grenades from their collars and pulled the insurance. They had a tacit understanding between each other. While removing the grenades, the other US troops fired the carbines in their hands, and did not give the volunteers any chance to fight back. But just when they were about to throw the grenades out, the explosive pack in my hand had already thrown out one step ahead of them, and then lifted the rifle at the fastest speed and shot the explosive pack in the air with one shot...

With a loud "boom!", the explosive pack exploded in the air. As the soldier said before, the explosive pack exploded in the air, which was like a big firecracker, and could not blow up a few people. But this time it seemed a little different, because the air waves generated when the explosive pack exploded pushed the US troops who were about to throw grenades back, and then there was a burst of "boom..." sound. The grenades in their hands that had already opened the safety were quickly blown into pieces, which only caused the US troops who were exhausted and were so exhausted that they screamed in pain.

"Comrades! Go!" I shouted and fucked the rifle that had been equipped with bayonets in my hand and rushed towards the US troops who were inexplicably bombed. As the saying goes, you will kill you if you take advantage of your illness. Now, if you don't kill more people, you will rob some ammunition, then when will you wait!

"Kill!" The soldiers rushed up as well. Before the battle, I ordered them to install bayonets, so I saved even the time to install bayonets. The soldiers picked up their guns and ran to the group of American soldiers in the blink of an eye to lift the bayonets and stab them.

On the other hand, most of the U.S. soldiers were so scared that they fell to the ground by the series of explosions just now. When the volunteers ran to them, they even raised their guns to block them without even being in a hurry to act. However, the carbines were very light and were not suitable for fighting. Besides, the road was slippery on rainy days, and some people were hit by the volunteer soldiers who rushed down to the foot of the mountain at one time.

Carbine is a weapon suitable for melee combat, but the so-called "close" of the US military is by no means "close" as it is now. This "close" is the "close" of the Volunteer Army. They only have a bayonet, a shovel, or even a pair of hands to kill the enemy! The Volunteer Army has never lacked the courage to fight the enemy with their lives, even when facing those Americans who seem taller and more powerful than them.

In the sound of the thunderstorm, I saw a pair of snow-clear bayonets flying into pieces, and the cold light disappeared. Every time the cold light appeared, it would always bring blood and screams. Soon the battlefield was filled with the shouts of soldiers, the sound of blades entering the flesh and the screams of the US military. There were even a few volunteer soldiers fighting with the US military, rolling around in the mud and water. Soon they turned into two clay men, and no one could tell which one was his own person and which was the enemy!

Blood flowed down the rain, and soon dyed the entire high ground red. A dazzling lightning flashed past, and the frightened face of the US military flashed in front of us, but in just a moment, the soldiers had stabbed the bayonet into the enemy's chest.

A sensation came from the other end of the bayonet. In the darkness, I didn't know which part of the enemy was stabbed, and I didn't have the time to think about it. I only knew that before retracting the knife, I had to rotate the bayonet into a quarter circle. This move was told by the old squad leader. In this way, retracting the knife can cut a hole when the army stabs out, causing the enemy to flow continuously. Moreover, if it stabs the intestines, using this method to retract the knife will often twist the enemy's intestines out.

It turns out that I am an experienced old warrior. The effect of the same sword is really different! Fortunately, I can't see much in this dark night, otherwise I might be frightened by my masterpiece.

The US military resisted for a while and then began to flee. Under the offensive of the Volunteer Badge, the well-trained airborne troops persisted for a while more than ordinary US military, and would not be driven away by more than a dozen volunteers like ordinary US military.

"Retreat!" Seeing the US military retreat, I quickly ordered: "Every soldier dragged an enemy's body back and quickly retreated to the trenches!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded and dragged the corpse back and ran wildly.

The purpose of bringing the corpses of the US military is to bring their equipment on them. After they leave contact with the enemy, it is dangerous to stay on the position for an extra second, so we don’t have time to clean the battlefield at all. We can only drag the people with the equipment back first.

Sure enough, before the soldiers hid in the trenches, the enemy fired rows of flares, and then another rain of bullets, knocking down several behind soldiers into the mud.

When I started searching for the "corpse" of the US military that I dragged up, I realized that he was not a "corpse" because he was still alive. With the light of the flares, I could see him covering his abdomen in pain, his whole body was spasming, and blood was spraying out in large mouthfuls, and his eyes stared at me tightly, as if he wanted to remember what I was like after death, he turned into a ghost to seek revenge on me, and seemed to be begging me to find a way to save him...

I shook my head with a wry smile, gritted my teeth and ignored his sad and distressing gaze, and removed the equipment from him like that, like guns, magazines, grenades and waterproof backpacks. I think there should be some dry things in this backpack that can be used, such as sleeping bags.

After counting the ammunition, it was pretty good. There were three thirty rounds of magazines. Although the range of this thing was much closer than that of the m1 rifle, it was only 200 meters, but it was less than nothing. Moreover, at night with such low visibility, the range of the m1 rifle so far seemed like a waste.

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire from the US military, the rain in the sky became less and less, and finally stopped, but the soldiers were not happy because after a while, heavy snow began to fall from the sky, and the temperature around them became colder and colder.

The soldiers took off their shirts that were almost frozen, cut the sleeping bags seized from the US military and draped them on their bodies, barely able to keep the cold, but the lower half was helpless. The wet cotton pants were filled with coldness, which almost made people unable to feel their feet. But after a while, they stood up, they would hear the sound of ice cracking on the cotton pants...

So the soldiers started running again, hoping to avoid being frozen in this way. But I thought, I couldn't just wear cotton pants that were about to be frozen! So I wanted to make a fuss on this sleeping bag. By the way, the Americans' sleeping bag was still very large, and they could stuff them all in so tall that they were more than enough to make themselves a piece of clothing.

So I hid in the tunnel alone and tossed. I first spent a lot of effort to take off the hard-tied cotton pants on my lower body. This made my comrades feel so embarrassed to see it. Then I used a military thorn to open a few mouths at the bottom of the sleeping bag to stretch out my hands and head, then cracked them upright between my legs, tied them with a rope, and tied the exposed hands with excess fabric.

Hey! It's really good. A simple piece of clothing is made like this. The fabric of the American sleeping bag is different! It's warm! The soldiers don't have to be frozen now.

I was wearing this dress happily and was about to walk out of the tunnel, but I didn't expect that I felt so sad. From a distance, I heard a strange roar of cannonballs. Then with a bang, the tunnel in front of me collapsed. In the darkness, I only felt something hit in my chest and fell backwards.

Before I fainted, I sighed in my heart: I should have thought that the tunnel was no longer so strong after being washed by rain.

When I woke up, I didn't know how long I had fainted. I only knew that there was a quiet place around me, without gunfire, and no cannons. I endured the pain from my chest. I touched in the darkness and finally touched my sniper rifle next to me. I removed the bayonet from the gun and dug it in front of me. When I touched the log, I tried my best to move it away. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took a rest and continued to do it. After more than half an hour, I finally let me penetrate a small hole. The light from the hole shocked me... It was already dawn!

What about the soldiers? How are they doing? Why are there no sound?

I used military spears to stab the small hole in a crazily, and tried my best to drill out. I stood up and saw that the scene in front of me was shocked! All the soldiers were maintaining their fighting posture, pointing their guns at the foot of the mountain, and they were all frozen to death on the position, like ice sculptures ready to jump up to fight at any time...

A soldier was still holding a notebook in his hand, as if he was writing something. I slowly walked up and saw that it was written crookedly:

I love my loved ones and my motherland

Love my honor more

I am a glorious volunteer soldier

Ice and snow! I will never succumb to you

Even if I freeze to death, I will be proud (land)
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