Chapter 143: Can't die

“Woo…”

With a strange roar, a reconnaissance plane emerged from the clouds and flew over our heads. The Americans' plane bullied the Volunteers without air defense equipment, so they always liked low-altitude reconnaissance, and this time was no exception. It even slowed down its speed and circled around the sky, observing the volunteer army marching on the highway like watching a circus.

"Dadada..." A burst of machine gun sounds came, and the volunteers organized several machine guns to shoot at the reconnaissance plane that was observing at low altitude, which scared the reconnaissance plane so suddenly raised its butt and hid in the clouds.

I couldn't help but feel a little surprised because the Volunteer Army explicitly prohibited the planes from shooting towards the sky. The reason is that the plane is too fast and the chance of ordinary machine guns hitting it is very small. Instead, it will expose the hiding position of the Volunteer Army and attract large-scale bombing from the enemy.

But I soon realized that the purpose of this order was to prevent the enemy from discovering the position of the volunteer army. At this time, the enemy had obviously discovered the volunteer army in the marching, so it was not impossible to shoot at the enemy.

It seems that not everyone in the volunteer army who only performs dead orders like Commander Zheng! At this time, I was thinking that if Commander Zheng could be so flexible when executing orders, then the 180th Division might not have fallen into the enemy's magic circle at all.

At this time, another propaganda machine flew from the sky. It used a loudspeaker to shout to the volunteer soldiers marching on the ground over and over again: "Chinese soldiers, count your subordinates and comrades! How many people are left of you? Surrender! Our United Nations Army treats prisoners preferentially, think about your family, they are waiting for you..."

At first, the soldiers would hide when they saw the enemy's plane, but later they were no longer afraid of the plane after turning a few more times. They could shout whatever they wanted, and the soldiers marched on their own.

At that time, Zhao Yongxin and I were lying in the trenches dug on the high ground. Zhao Yongxin couldn't help but worry and said, "The soldiers are easily bombarded by enemy planes when they walk like this. Why don't they find a place to hide?"

"Time does not allow!" I replied helplessly: "The enemy has begun a large-scale counterattack. If you do not retreat quickly, you may be surrounded by the enemy. Instead of being surrounded, it is better to march with the enemy's bombing..."

After a while, the enemy's propaganda aircraft suddenly disappeared, and I secretly shouted in my heart that it was going to be bad. As soon as the thought arose, dozens of bombers appeared in the sky, scattered with harsh roars, and one by one dived and shot towards the crowd along the road. With a dense gunshot, a large area fell down the road immediately, and blood soon dyed the entire road red.

The volunteers jumped out of the river ditch on the highway or ran to the mountains and forests next to the highway to hide, but soon there was another roar, and the enemy planes dropped bombs and gasoline bombs...

Gunshots, explosions, and screams quickly rang out. In the blink of an eye, the entire road was filled with blood and war. Volunteer soldiers who were blown away were everywhere, and burning flames were everywhere. The soldiers who were blown to death were still fine. The soldiers who were lit by gasoline bombs were mixed up and fired, screaming and rolling wildly on the ground, but the fire became bigger and bigger, rolling into the ditch, and still undestructed into the river, and finally they were burned to death...

"Go back to the tunnel!" I gritted my teeth and turned around and ran towards the tunnel at the foot of the mountain.

After entering the tunnel, I couldn't calm down for a long time. This scene was something I worried about and the last thing I wanted to see, but it finally appeared in front of me. Only then did I realize how weak a person's power is. Although I have been trying to avoid such things, the result was still unsatisfactory. I felt like a mantis who wanted to block the wheel of history.

I sighed a long time, and now I can only see if the explosive pack buried in the tunnel can work. At this time, I suddenly thought of the flames on the road. If the flames pour into the tunnel, then...

"Zhao Yongxin!" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask anxiously: "How did you bury the explosives? Will you let the enemy's incendiary bombs light up?"

"Don't worry, Deputy Commander Cui!" Zhao Yongxin replied: "I'm buried so deeply! There should be no problem!"

"Well, that's good!" I felt relieved after hearing this.

More than ten minutes later, the whistling and explosion of the plane outside finally stopped. I led the soldiers out of the tunnel and slowly climbed up to the high ground. The scene I saw made every soldier indignant.

The air was filled with the burning smell of gasoline bombs. On the highway, the corpses of volunteer soldiers were everywhere next to the ditch, and they were all incomplete. Various organs and limbs were stacked together in a mess, hanging on trees, and scattered in the bushes everywhere, and the entire highlands became a bloody world. Occasionally, there were a few soldiers who had no sacrifices sitting in the pile of corpses with dull eyes...

"These doggy damn Americans!" Hu Zi cursed gritted his teeth, but more soldiers just watched all this silently and could not say anything.

A sound of motor came from the end of the road, and I couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that the American tank commando was not slow, and it came up in just a short while.

"Be ready for battle!" I shouted to the soldiers.

"Yes!" The soldiers responded loudly, grabbed the gun and ran to the trench on the high ground. I found that their movement seemed to be much faster, and their hands holding the gun were also very powerful, and their faces looked like they wanted to fight the Americans immediately.

The motor sounded more and more. Soon, two jeeps carrying anti-aircraft machine guns turned onto the highway, followed by two Sherman tanks, and two military vehicles loaded with American soldiers behind!

I soon realized that this was the vanguard of the US "Tank Commando", so I decided to let them go first. After all, this team only had two tanks and more than 40 Americans. Even if they were inserted, they would not have any effect. They were just throwing themselves into it. But seeing that the soldiers were all holding rifles tightly or preparing anti-tank grenades, and their red eyes were blinking at the convoy in front of me with hatred, I couldn't help but be shocked and ordered: "Comrades, you must keep your breath. These are just Americans' scouts, let them go and attack the large army behind!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded softly and passed my order one by one.

"Yuhe..." The Americans on the military car looked at the corpses of the volunteer soldiers in front of them, and couldn't help but raise their guns and cheer loudly. Some people whistled sharply at the piles of corpses, and some even raised their guns to aim at the volunteer soldiers struggling among the piles of corpses...

These cheers, whistles, and gunshots pierced my chest like sharp arrows and shot my heart, causing the corners of my mouth to twitch due to pain, and causing my muscles to collapse due to anger!

What the soldiers even more unbearable was that the jeep that was driving the road ahead soon stopped on the side of the road and signaled the tank to drive first. At first, the soldiers were puzzled by this, but they quickly understood that the bodies of the volunteers on the road made the jeep very bumpy. They asked the tanks to drive in front in order to flatten the road...

The angry flames burned in my chest, which made my index finger on the trigger tremble continuously. The sight of the sight of the military vehicle's fuel tank was aimed at the gas tank of a military vehicle, and the mind was filled with shots of the gas tank that made the group of Americans die in the sea of ​​fire, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

As the army drove farther and farther, I suddenly felt a little salty in my mouth, and then I realized that at some point, I had bitten my lips.

No one spoke or asked. The soldiers all looked at the road silently, looking at the road that was covered with blood and blood by tank tracks, a road where the lives and dignity of our people were trampled by bad luck. The meat mud with track marks seemed to hurt the soldiers' eyes, and many soldiers lowered their heads and couldn't bear to look again!

But I believe that we will definitely get this dignity back.

I don't know how long it took, the rumbling motor sounded again. This time the sound was much louder than the one just now. It was probably the US "Tank Commando" that came. Sure enough, more than twenty tanks appeared in the eyes of the soldiers in a while. Looking around, this tank unit can indeed be called elite, because in addition to the Sherman in front of this unit, there are all "Pershing" behind it.

The "Penshing" tank was specially developed by the United States to deal with the German "Tiger" tank at the end of World War II, so its attack and protection are very strong. The thickness of its front armor actually reached 152 mm, and even its side armor was 96 mm. The anti-tank grenades in the hands of the Volunteers did not pose a threat to it at all. It is no wonder that this "tank commando" in history was able to completely ignore the attacks of the volunteers on both sides and rush forward with full force.

But now I'm afraid you won't have such good luck...

"Prepare for blasting! All units are ready for combat!" Looking at the group of tanks getting closer and closer, I gave orders to the soldiers.

"Yes!" Zhao Yongxin responded and quickly conveyed my order.

But after a while, the old squad leader hurriedly ran to me and reported: "Oh no, Deputy Battalion Commander Cui! The rope that was leading the lead was broken!"

"What?" I was shocked when I heard this: "What a fuss! The enemy tanks were in front of me and found that the rope was broken!"

"It should be burned by the enemy's incendiary bomb!" The old squad leader said ashamed: "It's better if the other places were burned in the middle. Our comrades didn't notice it. They just pulled the rope and felt it was too light, so they realized..."

"Hu Zi!" I was not in a hurry to blame the old squad leader for anything. I turned around and ordered Hu Zi: "Bring all the anti-tank grenades, and you must stop the enemy's tanks for me!"

"Yes!" Hu Zi responded and pulled his team up and ran down the mountain.

The enemy tank commando advanced very quickly. In the blink of an eye, they arrived on the road below the 218.3 high. Looking at the group of tanks lined up at the foot of the mountain, I couldn't help but feel secretly hated. At this time, we only needed to pull the rope to easily trap the group of tanks here and blow it up, but now...

"Boom..." Several explosions came from the foot of the mountain, and the tank group suddenly stopped. I turned around and looked at Hu Zi and the others. The Sherman in the lead had already been blown up by them with anti-tank grenades, and the tank also blocked the way of other tanks.

Fortunately, Sherman was in front of me. Seeing this, I couldn't help but secretly thank him. If Pershing was in front of me this time, then the enemy would have long since run away. But I seemed to be too happy. But after a while, the enemy transferred a Pershing tank from the rear. The giant slowly moved forward with the buttocks of the bombed Sherman tank, and fired at Hu Zi and the others with tank guns and machine guns, which made Hu Zi and the others unable to raise their heads.

With a "bang!", I shot a tank observer who opened the hatch and wanted to see what was going on, but soon I could no longer find other targets. Looking at the group of "Penshing" tanks with closed hatch covers at the foot of the mountain, I couldn't help feeling powerless. I couldn't help but feel like this. Even if it was an anti-tank grenade or explosive package, I had to choose its rear armor or lower armor to explode. Now the ordinary grenades in the hands of the soldiers can't work at all, so I was too lazy to even order to start a war.

Let’s look at the bombed Sherman, which was already creaking by the "Penshing" behind it, slowly driving towards the ditches in front of him. The situation was very urgent. In a few minutes, the Sherman was about to be pushed into the ditches, and then the group of tanks were about to move away...

Damn it! Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse, turned around and ordered Zhao Yongxin: "You come and command, and give you a quarter of an hour! No matter what method you use, you must rush to the tunnel to detonate the explosive pack!"

"Yes!" Zhao Yongxin also knew that the situation was serious, so he immediately organized the soldiers to launch an attack.

I turned around and ran towards the foot of the mountain with a rifle. All I can do now is to try to buy them some time.

"How is the situation?" I almost slid down the mountain and came to Huzi in a short while.

Hu Zi buried his head and avoided the bullets that were fired by a shuttle, spit out a mouthful of mud and water in his mouth and replied: "This iron turtle shell is too hard. I rushed up twice and threw three anti-tank grenades and didn't use it on him. Our grenades are almost used up..."

“How many are left?”

"Only seven or eight left!" Hu Zi said with some dissatisfaction: "Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, let me go up again, and I will definitely complete the task this time!"

"No!" Looking at the Pershing tank on the road ahead, I couldn't help but shake my head: "This kind of tank is only useful if it blows the back, otherwise it will be a waste of ammunition! But the road is so narrow, it is almost impossible to bypass it and climb to the back!"

Hu Zi was speechless after I said this. On one side, the tank could not bypass it, and on the other side was a river ditch lower than the road and without any shelter. If you wanted to go around there, you would undoubtedly expose yourself to the machine guns and cannons of more than twenty tanks!

"Crack creak..." Another harsh noise. Seeing that the Sherman tank was about to be pushed down the river, I couldn't help but have an idea and asked Hu Zi for two anti-tank grenades. When the tank's machine gun was shooting in the other direction, I suddenly got up and crossed the road, then jumped and jumped into the river. Then I climbed on the ground for a while, and in a few seconds, I drilled into the bottom of the bombed Sherman tank in the confused eyes of my comrades.

As soon as I got in, I smelled a strong smell of blood. Only then did I realize that under me was not the soil, but the body of the volunteer soldier who was crushed by the tank! After knowing this, my stomach spasmed and almost vomited everything out. And soon I regretted it because the chassis of the Sherman tank was too low, and it was difficult to even look up after I got in, let alone turn around and roll. I thought with distress, how could I escape after throwing the grenade out later?

After a while of ideological struggle, I finally made up my mind. Damn! If this tank is not bombed, the Volunteer Army will have many troops to be divided and surrounded. When I think of the tragic scene of the Volunteer Army being bombed by the enemy just now, and the piles of meat mud under me, I didn't care about anything. I pulled out an anti-tank grenade to pull out the insurance pen and threw it forward and gently...

The front of the Pershing tank was tightly pressed against the Sherman tank, so I easily threw the anti-tank grenade under the Pershing tank with such a throw, and then I closed my eyes and waited. I was only one meter away from the anti-tank grenade. With the power of the anti-tank grenade, I would not have a chance to survive. But what makes me feel relieved is that there is a Pershing tank that died with me, and I may even exchange my life for the lives of thousands of volunteer soldiers. When I think of this, I feel calm...

But after waiting for a while, there was no explosion. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the anti-tank grenade was still lying there smoothly, without any intention of explosion!

Damn it! It's a dud!

Seeing this, I couldn't help but secretly hated. I've decided to die once. You have to make me decide to die for the second time. I gritted my teeth and threw an anti-tank grenade again. This time I didn't close my eyes, staring at it with my eyes wide open...

But, he still didn't explode!

After thinking about it, I quickly understood that anti-tank grenades are trigger-type, and their triggering device is not so sensitive. Only when the metal head and tank armor collide heavily together will it detonate. For this reason, some models of anti-tank grenades are still wrapped with cloth straps on the wooden handle, so that the metal head is facing the front and the wooden handle is facing back. Otherwise, if the wooden handle hits first, it may not detonate. So if I throw it more than a meter away, it would be strange if it explodes!

Fuck! I can’t die even if I want to die! I have to make up my mind to die for the third time!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but exclaim that I was wrong. Then I pulled out an ordinary grenade from my waist and pulled the string and threw it over. I looked at the grenade lying quietly with white smoke emitting white smoke. There were two anti-tank grenades next to it that had opened the safety pin. I thought I would die now!

But at this moment, my eyes suddenly lit up, and the Sherman tank above my head was pushed into the ditch. I quickly rolled a few times and then climbed into the ditch, and then there was a loud bang from above...
Chapter completed!