Chapter 23: Battle of Jiulongjiang (Seventh)

"Crazy, they are all crazy." I looked at the volunteers who fought with the enemy incredibly. Although I have seen this scene more than once on TV and movies, and even so many of them can be described as numbness, when I stood here really, really looked at the blood of my comrades, and felt their heroic spirit, my inner shock was indescribable.

Don’t they cherish their lives? But I clearly see their nostalgia and reluctance to the world in their eyes; do they cherish their lives? But why do they give up their lives without hesitation... I came from the modern era, and I really couldn’t understand their actions. But what is certain is that their heroic spirit soon infected me. I just felt a stream of passion rushing to my forehead, and I couldn’t help but hold the m1 rifle in my hand tightly.

Behind the 121 Highland is a steeper hillside, which is also covered by the firepower of the Volunteer Highland 163 Highland, so the enemy will basically not choose this hillside to attack. However, at this time, the volunteers in the 163 Highland had already fired all their bullets and could no longer provide cover for the 121 Highland where I am, which gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.

A company of puppet troops, led by a captain, quietly climbed towards the high ground. As long as they climbed to the high ground, they could occupy the volunteer positions and shoot down from a high ground to the volunteers who were rushing out of the position to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the puppet troops. At that time, they could easily end the battle.

But when the first puppet army climbed up to the high ground with the joy of victory and the eagerness to make contributions, they found a gunman standing in the wind in the setting sun. His eyes were cold, his blood was cold, and his gun was even colder... ("Oh..." I couldn't help but scream. It was too hard to put on this lonely master's look. I was shivering.)

With a "bang!", I pulled the trigger without hesitation at the enemy who was climbing up, watched his blood soak in his helmet, and then rolled down the mountain with my head tilted.

The other enemies were startled by the shot and quickly retracted their heads. Taking this opportunity, I fell to the ground, climbed forward a few steps before reaching a crack in the rock, and carefully stretched out the muzzle.

From here, I can clearly see the enemies hiding under the hillside, watching their panic movements, their panicked eyes, and feeling their inner fear. But I did not fire, because including the four bullets in the gun chamber, I only had 12 bullets in total. Even if I shot one, I would not be able to block more than a hundred people at the foot of the mountain. Once they were allowed to go up the mountain, then the comrades who were fighting with the enemy in the middle of the mountain would never have the possibility of surviving.

Sometimes the invisible enemy is much more terrifying than the visible enemy. Now I am their invisible enemy. Because they can't see me, they will do their best to imagine how terrifying, powerful, and powerful I am... And once I appear in front of them, they will "cut" - it's just a little handsome!

"Bang!" A puppet soldier plucked up the courage to touch the mountain with a gun, but before he could take a few steps, a bullet hit his forehead unwillingly.

"Do you know what it means to shoot a bird with a gun?" I looked at the puppet army lying in a pool of blood under the hillside through the sight, and muttered in a low voice: "I hope you will stop showing off so much when you come to the report from the King of Hell."

The two puppet soldiers winked at each other and reached out to the grenades hanging on their chests. I did not stop them, but looked quietly, quietly, watching them holding the grenades in their hands, gasped for a few breaths, then nodded to each other, pulled out the insurance and threw it into the mountain...

At this time, the gunshots sounded, and the two puppet soldiers fell down. The melon-shaped grenades in their hands fell to the ground and rolled down for a while. Then, with two loud noises, they exploded in the puppet army group, which made the puppet soldiers wail. One of them had their left arm blown off and even called out like a pig.

I watched all this coldly, took out the last magazine from the bullet bag, knocked it on the stone, and pressed it into the chamber. The weapons made by the Americans were very sophisticated, and the m1 rifle was no exception. But in this era, precision weapons were easily stuck. This m1 rifle was no exception. If the eight bullets in the magazine were slightly uneven, they would not be able to be fired. Therefore, Americans had a habit when using m1, which was to put the magazine on the helmet and knock it on the helmet before loading it.

Fortunately, there were two bullets in the chamber just now, otherwise the two puppet soldiers would not know what to do if they threw grenades at the same time. I said in my heart that I took the rifle again, stared at the every move of the puppet soldiers.

M1 has good performance in all aspects. The biggest disadvantage is that it cannot continue the bullet in the middle. After one magazine is pressed in, unless the eight bullets are fired, you cannot press the bullets inside, nor can you withdraw the magazines. This disadvantage caused great trouble to the US military during World War II, because if there is only one bullet in the barrel of the gun and you receive the order to charge, then you have to be blessed.

The solution to this problem is to knock out the bullet in the gun chamber, but this will inevitably expose the target and strategic intentions. Because the enemy will know that you are going to charge when you hear the empty gun.

"Go on, go on... He has no bullets! Boat up!"

When I heard the sound, I realized that behind a stone more than a half meter tall was an officer hiding. Maybe it was the company commander of this company. No... The South Korean army is organized according to the US military's lieutenant system and should be called a captain or something. I am not a soldier, and I really don't understand these complicated ranks. Anyway, it's impossible for an official to make a mistake. At this time, he was waving the American 1911 pistol in his hand, punching and kicking the puppet army around him to cover it up!

I frowned and thought to myself that the officer was a little powerful. I shouted "He has no bullets" and plucked up the courage of my subordinates. Although it was a lie, I successfully organized an attack. With a huh, more than ten puppet soldiers stood up and hugged the mountain. The puppet soldiers lying behind were ready to move when they saw this, and they were surging up. But there were only eight bullets in my gun chamber...

"Bang bang bang..." I fired seven bullets without hesitation, and the seven enemies fell down in response. The rest of the enemies fell to the ground again, and never dared to move at all.

"Hehe..." As I expected, I smirked in my heart. If I hesitated a little, or dared not shoot in order to save bullets, then it would just happen to respond to the officer's words and tell them a fact - I have no bullets. But at this time, I was like a rich man with a box of bullets, throwing out seven bullets at random, which scared them.

"There is one more bullet!" I slowly turned the sight to the officer's hiding place and said to myself: "This bullet is left for you, I don't believe you don't stick out your head to see the situation of the battle!"

Sure enough, in just a while, a steel helmet slowly stretched out from the stone. I pulled the trigger without hesitation. With the sound of a gunshot, the steel helmet rolled down the mountain with a "bang bang..."

"Damn it, I'm fooled!" I cursed, it was just a helmet picked on the tip of the gun. At the same time, the head of a puppet soldier that emerged not far from the right made me realize that this officer was not simple, and he actually knew to attack from the front, and then he sent a team to surround him when I was not paying attention!

Without thinking too much, I pulled out my rifle and rushed a few steps, and smashed the two puppet soldiers who were leading the way with the butt like a gopher. This is the difference between good soldiers and bad soldiers. The good soldiers must have a gun first, instead of sticking out their heads and letting me smash them like now!

But my good luck seemed to end. Two grenades were thrown up and landed behind me. I guessed that if I wanted to turn around and pick up the grenade and throw it back, it would definitely be no hurry. Jumping away and avoiding the grenade would undoubtedly give the enemy time to climb up. So I gritted my teeth, pulled out the military spike from my waist and jumped down to the unknown where the enemy climbed up.

Is there a cliff in front? A cliff? I don't know.

All I know is that as long as an enemy below is facing the bayonet or muzzle, my life will be over. But fortunately, at the moment when I jumped out, I caught a glimpse of a small open space below, with more than a dozen puppet troops covering their ears...

"Boom..." Two sounds, the grenade behind me made a shocking explosion, causing a rain of stones to fall from the sky, and the gravel hit my head, face, and back... But I had no time to take care of this, and before my feet landed, I brought a cold light to cut off the throat of a puppet army.

Warm blood splattered in front of my eyes, and the smell of blood came to my face. I forced myself to swell my stomach and opened a puppet army rifle with my left hand. Ping held the military spear and slid it upwards. The military spear was because I didn't want the enemy's ribs to jamm my only weapon. After a soft blade entered the flesh, the military spear was straightened to the center.

In an instant, I looked at the dead puppet army. The deep fear in his eyes made my mind tremble. The blood spurted out from his mouth made me feel a burst of disgusting, but my palm clearly felt the last few beatings of the heart at the other end of the sting!

"Kill..." I screamed and roared out the fear in my heart. This fear did not come from the enemy, but from the life I ruined with myself, from my ruthlessness and cold blood, from feeling the desolation and helplessness before death...

My eyes were red, and I bit like a hungry beast rushing into the flock of sheep, slaughtering wildly! The sharp military stings pierced at every enemy standing in front of me, and the spear in their hands could not play any role in this relatively crowded environment.

Their standing was a small flat land, and people screamed and were pushed down the steep wall from time to time during the riots.

Finally, with the last sound of the blade entering the flesh, I was the only one who could stand. There were corpses everywhere, and the wail of the enemy before his death sounded in my ears, and the cotton coat on my body became extremely heavy because it was full of blood.

With a "kneel...", my trembling hand could no longer hold the military spear that had been curled, letting it fall on the stone to make a sound of gold and iron attack, and then rolled a few times and disappeared into the depths of the cliff!

Is this me? I asked myself in my heart, is this still the one who is wearing a suit and tie and sitting in the office? I couldn't help but raise my bloody hands, and I couldn't believe that these hands used to write articles with pens.

"No...no movement!"

Following the scream, I looked back and saw two puppet soldiers holding guns at the height of the house, looking at me with incredible eyes. At this time, I glared at me, but took a step back like a shiver.

"It's over!" I sighed in my heart. After all, the enemy still allowed the enemy to occupy our position. The company has now been surrounded by the enemy and there is no possibility of survival.
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