Chapter 28: Battle of the Highlands (II)

I was shocked by the close distance between me and the US military, but fortunately, the Americans focused all their attention on the defense line of the volunteers they were going to attack, and did not find that there was a living behind them secretly making up their ideas.

"What should I do?" I looked at the m1 rifle in my hand. Even if I shot fast enough, I only had more than thirty bullets on my body. There were more than 200 Americans on it. If they were to find it, they would not die.

I thought about hiding back to the air raid shelter, but I quickly gave up this idea. Now the Americans had no time to check the positions when they fought with the volunteers. How could they be so careless that they didn't even look at the air raid shelter. By then, they would not have finished playing the same thing.

Now I am all Americans in front of me, and the only chance to survive seems to be to stab the Americans in the back. So for my own life, I finally decided to do one.

I climbed forward carefully along the trench. Although the sound of guns and cannons could cover up a lot, I still didn't dare to make any noise because I could even hear them changing magazines.

After climbing through the bodies of Americans after another, I collected the grenades on them. This melon-style grenade is a good thing! Not to mention its power, the grenade is also engraved with grooves. It can produce dozens or even hundreds of pieces of fragments when it explodes, and it has a killing rate of at least 50% within a killing radius of more than ten meters. Unlike the wooden handle grenade used by volunteer soldiers, it will be in two halves when it is blown away. If it is defeated by half of the life, it will be unlucky. Usually, it will be thrown to the enemy and it will only cause the enemy to be injured but not dead.

Hey! There is also an M3 submachine gun. After I crossed the body of a US military, I accidentally discovered this treasure. I thought the US military was nervous about fighting or was pressed by the body and was taken away by it. I grabbed this thing in my hand and pulled out three magazines from that guy's bullet bag. I felt much more at ease.

I don’t have to count it in a hurry, so I just want to say a dozen grenades! I pulled off the towel and piled up the grenades, which looked like a hill.

It's time! I finally checked the submachine gun and magazine next to me. In fact, this was completely unnecessary, because even if I checked something, I didn't know how to make trouble. I just felt a little guilty and wasted my time.

I thought in my mind that if the volunteers didn't do anything, I would die if they couldn't hold it up, and if the US military could not hold it up, I would die if they retreated. So I had to grit my teeth and make up my mind to grab two grenades with my left and right hands, and bite off the insurance one by one with my teeth.

I was quietly holding it for a few seconds and fighting thoughts. I was not worried that the grenade would explode, because I knew that the American grenade was different from the grenades used by volunteer military. The grenade was ignited as soon as it was pulled, and it would explode as soon as time passed. But the grenade was not like this. Although it was safe to be pulled open, it would still not explode as long as it was grabbed in the hand without loosening the pressure plate.

But the four of these things still made me feel a little numb when I grabbed them. Think about it, if the US military heard a loud noise behind me and turned around and found a volunteer soldier playing with their grenades behind me, it would be strange if they were laughing at me!

Damn! What am I thinking about? I am afraid of being laughed at if my life is lost!

After taking a few deep breaths, I took a few sips of cold air to wake myself up. I suddenly stood up and threw out the four grenades in my hand, and then I took out a submachine gun before the grenade could explode.

The closest four and five US troops were only a dozen steps away from me. At such a close distance and with their backs facing me, there was no point in the missed place. In an instant, the four and five US troops were all shot and fell down screaming, and the blood soon dyed the snow under their feet red.

When the US military heard the gunshots behind them, they were all attracted by their attention and turned around. At this time, the four grenades exploded without any preparation. The power of the American grenades was indeed extraordinary. After a few loud bangs, it brought bloody storms, which made the US military lie down, and the gunshots immediately became much less.

Taking this opportunity, I lowered my waist and changed the magazine for the submachine gun, and then carried a towel full of grenades and ran hard against the inner wall of the trench. As expected, before I could run far away, a few clanging sounds of grenades hitting stones came from behind.

My grenades will be thrown up, and the Americans will be thrown down. Although they are on high places, I hide in the inside of the trench and they can't see me, so throwing grenades is of course their best choice.

I didn't dare to look back, and after calculating, I could not help but feel relieved after running for more than twenty steps. The American's grenade's killing radius was only more than ten meters. If I hadn't run ahead, I wouldn't be anxious.

"Boom..." I felt like I was pushed by a wave of air, and I couldn't help but pounce on the ground and chewed on the mud. Mother, the power of the American grenade is indeed different. If it is so far away, there is still such a great force. I have to be mentally prepared next time.

After creeping forward for a few meters, I sat up again, grabbed four grenades and bit them open the security and threw them up. This time I didn't dare to stand up and throw them away, but just threw them back with both hands... Those Americans would definitely stare in this direction. Standing up is no different from seeking death. Anyway, there are Americans on it, and throwing them away can kill several of them. As long as they are not so unlucky, the grenades will roll back.

"Boom boom boom..." There were another raucous sound on it, accompanied by the American screams.

After dropping the bullet, I continued to run forward, this time I ran directly to the low end of the trench and hid in an air raid shelter, only revealing the submachine gun and half of my head, aiming at the long and empty trench.

"kill……"

Because I disrupted the US military's position behind me, the volunteers quickly launched a counter-charge. First, there were bursts of explosions with wooden grenades, and then the shouts of the volunteer soldiers.

Although the wooden grenade cannot kill a few people, it still produces a lot of smoke. From this point of view, although it is not very environmentally friendly, the volunteers just use this to cover the charge.
Chapter completed!