Chapter 37: 299 Battle of the Highlands (11)

There was no sound of cannons, and occasionally a few gunshots, more than thirty volunteer soldiers dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood shouted and rushed down, like tigers breaking into the flock of sheep, as they stabbed and smashed people when they met. The troops of both sides quickly twisted and killed each other.

The US military did not expect that such a small number of volunteers would launch a counter-charge. At first glance, they saw the violent appearance of the volunteers covered in blood and bayonets, and their courage was half short. The volunteers were very fast, and they were caught off guard before they could even get a bayonet. The American soldiers in the front row were beaten to turn around and run away after just one encounter.

The US military in the back row saw that there were so few volunteers. Although they were determined to fight, they had no choice but to raise their guns and found that the front star was full of their own figures. Their movements were just so slow that the bayonets of the volunteer soldiers had already stabbed into their chests.

"Dadadada..." A fast-moving US military still fired the submachine gun in his hand. A volunteer soldier shook his body, obviously he had been shot several times, but he still tried his last strength to stabilize his body, and stabbed the bayonet in his hand into the belly of the US military with inertia. He looked at the US military screaming, and arched his body like a shrimp and fell to the ground. The volunteer soldier collapsed on the ground as if he had completed his mission.

"Ah!" After a volunteer soldier stabbed two US soldiers, he was suddenly stabbed by the US soldiers who were snatching up to him. He shouted, holding the rifle stabbed in his body in both hands and snatching the US soldiers. The US military tried hard several times but couldn't pull out the bayonet. He was soon stabbed to death by another volunteer soldier who caught up. Looking at the enemy lying in a pool of blood, the volunteer soldier finally closed his eyes and held the rifle tightly with both hands...

A volunteer soldier wrestled with three US troops. He grabbed one of the enemies by the neck tightly. The other two US soldiers beat him, pulled him, and even stabbed him with bayonets several times, but still couldn't get him down. Until the US military under him stretched out his tongue and kicked his feet, he could no longer move. The soldier still stared at his eyes and maintained his original posture. It turned out that he had already died.

One step, I witnessed the heroic sacrifices of several comrades-in-arms just one step slower. It was not that I was too slow, but that my comrades-in-arms were too fast. I could not imagine that they were running down with all their might on this incline. They were not running, pounced, pounced at the enemy, pounced in front of the enemy and released all inertia on the enemy with bayonets.

But from modern times, I am used to maintaining my body balance, and I am used to running on the inclined surface. Even the golden autumn lotus that was originally behind me ran in front of me...

This directly gave me only time to kick a runaway enemy in the ass and watch him overwhelm another US armed with a submachine gun to the ground.

Then the US military quickly began to flee, and hundreds of US troops armed to the teeth collapsed inexplicably under the impact of more than 30 volunteer soldiers with only bayonets in their hands.

"Retreat!" Because there were no bullets, Company Commander Zhang did not dare to chase the enemy, so he quickly gave the order to return to the position. The soldiers ran back one after another, but I was the only one who stood there for a long time and had not reacted.

This is too fast! The contrast is too big!

I originally thought that this battle would be lost, but I didn't expect that the bayonet would end before the meat fight was started. I had to go back and let the soldiers see that my bayonet was still snow-white, then...

Thinking of this, I didn't care about it. After a few steps, I caught two "cracks" and stabbed the two US soldiers who were about to get up. I didn't want their own guns. I grabbed a submachine gun and an M1 rifle with a bayonet and ran back and ran away.

But what I didn't expect was that I was going down the mountain and went up the mountain slowly. Before I could run a few steps, the enemy's machine gun shells came up. I only felt something hit on my back and was lifted a few meters away. I fell, and then there was gravel. The soil rushed towards me like waves. I wanted to move but couldn't move. I only felt the soil, sand and stones kept pouring into my mouth, into my eyes, and covering my nose...

Damn, I wasn't killed by these cannons, but I was going to be buried alive by these soil!

My breathing became tighter and tighter, and the fine sand was drilling into my lungs. I wanted to cough but couldn't cough out, but I couldn't make any sounds. I wanted to hold myself up but found that I couldn't find my hands and feet...

Suddenly, my eyes lit up. I was dragged out by a big hand, and then dragged forward for a while and was heavily thrown on the position.

I didn't bother to avoid the fire, so I coughed desperately and spit out the soil in my mouth, and then gasped greedily.

"Check Platoon Leader Cui and see where he was injured."

The voice of Company Commander Zhang came from beside me, which made me realize that he was the one who saved me just now.

"Nothing!" Jin Qiulian touched my back for a while, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "A shrapnel hit Platoon Leader Cui's quilt, but it didn't penetrate it! His hands and feet were just numb. You will recover after a while!"

"Um..." the company commander responded, his voice sounded a little weak.

"Company Commander, you...you are injured!"

Following Jin Qiulian's scream, I slowly turned my head, and then I found that Company Commander Zhang was covered in blood, and his chest was undulating violently.

"Company Commander, you..." I trembled and stretched out my hand that was a little conscious, and I felt a burst of guilt in my heart. I wanted to say anything, but I couldn't say anything.

"Planer Cui, Platoon Leader Cui!" Company Commander Zhang said breathlessly: "You must not, you must not let the enemy go... I, I have an envelope in my pocket, help me... bring it to my house, bring it..."

"Company Commander!" Looking at Company Commander Zhang who had been gasping for the last breath and closed his eyes, my tears flowed down. At this time, I wish I would run back immediately after hearing the order. I wish I was the one who died, and I wish the company commander did not rush down to save me...

I trembled with both hands and unbuttoned the company captain's shirt and took out the envelope from his pocket, but found a huge gun hole on it. The envelope had been pierced by bullets and was soaked in blood.

"Company Commander!" Looking at the company commander's body that was not stiff, the guilt in his heart surged like a tide.

Why! Why...
Chapter completed!