Volume 1: The First Battle Chapter 23: Battle of Jiulong River (VII)
"Crazy, they are all crazy." I looked at the volunteers fighting with the enemy in disbelief. Although I have seen such scenes more than once on TV and in movies, so many times that I can even describe it as numb, but when I really stand here, looking at the blood of my comrades and feeling their heroism, the shock in my heart is indescribable.
Don’t they value their lives? But I clearly saw in their eyes the nostalgia and reluctance to leave this world; do they value their lives?
But why would they give up their lives without hesitation... Coming from the modern world and that peaceful era, I really cannot understand their actions.
But what is certain is that their heroism soon infected me. I felt a surge of blood rushing to my head , and my hands couldn't help but clench the M1 rifle in my hands.
Behind Hill 121 is an even steeper hillside, which is also under the fire coverage of the Volunteer Army's Hill 163, so the enemy basically will not choose this hillside to attack. However, at this time, the Volunteer Army on Hill 163 had already used up all their bullets and could no longer provide cover for Hill 121 where I was, which gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.
A company of puppet troops, led by a captain, quietly climbed up the high ground. As long as they climbed up the high ground, they could occupy the positions of the volunteers and shoot down the volunteers who were rushing out of the positions 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 soldier climbed up the high ground with the joy of victory and the eagerness to make merit, he found a gunman standing in the sunset. His eyes were cold, his blood was cold, and his gun was even colder... ("Ouch..." I couldn't help but whine. It was really hard to pose as a lonely master. Look, I sprained my waist.)
With a "bang", I pulled the trigger without hesitation at the enemy who was climbing up. I watched his blood splatter inside his helmet, and then his head tilted and he rolled down the mountain.
The other enemies were startled by the shot and quickly retracted their heads. I took this opportunity to lie prone on the ground, crawled forward a few steps, came to a crack in the rock, and carefully extended the muzzle of the gun.
From here I can clearly see the enemies hiding under the hillside, watching their panicked movements, looking at their panicked eyes, and feeling the fear in their hearts.
But I didn't shoot, because I only had 12 bullets in total, including the four in the chamber. Even if I shot one at a time, I couldn't stop these more than a hundred people at the foot of the mountain.
Once they were allowed to go up the mountain, their comrades who were fighting hand-to-hand with the enemy halfway up the mountain would have no chance of survival.
Sometimes invisible enemies are much more terrifying than visible enemies, and now I am their invisible enemy.
Because they can't see me, they will try their best to imagine how scary, powerful, and mighty I am in their minds... and once I appear in front of them, they will say "huh" - I'm just a little more handsome!
"Bang!" A puppet soldier bravely moved towards the top of the hill with a gun in hand, but before he took a few steps, a bullet mercilessly hit him between the eyebrows.
"Do you know what it means to be the first to stick your head out and be shot at?" I looked through the crosshairs at the puppet soldier lying in a pool of blood at the foot of the hillside and muttered quietly, "I hope you won't be so pushy when you report to the King of Hell."
The two puppet soldiers exchanged glances and reached for the grenades hanging on their chests. I did not stop them, but watched quietly, watched quietly, watched them hold the grenades in their hands, take a few deep breaths, then nod to each other, pull the safety and throw them up the mountain...
At this time, gunshots were heard, and the two puppet soldiers fell down. The melon-shaped grenades in their hands fell to the ground and rolled for a while, and then exploded in the group of puppet soldiers with two loud bangs, causing the puppet soldiers to wail. One of them, whose left arm was blown off, screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
I watched all this coldly, took out the last clip from the bullet bag, knocked it on the stone, and pressed it into the chamber. The weapons made by the Americans are very precise, and the M1 rifle is no exception.
But in this era, precision weapons are prone to jamming. The M1 rifle is no exception. If the eight bullets in the magazine are slightly uneven, they will not be able to be fired. Therefore, Americans have a habit of knocking the magazine on their helmets before loading it.
Fortunately, there were two bullets in the chamber, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do if the two puppet soldiers threw grenades at the same time. I secretly thanked my luck, raised my rifle again, and closely watched the puppet soldiers' every move.
The M1 has good performance in all aspects, but its biggest drawback is that it cannot be reloaded. After a magazine is pushed in, no more bullets can be pushed in, and the magazine cannot be ejected unless the eight bullets are used up. This drawback caused great trouble to the US military during World War II, because if there was only one bullet in the chamber and the order to charge was received, then you would be on your own.
The solution to this problem is to shoot out the bullet in the chamber, but this will inevitably expose your target and strategic intentions, because once the enemy hears a blank shot, they will know that you are about to charge.
"Go ahead, go ahead... He's out of bullets! Charge forward!"
I heard the sound and found that an officer was hiding behind a half-meter-high rock. Maybe he was the company commander. No... The South Korean army was organized according to the US military's lieutenant officer system, so he should be called a captain or something. I'm not a soldier, so I really don't understand these complicated military ranks. Anyway, he must be an officer. At this time, he was waving the US 1911 pistol in his hand, punching and kicking the puppet soldiers around him out of the cover!
I frowned and thought to myself that this officer was quite capable. He only shouted "He has no bullets" to encourage his men. Although it was a lie, he still successfully organized an attack.
I saw more than a dozen puppet soldiers stand up and crouch down to move up the mountain. The puppet soldiers lying behind them also got ready to move and rushed forward. But there were only eight bullets in my gun chamber...
"Bang, bang, bang..." I fired seven bullets without hesitation, and every bullet hit the target. Seven enemies fell to the ground. The remaining enemies fell to the ground again, not daring to move at all.
"Hehe..." As I expected, I laughed evilly in my heart. If I had hesitated for a moment, or if I didn't dare to shoot to save bullets, then it would have just fulfilled what the officer said, and it would have told them one fact - I had no bullets.
But at this moment, I was like a rich man with a box of bullets. I just threw out seven bullets, which scared them instead.
"There's one more bullet!" I slowly turned the crosshairs to the officer's hiding place, thinking to myself, "This bullet is for you. I don't believe you won't stick your head out to see the battle situation!"
Sure enough, after a while, a steel helmet slowly stretched out from the side of the rock. I pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a gunshot, the steel helmet rolled down the mountain with a "bang bang bang..."
"Damn it, I got fooled!" I cursed. It was just a helmet on the tip of a gun. At the same time, the head of a puppet soldier popped up not far to the right, which made me realize that this officer was not simple. He actually knew how to make a feint attack from the front, and then sent a small team to encircle me from the side when I was not paying attention!
Without thinking too much, I drew out my rifle and rushed a few steps, using the butt of my rifle to smack the two puppet soldiers in the lead like whacking a mole. This is the difference between a good soldier and a bad soldier. A good soldier will definitely stick out his gun first, instead of sticking out his head like this and letting me hit him!
But my luck seemed to end there, two grenades were thrown up and landed behind me. I roughly estimated that it would be too late to turn around and pick up the grenades and throw them back. Jumping away to avoid the grenades would undoubtedly give the enemy time to climb up. So I gritted my teeth, pulled out the bayonet at my waist, and jumped down to the unknown place where the enemy climbed up.
Is there a cliff ahead? A steep cliff? I don't know.
I only knew that if there was an enemy pointing a bayonet or a gun upward, my life would be over. But luckily, at the moment I jumped out, I caught a glimpse of a dozen puppet soldiers crouching down and covering their ears on a small open space below...
"Boom..." Two times, the grenade behind me exploded with a deafening sound, bringing up a rain of stones from the sky. The broken stones hit my head, face, and back... But I had no time to care about all this. Before my feet touched the ground, the bayonet flashed with a cold light and cut the throat of a puppet soldier.
Warm blood splashed in front of my eyes, and the smell of blood hit me. I resisted the churning of my stomach, blocked a puppet soldier's rifle with my left hand, and stabbed upwards with the bayonet held horizontally. I held the bayonet horizontally because I didn't want the enemy's ribs to get stuck in my only weapon. After a soft feeling of the blade entering the flesh, the bayonet hit the heart squarely.
For a moment, my eyes met with those of the dying puppet soldier. The deep fear in his eyes made my heart tremble. The blood spurting from his mouth made me feel nauseous, but my palm could clearly feel the last few beats of the heart on the other end of the bayonet!
“Kill…” I yelled, roaring out the fear in my heart. This fear did not come from the enemy, but from the life I had destroyed with my own hands, from my own ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness, and from the desolation and helplessness I felt before death…
I was so angry that I bit and slaughtered like a hungry beast rushing into a flock of sheep! The sharp bayonet stabbed every enemy standing in front of me, but the spears in their hands were useless in this relatively crowded environment.
The place where they were standing was a small piece of flat ground. In the commotion, people were pushed and rolled down the steep wall from time to time, screaming.
Finally, with the last sound of blades entering flesh, I was the only one left standing. There were corpses everywhere, the wails of the enemies before they died filled my ears, and my cotton coat became extremely heavy because it was soaked with blood.
With a "clang..." sound, my trembling hands could no longer hold the bayonet, which had long been bent. I let it fall on the stone with a sound of metal clashing, 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 me wearing a suit and tie, sitting in the office? I couldn't help but raise my bloody hands. I couldn't believe that these hands used to hold a pen and write articles.
“No…don’t move!”
I looked back following the shouting, and saw two puppet soldiers holding guns on a high place, looking at me with incredible eyes. When I glared at them, they took a step back as if they were shuddered.
"It's over!" I sighed in my heart. After all, the enemy occupied our position. The company was now surrounded by the enemy and there was no possibility of survival.
But at this time, a miracle happened again. A shell accurately blew the two puppet soldiers into the sky. The familiar charge and shouts of killing sounded almost at the same time. In an instant, all the puppet soldiers that could be seen in front of and behind the mountains were fleeing - the reinforcements finally arrived!
