Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 10 Baseball
"Damn it!" Captain Chu slammed his fist hard and ordered a soldier beside him, "Third Battalion Commander, take two companies up there, bring more grenades, surround these bastards from two directions, and throw grenades in when you get close."
"Yes!" The soldier called the third battalion commander saluted and went down to prepare.
I couldn't help but secretly praise Captain Chu in my heart. This is a good idea. If we can throw dozens of grenades into the tank circle, there will be basically no infantry left. After dealing with the infantry inside, those tanks can only wait to die in the dark night. No matter what we do, we can't do anything to them.
The two companies quickly organized an attack. Under the moonlight, they did not rush towards the enemy shouting and killing as usual, but scattered on the snow and crawled forward relying on trees and terrain.
It seems that the volunteer soldiers are not just brave and fierce. To be honest, I was quite surprised to see this scene. From the time I came into this world until now, this is the first time I have seen soldiers not stand with their chests puffed out and rush forward recklessly.
But think about it, although this "Xiafei" tank is a light tank, it is equipped with two 7.62mm machine guns and a 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun. The total number of machine guns on the more than 20 tanks in front of us is 60 to 70, not to mention that there is a company of infantry inside to provide cover.
If they still charge forward with their chests puffed out as a group as they did in the past, I'm afraid that this time even a whole regiment of people will not be enough to defeat them.
The volunteers must have known these data, because they had suffered a lot from them. After the Japanese surrendered, the United States sent a large number of tanks to the Kuomintang to help it build armored forces, most of which were M24 "Xiafei" tanks.
In the night, more than 200 troops slowly crawled towards the tank group in the middle on the snow. From a distance, it looked like the surging sea slowly eroding an isolated island in the middle. Captain Chu clenched his fists and stared at the battlefield, as if he was worried about the safety of the soldiers. Although the method was feasible, it would inevitably result in considerable losses under the powerful firepower of the US military.
"Da da da..." When the volunteers were still more than 100 meters away from the U.S., the U.S. opened fire. Perhaps because of the low visibility at night, they had machine guns and rifles with a range of 700 meters but waited until the volunteers were more than 100 meters away before starting to shoot.
Suddenly, the foot of the mountain was like a pot of boiling water, with gunshots, explosions, and the whistling of bullets. Many soldiers who were originally crawling forward stopped silently. I knew that those soldiers who did not continue to crawl forward were not afraid of the enemy's firepower. There was only one reason why they stopped, that is, they had already sacrificed their precious lives.
Ninety meters, the volunteers continued to crawl, and their speed did not slow down because of the firepower of the US military. Although some soldiers were constantly hit by stray bullets, they simply ignored it.
I read an article in modern times. It said that an American pilot was bombing a group of volunteer soldiers. He was surprised to find that the volunteers completely ignored the bombs that fell on the group. Even if some people were killed or injured, the volunteers did not stop at all, and did not even turn their heads back. For this reason, the pilot kept wondering if he had bombed the wrong people.
Eighty meters, it was obvious that the US military did not use all their machine guns, and the firepower network was not as strong as we originally thought. Except for a few machine guns, most of the US soldiers were hiding behind tanks and shooting at the volunteers. They were saving ammunition and preparing for a night of war.
Seventy meters, at this time the U.S. troops could no longer hold back, and the machine guns on more than a dozen tanks roared and spewed out flames. The bullets in the sky made the snow in front of the position fly, and the area around the volunteers seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.
With a "beep..." sound, a horn sounded on the battlefield. The volunteer threw out a row of grenades, but the target was not the tanks, but the open space in front of the tanks. It was impossible to throw the grenades as far as seventy meters while lying on the ground.
Following a series of explosions, the volunteer soldiers shouted and rushed forward in the smoke from the grenades. The American troops seemed to realize the danger and fired all their machine guns without caring about saving bullets. I looked down from the top of the mountain and saw white lights from bullets everywhere at the foot of the mountain, spreading out from the tanks like a fishing net.
In front of the enemy's firepower network of grenades and machine guns, the volunteers fell down in groups, but they still rushed forward regardless of life and death, stepping on the blood of their comrades, stepping over the bodies of their comrades, and approaching the target step by step... Finally, a soldier rushed to the range of the grenade, and they used all their strength to throw the grenade ...
With a "bang", an American soldier raised an engineering shovel in a hurry and used the moonlight to hit the grenade back like hitting a baseball. The grenade exploded outside the tank circle, but the American soldiers were not hurt at all.
"Yeah..." The American soldier cheered and waved his fist to demonstrate to the volunteers. The other American soldiers followed suit and pulled out their engineering shovels to deal with the grenades thrown by the volunteers.
Americans love playing baseball, and almost every household has practiced it. Some have even played it since childhood. Their accuracy and strength are really amazing . Eight out of ten grenades thrown by the volunteers would be knocked out, and even if some exploded inside, they were picked up far away and there was no major damage.
On the other hand, the volunteer soldiers, more than half of the more than 200 soldiers who had rushed to the front, had been killed. Not only could they not stand up due to the enemy's firepower, but the grenades they threw at the risk of their lives could not kill the enemy. They could neither advance nor retreat ...
"Yeah! Another home run!"
As the American soldiers fired grenades one after another, they raised their shovels brazenly, ready to hit the ball, and shouted at us:
"Is that all you can do? Chinese people!"
"Give me more, asshole!"
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"Damn it!" Although the volunteers could not understand what they were saying, they knew that they were provoking them. Although they were so angry that their eyes turned red, they could not do anything about them for the time being.
These bastards, I could understand what they said, and a nameless fire rose in my heart. I gritted my teeth and unconsciously clenched the M1 rifle in my right hand!
