Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 28: Battle of Hill 299 (Part 2)
I was so close to the US troops that I was shocked, but fortunately, those Americans focused all their attention on the Volunteer Army's defense line that they were going to attack, and did not notice that there was a living person behind them who was secretly plotting against them.
"What should I do?" I looked at the M1 rifle in my hand. Even if I could shoot fast enough, I only had thirty bullets. There were more than two hundred Americans here. If they found me, I would all be killed.
I thought about hiding back in the air-raid shelter, but quickly gave up the idea. The Americans were fighting the volunteers and had no time to check their positions. If the war was over, how could they be so careless as not to even check the air-raid shelter ? We would still be finished by then.
Now I was surrounded by Americans, and it seemed that my only chance of survival was to stab them in the back. So for the sake of my own life, I finally decided to have a fight.
I crawled forward carefully along the trench. Although the sound of gunfire could cover up a lot of things, I still didn't dare make any noise because I could even hear them changing magazines.
I crawled over the bodies of the Americans one by one, collecting the grenades on them. The melon-shaped grenades of the Americans were really good stuff! Not only were they powerful, but they also had grooves carved on them. Once they exploded, they could produce dozens or even hundreds of fragments, with a kill probability of at least 50% within a kill radius of more than ten meters.
Unlike the wooden-handled grenades used by the volunteer soldiers, which would explode into two pieces, and those who were unlucky would be killed by one of the halves. Usually, if they were thrown near the enemy, they would only injure but not kill them.
Hey! There is also an M3 submachine gun. After turning over a dead American soldier , I unexpectedly found this treasure. I think the American soldier was too nervous to take it away because he was pressed by the dead soldier. I held this thing in my hand and pulled out three magazines from the guy's bullet bag, and I felt much more at ease.
There was no time to count them, probably about a dozen grenades! I just tore off a towel and piled all the grenades on top, it really looked like a small mountain.
It's time! I took a final look at the submachine gun and magazines next to me. Actually, this was totally unnecessary, because even if I found any problems, I wouldn't know what to do. I just felt a little guilty and wasted my time.
I was thinking to myself, if I didn't take action and the Volunteer Army couldn't hold out, I would be dead too. If the American Army couldn't hold out and retreated, I would be dead too. So I had to grit my teeth, harden my heart, grab two grenades in each hand, and bite off the safety pins one by one with my teeth.
I held it quietly for a few seconds, struggling with my thoughts. I wasn't worried that the grenade would explode, because I knew that the grenades used by the Americans were different from those used by the Volunteer Army. The grenades were ignited as soon as the string was pulled, and would explode after a period of time. But the grenade was not like that. Although the safety was pulled, as long as I kept holding it in my hand and didn't release the pressure plate, it would not explode.
But holding four of these things in my hands still makes me feel a little scared. Just imagine if the American soldiers heard a loud noise behind them, and then turned around to find that a volunteer soldier was playing with their grenades and was blown to pieces behind them, they would definitely laugh their heads off!
Shit! What am I thinking? My life is about to be in danger and I am still afraid of being laughed at!
I took a few deep breaths, inhaled a few gulps of cold air to sober myself up, stood up suddenly, threw out the four grenades in my hand, and then picked up the submachine gun and fired a burst of shots before the grenades exploded.
The nearest four or five American soldiers were only a dozen steps away from me. At such a close distance and with their backs to me, there was no reason why I could miss them. Instantly, the four or five American soldiers were hit by several bullets and fell down screaming. The blood soon dyed the snow under their feet red.
The American soldiers heard the gunshots behind them and turned their attention back. At this moment, the four grenades exploded without them being prepared.
The power of the Americans' grenades was indeed extraordinary. After a few loud noises, it brought about a bloody storm, which made the American soldiers lie down. The sound of gunfire immediately became much less.
I took this opportunity to bend down and change a magazine for my submachine gun, then crouched down and ran along the inner wall of the trench with a towel full of grenades in my hand. As I expected, before I ran far, I heard several clanging sounds of grenades hitting stones behind me.
I can throw my grenades up, and of course the Americans can also throw their grenades down. Although they are in a high place, I am hiding inside the trench and they can't see me, so throwing grenades is of course their best option.
I didn't dare look back. I counted and ran about twenty steps, and I felt more at ease. The killing radius of the Americans' grenades was only about ten meters. If I wasn't running in the front, it would be too late.
"Boom boom..." After a few sounds, I felt like I was pushed by a gust of air, and I fell to the ground involuntarily, biting a mouthful of mud. Damn, the power of the American grenades is really different. They are still so powerful from such a distance. I have to be mentally prepared next time.
After crawling forward a few meters, I sat up again, grabbed four grenades, bit the safety and threw them up. This time I didn't dare to stand up to throw them, but just threw them behind my back casually with both hands... Those Americans would definitely be staring in this direction, and standing up would be tantamount to seeking death.
Anyway, there are Americans everywhere, so I can kill several of them by throwing any grenade I throw. As long as I am not so unlucky, I can get a grenade rolling back.
"Boom boom boom..." There was another loud noise from above, accompanied by the Americans' screams.
After dropping the bomb, I continued running forward, this time running directly to the lower end of the trench and hiding in an air-raid shelter, with only my submachine gun and half of my head exposed, aiming at the long and empty trench.
"kill……"
Because I disrupted the American troops' position from behind, the Volunteer Army quickly launched a counterattack. First, there were bursts of explosions from above, which were unique to wooden-handled grenades, followed by the shouts of the Volunteer Army soldiers.
Although the wooden-handled grenade may not kill many people, it still produces a lot of smoke. From this point of view, although it is not very environmentally friendly, the volunteers took advantage of this to provide cover before the charge.
But I also knew very well that once the American troops retreated, they would all rush into this trench - the most dangerous time for my life had arrived.
