Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 29: Battle of Hill 299 (Part 3)
When the first American appeared in front of me, I threw all five remaining grenades into the trench in front of me. One of them landed right at the feet of the fastest American soldier.
"Shift!" the American soldier cursed with a sad face.
I looked at the terror in the soldier's eyes and sighed in my heart - there's nothing I can do, who told you to run the fastest? Don't run so fast on the road to the underworld .
The grenade has a delay time of about four seconds. Although this time is so short, for the American soldiers fleeing for their lives, these four seconds are enough time for twenty or thirty people to jump into the trenches in panic. Before they can react, there is a loud explosion in the trench, and in an instant, a bloody storm is set off in the trench.
The grenade exploded in the trench, and the shock wave reached very far. The American soldiers who jumped into the trench were either killed on the spot or blown away by the shock wave and fell to the ground. This hill was full of rocks, and it looked like they were only half dead.
The second group of American soldiers soon jumped down. I picked up my submachine gun and started shooting, but what I didn't expect was that although this submachine gun fired a lot of bullets, they had no penetrating power at all. All the bullets in one magazine were blocked by the two nearest American soldiers, and it couldn't hit other enemies at all.
During this pause, several M1s were pointed at me, and I quickly ducked my head. "Bang, bang, bang..." A series of gunshots rang out, and clusters of small flowers kept exploding on the ground in front of the air-raid shelter!
This was terrible. I knew that the American soldiers would be approaching me while shooting. When they got in front of me, that would be the end of my life. But it was not my fate. At this moment, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of the air-raid shelter. A US soldier was running away in a panic and jumped right in front of the entrance of my air-raid shelter.
Because I was afraid of hurting my own people, the gunfire outside the cave was stagnant. How could I miss such a good opportunity? I took out my box gun and rushed forward, knocking the American soldier at the entrance of the cave into the trench.
Before the American soldiers could react, he raised his box gun and fired a few bursts of shots, and three American soldiers fell.
At this moment, I suddenly found myself surrounded by American soldiers. Steel helmets with helmet nets were everywhere. The dirty and torn cotton hat on my head looked particularly dazzling in the sun.
What a mistake. I knew to pick up guns and grenades, but why did I forget to pick up a helmet...
"Fuck!" The American soldier who was knocked into the trench by me quickly came to his senses and suddenly reached out from behind to grab my neck. The Americans were so strong that I felt my breath was choked and my eyes went dark, and I almost fainted.
"Hey you!" Another American soldier spotted me wearing a different uniform and pointed his bayonet at me and stabbed me...
Is this the end? I sighed in my heart. It is so tiring to live in this world. Now it can finally end. I saw the bayonet in front of me approaching me, reflecting the dazzling sunlight. At this moment, I don't know why I didn't feel scared at all, but felt a sense of relief all over my body!
"Ah!" I shouted loudly. I couldn't believe that I shouted it myself. I don't know where I got the strength from, but I threw away the box gun with my right hand, stretched back and grabbed the head of the American soldier behind me, then threw him forward with a back throw.
With a "puff!" sound, the bayonet pierced into his back fiercely, and half of the bloody tip of the knife was exposed on his chest. In the moment before death, he stared with his blue eyes full of disbelief and terror, and his twitching mouth and clenched fists seemed to foreshadow his painful struggle.
The American soldier with the bayonet was stunned when he realized that he had stabbed one of his own. But before he could pull out the bayonet, I rushed forward, grabbed him with both hands, and broke his neck with a snap.
I felt the slight sound and vibration when the neck broke, and my throat couldn't help but feel itchy. I felt the huge body in my arms slowly losing its life and falling down, and my heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
But the battlefield did not allow me to think too much. I picked up the rifle with a bayonet on the ground and blocked it, and then I blocked the other rifle that was stabbing at me. Then I swung my hands, and the bayonet flashed a cold light, drew an arc, and cut the neck of the American soldier in front of me.
The helmet strap was split in two, hanging loosely at his chin. Blood was gushing out, and he desperately covered his neck with both hands, his eyes glowing green as he looked at me fiercely, opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out, only making a gurgling sound and spitting out mouthfuls of bubbling blood, and then he knelt on the ground ...
I didn't dare to look at his face again, I raised my bayonet and threw it, pinning a US soldier holding an M3 submachine gun behind me to the ground. I threw the rifle because I couldn't guarantee that there were bullets in the gun. If there were no bullets, I would only be waiting to die if I faced a submachine gun at such a short distance.
Then I rolled twice in the trench, picked up the submachine gun and fired in a fan-shaped pattern at the American soldiers around me. The fleeing American soldiers were shot and fell one after another, and their blood dyed the snow around me red.
Suddenly, a bayonet blocked my rotating submachine gun, and I heard the clang of bullets being fired from my hand. I didn't care about anything else and swung the empty gun to smash...
"It's me! Huzi...We beat the Americans back!"
A familiar voice made my hands stop in mid-air. Only then did I realize that I was back in the ranks of the Volunteer Army. Only then did I realize that the Volunteer Army's ragged cotton jackets and hats were so cute, and their dirty faces...
"Platoon Leader Cui..." At this time, Jin Qiulian ran up to me with a dusty face and said, "You...you are not dead yet?"
"What did you say? Are you cursing me again?" It took me a long time to come back to my senses. I glared at her in dissatisfaction, but what surprised me was that her eyes seemed a little red.
"Where have you been?" Hu Zi said unhappily after returning to the trench: "We all thought you were dead, but who knew you suddenly came out and defeated a large number of American devils."
"No, I didn't go anywhere!" I sniffed my nose embarrassedly, which was so painful from the cold. If I told my comrades that I fell asleep in the air-raid shelter, they would laugh their heads off.
"Platoon Leader Cui!" Company Commander Zhang, with a bandage on his head, walked over tiredly and said, "If you hadn't attacked the Americans from behind, we might have lost this position. But with your interference, the Americans have lost more than they gained."
"But the Americans will never accept defeat!" Captain Zhang went on to say, "We must hold our position. As long as we are there, we will never let the Americans get through. Even if they want to get through, they will have to step over our corpses!"
"Yes!" The comrades responded firmly, and each of them made up their mind to die.
