Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 31: Battle of Hill 299 (V)
The gunfire suddenly stopped. I immediately put on a camouflaged hat and got out of the air-raid shelter. I carefully placed my gun on the trench and slowly stuck out half of my head to observe.
The volunteers moved faster than I did. When I saw them, they were already lying in front of the trenches, ready. Grenades with unscrewed lids were lined up in front of the trenches, like death warrants for the American troops.
Under the sun, more than 300 fully armed American soldiers appeared at the corner of the road in a scattered formation. They walked and stopped, carefully covering each other's progress. The anti-aircraft machine guns on the tanks were also ready to provide fire support to the infantry who were about to rush up the mountain!
"beat!"
Perhaps because of the experience from last time, Captain Zhang ordered to open fire as soon as the enemy ran to the foot of the mountain. When fighting with the puppet army, you can wait until they get closer before fighting, but it seems inappropriate to do so when fighting with the Americans who have advanced equipment.
Immediately, the volunteers opened fire with their light and heavy weapons, but this time, the sound of gunfire seemed too sparse to me.
Maybe it was because I had just used an American submachine gun, or maybe it was because I had heard the sound of American soldiers firing guns, so this time, apart from the loud noises of two machine guns which were a bit exciting, I felt that the gunshots of the volunteer soldiers had a sense of powerlessness - the rate of fire was too slow.
Although the shots of the Volunteer Army were rare, I was still very proud of their accuracy. Dozens of American soldiers fell down screaming in the first round of gunfire. This reminded me of the origin of the nickname "Three-shot Eighth Route Army". The so-called three-shot means that the Eighth Route Army had so few bullets that they could only fire three shots. After firing three shots, they had to use bayonets to fight desperately.
Precisely because there were so few bullets, the Eighth Route Army practiced their marksmanship very hard, striving to kill an enemy with every bullet.
On the other hand, the U.S. military fired back with bursts of gunfire. The machine guns on the tanks, the machine guns on the ground, the submachine guns and rifles in the hands of the infantrymen…they completely suppressed the gunfire of the Volunteer Army soldiers. Looking down from where I was hiding, the front of the position was covered with dust and debris from bullets, as if covered by a layer of gauze.
The enemy approached to within fifty meters, and I watched quietly, motionless, like the lifeless yellow earth beside me.
The US troops were divided into two groups. One group stopped and either lay down or half-knelt to fire at the mountain, while the other group took the opportunity to rush forward and changed magazines at the same time. After rushing forward for a distance, they stopped tacitly and fired at the Volunteer Army's positions. During this period, if anyone wanted to change the magazine, they would always shout: "Reloading! (US military colloquialism: Reload!)" to remind their comrades to continue fire.
Then the US troops who were originally responsible for the cover mission turned to rush forward...
The volunteers fought back bravely. Although their marksmanship was precise, the firing rate of their bolt-action rifles was too slow to stop the advance of the U.S. troops. Moreover, the dense fire of the U.S. troops also caused considerable casualties to the volunteers.
The enemy approached to within forty meters. I stared at him closely without blinking. My eyes were as cold as the icy snow on the ground.
The US military cooperated very well, not only the cooperation between the infantry, but also the tanks in the rear cooperated to suppress the firepower of the Volunteer Army. As long as there was a sound of machine guns on the Volunteer Army's position, the machine guns and artillery on the tanks would fire there.
But in a short while, the Volunteer Army's machine gunners were replaced several times, and one of the machine guns was even blown into a pile of scrap metal.
With a "beep..." sound, a small trumpet was blown in the Volunteer Army's position. The soldiers threw out rows of grenades at the same time.
"Grenade!" (U.S. military colloquialism: There are grenades!) Someone in the U.S. military camp shouted, and the soldiers fell to the ground one after another.
There was a loud bang, and the grenade raised a cloud of smoke in front of the position, but before the smoke had dispersed, the American soldiers climbed up again, and only a few were killed or injured. But before they could get ready, the volunteers threw a new round of grenades, followed by another round of gunfire, which once again made them lie on the ground and dare not get up.
" Hold your position ! Cover fire, cover fire!" With the shout of an officer, the US troops stopped advancing and stayed where they were, firing wildly at the volunteers. When the volunteers dropped bombs again, several soldiers fell in a pool of blood because their targets were too exposed.
"Call the fuck FT! (Let the damn flamethrower come up!) Flamethrower full name: Flame Thrower. FT is the abbreviation."
Here it comes. Hearing this, I couldn't help but get excited. It's time for me to take action.
As an American soldier shouted hurriedly into a walkie-talkie, three flamethrowers carrying two military green gasoline cans on their backs crouched and ran towards the battlefield under the protection of more than a dozen American soldiers. Each flamethrower was protected by four or five American soldiers, some of whom were equipped with M1 rifles and others with M3 submachine guns.
The M1 rifle has a long range of 700 meters, which can provide long-range protection, but lacks firepower. The M3 submachine gun has a range of 100 meters and can only provide close-range protection, but it has strong firepower and can fire up to 120 rounds per minute. The combination of M1 and M3 is a very scientific combination, which can provide comprehensive firepower protection for flamethrowers.
They kept standing in front of and behind the flamethrowers, trotting towards the tanks.
I gently turned the rifle in my hand and aimed the crosshairs at the gasoline tank behind a flamethrower walking in the middle. Even though there were several American soldiers covering it, I could still see a little bit of it from this height. This is why I risked my life to run to the last line of defense, because there was a larger depression angle here, and I could see the gasoline tank protected by the American soldiers.
I took a deep breath and closed one eye, my right hand fingers tightly gripping the trigger. The army green gasoline tank in the sight rose and fell, appearing and disappearing due to the running of the American soldiers, and the muzzle of my gun moved slowly with it... But I didn't shoot in the end, and let them all run behind the tank. It was obvious that they wanted to take a short rest behind the tank, and then rush to the position of the volunteer soldiers in one breath.
At this time, I aimed my gun at the open space between the two tanks...
