Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 33: Battle of Hill 299 (VII)
As the saying goes, people are born in worry and die in comfort! The US military, which was cultivated in a greenhouse, although they have modern equipment, a complete set of scientific combat theories, and have undergone the most scientific training, but... they still lack the spirit of real soldiers who dare to fight, dare to fight, and dare to die!
The volunteers chased the American soldiers from behind, using rifles, bayonets, etc. to easily knock down the American soldiers who fell behind one by one. Some American soldiers who knew they could not escape simply knelt on the ground and raised their hands.
The volunteers rushed all the way to the foot of the mountain and wanted to continue the pursuit, but suddenly a team of 200 American soldiers ran out from the end of the road and prepared to come to support them. The volunteers gave up and returned to the position with more than 30 American prisoners.
It would not be a wise choice at all to confront the US military head-on on an undefended road during the day.
Seeing that the enemy's attack was repelled, I put away my rifle and hid in the air-raid shelter. After fighting several battles with the Americans, I basically knew their combat habits. As long as the Americans retreated, the shells would come up soon.
Sure enough, not long after, there was another rumble of bombing. Since I came to this world, I have heard this bombing sound every day. I got used to it after hearing it for a while, and now it doesn't matter. It's just a little noisy, and the ground is shaking a little, I just think of it as someone beating a drum next to me!
I loaded a new magazine into my rifle in the dugout and fiddled with it out of boredom.
At this moment, a gust of hot air suddenly rushed towards us from outside the cave, which was very unusual in the snowy and icy North Korea, and it was also mixed with an unpleasant smell of gas and gasoline.
Napalm. After a moment of shock, I quickly understood what was going on. This smell was very familiar to me. It was this napalm bomb that caused more than half of our company to be killed in the last Battle of Nameless Hill.
These bastards, I quickly took off my cotton coat and blocked the entrance as tightly as possible. Fortunately, the entrance of the air-raid shelter was small, so it was not difficult to do this.
However, I remembered that I had put snow in my cotton coat last time and was able to escape the disaster. This time...
Before I could prepare myself mentally, I felt a burning sensation in my hands that were pulling at the cotton-padded jacket. I cried out in pain in my heart and endured the pain for a while. It was not until I saw that the fire had burned through the cotton-padded jacket that I had no choice but to throw it out.
There was a raging fire outside the cave, which made me feel hot all over. At the same time , I felt difficulty breathing, and my nose and mouth were filled with the choking smell of gas and gasoline.
I didn't dare rush out because I knew very well from my previous experience how powerful napalm was. It was a sticky chemical mixture and once a person was stuck with it, even a little bit, the body would burn for a long time.
And you can't slap it, because the more you slap it, the larger the burning area will be. At the same time, it is also poisonous, and the toxic substances will quickly flow through the blood vessels at the burn site throughout the body. Even a small burn on the hand is enough to make people comatose or even die.
So I could only scoop out the soil frantically. There was only one way to put out this kind of fire, and that was to cover it with soil so that it could not burn due to lack of oxygen.
Fortunately, after several bombings by the enemy, there was a lot of broken soil that fell from the roof left in the air-raid shelter, but this soil was far from enough. If all of it was piled out, it would only make the fire in front of the cave entrance a little smaller.
The gas smoke made me cry. I kept closing my eyes, but forced myself to keep them open. I hysterically removed the wooden sticks next to the air-raid shelter and then chiseled the roof of the shelter with them.
Large chunks of dirt were falling down. At this point, I no longer cared whether I would be crushed to death or buried alive by the falling dirt and rocks. What I cared about was that I would not be suffocated to death...
Finally, after all ten of my fingers were bleeding and even a piece of nail fell off, I finally put out the fire at the cave entrance. A piece of open space where I could live appeared in front of me. With the little consciousness I had left, I crawled out of the air-raid shelter. Although the air outside the cave was still mixed with a lot of gas smell, it was like life-saving nectar compared to the air inside the cave.
The fire was still burning all around, and the temperature was so high that I could even feel my eyebrows and hair starting to curl due to the overheating. But I didn't care about that at all. I just opened my mouth wide and breathed greedily. I could hear the sound of a bellows in my throat, and I could feel my heart beating violently and my lungs expanding and contracting greatly...
It took me a while to regain consciousness. I stood up slowly with trembling legs. Only then did I realize that this small hill had turned into a flaming mountain in just an instant.
The mountains were burning, the soil was burning, the rocks were burning, the bodies were burning, the snow had long disappeared, and everywhere was red, even the stones were tinged with a faint red. From time to time, a few soldiers would howl and rush out of the air-raid shelter, then struggle and die in agony.
I regretted it. I regretted why I had pity on those Americans just now. When they were set on fire by the gasoline tank, I shot them to relieve their pain. And now... is this their reward for us? Maybe they are still seeking revenge for the arrow they shot at us just now!
Yes, I just burned four American tanks and dozens of people, so this time they are taking revenge with incendiary bombs. Or maybe they are in a hurry to escape, so they want to use this quick victory method to remove this thorn in our side as soon as possible.
I sat down on the hot ground, and with trembling hands, I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket pulled out a cigarette. This was a simple action at ordinary times, but it seemed so difficult at this time. The cigarette slipped from my hand several times, so that when I lit it and put it in my mouth, the cigarette was already stained with blood on my fingers.
But I didn’t care about that. Even though it was my own blood, even though my throat was in unbearable pain from the smoke, even though my mouth was already dry and thirsty, even though it made me cough again and again, I still inhaled greedily… I needed something to numb myself, something to make myself less afraid, something to calm myself down…
Napalm is far more terrifying than the enemy's gun and far more vicious than poison gas bombs. If you are touched by a napalm bomb, no matter who you are, you will hope that someone will shoot you or give you some poison so that you can get rid of it sooner!
"The Japs are coming!" Someone shouted, letting me know that the US military had launched a new offensive.
I held my breath and crawled back to the air-raid shelter, dug out the rifle from the pile of dirt, and then I remembered that the rest of my bullets had been burned in my cotton coat.
Now I only have eight bullets left in the chamber.
