Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 37: Battle of Hill 299 (XI)
There was no sound of artillery, only occasional gunshots. More than thirty volunteer soldiers in tattered clothes and covered in blood rushed forward shouting and killing, like tigers breaking into a flock of sheep, stabbing and smashing anyone they saw. The armies of both sides soon engaged in a fight.
The U.S. military had never expected that such a small number of volunteers would launch a counterattack. When they first saw the volunteers covered in blood and holding bayonets, their courage was shrunk. The volunteers were very fast, and they were caught off guard before they had time to put on their bayonets. The American soldiers in the front row were beaten and ran away after just one encounter.
The American soldiers in the back row saw that the number of volunteers was so small, and although they wanted to fight, they found helplessly that they were all their own people in front of the crosshairs as soon as they raised their guns. As soon as they slowed down, the bayonets of the volunteers had already pierced their chests.
"Da da da..." A quick-moving American soldier fired the submachine gun in his hand. A volunteer soldier shook his body, obviously having been hit by several bullets, but he still used his last bit of strength to steady his body, and used inertia to stab the bayonet in the American soldier's stomach.
Seeing the American soldier screaming and falling to the ground with his body hunched over like a shrimp, the volunteer soldier collapsed to the ground as if he had completed his mission.
"Ah!" After a volunteer soldier stabbed down two American soldiers, he was suddenly stabbed by an American soldier who was rushing towards him. He screamed and tried to snatch the rifle that was stabbed in his body with both hands.
The American soldier tried hard several times but failed to pull out the bayonet, and was soon stabbed to death by another volunteer soldier who rushed over. Looking at the enemy lying in a pool of blood, the volunteer soldier finally closed his eyes, his hands still tightly holding the rifle...
A volunteer soldier wrestled with three American soldiers. He grabbed one of the enemies' neck tightly, while the other two American soldiers beat and pulled him, and even stabbed him several times with bayonets, but they still couldn't get him down.
Until the American soldier under him stuck out his tongue and kicked around with his feet, and finally could no longer move, the soldier still stared with his eyes wide open and maintained the original posture. It turned out that he had already died.
One step, I was just one step slower and witnessed the heroic sacrifice of several comrades . It was not that I was too slow, but that my comrades were too fast.
I couldn't imagine that they were running down this slope with all their might. They weren't running, they were jumping, they were jumping at the enemy, jumping in front of the enemy and then releasing all their inertia on the enemy with their bayonets.
As a modern person, I was used to keeping my body balanced and running on a slope with my feet in check. Even Jin Qiulian, who was originally behind me, ran ahead of me...
This left me with only time to kick a fleeing enemy in the ass, then watch him pin down another American soldier with a submachine gun.
Then the US troops quickly began to flee. Hundreds of US troops armed to the teeth collapsed inexplicably under the attack of more than 30 volunteer soldiers who only had bayonets in their hands.
"Retreat!" Because there was no bullets, Captain Zhang did not dare to chase the enemy and quickly gave the order to return to the position. The soldiers all ran back, but I was the only one who stood there for a long time without reacting.
This is too fast! The contrast is too big!
I thought my life was going to be in danger, but the battle was over before I even had time to pierce the bayonet. If I go back and let the soldiers see that my bayonet is still snow-white, then...
Thinking of this, I didn't care about anything else. I took a few steps forward and stabbed down the two American soldiers who were about to get up after being kicked down by me. I threw away my gun and grabbed a submachine gun and an M1 rifle with a bayonet from them and ran away.
But what I didn't expect was that I was going down the mountain faster than going up. Before I had run a few steps, the enemy's machine gun shells came up. I just felt something hit my back and I was thrown several meters away, falling all over.
Then gravel and dirt came at me like waves. I wanted to move but couldn't. I could only feel the dirt and sand pouring into my mouth, into my eyes, and covering my nose...
Damn, I'm either going to be killed by these cannons or buried alive by this mud!
My breathing became tighter and tighter, more and more stuffy, fine sand drilled into my lungs, I wanted to cough but couldn't, I wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, I wanted to stand up but found that I couldn't find my hands and feet...
Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I was dragged out by a big hand. Then, after being dragged forward for a while, I was thrown heavily onto the battlefield.
Not even bothering to avoid the artillery fire, I coughed desperately to spit out the dirt in my mouth, then gasped greedily.
"Check on Platoon Leader Cui to see where he's injured."
I heard Captain Zhang's voice beside me, and then I realized that he was the one who saved me.
"Nothing!" Jin Qiulian touched my back for a while, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said, "A piece of shrapnel hit Platoon Leader Cui's quilt, but it didn't penetrate! It's just that his hands and feet are numb. He will recover after a rest!"
"Hmm..." The company commander responded, his voice sounding a little weak.
"Captain, you...you are injured!"
Following Jin Qiulian's scream, I slowly turned my head and found that Company Commander Zhang was covering his chest with blood, his chest heaving violently.
"Company commander, you..." I stretched out my somewhat conscious hand tremblingly, feeling waves of guilt in my heart. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't utter any words.
"Platoon Leader Cui, Platoon Leader Cui!" Captain Zhang panted and said, "We must not, we must not let the enemy pass... I, I have an envelope in my pocket, please help me... take it home, take it with me..."
"Company Commander!" As I watched Company Commander Zhang take his last breath and close his eyes, tears welled up in my eyes. At this moment, I wished I had run back immediately after hearing the order. I wished I was the one who died. I wished the company commander hadn't rushed down to save me...
With trembling hands, I unbuttoned Captain Zhang's shirt and took out the envelope from his pocket, only to find a huge bullet hole in it. The envelope had been pierced by a bullet and was soaked in blood.
"Company Commander!" Looking at the company commander's body which had not yet stiffened, he wanted to cry but had no tears. The guilt in his heart surged like a tide.
why why……
Why can't I help him realize his last wish before he died!
