Volume 2 The Second Battle Chapter 38: Battle of Hill 299 (XII)
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"Revenge for the company commander!"
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When the U.S. troops rushed up again, there were only twenty or so people left in the company, but no one retreated, no one was afraid. All twenty people in the company rushed towards the U.S. troops approaching the position with bayonets pointed. The machine guns had been thrown aside because they had no bullets.
This time the volunteers learned their lesson and waited until the U.S. troops rushed into the position before taking action. This way they could engage with the U.S. troops as quickly as possible and prevent the U.S. troops, who had sufficient ammunition, from having the opportunity to shoot us from a distance.
I almost rushed down with tears in my eyes. This time I quickly learned the movements of my comrades-in-arms charging. It was actually very simple. I didn't care about the increasing speed, inertia, or life or death... I just let go and rushed down. It came naturally.
There was only the sound of wind whistling in my ears, a bayonet in my hand, and a panicked American soldier in front of me. He just pointed his gun at me, and then I heard a "puff" sound... The bayonet had already pierced deeply into his chest. A slight vibration came from the blade, and I realized that it was the sound of the American soldier's ribs breaking.
He fell heavily to the ground like a weightless sandbag, twitching and spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, and then there was no life left.
I continued to charge forward, pulling out my bayonet and smashing the other American soldier in the face with the butt of my rifle. Before the American soldier could react, he fell heavily to the ground, with a few spots of blood and a few teeth splattered beside him.
"Bang bang..." After a few gunshots, I felt a chill on my head and my hat was blown away. I turned around and saw an American soldier holding an M1 rifle and shooting at me not far away. The black muzzle of the gun was facing me. He was about to shoot again, but suddenly a volunteer soldier's bayonet pierced his neck. The sharp tip of the knife appeared from the other side of his neck, and then it was quickly pulled back.
Blood spurted out, the rifle slipped from his hands, and then he collapsed to the ground like a balloon with the air sucked out of it.
I had no fear, no time to be afraid.
Two bayonets were stabbing at me from the left and right in front of me, but I didn't retreat, instead I threw away the rifle in my hand and took two steps forward. Because they didn't expect that I would move forward, the bayonets of the two American soldiers lost their accuracy, and I barely avoided them. However, I still felt a sharp pain in my right waist. The bayonet took away a piece of my flesh. Fortunately, the cold wind blew through the holes in my cotton coat, which reduced some of my pain.
The two American soldiers were not slow either. When they saw that I had come to their side and their bayonets had become useless, they reached out to pull out the pistols at their waists.
But they made a mistake. At this time, the fastest thing was not the gun, but the hand.
As soon as they pulled out their pistols, I reached out and grabbed their necks, then used all my strength to hit them. The two M1 helmets collided fiercely, making a dull "empty" sound. Of course, my strength was not strong enough to kill them with just one hit. I easily snatched their pistols, and after two gunshots, they fell to the ground and could not get up again.
"Bang, bang, bang..." I didn't know I could shoot left and right, and the two M1911 pistols kept jumping in my hands. I knew very well that if I stood still and killed a few American soldiers in front of me, it would undoubtedly make room for the American soldiers behind me, giving them time to raise their weapons and aim at us. So I kept firing and rushed down, just to avoid losing contact with the American soldiers.
One after another, the American soldiers fell down in front of me and beside me with screams. The blood stained the pistol, my hands, and my cotton jacket red...
I had no thoughts or compassion, I just kept aiming my pistol at the enemy in front of me and pulling the trigger. The M1911 was indeed a .45 large-caliber pistol. Although it had a short range, it was incredibly powerful in close combat. It could almost make the enemy lose their combat capability if I hit them.
The volunteer soldiers behind me followed closely, holding their bloody bayonets and shouting loudly as they stabbed the enemies in front of them one by one.
The U.S. troops retreated again like a tide, and the M1911 in my hand also made a click of the firing pin, but the volunteers did not retreat at this time. I couldn't help but think of the company commander who had just died. It was time for him to give the order.
The soldiers seemed to be blood-thirsty, and they chased the American soldiers like crazy, stabbing and killing them. When the bayonets were bent, they smashed them with the butts of their rifles. When the butts were broken, they pinched them with their hands and bit them with their teeth...
“Retreat! Retreat!”
I shouted loudly, but no one seemed to hear me. Some volunteers who were running fast had even followed the American deserters onto the road.
I picked up a stone and hit the American soldier who was under Hu Zi's arm on the head, and shouted at him, "Retreat, return to the position!"
After saying that, he picked up the wounded Zhao Yongxin and ran back, but when he looked back, he couldn't help but gasp. We rushed down for fifty or sixty meters, and now it might be too late to return to the position.
Although these fifty or sixty meters are not long, going up the mountain is not as fast as going down. I am afraid that we will be shot down on the road by the American machine guns before we reach the position.
I was just thinking about whether to turn around and kill a few of his scapegoats when suddenly a few machine gun shots rang out beside me. I saw Liu Mingquan holding a captured Czech light machine gun and firing at the enemy's firing point .
"Platoon Leader Cui!" Liu Mingquan stopped and turned his head, blood dripping from his dirty face. He shouted to us, "Quickly retreat. I'll cover you!"
After saying that, he ignored us and just kept aiming at the American military's firing points.
I gritted my teeth and shouted "Retreat!", and Hu Zi and I dragged the wounded Zhao Yongxin, leading the remaining dozen or so volunteer soldiers to retreat and ran wildly towards the mountain.
Before we even reached the position, the American machine guns started firing. Bullets splashed around us, and soldiers fell down from time to time. But we didn't dare to stop for even a second. We used all our strength to run and climb up the mountain...
Finally, I rolled into a bomb crater, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I turned around and counted the number of people. There were only seven people who came back alive, but I was relieved that except for Zhao Yongxin who was injured, Hu Zi, the old squad leader, Jin Qiulian, and Xiao Shandong were still there.
But Liu Mingquan...
I turned around suddenly and looked down. Wow, this guy was still shooting among the dead bodies, facing more than a dozen American fire points alone without fear.
