Chapter 124: Gentlemanly Demeanor

The charge sounded again, and the soldiers rushed towards the top of the mountain with bayonets. This time, as a member of the soldiers, I personally experienced the difficulty of charging. The mud under my feet and the slope of the hillside would slide down even if I stood still, let alone shot while charging. In this case, even if those British men stood on the hill and let us fight, they would not be able to hit the target, let alone hiding in the trenches.

What made me feel distressed was that when we rushed up, the British army fired flares down one by one, but did not shoot. The feeling of being exposed to the enemy's gun was really bad. I just felt that my head was a little numb, and it seemed that a bullet was whistling at any time. Then I broke my head and drilled into my head, spinning and stirring up a mess. What made me feel even more unbearable was that the top of the mountain was pitch black and I could not see half a figure at all...

This made me feel a bit like a prisoner on trial. After being shined by a few strong lights, my pores were clearly illuminated, but I couldn't see anyone. But don't get me wrong. This scene is often seen in movies and TV, but I haven't experienced it myself.

Eighty meters, seventy meters...

It is getting closer and closer to the enemy's position, but the enemy still did not shoot like last time. I know they have confidence in themselves. They have confidence in their marksmanship, their team, their terrain, and they have confidence in their attack within a range of 40 meters, so they chose this distance to kill the opponents in large quantities.

Sixty meters, fifty meters...

Because we are afraid of hurting our own people by chance, the mortars and machine gunners who assisted at the foot of the mountain had to stop the attack. In fact, we all know in our hearts that because we can't see the target, their assists will not play any role at all.

As soon as the sound of cannons and machine guns stopped, the crackling sound of the soldiers' feet stomping on mud turned into pieces. The rows of corpses and bright red blood in front reminded us that we had reached the distance of the enemy's shooting, only ten meters. This was like a line of death, like a gate of hell. As soon as we crossed the ten meters ahead, the enemy would shoot. When I thought of this, I couldn't help but hesitate, and even wondered whether to slip on purpose. But the soldiers seemed to rush faster and more fiercely, which made me feel ashamed, because they thought of killing the enemy, and I thought of saving my life...

"Bang..." Several more flares rose. I knew this was the enemy's preparation before shooting. These flares were like flares ordered by the British army to shoot...

Sure enough, the dense gunfire sounded quickly, and in an instant, the whistling of bullets was everywhere in my ears, and blood was splattering everywhere. It seemed like a light rain, and there was blood carried by machine gun bullets everywhere. There was also a stinging pain in my left arm, and at the same time, it seemed that someone had pulled it a few times. I knew that the bullets had penetrated my cotton coat. I instinctively wanted to raise the gun to fight back, but when I thought that the main task this time was to lurk, I fell into the mud.

In front of me, soldiers were constantly knocked to the ground, and I don’t know which ones are true and which are false, but the smell of blood and muffled groans were real. At this time, a round thing suddenly rolled around me. When I saw it was a grenade, I couldn’t help but complain in my heart, wanting to roll to the side but I didn’t dare to move. If the British army discovered that there was a “corpse” and it would move. After the soldiers retreated, they would come down with guns one by one to “check” one by one, and the lurking troops would be wiped out this time.

So I had to grit my teeth, and as the grenades were flying a few steps away, I thought to myself that it was almost over with a sound. At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly snatched up and stumbled on it. Then with a bang, the figure was blown up and flew more than a meter high into the sky, and then it fell heavily in front of me.

Only then did I realize that he was Chen Liang, his eyes were wide open, his face was filled with indescribable pain, his limbs were constantly twitching, and his stomach had already been blown to pieces...

The gunshots stopped and the cannons stopped. The soldiers retreated, and the battlefield returned to their original calm, with only a pile of corpses like hills, telling us how tragic the battle was just now.

Chen Liang was still twitching beside me, and his whole face was twisted and deformed due to pain. It is said that if the stomach was injured and not injured, it would take a long time to die. This is also the reason why "half-cutting" in ancient times became a torture. Chen Liang blocked all the shrapnel of the grenade, but he also suffered a huge pain for it. I really wanted to shoot him to end his pain, but I couldn't do it. I could only watch and moan in front of me, twitching, slower and weaker, and finally my whole body relaxed and I never moved again...

As time passed by minute by minute, I seemed to feel the existence of time, nor the coldness coming from under me. My mind was filled with the pain and struggles before Chen Liang died, and his twisted and deformed face. Although I had seen many comrades dying by my side before, I had never been as close and so real as I am now. I watched a comrade struggle to die in pain.

What does a person live in the world for the rest of his life? Fate and wealth? If he dies in such a painful way as Chen Liang, will all this still be meaningful to him? Anyway, it's just a death, why doesn't he choose a more refreshing way of death? Anyway, after he dies, whether we die or live, whether we win or lose, has nothing to do with him, right?

It took a long time before the sun slowly rose from the east. When the first ray of sunlight hit the high ground, with a loud charge, there was another shout of killing sound at the foot of the mountain. The machine guns and mortars roared at the same time, causing the soil and rocks to fly on the British positions.

The British army seemed to be a little surprised by the sudden attack by the volunteers, but they were indeed worthy of being the British Royal Ace Army and soon organized an orderly resistance. This time they did not dare to let the volunteers rush to a distance of 40 meters before firing. After all, during the day, the fire cover of the Volunteer heavy machine guns and mortars can still play a certain role.

However, even so, the British were still fearless. Because they had geographical advantages, they believed that with their marksmanship and qualities, they could easily block the attacks of the Volunteer soldiers. More importantly, they knew that as long as they persisted for a while, even if they only needed to block another charge from the Volunteer Army, their American allies would send air forces to support them, but what they could not imagine was that this charge of the Volunteer Army was not just like this...

"Ding tit tit tit tit..." When the second charge horn sounded, dozens of volunteer soldiers suddenly stood up from the pile of dead people in front of the British position. As soon as these soldiers stood up, they held the Bobosha submachine gun and swept the British army.

The British army was focusing all their attention on the volunteers rushing up at the foot of the mountain. They would never have thought that the volunteers would have this move. Even though they were well-trained, they were furious by this sudden attack.

The volunteers were holding submachine guns with drums, with a capacity of 71 rounds. This was almost impossible to change magazines after a battle. At this time, dozens of volunteer soldiers were holding such submachine guns to continuously fire at the British army at close range. The bullets poured into the British positions in batches like crazy, which immediately made the British soldiers unable to raise their heads. Some soldiers even pulled out grenades and threw them into the British positions one by one. With a sound, several British soldiers were bombed into the sky.

I lay quietly on the ground, holding the sniper rifle in my hand and looking coldly at the British position. I was wearing a sniper rifle instead of a submachine gun, so my mission was to kill all the British troops that emerged.

At this time, five grenades suddenly dropped from the British camp. I didn't think about it and fired several shots at the five black spots. Three grenades were knocked away by me, but two grenades exploded among the soldiers, and four or five soldiers were blown away far away.

Third out of the five, I couldn't help but frown and realized that my condition was not very good.

This may be related to Chen Liang who was dying beside him. His eyes were wide open and he looked in my direction, which always made me feel that he was staring at me all the time.

The British army also took advantage of the remnant power of the grenade explosion and raised their guns to shoot. Their shooting skills were accurate. In just one round of gunfire, they watched the soldiers fall down one after another.

But they did not get any benefits. During this day, and only a distance of more than 40 meters, I could clearly see their straw hat-shaped helmets. With a few bangs, the three British soldiers tilted their heads and fell under my gun.

I rolled a few times and changed my position. I took advantage of this time to reload a magazine, then quickly emerged and put the gun on the body of a soldier. Then I pulled the trigger a few times. Three more British soldiers were killed and one British soldiers were knocked away...

The British army may have felt the existence of me, a sniper, and soon shrank their heads back.

"Grenade!" I shouted at the soldiers.

I know that these British troops would never give up their positions so easily. After they retracted their heads, they would probably throw out grenades. There seemed to be no good way to deal with grenades, so they could only throw them against them.

When I called this, the soldiers quickly became interested. They all pulled out grenades and pulled the strings and threw them into the British trenches. Almost at the same time, the British also threw a row of grenades, but they had two very unfortunate hands that were too long and were knocked out by me before they could even throw them out.

"Boom..." Not long after, the explosion of grenades in the front and back ended, and the surroundings were like they were bombarded with gravel shrapnel flying around. Although many volunteer soldiers were blown to the ground, it can be imagined that the British army could not take any advantage, because in the relatively closed space in the trenches, the shock waves spread farther. Once the grenades were thrown into the trenches, the shrapnel would more or less bring some flesh and blood. Most of the British grenades would roll behind the soldiers because they were thrown too far or because of delayed explosion.

"Comrades! Go!" I shouted and rushed up with a sniper rifle. At this time, the British army was blown by the grenades and had not yet come to their senses. If not, then the soldiers also shouted and rushed up.

But unexpectedly, a shout came from the British camp. More than 20 British soldiers jumped out of the trenches and shot in a salvo, and rushed towards us with their bayonets installed.

The two armies were facing each other at a distance of 40 meters, but in the blink of an eye, the British army ran to us and waved the bayonet and stabbed it! Only then did the soldiers realize that they were at a disadvantage. The soldiers were holding submachine guns, some even holding grenades, and most of them had arrived before they were ready.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse. Our Volunteer Army is a common tactic for dealing with Americans. Unexpectedly, they learned it thoroughly, but instead used it to deal with us. However, when it comes to fighting courage and fighting spirit, our Volunteer Army has never been afraid of anyone!

A British army raised his bayonet and stabbed the volunteer soldiers. He almost saw victory because he was on a high place and the volunteer soldiers were on a low place. No matter how the volunteer soldiers blocked the grid, they would be knocked down the mountain by the force on his bayonet. But what he could not have imagined was that the soldier ignored his life and death, and even raised his chest to greet the shiny bayonet. At this moment, the volunteer soldiers raised the submachine gun in their hands and pointed it at the enemy.

"Dadada..." Just as the British bayonet pierced into the volunteer army's chest, the submachine guns in the hands of the volunteer army soldiers also rang out, and the two rolled down the mountain at the same time.

Another British opponent was a volunteer soldier holding a grenade. He easily stabbed the bayonet into the soldier's chest. When he was about to turn around to find another target, he found that his feet had been hugged. He waved the bayonet and stabbed the soldier, two and three... The hands were still holding his feet tightly and not relaxed. Then he suddenly found that the grenade in the soldier's hand was emitting white smoke...

Swish, I felt a burning pain on my face. Before I could react, a British army could not stop and collided with me. If it weren't for his slipping just now, the knife wouldn't have marked my face, but stabbed straight into my head.

I rolled a few times with this British army and was blocked by a protruding stone, but unfortunately he was above and I was below. To be honest, I don’t like this position very much. Don’t get me wrong. The reason why I don’t like this position is because my head is leaning against the ground, and he can easily pinch my neck, but my hand that pinched his neck cannot use force.

A powerful force on my neck made me open my mouth and stick out my tongue. A dizzy made me have no time to think about whether my appearance was ugly at this time. I could only stretch out my hand and push his neck in hopes of pushing him away, but that was just in vain. The British army just sneered, revealing the two gold teeth in his mouth and said, "go to hell! (Go to hell!)"

I freed my right hand to touch the waist, hoping to touch the military spear or a pistol, but the military spear was pressed by myself, and the pistol holster was pressed by the Japanese. I couldn't pull out after pulling it out after pulling it out. Finally, something was pulled out, and I didn't care about it and hit the guy's face. Two gold teeth were smashed down a few times. I only felt the force on my neck light, and I turned over and sat on him, holding the thing in my hand and looking at the guy's head, then I went harder, and the guy finally stopped moving.

When I saw what I was holding again, it turned out to be a wooden grenade and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that the wooden grenade had this benefit. Now if the American melon-shaped grenade was grabbed in his hand, it seemed that he could only open up the insurance and die together.

"Kill!" At this time, the large volunteer army finally arrived. In an instant, there were volunteer soldiers everywhere in front of and behind them. The British troops who rushed down to fight with the soldiers were soon flooded by the crowd. I coughed a few times, touched my neck, which was pinched, found my sniper rifle nearby, and ran to the top of the mountain with the charging soldiers.

What surprised me was that there were not many British troops and corpses in the trenches on the top of the mountain, which made me realize that they had retreated. The dozens of British troops' counterattacks just now were just buying time for the retreat of their main force, so I grabbed my gun and ran to the north.

Following the trench dug by the British army, he ran to the north, and looked down. Sure enough, more than fifty British soldiers had already run six hundred meters away under the cover of artillery fire.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of secret hatred. I raised my rifle and shot them randomly. In the blink of an eye, I knocked down five or six. But when I reinstalled a magazine and wanted to fight again, I suddenly found that there were more than twenty wounded soldiers lying in rows at the corner of the trench, and two people who looked like military doctors, all of them stared at me in amazement.

They were all lying quietly in the trenches without any panic. A military doctor was even calmly injecting something on the wounded soldiers, so I didn't notice them. What surprised me even more was that they had guns on their hands, but they didn't mean to shoot me, and they seemed to have no hostility towards me at all.

"You are great!" A military doctor even praised me like this, as if the one I killed just now was not their comrades-in-arms.

"What happened?" I couldn't help but walk forward with a gun in confusion and asked in English: "Why don't you shoot me? We are enemies, aren't we?"

"You know how to speak English?" The group of wounded soldiers and the two military doctors were shocked and happy when they heard me speak English. One of the military doctors replied: "These wounded soldiers have lost their combat capabilities. They were ordered to surrender to your army, so we are no longer enemies, and of course we will not shoot you!"

So that's the case. When I heard this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. This is too different from our volunteer army's habit of rather than surrendering.

"What about you?" Then I asked the two military doctors in confusion and said, "Don't you still have combat capabilities?"

"We volunteered to stay and take care of the wounded!" The two military doctors Zhengrong replied: "I hope your army can arrange us with these wounded people!"
Chapter completed!