Chapter 100 The Hero's Blood

The enemy's bombing lasted for an hour and a half until the next day when it was dark at 5 a.m., when the sky was dark, the sound of cannons gradually faded.

"Plane, follow me!" Realizing that the enemy's artillery was extending back, I waved my hand back and rushed out of the tunnel with only one platoon of troops as planned.

The dust and smoke on the position were rolling, and what was revealed in front of us was a mess. The traffic trench that was more than one person was just now, but now it could not even cover its knees. All the fortifications on the surface of the position were blown up by artillery fire, leaving only the craters that overlapped together in large and small. The air was filled with the smell of incendiary bombs and the smell of gunpowders. The sun could only see a dark yellow outline in the thick smoke. The whole world was like a dark hell.

But I know that this is just the beginning.

"Enter the position!" With my order, the soldiers followed me and ran towards the top of the mountain.

It is said that it is deep and shallow, because the soil on the position has just been turned over by shells, and even the stone has turned into powder. The entire high ground is as soft as a large piece of freshly baked cake. When I step on it, I feel like I am stepping on cotton and my whole foot is stuck inside.

When I ran to the top of the mountain, I saw that the soldiers laid barbed wire, trenches, and firepower points made of stones had long disappeared. Without thinking, I jumped into a crater and set up rifles on the edge of the crater. The soldiers also found their positions to prepare for battle.

When I slowly poked my head out of the crater, I couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of me. The enemy's helmets were swaying everywhere at the foot of the mountain, like rolling waves. Behind them, more than 30 tanks lined up in front of the highway, with black gun barrels lifted high, and turned from time to time to shoot a shot at the suspicious target. The machine gunners on them were holding machine guns in their hands and waiting for battle. More than a dozen planes swept over their heads and rushed towards our positions...

Looking at the enemy's lineup, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The enemy in front of me was covered with two battalions of troops, but now we only have one platoon of fifty people in the formation. With such a comparison of troops, no matter who sees it, they will put the chips of victory on the US side, not to mention that the enemy also has the support of planes, cannons, and tanks.

This huge gap made me feel relieved. I couldn't help but want to transfer more people to come up. There are so many enemies, it is very likely that we will occupy all our positions in one round. To transfer more people to come up, at least we can also be brave enough for ourselves!

But after thinking about it, he finally held back. He transferred the soldiers up. Once the people on the top of the mountain were crowded, it was the time when the enemy planes and cannons came into play.

"Dadada..." The enemy plane's machine gun fired, and a series of bullets hit me, raising a piece of mud. Then two bombs were dropped arrogantly. With two "booms", the soil on the position that was originally blown up to a crisp and soft, and this time, when it was blown up like this, I was even more happy and ran around.

I didn't even hold my neck because I knew the plane was blowing aimlessly. It was difficult to see a few people on the ground on a high-speed plane, not to mention the thick smoke and fog on the position made us almost unable to see the sun in the sky, let alone the pilots on the plane.

I can experience the nervous and excited mood of the US pilot. I haven't started a war for several months, right? Since China and the United States sat at the negotiating table, US fighter jets have rarely been dispatched. When they are dispatched, they only bombard some targets such as trains and cars, which are not challenging at all. Now they are finally on the battlefield again, and they are still fighting live targets, soldiers, and with such a strong lineup, this battle can almost be said to be a sure win... So when I was excited, I came to shoot without seeing the target...

The two high grounds of Shangganling are very steep and cliffs are everywhere. In the words of the US military that have attacked these two high grounds, even if there is no enemy defense on these two high grounds, it will be difficult to climb up with bare hands. This makes the US military move upwards very slowly. Some enemies even carry the rifles in their hands and feet behind them and climb up with both hands and feet.

What surprised me was that the US military did not attack us in a scattered formation this time as usual. But when I thought about it, I quickly understood that the reason why they used intensive formation attacks was that they thought it was a suspenseless battle in their hearts. More importantly, if they attacked us in a scattered formation on such a steep terrain, they could almost be said to climb up one by one to practice gun technique for us...

Seventy meters!

The enemy was pressing up like a flock of sheep. Their machine gunners were as arrogant as a bull that was invincible in the bullfighting ring. They stood up straight and walked upwards while holding guns to shoot at our positions. However, I think this is also determined by the terrain under their feet and the dense formation of the US military. On such steep terrain, it is difficult for the machine gunners to find a suitable place to let them lie down and shoot, and their perspective is not blocked by their comrades in front of them.

Sixty meters!

I looked at the soldiers lying beside me. Some of them placed rows of grenades with the safety covers unbuttoned in front of them, while others installed bayonets for their rifles. They installed bayonets to rush up and fight with them. They prepared for the human position from the beginning.

Fifty meters!

The enemy rushed towards us like a tide in the smoke, and the steel helmets on their heads were shining under our feet. At this time, I thought that as long as I picked up a stone, I could hit several of them. But I still did not give a shooting order, because on the terrain of Shangganling, the US military still had no way to throw grenades at us at this distance. Their oval grenades would likely roll back and hurt themselves.

I want them to pay a more painful price for this underestimation of the enemy attack.

It's getting closer, getting closer.

The more they moved forward, the more cautious the US military was, and the slower the speed was. They held up all kinds of weapons in their hands, pointed carefully at our positions, and covered each other to advance. However, because the terrain was too steep and their team was too dense, which made them look a little busy.

Suddenly, one of their officers raised his hand and waved forward. The US army quickly accelerated and rushed towards our position. They were launching their final charge towards our army.

"Try!" Almost at the same time, I shouted and pulled the trigger, and the US military officer fell on a US military behind him as soon as he leaned over.

In an instant, the entire position seemed to explode. The soldiers threw the grenades that had been prepared toward the enemy's position in rows. The light and heavy machine guns and submachine guns in their hands made their weapons sound, and the dense enemies in front of them fell down in pieces like harvested rice.

Although the weapons in the hands of the volunteers were not as good as those of the US military, the bullet density was still very high when the Soviet-style weapons bought from the Soviet Union fought. When the trigger of the machine gun and the submachine gun were pulled, the bullet hit the enemy like raindrops, which made the enemy cry and howl and flesh fly everywhere. The effect of the grenade was even more unspeakable. A few grenades were thrown down, and a large number of US troops flew into the sky in different postures. Some of the US troops were even affected by the shock waves of the grenades. They rolled to the foot of the mountain without standing firmly. I thought it would be half a life.

We fired the weapons in our hands, and exposed our position. The dozens of tanks that the enemy under the foot of the mountain turned their guns towards us in an instant. There was a burst of noise, and the earth and rocks in front of the position flew around. The machine gunners on the tank shot us in pieces of bullets, and dense bullets and shrapnel roared above our heads and flew everywhere, which made the soldiers almost unable to raise their heads.

Fortunately, we were all condescending. Due to the shooting angle issue, the enemy's bullets and shells shot from the foot of the mountain either flew over our heads or hit the earth and rocks in front of us. Sometimes the shells were a little off, and the explosion of earth and rocks flew backwards and smashed the US troops attacking us on the inclined surface, which made the US tanks no longer dare to fire randomly.

"Bang bang bang..." I knocked off the bullets in the gun chamber in one breath, and then loaded a magazine at the fastest speed.

I didn't know how many enemies I had knocked out. At this time, I had no intention of counting. I only knew to shoot one bullet after another from the barrel of the gun as fast as possible, and to knock out all opponents that might be threatening to our soldiers.

"Bang!"

An enemy machine gunner who had just poked his head out of the rock was knocked to the ground by me. I didn't see clearly what he looked like until the last moment, but one thing was certain, he was very smart. Because he knew to set up a machine gun on the rock first, then waited behind the rock for a while, and then suddenly his head appeared after he was sure that there was no firepower to hit him.

He chose a good position, so that if he succeeded in firing the machine gun, he would likely successfully suppress part of our army's firepower and let his comrades take advantage of the opportunity to rush up. But what he didn't expect was that there was a bullet waiting for him outside the rock. Whether it was a smart head or a stupid head, it could not stop the intimate contact of the bullet without exception.

"Bang!" Another gunshot.

It was a flamethrower. There was no doubt that the flamethrower could play a great role in this situation where the geographical advantages were so different. Because once he was brought closer to our position, as long as he pulled the trigger, the fire dragon sprayed out of his hand could suppress us for more than ten seconds.

On the battlefield, more than ten seconds can change the entire battle situation. But he didn't have this opportunity because the gun I had already targeted him.

In fact, when he was crawling up in the crowd, I noticed him. He also knew that the two oil barrels on his back were very conspicuous, and that it would attract the "priority" of enemy bullets, so he ingeniously wrapped the two oil barrels behind him in an American coat. It should be said that his disguise was very effective, because in the large area of ​​the US military in front of him, no one would pay attention to what he was carrying when he was in this intense melee. I almost got deceived by him, but unfortunately, I used this thing and burned more than a dozen US military in one breath. Perhaps because of this, I was particularly sensitive to the flamethrower he was holding.

But I didn't shoot the moment I found him, because I think he still has value.

So I kept paying half of my energy to pay attention to his presence until he charged at us with the dense crowd that I pulled the trigger.

The first shot I hit his calves. He snorted and fell to the ground, revealing the two oil barrels wrapped in a coat on his back.

He was undoubtedly a smart person, and soon realized what was going to happen. He raised his head and looked in my direction with his blue eyes full of fear. There was despair, fear, and more begging... But none of these could stop me from pulling the trigger, because I knew that on the battlefield, either you die or I die, mercy could only stand aside.

So, with a gunshot, a ball of flame suddenly burst out in front of the position, surrounding the US army that was about to charge towards us. In an instant, a burst of hissing screams penetrated the sound of gunfire and broke into my eardrums. More than a dozen firemen shouted and ran wildly in front of me. Some waved their hands and couldn't tell the direction, but they were still rushing towards our position, but they were quickly shot down by the soldiers, some rolled on the ground, and some even jumped to the foot of the mountain...

The US military camp was also chaotic by these dozens of fire people. In order not to be affected by the fire, the US soldiers avoided and retreated. After pushing each other, more than a dozen US soldiers fell down unsteadily. Seeing this scene, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers were even more happy. With the sound of bean-like gunshots, the US soldiers fell into a pool of blood, and in a short while in front of the position, a world of blood and fire became a world of blood and fire.

The US troops, who were so anxious and exhausted that they were covered in blood, had just retreated. Before we could take a breath, the new US troops in the military uniform rushed up again. They had no formation and stepped on the bodies of their own partners who covered the slope like locusts. At the same time, the enemy's planes also joined the battle group. Seven or eight planes made an annoying screams like flies above our heads, and from time to time they dived down to shoot a string of bullets or drop a few bombs.

Fortunately, the smoke was rolling on the battlefield, which made the planes have no target at all, and the number of soldiers on our positions was small, so there were no major casualties.

The US military also began to fight with wheels. Looking at the US military rushing up continuously, I couldn't help but feel shocked. The US military can attack us in batches because of its advantage in numbers, but it is difficult for us to do so. It's not because we have a small number of people. One of our platoons just now can block the enemy's attack, which means we can completely replace us with another platoon to rest.

But the problem is that the US military's attack is too tight. The previous wave has reached the hillside before it has retreated. This makes me dare not take this risk, because the enemy is likely to take down our position with a rush when we switched defenses.

Just as another wave of enemies rushed in front of me, with my order, the soldiers fired up all kinds of weapons in their hands again.

The battle reached a fierce level. A soldier threw away the broken cotton jacket on his body and grabbed two grenades and smashed them at the enemy. The "wall" built by the enemy was blown up in an instant, but there were too many American soldiers attacking. In just a blink of an eye, they blocked the gap and continued to snatch it desperately towards our position. The soldier reached out to grab it, but found that the grenades had been used up and did not come up in time. So he raised the rifle in his hand and "bang..." and fought randomly. However, the number of enemies was too large. The rifle in the soldier's hand was too slow to fire, which could not stop the enemy's rushing up. Seeing that the enemy was about to rush up from here, the soldier suddenly picked up the bayonet and rushed towards the enemy with all his strength...

"Dadada..." A mess of gunshots. When the warrior rushed towards the enemy, his body had already been smashed by the enemy's bullets, but he still rushed to the enemy with his last breath with the only remaining consciousness. The bayonet in his hand was horizontal, and the enemy's offensive also stopped because of the horizontal bayonet and the "corpse" full of bullet holes covered with bullet holes.

This time it only took a few seconds, and it was the few seconds that the soldier exchanged for his life and blood. In just a few seconds, a soldier with a submachine gun on our front line was replenished to his combat position in time, and once again blocked the gap that was about to break through.

The enemy planes roared down from the sky, and several rows of dense bullets swept across the board to make sand and rocks fly in front of the position. Several soldiers guarding the front line unfortunately fell into a pool of blood. The US military on the front cheered, holding submachine guns and sprinting onto our position while rushing.

One, two, three... More and more enemies broke through our defense line. Seeing that groups of enemies were about to tear open the hole from here and rushed into our position, the US military almost saw victory. But at this moment, among the pile of corpses, a blood man suddenly stood up. He held two blasting tubes with white smoke in his hand, and almost stumbled towards the US military that was surging upwards.

With a loud "boom", a large number of corpses flew out of the sky, and blood and limbs shot out around. Where there were originally a large area of ​​people, only corpses were left on the ground. The figure of the warrior disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!