Chapter 27: Battle of the Highlands (I)

When the US tanks and the vanguard of infantry passed, the fragile convoy completely exposed the flanks to us. Company Commander Zhang only shouted and fired at the enemy with a light and heavy weaponry of the entire company.

In an instant, gunfire sounded loudly, and the two cars driving in the front were sieved in the blink of an eye. The American soldiers inside were either killed or injured before they could jump out of the car. With a scream, the whole car was stained red by the blood of the US military. However, they were also cleverly lying under the car and dodged the first round of bullets, but before they could react, the car exploded with a loud noise.

The fuel tank of the car was hit, and the burning car sprayed out black and red smoke and soared into the air. Soon the entire high ground was shrouded in the smell of choking gasoline and smoke. Several US soldiers were covered in fire monsters and rolled out, wailing hysterically while rolling wildly, and in a short while they could no longer move.

"incoming!(U.S. military spoken: take on the enemy.)"

“go,go,go!”

The US military was also moving quickly. As soon as the convoy stopped, the soldiers jumped out of the car one after another under the command of the officers, and each looked for cover to raise guns to fight back.

The sound of gunfire was completely different as soon as the US military opened fire, including rifles, machine guns, submachine guns, mortars, recoilless cannons... In an instant, bullets and shells poured onto the hills like raindrops. If the Volunteer Army fired guns just now, then the bullets and shells of the US military in front of us can be described as piles.

Mom, I cursed in my heart. I was only able to shoot a shot and my head was pressed into the trenches by their bullets. I couldn't lift my head. I heard bullets whizzing through my ears, and the shells kept exploding in front of me and behind me, making the gravel shrapnel fly... No wonder some people said that the firepower of a battalion of the US military exceeded that of a division of the Volunteer Army. It seems that this is true now.

At this time, the enemy's vanguard also retreated, and the infantry fought and retreated in a mess. From time to time, there were several wounded people carrying the wounded. Only four of the tanks came back. I think that in just a short while, two of them were bombarded by other volunteers.

This also made me realize that our company was at the forefront of blocking US deserters.

The tanks pushed away the car that was on fire, and then lined up on the road and hit our positions. The machine guns on the tank also joined the strafing Xinglie, which only hit the gravel in front of the trenches and the ice cubes jumped around.

Damn! How is this a war? It’s just a comparison of bullets! I’m afraid that after this battle, this small hill can directly become a mine to mine iron ore.

This was the first time our company fought with the Americans. Without any mental preparation, we suddenly suffered a storm-like blow. We immediately felt unbearable and were all pressed into the trenches and could not be exposed. Several unconvinced comrades wanted to pitch grenades, but as soon as they stood up, they were hit by several bullets and fell into a pool of blood.

The company's trenches are divided into three, each with a distance of more than 20 meters. The purpose of this is to do so, first, to have more lines of defense so that the enemy will not easily break through. Second, because the mountain is too small, if there is only one line of defense, the soldiers of a company will be crowded together and will easily be killed by the enemy's artillery fire.

But even if the line of defense I am on is the front, it is more than 60 meters away from the highway, if you want to throw a grenade, you must also stand up.

Fortunately, the volunteers had built relatively strong trenches and were condescending, so as long as they didn't stick out their heads, the enemy's guns and bullets would be helpless.

"I'm just waiting to see how long you can shoot!" I made up my mind to not stick out my head. No matter how many bullets you have, there will be a time to shoot.

In fact, I think other volunteer soldiers think the same way, because few people stretch out their heads to fight against the Americans next. Volunteer soldiers are brave and not afraid of death, but it does not mean that the soldiers will make unnecessary sacrifices. Fighting is to save themselves and eliminate the enemy as much as possible.

I thought this sentence was really reasonable. I secretly made up my mind that if I could survive this battle, I must engrave "Only save yourself" on one side of the butt and "can the enemy be eliminated" on the other side. Of course, the side of the preservation must be more obvious... So, in order to fully implement the spirit of this sentence, I should go to the air raid shelter first!

Thinking of not caring about what my comrades thought, I turned around and climbed into the air raid shelter. The facts proved that I was also very foresighted, but in a moment, the whistling of enemy planes came from the sky, and then the enemy's heavy artillery also sounded. In a moment, various explosions echoed on the small hill, and the earth was shaking and shaking...

Thinking of the last time I almost got deafed by the heavy artillery of the US military, I quickly pulled some cotton wool from the lining of the cotton coat and stuffed my ears.

Huh! The whole world is quiet... Except for the earth and rocks that fall from time to time on the top of the air-raid shelter, it seems that everything else is gradually leaving me.

I haven't had a good night's sleep for several days or nights. When I calmed down, I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I just wanted to close my eyes and rest for a while, but I fell asleep unconsciously. In a daze, I felt my breathing tighten, and suddenly I was hit by something. When I woke up, I saw a big stone in front of me. I thought it fell down and woke me up.

When I looked at the entrance of the hole, I couldn't help but be shocked. A fully armed US military body was blocking my air-raid shelter. No wonder I felt nervous just now. I felt that this reactionary was still planning to take one away when he died, and wanted to suffocate me to death!

Oh no, I... how long have I been sleeping? It took me a long time to realize that why did the US military come to our position?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly took off the cotton wool from my ears, grabbed the m1 rifle and kicked the US military body blocking the hole and walked out.

The sound of gunfire was still there, but as soon as I walked out of the cave, I couldn't open my eyes because of the light outside. I hurriedly lay down on the spot and said in my heart that I was wrong. Now if there were enemies outside, I would be dead.

I held back the sting and opened my eyes. The scene I saw was shocked. There were corpses everywhere inside and outside the trenches, not a single living person, there were American troops, volunteer troops, and some burnt, and I couldn't recognize which side it was. The corpses of the enemy and us overlapped each other, and it must have been a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

I slowly poked my head out and saw that the Americans' tanks at the foot of the mountain were still there, the American soldiers were there, and the cannons were there... but our comrades?
Chapter completed!