Chapter 31: 299 Battle of the Highlands (V)

The sound of cannons stopped, and I immediately put on a camouflage hat and drilled out of the air raid shelter. I carefully put the gun on the trench and slowly stretched out half of my head to observe.

The volunteers were moving faster than me. When I saw them, they had already been lying in front of the trenches one by one and prepared. Grenades with the lids that were unbuttoned were lined up in front of the trenches, like American troops' death talismans.

In the sun, more than 300 fully armed American soldiers appeared in scattered formations at the corner of the road. They walked and stopped, carefully covering each other forward. The anti-aircraft machine guns on the tanks were also prepared to provide fire support to the infantry who were about to rush up the mountain at any time!

"beat!"

Perhaps because of the experience from last time, the enemy had just run to the foot of the mountain and Company Commander Zhang ordered the fire. He could wait until they got close to fight before fighting with the puppet army, but fighting with the Americans with advanced equipment seemed not suitable for this.

In an instant, the light and heavy weapons of the volunteers opened fire, but this time, I felt that the gunshots were too thin no matter how hard I heard them.

Maybe it was because I used the American submachine gun just now, or maybe I heard the sound of the US military shooting, so this time, in addition to the two machine guns that were still a little satisfying to make a loud noise, no matter how hard I heard it, I felt that the gunshots of the volunteer soldiers were all weak - the firing speed was too slow.

However, although the gunfire of the Volunteer Army was rare, I was proud of my accuracy. In the first round of gunfire, dozens of American soldiers fell down screaming. This reminded me of the nickname "Three Guns and Eighth Route Army". The so-called three guns means that the Eighth Route Army had few bullets so few that they could only shoot three guns. After three guns, they had to use bayonets to fight to the death. It was precisely because of so few bullets that the Eighth Route Army practiced gunfire skills and strived to eliminate an enemy with every bullet.

On the other hand, when the US military counterattacked, the gunshots were heard in batches. The machine guns on the tanks, the machine guns on the ground, the submachine guns in the hands of infantrymen, and the rifles... in just a moment, the gunshots of the volunteer soldiers were completely gone. Looking down from my hiding place, the position was hit by bullets, as if they were covered with a layer of gauze.

The enemy approached fifty meters, and I watched quietly, motionless, just like the loess without life beside me.

The US military was divided into two groups. One of them stopped, either lying or half kneeling to shoot up the mountain, and the other one took the opportunity to rush forward, completing the action of changing magazines. After rushing forward for a distance, he stopped tacitly and fired towards the volunteer positions. During this period, if anyone wanted to change magazines, he would always shout: "reloading! (U.S. military spoken: reloading)" reminded his comrades to continue firepower. Then the US military, which was originally responsible for the cover mission, turned to rush forward...

The volunteers fought back bravely. Although their marksmanship was accurate and accurate, the bolt-pull-type rifles in their hands were too slow to stop the US military's advancement. Moreover, the dense bullets of the US military also caused considerable casualties.

The enemy approached forty meters, and I stared at it tightly, my eyes unblinking, my eyes as cold as the cold snow on the ground.

The US military cooperated very well, not only between infantry, but also the tanks in the rear cooperated to suppress the firepower of the Volunteer Army. As long as there is a machine gun on the Volunteer Army's position, the machine guns and artillery fire will be fired wherever the machine guns on the tanks are fired.

However, in a short while, several machine gunners of the Volunteer Army were replaced, and one of them was even blown into a pile of scrap iron.

With a "beep...", a small trumpet sounded from the Volunteer Army's position. The soldiers threw out rows of grenades at the same time.

"grenade! (U.S. military spoken: there are grenades!)" Someone in the US military camp shouted, and the US military fell to the ground one after another.

A loud bang, the grenades burst into smoke in front of the position, but the smoke had not yet dissipated, and the US troops got up again, and only a few US troops were killed and injured by the bomb. But before they could be prepared, the volunteer soldiers dropped a new round of grenades, and then there was another gunshot, which made them lie on the ground and dared not get up.

"hold your position!cover fire,cover fire! (U.S. military spoken: keep in place, fire suppression)" With the shouts of an officer, the US military no longer advances, but stays in place and shoots frantically at the volunteer soldiers. When the volunteer soldiers drop bombs again, several soldiers fall in a pool of blood because their targets are too exposed.

"call the fuck ft! (Let the damn flamethrower come up. The full name of the flamethrower: flamethrower.ft is the abbreviation."

I came, and I couldn't help but feel excited when I heard this. It was time for me to take action.

As a US military shouted at the walkie-talkie, three flame raiders carrying two green gasoline tanks were running towards the battlefield under the protection of more than ten US troops. Each flame raider was protected by four or five American soldiers, some of whom were equipped with m1 rifles and others were equipped with m3 submachine guns.

The m1 rifle has a long range and is 700 meters, which can provide long-distance protection, but it is insufficient firepower. The m3 submachine gun has a range of 100 meters and can only provide close-range protection, but it has strong firepower and a rate of fire can reach 120 rounds per minute. In this way, the mixture of m1 and m3 is a very scientific combination, which can provide flamethrowers with a comprehensive fire protection.

They kept blocking the flamethrower's body and trotted towards the tank.

I gently turned the rifle in my hand and aimed the sight at the gasoline can behind a flamethrower walking in the middle. Even though there were several US troops covering it around it, I could still see a little area from this height. This is also the reason why I risked my life to run to the last line of defense. Here, there is a larger descent angle, and you can see the gasoline can be protected by the US military.

I took a deep breath and closed one of my eyes, my right fingers tightly pressed on the trigger. The military-green gasoline tank in the sight was rising and falling due to the US military's running, and my muzzle slowly moved with it... But I finally didn't shoot and let them all run behind the tank. Obviously they wanted to take a break behind the tank, and then rushed to the position of the volunteer soldiers in one breath.
Chapter completed!