Chapter 33: 299 Battle of the Highlands (Seventh)

The so-called birth of worry and death in peace! Although the US military trained from the greenhouse has modern equipment, a complete set of scientific combat theories, and even though they have received the most scientific training,... they still lack the spirit of real soldiers who dare to fight, fight, and die!

The volunteers chased the US troops behind, using rifles, bayonets... easily knocked down the US troops behind one by one. Some of the US troops who knew they could not escape simply knelt on the ground and raised their hands.

The volunteers rushed to the foot of the mountain and wanted to continue chasing, but suddenly a team of 200 American troops ran out of the end of the road and set off to pick them up. Then the volunteers stopped and took more than 30 American prisoners back to their positions.

During the day, if you fight with the US military head-on on a road without any danger, it is not a wise choice.

Seeing that I repelled the enemy's attack, I put away my rifle and hid in the air raid shelter. After fighting several battles with the Americans, I basically knew their combat habits. As long as the US troops retreated, the shells would come up soon.

Sure enough, not long after, another bombardment was rumbling. Since I came to this world, I have heard of this bombing sound one day. I got used to it as I exploded, and it doesn’t matter now. It just happened a little noisy and shaking on the ground. I just thought someone was playing drums next to me!

I installed a new magazine for the rifle in the air raid and fiddled with it bored.

At this moment, a sudden hot air came from outside the cave. This was so unusual in the snowy North Korea, and it also brought an unpleasant smell of gasoline.

Napalm bomb, I quickly understood what was going on in a daze. I was so familiar with the smell. It was this gasoline bomb that caused our company to lose more than half of it in a flash in the last battle of the nameless highlands.

I quickly took off my cotton coat and blocked the hole as tightly as possible. Fortunately, the air-raid shelter opening is small, so it is not difficult to do this.

However, I remembered that last time I had snow blocks in my cotton coat, this time...

Before I could prepare myself, I felt a heat from my hands pulling my cotton jacket. I screamed in my heart, endured the pain for a while, and I held on for a while until I saw the fire burning through the cotton jacket, so I had no choice but to throw the cotton jacket out.

The raging fire burned outside the cave, making me feel hot all over. At this moment, I felt difficulty breathing, my nose and mouth were filled with the smell of choking gasoline.

I dare not rush out because of my experience last time, so I clearly know the effectiveness of this napalm bomb. It is a viscous chemical mixture. Once a person sticks to it, it will burn on you for a long time, even if there is only a little bit. And it cannot be beaten, because the more you beat it, the larger the area it burns. At the same time, it is also toxic. The toxic substances will flow rapidly throughout the body through the blood vessels in the burn area. Even if there is only a little bit of burn on the hand, it will be enough to make people unconscious or even die.

So I could only hold the soil out frantically. There was only one way to extinguish this fire, which was to use soil to cover it so that it could not burn because it had no oxygen. Fortunately, after several enemy bombings, there were many broken soils falling from the top of the hole in the air raid shelter, but these soils were far from enough. They were all piled up, which only made the fire in front of the hole smaller.

The gas vapor made my tears fall. I kept closing my eyes, but forced myself to open my eyes, hysterically dismantling the wooden stick next to the air-raid shelter, and then it chisels the top of the hole.

Large pieces of soil fell down. At this time, I no longer care whether I would be crushed to death by these falling soil or rocks. What I care is that I can't be suffocated to death and smothered to death like this...

Finally, after ten fingers were bleeding and even a piece of my nails fell off, the fire at the entrance of the cave was finally wiped out by me, and a space that could accommodate appeared in front of me. With my only little consciousness, I climbed out of the air raid shelter. Although the air outside the cave was mixed with a lot of gas smell, it could be called life-saving nectar compared to the air inside the cave.

The fire was still burning around, and the temperature was amazingly high. I could even feel my eyebrows and hair curling because of overheating. But I didn't care about this at all. I only knew that I opened my mouth and breathed greedily. I heard a sound like a bellows coming from my throat, feeling my heart beat violently and my lungs zoomed greatly...

After a while, I regained my consciousness and slowly stood up with trembling feet. Only then did I realize that this small mountain turned into a flaming mountain in just this moment. The mountains were burning, the soil was burning, the stone was burning, and the corpses were burning. The snow had long disappeared. There were fiery red pieces everywhere, and even the stones were emitting a faint red color. From time to time, a few soldiers would howl out of the air-raid shelter, and then struggle to die in pain.

I regret it, I regret why I just pity those Americans. When they were ignited by gasoline cans, I would shoot them to relieve their pain. Now... is this their reward for us? Maybe they are still avenging the revenge just now!

Yes, I just burned four tanks and dozens of people, so this time I took revenge with incendiary bullets, or they were eager to escape, so I wanted to use this quick battle method to remove our nail as soon as possible.

I sat down on the still hot land, and used my trembling hands to pull out a pack of cigarette from my pocket and pulled out one. This was usually a very simple action, but it seemed so difficult at this time. The cigarette slipped out of my hand several times, so that when I lit it and put it in my mouth, the cigarette was already covered with blood from my fingers.

But I didn't care about this. Although I was smoking my own blood, my throat was so painful that it was smoked, my mouth was already thirsty, and even though it made me cough one after another, I still sucked greedily... I needed something to numb myself, I needed something to make myself less afraid, I needed something to calm myself...

Napalm bombs are far more terrifying than the enemy's muzzle, and far more vicious than poisonous gas bombs. If they are touched by gas bombs, then no matter who they are, they will hope that someone will shoot them or give them some poison to get rid of them as soon as possible!

"The devils are coming!" I don't know who shouted, letting me know that the US military launched a new offensive.

I held my breath and crawled back to the air-raid shelter and dug out a rifle from the pile of soil. Only then did I remember that the rest of my bullets had just been burned in my cotton coat.
Chapter completed!