Chapter 38: Battle of the Highlands (12)

"kill!"

"Avenge the company commander!"

...

When the US military rushed up again, there were only more than twenty people left in the company, but none of them retreated, and none of them were afraid. More than twenty people in the company rushed towards the US military approaching the position with bayonets. The machine gun had long been thrown aside because there were no bullets.

This time the volunteers learned their lessons and waited until the US military rushed to the position before taking action. This way, they could fight with the US military as quickly as possible, so that the US military with sufficient ammunition would have the opportunity to shoot us from a long-range basis.

I almost rushed down with tears in my eyes. This time I quickly learned the charge of my comrades. In fact, it was very simple. No matter how fast the speed is getting faster and faster, no matter how inertia, no matter how life and death... I completely let go and pounce down, and I will naturally do it.

There was only a whirring sound of wind in my ears, a bayonet in my hand, and there was only a panicked US military in front of me. As soon as he pointed the gun at me, he heard a "punch" sound... The bayonet had penetrated deeply into his chest, and a slight vibration came from the blade. I realized that it was the sound of the US military's ribs in front of me.

He fell heavily to the ground like a weightless sandbag, twitching and spitting blood, and then he was no longer angry.

I rushed out and pulled out a bayonet and smashed it on the face of another US soldier who was robbed. Before I could react, the US soldier turned over and fell to the ground, sprinkling spots of blood and a few teeth beside him.

"Bang bang..." As the gunshots were heard, I felt a chill on my head, and my hat was blown away. I turned around and saw that a US military was shooting at me with an M1 rifle not far away. The black muzzle was facing me, and I was about to shoot bullets again, but suddenly a volunteer's bayonet stabbed into his neck, and the sharp tip of the knife was exposed from the other side of his neck, and then it was quickly pulled back.

Blood gushed, the rifle slid from his hands, and then he collapsed to the ground like an airbag that had been drained from the air.

I'm not afraid, I don't have time to be afraid.

Two bayonets in front of me stabbed me from left and right. Instead of retreating, I pushed forward and threw away the rifle in my hand and took two steps forward. I didn't expect that I would advance, but instead made the two US bayonets lose their correctness and barely avoided me. However, a stinging pain came from my right waist. The bayonet took away a piece of my flesh. Fortunately, the cold wind sucked the broken cotton coat, reducing some of my pain.

The two US soldiers were not slow either. As soon as they saw that I had come to them, the bayonet had lost its function and reached out to pull out the pistol at their waists.

But they made a mistake, at this time the fastest one was not the gun, but the hand.

As soon as they pulled out their pistols, I reached out and grabbed their necks, and then they collided with each other with all their strength. The two m1 helmets collided hard together and made a "empty" sound. Of course, my hand was not so strong that I could kill them in one go. I easily snatched their pistols, and then with the two gunshots, they fell to the ground and could never get up again.

"Bang bang bang..." I didn't know that I would still shoot left and right, and two m1911 pistols kept jumping in my hands. I knew very clearly that if I stood there and killed several US troops in front, it would undoubtedly free up a buffer for the US troops behind and give them time to raise the weapons in their hands to aim at us. So I rushed down all the way, in order not to break away from contact with the US troops.

One after another, the US military fell down beside me screaming. The blood dyed the pistol red, my hands red, my cotton jacket...

I have no thoughts and no mercy. I only know to keep aiming the pistol at the enemy in front and then pull the trigger. m1911 is indeed a 45-caliber pistol. Although the range is not far, it is amazingly powerful in melee combat. It almost makes the opponent lose combat ability if it hits.

The volunteer soldiers behind me also followed closely, thrusting their bloody bayonets, shouting loudly, piercing the enemies in front of me one by one.

The US military retreated again like a tide, and the m1911 in my hand also made a giggle and a blast of a striker, but the volunteers did not retreat at this time. I couldn't help but remember the company commander who had just died. It was time for him to give orders.

The soldiers seemed to have their eyes red, and they all chased the US military like crazy. They stabbed the bayonets and smashed them with the butt stock, pinched them with their hands and bite them with their teeth...

"Retreat! Retreat!"

I shouted loudly, but no one seemed to hear it. Several volunteers who rushed quickly had even rushed to the highway with the US deserters.

I grabbed a stone and looked at the head of the American soldier pinching under Hu Zi's body and suddenly ordered him: "Retreat and return to the position!"

After saying that, Zhao Yongxin, who was injured, ran back, but when he looked back, he couldn't help but gasp. We rushed down for fifty or sixty meters. We were afraid we would not be anxious to return to the position now.

Although these 50 or 60 meters are not long, they are not as fast as they go up the mountain. I am afraid that before we reach the position, we will be knocked down on the road by the American machine guns.

I was thinking about whether to turn around and kill him as a cushion when several machine guns suddenly rang beside me. I saw Liu Mingquan holding a captured Czech light machine gun in his hand and firing at the enemy's fire point.

"Platform Commander Cui!" Liu Mingquan stopped and turned his head, with blood flowing on his dirty face, and shouted to us loudly: "You guys retreat quickly, I'll cover it!"

After saying that, he ignored us and just aimed at the firepower point of the US military.

I gritted my teeth and said "retreat!" with Hu Zi, dragging the wounded Zhao Yongxin, led the remaining more than ten volunteer soldiers to retreat and ran to the mountain.

Before we could reach the position, the American machine guns rang out, and bullets "float..." beside us, and small flowers were splashing. Warriors fell down from time to time, but we did not dare to stay in a slight way, and ran towards the mountain with all our strength...

Finally, I rolled over and rolled into a crater, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Turning my head and pointing out the number of people, there were only seven people who came back alive. But what made me very pleased was that except for Zhao Yongxin's injuries, Hu Zi, the old squad leader, Jin Qiulian, and Xiaoshandong were all there.

But Liu Mingquan...
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