Chapter 39: Battle of the Highlands (13)

"Dada...Dadada..." The machine guns continued intermittently. Liu Mingquan was still firing at the US firepower point. The American cannon suddenly hit, piles of stones and soil were lifted up, and dead bodies were thrown into the sky and smashed into pieces and fell down.

We didn't enter the air raid shelter because it was obvious that the fire was coming from Liu Mingquan's machine gun. The shells were blown around Liu Mingquan, making the position blood red and muddy. The mud was because the earth and rocks were mixed with blood. The corpse was blown up by the shells, and the soil on the entire hill was mixed with blood and meat.

After a while, the sound of cannons stopped. Through the smoke, we looked nervously at Liu Mingquan's lying position, but we could not see anything. Just as our hearts sank, the sound of machine guns came from below again.

"Bring the seed!" Hu Zi shouted fiercely.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and I could see a figure below kneeling among a pile of dead bodies, sweeping towards the US military with a machine gun. Behind him was a piece of fertile stuff, dragging it around and was quite inconvenient. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be one of his broken calfs. The blood-red broken part of the white bones could be seen clearly, and the light stinged all of us in the eyes.

"Damn it!" Hu Zi cursed and put down the rifle in his hand and was about to rush down, but was pressed tightly by the few of us.

"Platform leader!" Hu Zi struggled with tears in his eyes and shouted, "Let me bring him up!"

"Can't go!" My nose felt sore, and I gritted my teeth and said, "You're going to save your life in vain!"

"I want it for nothing, too..."

"Abide by the order!"

...

Everyone was silent. They all knew that no one could go down and bring Liu Mingquan back, although it was only a few dozen meters away.

A few sobs of golden autumn lotus came from beside me. Somehow, my throat became hard and I swallowed a few saliva but couldn't let the tears fall.

"Boom..." The Americans saw that the above were still shooting guns, and then there was another fire of artillery fire.

In the smoke, we saw Liu Mingquan picking his calf down with a bayonet and throwing it down the mountain, then picking up the machine gun and firing again.

"Wow..." Jin Qiulian couldn't help crying loudly anymore. I couldn't control myself. Tears fell like beads with broken threads. Even the old squad leader who had seen a lot of worldly things was secretly wiping his eyes.

The American cannons kept hitting, and soon the smoke covered the sky and shrapnel flew around. The machine guns kept intermittently, and finally came to a silence.

No one on the position spoke, some held guns and lowered their heads, some were still staring at Liu Mingquan's lying position, listening with their headphones, hoping that the sound of the machine gun could be heard...

But I know, we can no longer hear the cute gunfire.

Liu Mingquan's dirty face flashed through my mind, and he thought about him over and over again and asked me with admiration: "Party Leader Cui, why are you doing it? Platoon Leader Cui, let's talk about it, let's do it?"

"Comrades!" I knew it was time to say something, but after thinking for a long time, I didn't know what to say, because I felt that no matter how gorgeous the words were, it was not enough to describe the battlefield in front of me, and no matter how fearless the words were, they were not worthy of these heroes who died in battle.

After a long time, I sighed and said, "I won't say anything anymore. We are all from the Second Company. We fought with the American devils for our comrades who died in battle!"

"Yes, fight!"

The soldiers raised their heads and responded with their fists, and a light of death burst out from their blood-filled eyes.

After looking at the ragged rifles in the hands of the soldiers, I ordered: "Collect some stones, find a few strong rifles and bayonets. When the enemy comes up, they will first smash them with stones, and then fight with bayonets!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded and started to work hard.

It is difficult to find bullets on this mountain, but stones and rifles are not difficult to find. Soon the soldiers changed into new rifles and collected piles of stones waiting for the Americans to come up.

"Old squad leader." Xiao Shandong left a big stone and leaned against the side and asked casually: "You have a lot of knowledge. Do you think this person has a next life?"

"Yes, why aren't there?" The old squad leader installed a bayonet on the rifle he just found, took off the pipe in his mouth and said, "This person, you will suffer more in this life, and you will suffer less in the next life and enjoy more blessings!"

"Okay!" Xiaoshandong replied happily: "In the next life, I think of a good family, and I have white rice every day!"

"Stupid!" Hu Zi replied: "If you want me, I just want a wife and I will sleep with my arms every day!"

"I said to be a tiger..." Zhao Yongxin suppressed his pain and said with a grin: "Whoever becomes your wife in the next life, then he must have committed something in this life!"

"Ha ha……"

Everyone laughed as they heard this, only I looked at them quietly. I couldn't imagine that they would face the upcoming death so peacefully, because anyone knows that next time the US military attacks again, it would be a lot of danger to block the US military's attack by seven of us.

When I thought of this, I felt a sense of silence, but I didn't expect that they would not take it seriously at all.

"Divine! The American devils are coming..."

Maybe it was because the Americans knew that there were not a few people left, or after these bombardment, they had lost confidence in the preparation of artillery fire, and this time they did not attack as usual. But they did not give us much time to prepare for the attack again.

Take a closer look, good guy. Although there are only a hundred Americans attacking this time, they all use submachine guns. I think they suffered losses from the first two battles. Hundreds of people were fought with bayonets by dozens of volunteers. I think this time I am not going to fight bayonets with the volunteers and will not be in contact with the war.

"Look at the American devils like that..." The old squad leader smiled on his wrinkled face: "It's really because I'm afraid of us. There are only seven of us. Is it so difficult to do it?"

"This American devil is really not a good deal!" Hu Zi spat disdainfully: "According to me, this American is like a rotten egg. It looks very hard on the outside. As long as you poke it so lightly, it will be empty inside!"

Hu Zi's words attracted laughter from everyone again, and I was also a little surprised. Hu Zi's simple words vividly expressed the characteristics of the US military - although the equipment is advanced, the will to combat is not strong.

But this time, I looked at the seven people around me who were not afraid of anything. This time, there were too few people in our country.

Just die. Thinking of the company commander and Liu Mingquan who had just died, I gritted my teeth and ordered: "Be prepared for battle!"

Company Commander Zhang died, Liu Mingquan died, and Zhao Yongxin was injured, so the command was naturally on me. Before, I was a platoon leader and had dozens of soldiers. Although there were only seven people now, I still felt that the burden on my shoulders was heavier, because the seven people now are the last few people in our company.

But the Americans didn't care about so many, and their number one hundred people were still holding submachine guns and attacking the mountain. There is no doubt that their arrangement was right. For the seven people without bullets, there is no difference between using one hundred people and a thousand people. The advantage of having fewer people is that they can be dispersed to avoid being rushed up to fight with them again.

"beat!"

When the Americans approached, with my command, under the gaze of those shocking blue and green eyes, stones fell on their heads like raindrops.

“shift!”

I heard the screams and curses of the Americans. They always thought we had no bullets, but this time they could do nothing to them. Unexpectedly, we actually used the most primitive weapon - stone.

Due to the elevation of their submachine guns, it is difficult for us to hit the position. The volunteers also pay great attention to protecting themselves. They try not to expose their targets when throwing stones. They just took a quick look at the enemy's position and threw them down.

Some people may say that we are not brave enough and not majestic enough, but what Li Qiwei said in the face of the reporter's doubts is just right - "Damn it! This is the battlefield!"

If everyone leaned out and threw stones as majestic as in the revolutionary film, they would probably be beaten into a hornet's nest before they could throw two.
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