The trumpet sounded again, and the soldiers once again 'pushed' their bayonets towards the top of the mountain, and this time, as one of the soldiers, I experienced first-hand the difficulty of the charge. The mud under your feet and the slope of the hill slope are even if you stand still, you can slide down, let alone shoot while charging. Under such circumstances, even if those British stood on the top of the hill and let us fight, they would not necessarily be able to hit, not to mention that they were still hiding in the trenches.

What makes my heart 'hairy' is that when we rushed up, the British army fired flares down in rows, but did not shoot, and the feeling of being under the enemy's guns was really uncomfortable. I just felt that my skull was a little numb, and it seemed that a bullet would come at any moment, and then break my skull and burrow into my head, spinning and 'messing' in it. What makes me even more unbearable is that it is pitch black on the top of the mountain, and I can't see half of it at all.

It made me feel a bit like a prisoner on trial, with a few bright lights, and the 'hair' holes were clearly illuminated, but I couldn't see anyone. But don't get me wrong, I often see this scene in movies and TV, and I haven't experienced it myself.

Eighty meters, seventy meters",

They were getting closer and closer to the enemy's position, but the enemy still didn't shoot like last time, and I knew they were confident in themselves. They were confident in their marksmanship, they were confident in their team, they were confident in the terrain they were on, they were confident that they could block our attack within forty meters, so they chose this distance to inflict a lot of damage on their opponents.

Sixty meters, fifty meters,

Because they were afraid of accidentally injuring their own people, the mortar gunners and machine gunners who assisted at the bottom of the mountain also had to stop attacking, in fact, we all know in our hearts that because they can't see the target, their assists will not play a role at all.

As soon as the sound of artillery and machine guns stopped, the crackling of soldiers' feet in the mud became one. The rows of corpses and bright red blood in front of us reminded us that we had reached the distance of the enemy's 'shooting', only ten meters, which was like a line of death. It's like a ghost gate, and as soon as you cross the 10-meter distance in front of you, the enemy will shoot. When I thought about this, I couldn't help but hesitate a little, and even thought about whether to slip on purpose. But the fighters seemed to rush faster and fiercer. This made me feel ashamed for a while, because they thought of killing the enemy, and I thought of saving their lives."

"Bang a few more flares went up, I knew that this was the enemy's preparation for 'shooting', these flares were like flares that ordered the British to 'shoot' the fire,

Sure enough, the dense gunfire soon rang out, and suddenly there was the whistling sound of bullets everywhere in my ears, blood splattered everywhere, and it was like a light rain all around, and there was blood carried up by machine gun bullets everywhere. I also felt a tingling pain in my left arm, and at the same time I felt like someone had pulled my body a few times, and I knew that it was a bullet that had pierced my cotton clothes, and I instinctively wanted to raise my gun to fight back, but as soon as I thought that the main task this time was to lurk, I fell into the mud.

There were fighters in front of and behind him who were constantly knocked to the ground, and they didn't know which ones were real and which ones were fake, but the smell of blood and muffled snorts were real. At this time, suddenly a round thing rolled near me, and when I looked at it seriously, it turned out to be a grenade, and I couldn't help but secretly complain in my heart, and I wanted to roll to the side but didn't dare to move, which made the British army find out that there was a "corpse" and would move, and after the soldiers retreated, they took their guns down and "checked" one by one, then the hidden troops would be wiped out.

So I had to grit my teeth, seeing the grenade a few steps away emitting white smoke like that, and secretly said that there was a chance that the game would be over. At this time, a familiar figure suddenly grabbed up and fell on his stomach, and then I heard a bang, and the figure was blown up to a height of more than a meter, and then fell heavily in front of me.

At this time, I found out that he was Chen Liang, his eyes were wide open, his face was in indescribable pain, his limbs were constantly 'pumping' and 'inserting', and his stomach had already been blown up to the point of bloody 'flesh'.

The gunfire stopped, the cannon stopped, the soldiers retreated, and the battlefield returned to its original calm, except for the corpses piled up like a hill, telling us how tragic the battle had been.

Chen Liang was still twitching beside me, his whole face distorted and deformed from pain. It is said that if you don't hurt your stomach, you will die after a long time, which is why the ancient "waist cut." It can be a cause of torture. Chen Liang blocked all the shrapnel from that grenade, but he also suffered greatly for it.

I wanted to give him a shot to end his pain, but I couldn't, I could only watch as he groaned and pumped in front of me, slower and weaker, until finally my whole body loosened and I never moved again.

As time passed, I didn't seem to feel the existence of time, nor did I feel the coldness coming from under me, and my mind was filled with Chen Liang's pain and struggle before he died, and his distorted and deformed face. Although I have seen many comrades-in-arms die around me before, I have never seen a comrade-in-arms struggle to die in pain as it is now.

What do people live on earth all their lives? Fame and fortune? If Chen Liang died so painfully, would all this still mean anything to him? Anyway, it's a death, why doesn't he choose a happy way to die? Anyway, after he dies, it doesn't matter to him whether we die or live, win or lose, right?

I don't know how long it took for the sun to rise slowly. When the first rays of sunlight fall on the highlands. With the charge of the mountain, the shouts of killing sounded again at the foot of the mountain. Machine guns and mortars roared at the same time, causing the British positions to fly in a 'disorderly'.

The British army seemed to be a little surprised by the sudden attack of the volunteers, but they really deserved to be the British royal ace army, and soon organized an orderly resistance, this time they did not dare to let the volunteers rush to a distance of forty meters and then fire, after all, in the daytime, the fire cover of the volunteers' heavy machine guns and mortars can still play a certain role.

However, even so, the British soldiers were not afraid, because of their geographical advantage, they believed that with their marksmanship and quality, they could easily block the onslaught of the volunteer soldiers. What's more, they knew that as long as they held on for a while, even if they only needed to block one more charge of the volunteers, their American allies would send air forces to support, but what they didn't expect was that this charge of the volunteers was not just like this.

When the second charge horn sounded, dozens of volunteer soldiers suddenly stood up in the pile of dead in front of the British position, and as soon as these soldiers stood up, they swept towards the British army with *** Sha submachine guns.

The British army was concentrating all its attention on the volunteers who were rushing up at the foot of the mountain, who would have thought that the volunteers would still have this look, Rao is that they are well-trained and also rushed to 'mess' with this sudden attack.

The volunteers are holding submachine guns equipped with drums, and the drum capacity is triggered, which is almost the end of a battle without changing the magazine, at this time, dozens of volunteer soldiers at the same time with such submachine guns at the British army at close range continue to 'shoot', the bullets are like crazy pieces of pouring towards the British position, immediately pressing the British troops can not raise their heads. Some soldiers even 'draw' their grenades and threw them into the British positions one after another, and several British soldiers were blown into the sky after hearing a roar.

I lay quietly on the ground, sniper rifle in my hand, and looked coldly at the British position. I had a sniper rifle instead of a submachine gun, so my mission was to kill all the British soldiers who came out of my head.

At this time, five grenades were suddenly thrown out of the British camp, and I didn't want to fire a few shots at the five black spots, and three grenades were knocked away by me, but two grenades still exploded among the soldiers, and four or five soldiers were blown away.

Three out of five, I couldn't help but frown, realizing that I wasn't in very good shape.

This may have something to do with Chen Liang who died beside him, his eyes were wide open in my direction, which always made me feel that he was staring at me all the time.

The British also took advantage of the aftermath of the grenade explosion to raise their guns and 'shoot', and their marksmanship was accurate, and they watched the soldiers fall one after another after one round of gunfire.

But they didn't get much benefit, and in the daytime, and only forty meters away, I could clearly see their straw hat-shaped helmets, and with a few thuds, the heads of the three British soldiers were crooked under my guns.

I rolled a few times and changed positions, took advantage of this time to reload a magazine, and then quickly came out of my head, put the gun on the corpse of a soldier, and then pulled the trigger several times, and three more British soldiers were killed, and one British soldier's helmet was knocked off.

The British, perhaps sensing the presence of me as a sniper, quickly retracted their heads.

"Grenades!" I yelled at the soldiers.

I knew that the British would never abandon their positions so easily, and they would have retracted their heads and thrown out their grenades. There doesn't seem to be much to do with the grenades, so you can only throw them at them.

As soon as I called this, the soldiers soon understood, and all of them 'drawn' their grenades and threw them into the British trenches, and almost at the same time the British also threw a row of grenades, but two of them had the unfortunate hand to stretch out too long, and I knocked them down in the trench before they could throw them in a hurry.

"Boom" not long ago, the explosion of grenades sounded into a piece, and the surrounding area was like being bombarded like gravel shrapnel 'chaotic' flying, although many volunteer soldiers were blown to the ground, but it is conceivable that the British army took less than half of the advantage, because they were in the relatively closed space in the trenches, the impact was farther and farther, not to mention, once the grenade was thrown into the trench, the shrapnel would more or less bring blood and flesh. Most of the grenades of the British army would roll behind the soldiers because they were thrown too far or because of the delayed detonation.

"Comrades! Come on! I shouted and rushed forward with my sniper rifle, and the British were blown up by the grenade before they could recover from it.

But what we didn't expect was that there was also a shout from the British camp, and more than 20 British soldiers jumped out of the trench and came with a salvo of 'fire', and they 'straightened' their rifles that had been loaded with bayonets and rushed down towards us.

At a distance of forty meters, the two armies were facing each other, but in the blink of an eye, the British ran in front of us and stabbed us with a bayonet! At this time, the fighters realized that they had suffered a loss, and the soldiers were holding submachine guns in their hands, and some of them were holding grenades, and most of them were already fighting before they were ready with bayonets.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse secretly, the tactics that our volunteers have always used to deal with the Yankees, but I didn't expect them to learn it thoroughly, but they used it against us. But when it comes to fighting courage and ruthlessness, our volunteers have never been afraid of anyone!

A British soldier 'stood up' and stabbed at the volunteer soldiers, and he almost saw victory, because he was on a high place. Piece low. No matter how the volunteer soldiers block it. will be rolled down the hill by the Yiyu on his bayonet. But what he didn't expect was that the soldier didn't care about his life and death at all, and even 'straightened' his 'chest' to meet the bright bayonet, and took advantage of this time to raise the submachine gun in his hand and aim at the enemy.

At the moment when the British bayonet pierced into the 'chest' of the volunteers, the submachine guns in the hands of the volunteer soldiers also rang out, and the two rolled down the hill in unison.

Another British opponent was a volunteer soldier holding a grenade, and he easily plunged his bayonet into the soldier's 'chest' When he was about to turn around to look for another target, he found that his foot had been caught, he swung the bayonet and stabbed the soldier again, two or three times, and the hands were still holding his feet and not relaxing. Then he suddenly noticed that the grenade in the soldier's hand was emitting white smoke".

Emperor, I only felt a burning pain on my face, and before I could react, a British soldier couldn't hold back and collided with me. If he hadn't slipped under his feet, the knife wouldn't have made a mark on my face, but would have stabbed me straight into the head.

I rolled a few times with the Englishman and was stopped by a protruding rock, but he was above me and I was below, and to be honest, I didn't like it. Don't get me wrong, the reason I don't like this position is because with my head on the ground, he can easily pinch my neck, while my hand on his neck doesn't use any force.

A burst of force on my neck made me can't help but open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue, a burst of dizziness made me have no time to think about whether I looked ugly at this time, I could only desperately stretch out my hand and push his neck in the hope of pushing him away, but it was just in vain, the British soldier just laughed evilly, 'exposed' the two gold teeth in his mouth and said: "! (*** bar!) ）”

I put out my right hand to 'touch' and 'touch' on my waist, hoping to 'touch' the military spur or pistol, but the military spur was pressed by myself, and the holster of the pistol was pressed by this devil, and I couldn't 'draw' it out after two 'pumps'. Finally 'pumped' something, and it didn't matter if it hit the guy's face with a few bangs, the two gold teeth were smashed off I only felt the strength on my neck light, and I turned over and sat on his body, and I took the thing in my hand and hit the guy's head a few more times, and the guy finally stopped moving.

Looking at the thing in his hand again, it turned out to be a wooden-handled grenade, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, it turned out that the wooden-handled grenade still had this benefit, and if it was the Yankee's melon-type grenade in his hand, it seemed that he would only be able to open the insurance and end up together.

"Kill!" At this time, the large army of volunteers finally caught up, and suddenly there were volunteer soldiers everywhere in front of and behind them, and the British troops who rushed down and scuffled with the soldiers were quickly overwhelmed by the 'tide'. I coughed a few times, 'touched' my aching neck, found my sniper rifle nearby, and ran with the charging warrior to the top of the hill.

To my surprise, there were not many British troops in the trenches on the top of the hill, and there were not many corpses, which made me realize that they had retreated, and the counter-charge of the dozens of British troops just now was just to buy time for the retreat of their main force, so I grabbed my gun and ran to the north.

I ran to the north along the trench dug by the British troops, and when I looked down, I saw that there were more than 50 British soldiers under the cover of artillery fire, and they had already run 600 meters away.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of hatred in my heart, and I raised my rifle and shot at them in a burst of 'indiscriminate' and 'shot', and in the blink of an eye I knocked down five or six, but when I reloaded a magazine and tried to fight again, I suddenly found that there were more than twenty wounded soldiers lying in rows at the corner of the trench, and two men who looked like military doctors, all of them looking at me dumbfounded.

They all lay quietly in the trenches and didn't panic at all, and one of the military doctors didn't even hurry to 'shoot' something for the wounded soldiers, so I didn't even notice them. What made me even more strange was that they still had guns in their hands, but none of them meant to shoot at me, and they didn't seem to be hostile to me at all.

"You're 'great'!" A military doctor even complimented me like this, as if it was not their comrade-in-arms who I had just killed.

"What happened?. Puzzled, I walked up with my gun in my hand and asked in English, "Why didn't you shoot me?" We're enemies, aren't we? ”

"Do you know English?. The wounded soldiers and the two medics were surprised and delighted when they heard me speak English, and one of the medics replied, "These wounded soldiers have lost their ability to fight, and they have been ordered to surrender to your army, so we are no longer enemies, and of course we will not shoot at you!" ”

So that's the case, I couldn't help but smile bitterly when I heard this, this is too different from the habit of our volunteers who would rather die than surrender.

"What about you?" Then I asked the two military doctors in confusion: "Aren't you still capable of fighting?" ”

"We volunteered to stay and take care of the wounded!" The two military doctors replied, "I hope your army can arrange for us to be with these wounded!" ”

Depend on! I couldn't help but shake my head when I heard this, this is *** British! On the battlefield, they can also bring their Zhongshi demeanor to the extreme, but fortunately, they meet us Chinese, if they meet Koreans! Hmph,,Look at their demeanor,,