Chapter 30: 299 The Battle of the Highlands (4)

"What...... Why did it work like this! After the company commander left, I couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

The old squad leader replied with a slap on his face: "It's the first time we fought the Yankees, how could we have thought that the Yankees have such strong firepower and move so fast......"

"Then the American devil uses a flamethrower!" Huzi pouted, and then I found that his eyebrows were burned, and he said unconvinced: "Let's let them slip up without paying attention, and the flamethrower spews fire straight at our position, and they can't raise their heads at all, isn't it?" I can only retreat again and again! ”

"Oh, flamethrower." When I heard this, I understood.

During World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War, the U.S. military was equipped with a large number of flamethrowers, and a company was equipped with as many as three. Although it is extremely dangerous to use, it is very effective for storming positions, bunkers, tanks, caves, etc.

In the past, the volunteers had encountered this kind of weapon when dealing with them, but when they were unable to use it, they did not play its role, and most of the time they hid in pillboxes and used jets to deal with the PLA attacking them, and used this offensive weapon as a defensive weapon.

Second, more importantly, this time the volunteer position was too close to the road, which gave those Yankee sprayers a chance.

Flamethrowers have two disadvantages, one is that they are explosive, and no matter what bullet or shrapnel hits, they will immediately turn into a fireball. Second, the firing range is short, and the range of the M2 flamethrower equipped by the Yankees is only about 30 meters.

These two shortcomings were fatal for the flamethrower, because they had to run to a distance of more than thirty meters from the enemy and fire, and if one of these bullets hit the two large canisters on his back, they would be burned to death.

But this time, it was the perfect time for the flamethrowers to do their job.

The position of the volunteer soldiers is only more than 60 meters away from the road, and their tanks are on the road, although we are condescending, but the enemy can not use their powerful firepower to suppress us and not raise our heads, and then the flamethrowers hide behind the tanks, under the cover of the Yankee infantry fire, as long as they run up dozens of steps to reach the effective firing range.

And as soon as this thing fires, no one in the position can stand.

I couldn't help but fear for a moment that if the flamethrower opened fire on the bomb shelter where I was hiding, I wouldn't have been roasted in my sleep.

"Woo ......" several strange cries one after another, and the US military began to shell again.

They didn't allow us a chance to breathe, maybe more Americans had withdrawn and they had more artillery, and this time there were a lot more shells than the last time.

In an instant, it was like a tornado blowing on the battlefield, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the gravel, dirt, and snow flying in the sky were so dense that they blocked the sun's rays.

The soldiers went into the dugouts to hide, but this time I didn't get into them again, but grabbed my rifle and ran back along the traffic trench in the face of artillery fire.

There was a constant roar of bombs around me, and the rocks and dirt that had been kicked up by the bombs were sprinkled on my back in patches, and it hurt a little to be hit by some of the larger ones, but I didn't care about it anymore, so I just ran towards the last trench.

Although it is only more than 40 meters, it has suffered a lot along the way. He was pushed twice by the air of a bomb, tripped over a stone once, and pounced on five times in fright...... Khan, I don't dare to let others know this number.

After a lot of hardships, I finally ran to the last trench, found a bomb shelter and hid in.

I secretly cursed in my heart that this is a damn battle, with such a huge difference in weapons and equipment, we should not have confronted the US military head-on in the daytime, not to mention that we are still the side with fewer people.

However, there seems to be only one way to block the retreat of the United States. Dispersing the volunteers on a hill made it impossible for the U.S. troops to advance like nails on both sides of the road. If the U.S. military wants to escape from the road, it will inevitably pull out our nails one by one.

But this will be a great price for us, the volunteers who intercept the American army, and the volunteers can only hold on to the fortifications on their own hills, unable to reinforce each other. Because once the volunteers are out of the fortifications, there is nothing left to resist the planes, artillery and tanks of the American army......

There is a saying that what is called, space is exchanged for time, but we are now exchanging life for space, and at the same time, we are also exchanging time, in exchange for the time for these US troops to pull out nails one by one, so that the large army of volunteers can complete the compression and encirclement of the US army.

And our company ...... It is an honor to be the first nail to be pulled out by the US military.

I hadn't sat down in the bomb shelter for long before I felt dizzy from exhaustion, and I shook my head vigorously to drive away my sleepiness. It wasn't the time I was asleep, I fired two empty shots at the dugout during the enemy bombardment, and then replaced it with a new magazine.

After thinking about it, he grabbed a few more handfuls of snow outside the bomb shelter, clasped his hands tightly, and at the same time kept panting at them, trying to melt them with the heat of his body, but this cold ghost weather ...... I didn't see a drop of water for a long time, and my hands were red, so I had no choice but to stuff the snow mixed with mud into my mouth, HOHO...... It was so cold that my tongue lost sensation, and what was even more uncomfortable was that the cold was like a needle that went straight to the root of my teeth......

But I had to endure it, and it took a long time to feel some water, so I spit it on the cotton cap and mixed it with the dust on the cotton cap, and quickly applied it evenly, and then on my face and gun.

At first glance, the hat looked like a clod of earth, and the gun looked like a branch covered with mud, and I couldn't help but admire my masterpiece with excitement, looking at the gun for a while, and looking at the hat for a while. I didn't think I could make a camouflage from local materials, which shows that I still have a lot of potential!

But I haven't brushed my teeth in a few days, and it smells a little ......