The night is here again. The hazy moonlight shrouded the soldiers' sight, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on the 307.3 heights like flowing water, sprinkled on the corpses in front of the position, and sprinkled on the trenches piled up by the US military sandbags and the barbed wire in front of the trenches, making this night that should have been romantic and warm was full of death and murder.

A cold wind with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke blew towards us, making the soldiers shiver. The soldiers were still wearing cotton clothes that had been soaked by the rain a few days earlier, and they were better during the day, but they would inevitably suffer from freezing at night.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the muscles in my whole body couldn't help but slowly relax. In modern times, I am not a person who likes the night, but in this era, I can't help but like it, because it is precisely the night on this battlefield that can bring me a sense of security.

"Action!" As soon as I gave the order, the soldiers who had already prepared around me started to do it, and they were busy digging tunnels, carrying food and ammunition.

The soldiers who still had the ability to move on the three heights all gathered here at night, and after counting the number of people, I realized that after the daytime battle, including the dozens of KPA soldiers brought by Cui Zhenyou. There were only about 80 people who could still come to carry food and ammunition, and it seems that this battle was not an ordinary tragedy.

"Suddenly!" Perhaps the U.S. troops also sensed the movement on our side, and fired a flare at our position from a distance, and the soldiers hurriedly fell to the ground and did not move, and after a while, after the light of the flare disappeared, they got up and continued to carry the ammunition.

The purpose of dispersing ammunition and food on various highlands is to avoid that once the 307.3 highland is lost, the other highlands will face a situation of no ammunition and no food. Moreover, the soldiers of the volunteer army basically use machine guns and submachine guns, and the firepower of these weapons is fierce, but the ammunition consumed is also amazing. In this day's battle, the ammunition stored on the other two heights was almost exhausted, and it was time to replenish some ammunition while it was dark, otherwise it would be difficult to transport ammunition to the enemy during the day, and the high ground would be blocked by enemy artillery fire.

"Suddenly, suddenly!"

Two more flares rose into the sky with a pale, blinding glow, and then slowly arced down to the base of the mountain.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui!" At this time, Battalion Commander Li leaned beside me and whispered: "Did the Yankees find something, why did they keep 'hanging lanterns' (the name of the volunteers for flares)!" ”

"Nothing should have been found!" I looked behind the hill, and from time to time there came a light from a flare: "There are flares on other high grounds, too, and if they find something, it's a cannonball!" ”

Battalion Commander Li said with some concern: "If they hang the lanterns like this without interruption, the soldiers won't be able to transport much ammunition even if they carry it for one night!" ”

I couldn't help frowning when I heard this, and I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, usually this Yankee doesn't shoot flares so often, why is it so abnormal tonight! Could it be that they did something at night?

No, I quickly dismissed my idea. What the Yankees are most afraid of is fighting at night, and at night they are at most far away from shooting guns and firing artillery, and if they want to attack at night and fight with our volunteers, that is the most taboo thing for them.

So I didn't think much about it, just commanded the soldiers to speed up the delivery of ammunition.

The flares were beating, and the soldiers seemed to get used to it, and at the beginning they would lie down to cover up, but after a long time, some fighters had the psychology of luck, and when the flares came, they ran forward with the ammunition box on their backs without paying attention, and the Yankees didn't know why they didn't shoot or fire. As soon as the soldiers saw that they were all right, many people immediately joined the ranks of running against the flares.

I was lying in the trench and looking through the scope to observe the camp of the American troops, and when I accidentally looked back, I was shocked to find that the soldiers were carrying ammunition as usual under the bright light of the flares. Just as he was about to stop the whistling of the cannonballs in time and space, the cannonballs exploded around the soldiers, and in an instant, bullets, food, and the blood of the soldiers were spilled all over the position.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but hate in my heart, this Yankee is really cunning, and even thought of using this trick, but there is nothing I can do about them. But fortunately, the volunteer soldiers were transporting ammunition along the communication trenches. And all of them had some combat experience, and as soon as they heard the whistling sound of the shells, they fell to the ground in time, so this shell only caused more than a dozen casualties among the volunteer soldiers.

But for us, who are desperately short of troops, these dozen people are really a big loss.

After eating a trench and growing wise, the soldiers no longer dared to be lazy, but those Yankees still seemed to play tricks on us, and they took turns firing flares at our positions all night, and from time to time they would bombard a burst of shells. The soldiers carried heavy ammunition boxes on their backs, and they lay down and stood up for a while, so tired that the soldiers were speechless. The most annoying thing is that due to the interference of the Yankees, the speed was seriously affected, and in the end, not much ammunition was shipped.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui!" Battalion Commander Li also participated in the team transporting ammunition, and at this time, panting and sweating profusely, he lay down beside me and said: "The soldiers are too tired, let's rest for a while!" ”

"Hmm!" I nodded.

Battalion Commander Li quickly passed on the order to rest on the spot, and then scolded fiercely: "This group of dog-day US imperialism is even more cunning than that fox, we have been transporting it for most of the night, and we have only shipped ammunition from six tunnels!" ”

"How much ammo is left?" I couldn't help but ask.

"There are still more than two dozen tunnels!" Battalion Commander Li replied: "But there are many explosive packets, shells, grenades, guns and food in these 20 or so tunnels, so let's transport the bullets first!" ”

"Hmm!" I couldn't help but nod my head.

Battalion Commander Li's choice is undoubtedly correct, the current situation of our troops is that they have a large number of machine guns and submachine guns in their hands, so the most needed bullets, and only a large number of bullets can stop the enemy's frantic attack.

"...... then," I then ordered, "you fill the pit with explosives and install the leads, and if necessary, we can detonate them to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy." ”

"Yes!" Battalion Commander Li answered, and quickly went to make arrangements.

After lying in the trench for a while, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and after thinking for a while, it suddenly dawned on me, why did this Yankee suddenly stop firing flares, could it be that they were also tired?

I raised my rifle and looked through the scope to look at the enemy's camp, and there seemed to be some figures shaking, and then at the front of the position. In the moonlight, many dark shadows could be faintly seen crawling among the corpses. Seeing this, I couldn't help but be surprised, and immediately shouted to the soldiers in a low voice: "There is a situation, prepare for battle!" ”

The soldiers who were resting in the trenches immediately jumped up and put all kinds of weapons in their hands on the trenches.

After thinking about it, I ordered again: "The fighters who originally belonged to the 259th and 273.1th heights immediately return to their positions!" ”

"Yes!" Some of the warriors answered, and soon ran back along the traffic trench with their cats bent. I did this because I was afraid that the enemy would attack 307.3 high ground as well as other high ground. Now these three highlands are the Iron Triangle, and if you lose one, the other two will be dangerous.

Looking at the dark shadows slowly crawling towards our position under the high ground, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart when this Yankee would choose to attack the volunteers at night. They seem to have planned to use flares and artillery shells to exhaust the volunteers who were transporting ammunition, and then surprise them......

But they could have waited until dawn to attack, and we didn't have enough rest at that time, and they could have waited for the rest of their lives.

"Rain Kret (Turkish: Rush!) ）……”

With a hoarse cry, the black shadows got up and roared and charged towards our position. That's when I realized what they were doing - the enemy who was attacking us was not the American army, but the Turkish brigade, which was also good at hand-to-hand combat. I don't know Turkish, but I can tell which language it is.

The Turkish brigade originally had as many as 5,000 people, but when it was sent by the Yankees to plug the loophole in the second battle, it was greatly damaged by the volunteers, and there were still more than 2,000 people left at this time! But no matter how many people they have, their strength will always be stronger than ours, which is mostly composed of wounded soldiers, not to mention that there is a division of American troops behind them......

At this time, I couldn't help but secretly admire the scheming of the chief of staff of the US army, this Turkish brigade should have come a long time ago, but the US army has never sent them to the battlefield. And then on the night when we always thought they couldn't attack us. They first exhausted us with flares and shells, and then they brought in the Turkish brigade, which was also good at hand-to-hand combat......

"Hit!" I shouted and pulled the trigger first, and with a few thumping gunshots, several Turkish soldiers with machetes rushed up the hillside and quickly fell to the ground and rolled down. The fighters also beat the machine guns and submachine guns in their hands loudly.

But at this moment, suddenly rows of flares were fired in the American camp, and at the moment when these flickering and dazzling lights stung the eyes of the soldiers, the whistling sound of artillery shells sounded in the sky, and bursts of explosions sounded, and the flying dirt and scattered gunpowder smoke quickly blocked the soldiers' vision, and many of them were smoke bombs emitting white smoke.

**！ Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse secretly, if it was the US military who rushed up at this time, those Yankees would never have fired at such a close distance. Because the Turkish soldiers were less than two hundred meters away from us at this time, the shrapnel from the shells would definitely injure their own people by mistake.

The light of the flares slowly faded, and the night, which had been extremely poor, was tossed by the smoke of the smoke bombs, and it was even more white, and nothing could be seen, and only the roar of the Turkish soldiers like beasts could be heard in the smoke!

"Grenades!" I yelled at the fighters behind me and threw the two grenades out of my hand. The fighters understood, and soon threw the grenades down in rows, and with one explosion after another, a scream was heard in the smoke. But a few Turkish soldiers rushed up with scimitars, and I pulled out the M1919 from my waist and "banged ......" at them, and finally knocked them to the ground.

"Get on the bayonet!" I shouted, but the fighters were quickly stunned, because the weapons in their hands were either assault machines or machine guns, and they could not be loaded with bayonets at all. I soon realized this, and I couldn't help but cry out that I was going to suffer a great loss against this beastly Turkish brigade.

"Grenades!" So I had to re-order: "Shoot all the bullets, throw all the grenades!" ”

As he spoke, he snatched the submachine gun from the hand of a soldier next to him, and fired into the smoke, but it didn't seem to hit anyone. At this time, I noticed that a few bright lights occasionally flashed in the smoke in front of me, and I soon realized that it was the moonlight reflected by the scimitar in the enemy's hand.

The fighters didn't care whether they saw anyone or not, they only beat all kinds of weapons in their hands loudly, and the grenades were also thrown down in rows, especially some of the fighters threw out anti-tank grenades, and a few of them could always set off a bloody storm, and even some Turkish soldiers were carried high above the heads of the fighters by the shock wave of the grenades.

It should be said that this part of the people is lucky, because they finally broke through the defense line of our army before they died.

The Turkish brigade was also considered strong, and the screams had just fallen, and the shouts of killing rang out again. Moreover, the volunteers will always leave some loopholes in such untargeted bombing and shooting, and from time to time some Turkish soldiers with rifles or brandishing scimitars will suddenly appear in front of the volunteers, forcing the soldiers to deal with it in a hurry. More enemies will rush at you, and several warriors will even scream and be slashed to the ground by enemy scimitars.

"Khooth!" With a thud, I grabbed a scimitar that was slashing at me. Before my opponent could make a second slash, I knocked him to the ground with the butt of a rifle, and then fired a barrage of bullets at another enemy who rushed at me. Although there are still more than 100 people on our position, most of them are wounded soldiers with incomplete limbs, and they can still shoot guns, but they have almost no combat effectiveness in hand-to-hand combat. But the enemy is attacking us like a tidal wave, and if they tear a hole, we will not be spared......

"Down with US imperialism!"

At this critical moment, a shout suddenly sounded behind him, and a wounded soldier with only one hand ran out of the tunnel and rushed into the smoke without stopping for a moment. The moment he crossed me, I was shocked to find that he had two explosive packets strapped to his body......

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a huge wave of qi rushed towards the warriors, along with blood and severed arms, and even a scimitar flew over and nailed to the trench beside me, which was clutching half of the arm.

"Long live New China!"

Another wounded soldier ran out, also with two smoking explosive packets strapped to his body, and rushed into the unknown place in front of him without looking back......

I was shocked to see this scene, because I knew that with only one hand, they could not tie the explosive bags to their bodies one after the other, and the wounded soldiers in the tunnels, they helped each other to tie each other, and then pulled the fuse and rushed out.

I have to admit that this is a good way, a best way. The wounded soldiers could not fight the enemy hand-to-hand, but they had eyes and they could find the enemy. All they have to do is strapping explosives around their bodies, rushing into the smoke to find the enemy, and running towards them...... But it was not easy to do this, because the moment they pulled the fuse, they were destined to be blown to pieces. Even so, they have to find the enemy at the last moment of their lives and pounce on the enemy's muzzle, towards the enemy's scimitar......

The tunnels were connected to each other, and this practice seemed to be quickly recognized by the wounded soldiers in the other tunnels, so it didn't take long for the wounded soldiers in the other tunnels to follow suit, one by one, carrying the ignited explosive packets, shouting slogans and rushing into the smoke, and some even jumped into the tunnel with crutches.

It was then that I realized how ridiculous it was to think that the wounded soldiers were inferior in combat effectiveness to us. As long as they are volunteers, as long as they are our soldiers, as long as they still have a breath of air, then they can exert combat effectiveness that ordinary people can't imagine, and they can create great feats that ordinary people can't imagine!

The eyes of the fighters were moist, I didn't see it, but I knew because I ...... myself No matter how he gritted his teeth and stoic, tears still came out of his eyes disobediently.

I didn't speak, I just beat the submachine gun in my hand loudly, as if I wanted to turn the hatred and tears in my heart into bullets and shoot at the enemy.

Huge explosions continued to come from the smoke, and every explosion was ignited by the soldiers with their lives, at the cost of the soldiers' lives.

The soldiers of the Turkish Brigade had always been known for their savagery, and it was said that they could crush their opponents when fighting with the bayonets of the Tsarist Russian army, but now they were shocked and frightened by the offensive of the Volunteers. Gradually, their hysterical shouts became quieter and quieter, and they became more and more unconfident, and finally they were completely quiet.

Then I knew that the warriors had once again held their positions with their lives and blood, and once again repelled the enemy's attack, only this time, but no one cheered ......! ~！

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