Chapter 28 299 Battle of the Highlands (2)

I was taken aback by the proximity to the American troops, but fortunately the Yankees focused all their attention on the volunteer line they were about to attack, and did not notice that there was a living person behind them who was secretly playing their minds.

"What to do?" I looked at the M1 rifle in my hand, even if I shot fast enough, all the bullets on my body were only about 30 rounds, and there were more than 200 Yankees on it, and it would not be dead if they found out.

I thought about going back to the bomb shelter, but I quickly gave up on the idea, and now the Yankees and the volunteers had no time to check the positions, and if the battle was over, how could they be so careless that they didn't even look at the bomb shelter, and it wasn't the same by then.

Now that I'm a Yankee, I seem to have the only chance to survive is a stab in the back. So for the sake of my own life, I finally decided to do it.

I crept cautiously along the trench, and though the sound of the guns could drown out a lot of things, I didn't dare to make the slightest noise, for I could even hear them changing magazines.

Crawling past the corpses of the Yankees, I collected the grenades on them, and the Yankees' melon-style grenades were a good thing! Not to mention the great power, this grenade is also engraved with grooves, and when it explodes, it can produce dozens or even hundreds of fragments, with a killing rate of at least 50 percent within a killing radius of more than 10 meters. Unlike the wooden handle grenades used by the volunteer soldiers, they are blown in half, and those who are killed by half of them are unlucky, and they are usually thrown to the enemy's side, and they only blow up the enemy and not die.

Hey! There is also an M3 submachine gun, after turning over the corpse of a US soldier, I accidentally found this baby, thinking that the US army was nervous or was pressed by the corpse and did not come to take it away. Holding this thing in his hand and pulling out three magazines from that guy's bullet pouch, my heart is much more steady.

Don't be in a hurry to count them, just a dozen grenades! I tore off my towel and piled up all the grenades, and it looked like a hill.

It's time! I finally checked the submachine gun and magazine next to it, but it was completely unnecessary, because even if I checked something wrong, I didn't know how to toss, I just felt a little empty and wasting my time.

I pondered in my heart that if I didn't do it again, if the volunteers couldn't stand it, I would die, and if the US army couldn't resist retreating, I would also die, so I had to grit my teeth, grab two grenades in each hand, and bite off the insurance with my teeth one by one.

Quietly grasping for a few seconds to do a battle of thoughts, I was not worried that the grenade would explode, because I knew that the grenade of the Yankee was different from the grenade of the volunteer army, the grenade was ignited as soon as the string was pulled, and it would explode as soon as the time passed. This is not the case with the grenade, although the safety is pulled apart, as long as it is held in the hand and the pressure plate is not released, it still will not explode.

It's just that the four of these things still make my scalp a little numb when I grasp them, think about it, if the U.S. military hears a loud noise behind them, and then turns his head to find a volunteer soldier playing behind him and their grenade is blown to pieces, then it's no wonder that they don't laugh off their big teeth!

Depend on! What am I thinking? This little life is going to be lost, and I'm afraid of being laughed at!

I took a few deep breaths and took a few breaths of cold air to sober myself up. I slammed to my feet, threw the four grenades in my hand, and before the grenades could explode, I picked up my submachine gun and fired a flurry of fire.

The nearest four or five American troops were only a dozen paces away from me, and there was no reason why they would not be able to hit me at such a close distance and with their backs to me. Suddenly, the four or five American soldiers fell screaming with several bullets in their bodies, and the blood soon stained the snow under their feet.

The U.S. troops heard the gunfire behind them, and they all turned their attention back, when the four grenades exploded in their unprepared state. The power of the Yankee grenade was really extraordinary, and after a few loud bangs, it brought a bloody storm, which blew up those American soldiers to lie down, and the gunfire immediately became much less.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, my cat bent down to change the magazine of the submachine gun, and then carried a towel full of grenades, and the cat ran against the inner wall of the trench. As I expected, before I could run far, I heard the clanging sound of a grenade hitting a stone.

My grenades will be able to throw them, and of course the Yankees' grenades will be able to fall, although they are in high places, but they can't see me when I hide inside the trenches, so of course throwing grenades is also the best option for them.

I didn't dare to look back, I had run more than 20 steps, and I couldn't help but feel a little more steady, and the Yankees' grenade kill radius was only more than ten meters, so if I hadn't run ahead, I wouldn't have been in a hurry to say anything.

"Boom ......" a few times, I only felt pushed by a wave of air, and involuntarily fell to the ground and gnawed on a mouthful of mud. Mother, the power of the Yankee grenade is really different, it is so far away and there is so much strength, I have to be mentally prepared next time.

Crawling forward a few meters, I sat up again, grabbed four grenades and bit open the safety and threw them up, this time I didn't dare to stand up and throw them, just threw my hands back casually...... Those Yankees must be staring in this direction, and standing up is no different from looking for death. Anyway, it's all Yankees, and you can blow him up several times if you throw it, as long as it's not so unlucky and a grenade rolls back.

"Boom, boom, boom......" There was another chaotic sound on it, accompanied by bursts of screams from the Yankees.

After dropping the bomb, I ran back on, this time directly to the lower end of the trench and hid in a bomb shelter, exposing only the submachine gun and half of my head, aiming at the long, empty trench.

"Kill ......"

Because I disrupted the position of the American troops in the back, the volunteers quickly launched a counter-charge. There was a burst of explosions peculiar to wooden-handled grenades, followed by the shouts of volunteer soldiers.

Although the wooden-handled grenade can't kill a few people, it still produces a lot of smoke, and from this point of view, although it is not very environmentally friendly, the volunteers just use this as a cover before the charge.

It's just that I also know very well in my heart that as soon as the American troops retreat, not all of them will rush into this trench - the most dangerous time for my life has come.