Perhaps in retaliation for the two tanks that we had blown up just now, or because they knew that there was no hope of repairing the bridge, the US troops quickly launched another attack on our positions.

If it were me, I would have given up building bridges. The U.S. military worked hard to repair half of the bridge, but I dropped an explosive bag and blew it up easily. But fortunately, they didn't know that we didn't have a few explosive packs, otherwise we would have just sent a few snipers with good marksmanship to keep an eye on the ridge of the mountain, and if a few explosives were dropped, we would have to watch the Yankees repair the bridge.

However, this does not seem to be a good thing now, and the US military thinks that there is no hope of repairing the bridge, so they decided that they can only pass through by taking the high ground, so they are determined to raze our high ground to the ground.

I soon noticed that the American troops in front of me were a little different, and although they were all wearing raincoats like the rest of the American troops, they could fall to the ground despite the muddy water on the ground. I've been on my stomach just now, so I know it takes a lot of courage to do it in such cold weather. This may not be a big deal for the Volunteer Army, but it is somewhat unusual that the US military can do this, especially if an entire army can do it.

Suspicious, I looked carefully at the scope on my sniper rifle for a while, and found that most of them had carbines in their hands.

Speaking of carbines, it should be said that it is not a very good gun, it was originally developed for the second-line combat troops to replace pistols, submachine guns of light weapons, generally used to equip artillery, officers, communications troops, etc., and later because of its light weight, easy to carry, so it was also equipped with airborne troops.

It excelled in melee combat because of its high rate of fire, but it sent chills to every American GI who used it on the Korean battlefield. An American general once said: "The reason why we are completely disappointed with the carbine is that this kind of gun hits the vital point of the Chinese soldiers at a distance of several tens of meters, but they just shake their bodies and continue to rush towards us, and the bullets of this kind of gun cannot even effectively penetrate the cotton clothes on the enemy's body!" ”

But now we don't even have any clothes on us, and I can't help but cry out when I look at the enemy rushing up!

Of course, I knew that the troops rushing towards us in front of me would not be artillerymen, nor would they be communications troops, let alone officers, so they should be airborne troops.

Airborne troops, that's the ace unit in the US army! When it comes to the Airborne Forces of the U.S. Army, most people quickly think of the Congo Airborne Division, which had a good record in World War II. However, I know that this airborne division has never participated in the Korean War, so the airborne unit in front of me should be the airborne division of the US army.

In fact, no matter which airborne division it is, because its mission is basically to parachute into the enemy's rear to open up the battlefield, and often have to face the situation of being surrounded by the enemy, every member is a veteran who can fight selected by the 'elite', and the same is true of the airborne division in front of him.

I didn't expect the Yankees to look up to us so much and send this ace force.

I quickly gave an order to the fighters around me: "Put on the bayonet, don't save bullets, go up and fight when the bullets are finished!" ”

"Yes". The warriors beside him quickly passed on the order one by one.

Fighting against such a unit, if you still think about saving bullets, it is tantamount to looking for death, thinking that I have also equipped my rifle with bayonets, and secretly thinking that what the US army is most afraid of is fighting with our army with bayonets, I wonder if the airborne troops in front of me are the same.

One hundred meters, fifty meters"

The visibility in the rainy night was too low, although my sniper rifle could still see the target a hundred meters away, but I didn't dare to shoot, because the soldiers were all waiting for my order, after all, I was the only one with the scope, as long as I fired, the soldiers would also follow, they could not see anything and 'indiscriminately' fired, that was undoubtedly the 'wave' of the few bullets left.

For the first time, I felt like I was tied hand and foot, unable to use the sniper rifle in my hand.

"Hit".

Finally, when the enemy approached only 40 meters, I gave the order to start fighting, and if I didn't fight at this time, they would throw the grenade if I let the enemy get closer, and then it was not a question of not enough bullets, but whether there was a chance to shoot.

So I shouted and fired the rifle in my hand first, and the head of one of the American soldiers at the front tilted to the ground. This group of American troops all attacked in a very orderly manner, and they were very far apart from each other, so I simply gave up the idea of shooting two with one shot.

Soon the soldiers followed and 'fired' bullets at the target that they had already been aiming at, and countless bullets pierced the darkness in front of them with a whistling sound, and flew towards the enemy in front of them.

Although the visibility was very low, the soldiers could still see the black shadows in front of them at such a close distance of forty meters, so it was not difficult to aim.

Volunteer soldiers are usually stoic when they are injured, which may be the tradition of the volunteers! The volunteers look down on cowards, so shouting after being injured will only make their comrades look down on them. The U.S. military is different, they usually shout and call for doctors or God when they are wounded, even if it is the special forces or the airborne troops in front of them, so the darkness in front of the position is filled with the terrible screams of the American troops for a while.

Flares. There were no tracer shells either, and the U.S. military returned fire in the dark. He..."Ming, in the case of such a close distance between the two sides, the flares illuminate our troops and themselves at the same time, which is obviously more beneficial to the volunteer army hidden in the trenches.

The American GIs did not panic and 'panic', but just '' the carbine in their hands and hit it with a bang, and some even "gnawed" like submachine guns and 'fired' a series of bullets, and in an instant, the dense bullets were like raindrops 'shooting' at us, only hitting the muddy water in front of the trenches, and the barrage pressed the soldiers so that they could not raise their heads.

This is the superiority and inferiority of carbines, with high ammunition capacity and fast 'fire' speed. It has two magazines, one is an old round and the other is a bladed bullet, and both magazines can be used universally. Moreover, this gun is also equipped with a fast and slow machine, when it is adjusted to the fast machine, it can be fired in bursts like a submachine gun, and its firepower can almost catch up with an assault rifle, and the use of "almost" is because its "firing" range is too close and the penetration is too poor, but fighting at such a close distance is exactly the advantage of the carbine.

Then the U.S. troops 'shot' and approached our trenches, and I quickly realized the joy and danger, because I knew it very well. As long as they get closer, they will throw rows of grenades into our trenches, and with the power of American grenades, I am afraid that only one time will make us most of us incapacitated.

And we were crushed by bullets and couldn't stand up, not to mention, more than half of the grenades of the volunteers would not explode in the rain because of water ingress. At the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, little Japan made a judgment based on this: "The Eighth Route Army will fight in rainy days, and its combat effectiveness will be halved." ”

Thinking of this, I rubbed my waist and ran back into the tunnel, picked up a cotton coat and wrapped it in an explosive 'drug' bag, and fell down in front of the trench again. At the same time, he held a gun in his right hand and his left hand tightly on the net rope of the explosive bag, and his eyes looked motionlessly at the US troops in the dark through the scope.

As expected, after a while, a group of American soldiers took off the grenade from their collar and pulled the safety out, they had a tacit understanding with each other, and while taking off the grenade, the other American soldiers fired their carbines in their hands. I didn't give the volunteers any chance to fight back, but just as they were about to throw the grenade, the explosive bag in my hand was already thrown out one step ahead of them, and then I raised my rifle as fast as I could to face the explosive bag in the air.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the explosive pack exploded in the air, just as the previous soldier said, the explosive pack exploded in the air, it was like a cannon battle, and it couldn't blow up a few people. However, this time it seemed to be a little different, because the "wave" of gas produced by the explosion of the explosive "drug" package pushed the US troops who were about to throw the grenade back fiercely, and then only heard a "chaotic" sound of "boom", and the grenade in their hands that had been opened quickly exploded into a piece, only to blow up the blood and "flesh" of the US troops who were caught off guard, and screamed all over the sky.

"Comrades! Come on! "I shouted, '' the rifle that was already loaded with bayonets in my hand and rushed towards the US troops who were blown up inexplicably, the so-called taking advantage of your illness will kill you, now kill a few more and grab some *** to wait for when!

"Kill!" The soldiers also rushed forward, and before the battle I ordered them to load their bayonets, so that the time to load the bayonets was saved, and the soldiers took their guns and ran to the group of American soldiers in the blink of an eye and raised their bayonets to stab them.

Look at those U.S. troops. Most of them were still so frightened by the series of explosions that they had just fallen to the ground when the volunteers ran in front of them. They didn't even have bayonets to block without haste, but the carbine was very light and not suitable for fighting at all, and the road was slippery on rainy days, and some people were knocked to the foot of the mountain by the volunteer soldiers who rushed down as soon as they saw it.

The carbine is a weapon suitable for close combat, but the so-called "near" of the US military is by no means a face-to-face "near" like now, this "near" belongs to the "near" of the volunteer army, they only need a bayonet, a shovel, or even a pair of hands to kill the enemy! The Volunteers never lacked the courage to fight for their lives against the enemy, even in the face of Americans who seemed taller and more powerful than them.

In the sound of thunderstorms, I saw a handful of snowy bayonets flying through the 'interspersed', the cold light disappeared from time to time, and every time the cold light appeared, it would always bring a piece of blood and a scream. After a while, the battlefield was filled with the shouts of the soldiers, the sound of knives entering the 'flesh' and the screams of the US troops, and even a few volunteer soldiers led the US troops to scuffle together, rolling around in the muddy water, and after a while, they became two mud figures, and no one could tell which was their own person and which was the enemy!

Blood flowed down the rain and soon stained the entire plateau, and a blinding flash of lightning flashed, and the frightened faces of the American soldiers flashed before us, but in just an instant, the soldiers had already stabbed their bayonets into the enemy's 'chest'.

A feeling of 'flesh' came from the other end of the bayonet, and in the darkness I didn't know exactly which position I stabbed the enemy, and I didn't have the heart to think about it, I only knew that I had to rotate the bayonet a quarter of a line before closing the knife This trick was told to me by the old squad leader, so that the knife can be cut when the army stabs out, so that the enemy will not stop bleeding, and if it is stabbed in the intestines, the enemy's intestines will often be wrenched out by this technique.

Sure enough, it's an experienced veteran. It's the same knife, and the effect is really different! But luckily I couldn't see much in the dark night, otherwise I might have been stupefied by my masterpiece.

The U.S. troops resisted for a while and began to flee, and under the attack of the bayonets of the volunteers, the well-trained airborne troops held out for a while longer than the ordinary U.S. troops, and they would not be driven away by a dozen volunteers like ordinary firefighters. "Retreat!" Seeing the retreat of the American troops, I quickly ordered: "Each soldier drags a corpse of the enemy back and quickly retreats to the trenches!" ”

"Yes!" The warriors answered and dragged the corpse back and ran wildly.

The purpose of bringing the corpses of the American soldiers is for the equipment on them, and after disengaging from the enemy, it is dangerous to stay in the position for an extra second, so we don't have time to clean up the battlefield at all, and we can only drag the people with the equipment back first.

Sure enough, before the soldiers could hide in the trenches, the enemy fired rows of flares, followed by a rain of bullets, knocking several lagging fighters into the muddy water.

When I began to search for the "corpse" of the American soldier I dragged up, I realized that he was not a "corpse", because he was still alive, and by the light of the flare, I could see him clutching his abdomen in pain, his whole body spasmed, blood spurting out in large gulps, and his eyes staring at me deadly, as if he wanted to remember what I looked like after death, turned into a ghost and came to me for revenge, and seemed to beg me to find a way to save him."

I shook my head with a wry smile, gritted my teeth, ignored his distressing gaze, and unloaded his equipment from him in the same way, guns, magazines, grenades, and a waterproof backpack that I thought would have something dry to use, such as a sleeping bag.

Counted***, it's not bad, and there are three magazines of thirty rounds, although the 'firing' range of this thing is better than... The rifle was much closer, only two hundred meters. But it's better than nothing, and on a night with such low visibility... The rifle's long 'firing' range seems to be a 'waste' fee.

With the sound of gunfire from the American troops, the rain in the sky finally stopped, but the soldiers were not happy, because after a while, it began to snow like goose feathers in the sky again, and the temperature around them became colder and colder.

The soldiers took off their almost frozen shirts one after another, cut the sleeping bags captured from the American army in half and draped them over their bodies, barely able to keep out the cold, but the lower half of their bodies could not be helped. There was a burst of coldness from the soaked cotton pants, and you could barely feel your feet, but when you stood up after a while, you could hear the creaking and cracking of ice cubes coming from the cotton pants."

So the fighters started running again, hoping to use this method not to freeze themselves.

But I thought, I can't just keep wearing cotton pants that are about to freeze into ice! So I wanted to make a fuss about this sleeping bag, saying that this Yankee's sleeping bag is still very big, and they can stuff it into such a tall person, so it's not more than enough to make a dress for yourself.

So I hid in the pit alone and tossed, and first took a lot of effort to take off the cotton 'pants' that were hard tied to my lower body, which made my comrades feel so embarrassed to see it. Then use a military thorn to make a few openings at the bottom of the sleeping bag and stretch out the hand and head, and then split it vertically between the two 'legs', tie it with a rope, and tie the 'exposed' hand with excess cloth.

Hey! It's really good, a simple dress is made like this, and the fabric of the Yankee sleeping bag is just different! It's warm! Now the soldiers don't have to be frozen.

I was about to walk out of the tunnel in this dress, but I was so happy and sad that I could only hear the strange roar of a cannonball in the distance, and then I only heard a boom, and the tunnel in front of me collapsed, and in the darkness I only felt something hit on my chest and fell backwards.

Before I passed out, I sighed to myself: I should have thought that the tunnel was not so strong after being washed away by the rain.

When I woke up, I didn't know how long I had fainted, but there was silence all around, no gunshots, no cannons. I endured the pain in my chest, and I 'touched' in the dark, and finally 'touched' my sniper rifle next to me. I removed the bayonet from my gun and dug into the dirt in front of me, and when I touched the log, I tried my best to move it away. I really can't stand it, so I will rest for a while and then continue to do it, more than half an hour finally let me kill a small 'hole', the light from the 'hole' outside the 'shot' made me feel shocked, it's already dawn!

And what about the fighters? How are they? Why is there no sound?

I frantically stabbed the little 'hole' with my military thorn, tried my best to get out, stood up and looked, and I was stunned by the scene in front of me! All the warriors maintained a fighting posture, their guns pointed down the mountain, and they were all frozen to death on the position, like ice sculptures ready to jump up and fight at any time.

A soldier still had an umbrella notebook in his hand, as if writing something, and I slowly walked up to take a look, only to see that it was written crookedly:

I love my loved ones and my country

Love my honor even more

I am a volunteer soldier of the light set

Ice and snow thieves will not yield to you

Even if I freeze to death, I will be proud

Towering over my position

I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to the officers and men of the 6th Company of the 177th Regiment of the 59th Division in 20 years, all the officers and men of the company froze to death on the high ground in the Dead Eagle Ridge Blockade Battle, and none of them left their posts. The original work is attached to the work