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The photo above shows the American M3 submachine gun

Chapter 31 299 Battle of the Highlands (5)

As soon as the cannonade stopped, I put on a camouflaged hat and got out of the bomb shelter, carefully put the gun on the trench, and slowly stretched out half of my head to observe.

The volunteers moved faster than me, and when I saw them, they were already lying in front of the trenches one by one, and the grenades with the lid unscrewed were lined up in front of the trenches, like a reminder for the American troops.

In the sun, more than 300 heavily armed American GIs appeared at the corner of the highway in a straggler formation, walking and stopping, covering each other's advance very carefully. The anti-aircraft machine guns on the tanks are also ready to provide fire support to the infantry who are about to rush up the hill!

"Hit!"

Perhaps it was because of the experience of the last time that the enemy had just run to the foot of the mountain and Company Commander Zhang ordered to open fire, and it was possible to wait for them to get close to the puppet army before fighting, but it seemed that it was not suitable to fight with the Yankees with advanced equipment.

Suddenly, the light and heavy weapons of the volunteers opened fire, but this time, no matter how I heard it, I felt that the gunfire was too thin.

Maybe it's because I used the Yankees' submachine guns just now, or maybe I've heard the sound of the US military's guns, so this time, except for the two machine guns that clattered violently for a while, it was a bit enjoyable, no matter how I listened to it, I felt that the guns of the volunteer soldiers had a sense of powerlessness - the rate of fire was too slow.

However, although the guns of the volunteers are sparse, the accuracy is still very proud. At the first round of gunfire, dozens of American soldiers fell screaming. This can't help but remind me of the origin of the nickname "Three Guns and Eight Routes", the so-called three guns, that is, the Eighth Route Army's bullets are so small that they can only shoot three shots, and once the three shots are finished, they have to put on the bayonet and fight desperately. It is precisely because there are so few bullets that the Eighth Route Army practiced marksmanship hard, striving to destroy an enemy with every bullet.

On the other hand, as soon as the U.S. troops counterattacked, the guns rang out in patches, the machine guns on the tanks, the machine guns on the ground, and the submachine guns and rifles in the hands of the infantrymen...... In just one moment, the gunfire of the volunteer soldiers was completely silenced. Looking down from my hiding place, the front of the position was covered with bullets and dirt, like a veil.

The enemy approached to fifty meters, and I watched quietly, motionless, like lifeless loess beside me.

The U.S. military was divided into two pulls, one pulled and stopped either lying down or half-kneeling to strafe the mountain, and the other pulled took the opportunity to rush forward, and at the same time completed the action of changing the magazine, rushed forward for a distance and then stopped and fired at the position of the volunteers very tacitly, during which if anyone wanted to change the magazine, they would always shout: "Reloading!" (U.S. military colloquial: reload) "reminds comrades to keep fire." Then the U.S. military, which had been on a covering mission, turned to rush forward......

The volunteers fought back heroically, although their marksmanship was accurate, but the rate of fire of the bolt rifles in their hands was too slow, and they could not stop the pace of the American army's advance, and the dense bullets of the American army also made the volunteers pay a lot of casualties.

The enemy approached forty meters, and I stared closely, my eyes unblinking, and my eyes were as cold as cold snow on the ground.

The U.S. troops cooperated very well, not only with the infantry, but also with the tanks in the rear to suppress the firepower of the volunteers.

However, after a while, several machine gunners of the Volunteer Army were replaced, and one of the machine guns was even blown into a pile of scrap metal.

"......" sounded, and then a small horn sounded in the position of the volunteers. The fighters invariably threw out rows of grenades,

“Grenade！ (U.S. Army Colloquial: There are grenades!) Someone in the U.S. camp shouted, and the U.S. troops fell to the ground.

There was a roar, and the grenade kicked up a cloud of smoke in front of the position, but before the smoke cleared, those American soldiers climbed up again, and only a few American soldiers were killed and wounded. But before they could get ready, the volunteer soldiers threw a new round of grenades, followed by a burst of gunfire, which again hit them on the ground and did not dare to get up.

“Holdyourposition！ Coverfire，Coverfire！ "With the shouts of an officer, the American troops no longer advanced, but stayed in place and fired frantically at the volunteer soldiers. When the volunteer soldiers dropped bombs again, several fighters fell in pools of blood because their targets were too exposed.

"Callthe*FT!" The full name of the flamethrower: FlameThrower. FT is an abbreviation. ”

Here it is, I can't help but feel refreshed when I hear this, it's time for me to do it.

With a rapid shout from a U.S. soldier into a walkie-talkie, three flame gunners carrying two army green gasoline canisters on their backs ran towards the battlefield under the protection of more than a dozen U.S. soldiers. Each flame gunner was guarded by four or five American GIs, some armed with M1 rifles and others with M3 submachine guns.

The M1 rifle has a long range, seven hundred meters, which can provide protection at long distances, but lacks firepower. The M3 submachine gun has a range of 100 meters and can only provide close protection, but it has very strong firepower, and the rate of fire can reach 120 rounds per minute, so the mixed use of M1 and M3 is a very scientific match, which can provide a very comprehensive fire protection for flamethrowers.

They kept in front of and behind the flamethrowers, trotting all the way towards the tank.

I gently turned my rifle and aimed my crosshair at the gasoline canister behind one of the flamethrowers walking in the middle. Even though there were several U.S. troops covering it around it, I could still see a little bit of it from this height. That's why I risked my life to run to the last line of defense, because there was a large depression angle where I could see the gasoline canisters protected by the American army.

I took a deep breath and closed one eye, the fingers of my right hand pressed tightly on the trigger, and the army-green gasoline canister in the crosshair flickered up and down as the American troops ran, and the muzzle of my gun slowly moved with it...... But in the end, I didn't shoot, and let them all run behind the tanks, apparently trying to rest behind the tanks and then rush to the positions of the volunteer fighters in one go.

At this time, the muzzle of my gun was also aimed at the open space between the two tanks......