Chapter 38 299 The Battle of the Highlands (12)

"Kill!"

"Avenge the company commander!"

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When the American troops rushed up again, there were only about 20 people left in the whole company, but no one retreated, no one was afraid, and the 20 or so people in the whole company rushed towards the American troops approaching the position with bayonets, and the machine guns had long been thrown aside because there were no bullets.

This time, the volunteers also learned to be obedient and waited until the American troops rushed to the position before they moved, so that they could scuffle together with the American troops as quickly as possible, and prevent the American troops with sufficient ammunition from having a chance to shoot us at a long distance.

I almost rushed down with tears in my eyes, and this time I quickly learned the action of my comrades' charges, which is actually very simple, regardless of the faster and faster speed, regardless of inertia, and regardless of life and death...... Completely let go of the pounce, and it will be natural.

There was only the sound of the wind whirring in my ears, only a bayonet in my hand, and only a panicked American soldier in front of me, who had just pointed his gun at me, and then only heard the sound of "pounce...... The bayonet had already pierced deep into his chest, and a slight shock came from the blade, and I realized that it was the cracking of the ribs of the American soldier in front of me.

He fell to the ground like a weightless punching bag, convulsively spurting a few mouthfuls of blood, and then no longer lifeless.

I continued to push forward, pulled out a bayonet and smashed the butt of my rifle into the face of another American soldier who grabbed it. Before he could react, the American soldier rolled over and fell to the ground, spilling blood and a few teeth beside him.

"Bang bang ......" With a few gunshots, I only felt a chill on my head, my hat was knocked away, and I turned around to see that not far away there was an American soldier holding an M1 rifle shooting at me, the muzzle of the black hole was facing me, and I was about to shoot a bullet again, but suddenly a volunteer bayonet pierced his neck, and the sharp tip of the knife showed out from the other side of his neck, and then quickly pulled it back.

Blood spurted wildly, the rifle slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground like an airbag drained of air.

I didn't have to be afraid, I didn't have time to be afraid.

The two bayonets in front of me stabbed at me one left and one right, and instead of retreating, I threw away the rifle in my hand and took two steps forward, because I didn't expect that I would move forward, but the bayonets of the two American soldiers lost their accuracy, so that I could avoid it, but there was still a stabbing pain in my right waist, and the bayonet took away a piece of my flesh, but fortunately, the cold wind poured into the cotton clothes, which made me reduce some pain.

The two American soldiers were not slow to move, and as soon as they saw that I had come to their side, the bayonet had lost its effect, and they reached out to pull out the pistol at their waist.

But they made a mistake, and at this time the fastest was not the gun, but - the hand.

As soon as they pulled out their pistols, I reached out and grabbed them by the neck, and then one against the other. The two M1 helmets slammed into each other with a muffled "empty" sound, and of course my hands weren't strong enough to knock them to death in just one fell swoop. I easily snatched their pistols, and then with two shots they fell to the ground and could not get up again.

"Bang bang bang...... I didn't know that I would shoot left and right, two M1911 pistols were constantly jumping in my hands, and I knew very well that if I stood still and killed a few American troops in front, it would undoubtedly free up a buffer for the American troops behind, giving them time to raise their weapons and aim at us. So I shot all the way down to avoid disengaging with the U.S. military.

One by one, the American soldiers screamed and fell beside me, blood staining the pistol, my hands, my padded jacket......

I had no thoughts, no pity, just knew to constantly point my pistol at the enemy in front of me and pull the trigger. The M1911 is indeed a 45 large-caliber pistol, although the range is not far, but the power in close combat is amazing, almost just hit can make the opponent incapacitated.

The volunteer soldiers behind me also followed closely, holding their bloody bayonets, shouting loudly and stabbing the enemy in front of them one after another.

The U.S. troops retreated like a tide again, and the M1911 in my hand also made a gurgling firing pin, but at this time the volunteers did not retreat, and I couldn't help but think of the company commander who had just died, and it was time for him to give an order.

The soldiers seemed to be red-eyed, and all of them chased the American soldiers like crazy and stabbed and killed indiscriminately, smashing them with the butts of their guns when they were stabbed with bayonets, pinching them with their hands and biting them with their teeth when they smashed the butts of their guns......

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

I shouted loudly, but no one seemed to hear me, and a few of the fast-rushing volunteers had even rushed to the road following the American deserters.

I grabbed a stone casually, looked at the head of the American soldier pinched under Huzi, and shouted to him: "Retreat, return to the position!" ”

After finishing speaking, he pulled up the injured Zhao Yongxin and ran back, but when he looked back, he couldn't help but gasp, we rushed down fifty or sixty meters, and now we were afraid that we would not be in a hurry to return to the position.

Although these 50 or 60 meters are not long, the ascent is not as fast as the descent from the mountain, and I am afraid that we will be put down on the road by the Yankees' machine guns before we reach the position.

I was wondering if I should turn around and kill some of his backers, when a few machine guns suddenly rang out next to me. I saw Liu Mingquan wielding a captured Czech light machine gun in his hand and strafing at the enemy's firing point.

"Platoon Commander Cui!" Liu Mingquan stopped and turned his head, blood dripping from his dirty face, and shouted loudly to us: "You guys quickly retreat, I will cover!" ”

After saying that, he ignored us and just aimed at the firepower of the US military.

I gritted my teeth and said fiercely, "Withdraw!" He dragged the wounded Zhao Yongxin with Huzi, and led the remaining dozen or so volunteer soldiers to retreat and run wildly up the mountain.

Before we could reach the position, the Yankees' machine guns rang out, and the bullets splashed small flowers ......around us, and from time to time there were soldiers falling beside us, but we did not dare to stop for the slightest moment, and ran and climbed up the hill with all our strength......

When I finally rolled over and into a crater, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Turning his head and counting the number of people, there were only seven people who came back alive, but what made me very pleased was that in addition to Zhao Yongxin's injury, Huzi, the old squad leader, Jin Qiulian, and Xiaoshan were still there.

It's just Liu Mingquan......

I turned around sharply and looked down, good fellow, this kid was still shooting in the pile of dead people, and he was not afraid to fight against a dozen firing points of the American army.