Chapter 33 299 Battle of the Highlands (7)

The so-called born in sorrow and died in peace! Although the US military cultivated from the greenhouse, although it has modern equipment, although it has a whole set of scientific combat theories, although they have also undergone the most scientific training, they ...... After all, they still lack the spirit of daring to fight, dare to fight, and dare to die like real soldiers!

The volunteers chased after the American troops, with rifles and bayonets...... Easily knock down the US troops who fell behind one by one. Some of the American soldiers, who knew that they could not escape, simply knelt on the ground and raised their hands.

The volunteers rushed all the way to the foot of the mountain, and originally wanted to continue the pursuit, but at the end of the road, a group of 200 American troops suddenly ran out to meet them, and the volunteers gave up and returned to their positions with more than 30 American prisoners.

In the daytime, if you go head-to-head with the U.S. military on a road that is not dangerous to defend, it is not a wise choice in any way.

Seeing that I had repelled the enemy's attack, I put away my rifle and hid in the dugout. After fighting a few battles with the American soldiers, I basically already know their combat habits, as long as the American troops retreat, the shells will come up in a short time.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for another bombardment to rumble. Since I came to this world, I have heard the sound of bombing one day, and I got used to it when I bombed it, and it doesn't matter now. That is, if there is a little noise, the ground is shaking, I will be playing the drum next to me!

I loaded the rifle with a new magazine in the dugout and fiddled with it boringly.

At this time, a sudden burst of hot air rushed from outside the cave, which was really unusual in the cold and snowy North Korea, and it also carried an unpleasant smell of gas and gasoline.

Napalm, I quickly understood what was going on, this smell was too familiar to me, the last battle of the Nameless Heights was this gasoline bomb that caused our company to lose more than half of it at once.

I hurriedly took off my cotton clothes and blocked the entrance of the cave as tightly as possible, but fortunately, the entrance of this air-raid shelter is small, and it is not difficult to do it.

It's just that I remembered that last time I was able to survive by filling snow cubes in my cotton coat, this time......

Before I could get mentally ready, I felt a burst of heat in my hands pulling the padded jacket, and I secretly screamed bitterness in my heart, and endured the pain for a while, until I saw that the fire had burned through the cotton clothes, and I had no choice but to throw the cotton clothes out.

There was a raging fire outside the cave, which made me feel hot and dry, and at the same time, I felt that it was difficult to breathe, and my nose and mouth were filled with the smell of gasoline everywhere.

I didn't dare to rush out, because of my last experience, I knew very well how powerful this napalm was, it was a viscous chemical mixture, and once a person stuck to even a little bit, it would burn on you for a long time. And you can't beat it, because the more you beat it, the more it burns. At the same time, it is also poisonous, and the poisonous substance can quickly flow through the blood vessels in the burn area, and even a small hand burn can be enough to make a person unconscious or even die.

So I could only frantically hold the earth out, and there was only one way to extinguish this fire, and that was to cover it with dirt so that it could not burn because there was no oxygen. Fortunately, after several bombardments by the enemy, there were many pieces of soil that had fallen from the roof of the air-raid shelter, but this soil was far from enough, and all of them were piled up, which only made the fire in front of the cave a little smaller.

The gas was so smoky that I burst into tears, and I kept closing my eyes, but forcing myself to open them, hysterically tearing down the sticks next to the bomb shelter and then chiseling the roof of the cave again.

At this time, I don't care if I will be crushed to death or buried alive by these falling earth and rocks, what I care about is that I can't just be suffocated and smoked......

Finally, after all ten of my fingers were bleeding and even a piece of my nails fell off, the fire at the entrance of the cave was finally extinguished by me, and there was a clearing in front of me, and I crawled out of the bomb shelter with the only bit of consciousness, although the air outside the cave was still mixed with a lot of gas smell, but compared to the air inside the cave, it could be called life-saving nectar.

The fire was still burning all around, and the temperature around me was so high that I could even feel my eyebrows and hair starting to curl from the overheating. But I didn't care about any of that, all I knew was breathing greedily with my mouth wide open, the bellows sound in my throat, and the feeling of my heart pounding violently and the lobes of my lungs scaling dramatically......

It took me a moment to regain consciousness and slowly stand up with trembling feet, only to realize that this little mountain had become a mountain of flames in just a moment. The mountains are burning, the earth is burning, the stones are burning, the corpses are burning, the snow has long since disappeared, and everywhere there is a fiery red, even the stones are glowing with a faint red. Every now and then, a few fighters howl and rush out of the bomb shelter and struggle to die in agony.

I regret it, I regret why I had mercy on those Americans, and I would have shot them when they were ignited by a gasoline can, and now ...... Is this what they give us in return? Maybe they're still avenging the revenge they just made!

Yes, the Americans were burned by me just now with four tanks and dozens of people, so this time they took revenge with incendiary bombs, or maybe they were in a hurry to flee for their lives, so they wanted to use this quick method to pull out our nail as soon as possible.

I sat down on the hot ground, and with trembling hands I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and pulled one out of it, which was a simple action in normal times, but it seemed so difficult at this time. The cigarette slipped out of my hand several times, so much so that by the time I lit it and put it in my mouth, it was already stained with blood from my fingers.

But I didn't care about that, even though I was pumping my own blood, even though my throat was already smoky, even though my mouth was already thirsty, even though it made me cough one after another, I sucked greedily...... I need something to anesthetize myself, something to make myself less afraid, something to calm myself down......

Napalm is far more terrifying than the enemy's gun, far more vicious than gas bombs, if you are stained with gasoline bombs, then no matter who you are, you will want someone to give you a shot, or give yourself some poison to get rid of it as soon as possible!

"The devil is coming!" I don't know who shouted and let me know that the U.S. military has launched a new offensive.

Holding my breath, I crawled back to the dugout and dug out my rifle in the dirt mound, only to remember that the rest of my bullets had just been burned in a piece of my cotton jacket.

Now I only have eight bullets left in the chamber.