The enemy's bombardment lasted for an hour and a half, and it was not until 5 a.m. the next morning when the 'color' and 'foggy' light were 'dark' that the sound of artillery gradually became quieter.

"One row, follow me!" Realizing that the enemy's artillery fire was stretching backwards, I waved my hand backwards and rushed out of the tunnel with only one platoon of troops.

Dust and smoke billowed from the position. What unfolds in front of us is a mess. The trench that was more than one person deep just now could not even cover its knees, and all the fortifications on the surface positions were flattened by artillery fire, leaving only large and small overlapping craters. The air was filled with the smell of incendiary bombs and the smoke of artillery shells, and the sun could only see a dark yellow outline in the thick smoke, and the whole world was like a dark hell.

But I know that this is just the beginning.

"Get into position!" As soon as I gave the order, the warriors followed me and ran deep and shallow towards the top of the mountain.

It is said that it is a deep foot and a shallow foot, because the soil on the position has just been turned over by shells, and even the stones have turned into powder, and the whole small ground is as soft as a large piece of freshly baked cake, and stepping on it is like stepping on a cotton 'flower', and the whole foot is sunk in it.

When I ran to the top of the hill, I saw that the barbed wire, trenches, and firing points made of stones arranged by the soldiers on the top of the hill were long gone. I didn't think about it, so I jumped into a crater. And a rifle was erected on the side of the crater. The fighters also found their positions and prepared for battle.

Slowly poking his head out of the crater to take a look, I couldn't help but be startled by the scene in front of me. At the foot of the mountain, the enemy's steel helmets were swaying, round and round, like rolling waves. Behind them. More than 30 tanks lined up in front of the road, their black "holes" and "holes" with their barrels raised high, turning from time to time to shoot at suspicious targets, while the machine gunners on them were holding machine guns in their hands and waiting for them. More than a dozen planes "woo-la." A thud swept over their heads and swooped down on our position,

Looking at this lineup of the enemy, I couldn't help but 'gasp', the enemy in front of me was black, there were two battalions of small troops, and we were now in the formation with only a platoon of more than 50 people. Such a comparison of forces, no matter who sees it, will put the bargaining chip of victory on the side of the US army, not to mention the support of the enemy with aircraft, artillery, and tanks.

This huge gap makes me feel weak for a while. I couldn't help but want to bring more people up. With so many enemies, it is very likely that we will occupy all our positions in one turn, and bring in a few more people. At least you can be brave for yourself!

But after thinking about it, I finally held back. As soon as the fighters were brought up, the dense personnel on the hilltop position was the time when the enemy's planes and artillery came into play.

"The machine guns on the gnawing enemy planes rang out, and a barrage of bullets hit me near me, kicking up a cloud of dirt. Then two bombs were dropped very arrogantly, and with the "boom." Two sounds, the ground on the battlefield was already blown up crispy and soft, and this time it was bombed like this, and it was even more happy to 'mess' everywhere.

I didn't even pull my neck because I knew the plane was bombing aimlessly. It is very difficult to see a few people on a high-speed plane, not to mention the smoke and fog on the position, so that we can barely see the sun in the sky, let alone the pilots on the plane.

I can feel the nervousness and excitement of the American pilots, I haven't been at war for months, haven't I? Since China and the United States sat down at the negotiating table, US warplanes have seldom been dispatched, and when they have been dispatched, they have only bombed some targets such as trains and automobiles. There is no challenge at all. Now it's finally on the battlefield again. And it's still some living targets, soldiers. Coupled with such a strong lineup, this battle can almost be said to be won, "so a 'stir', without seeing the target at all, came a burst of 'shooting'"

The two highlands of Shangganling are very steep, and there are walls everywhere. In the words of the American troops who attacked these two heights, even if there were no enemy defenders on these two heights, it would be difficult to climb up with bare hands. This made the upward movement of the American troops very slow, and some enemies even carried their rifles behind their backs and climbed up with their hands and feet. What makes me strange is that this time the U.S. military did not attack us in a straggler formation, as usual. But thinking about it, I quickly understood that the reason why they used a dense formation attack uncharacteristically was first of all because they also felt that it was a battle without suspense. More important. If we were to attack us in a straggler formation on such a steep terrain, it would almost be possible to say that one by one they would climb up and practice our marksmanship."

Seventy meters!

The enemy pressed up like a flock of sheep, and their machine gunners were as arrogant as a bull invincible in the bullring, and they walked up with their guns in their hands, and 'fired' at our positions with their guns in hand. But I think it's also determined by the terrain under their feet and the dense formation of the American troops, on such steep terrain. The Heavy had a hard time finding a suitable spot where they could lie down and 'shoot' without being blocked by their comrades in front of them.

Sixty meters!

I looked at the soldiers lying beside me, some of them had rows of grenades in front of them with unscrewed safety covers, and some of them had equipped their rifles with Kawakami bayonets, so that the enemy would come and fight them 'hand-to-hand', and their state was ready to be in position.

Fifty meters!

The enemy was coming at us like a 'tidal' wave in the smoke, and the steel helmets on their heads glistened at our feet, and I thought that if I picked up a single stone, I could hit several of them. But I still didn't give the order to 'shoot' at us, because on the terrain of Shangganling, the US troops still couldn't throw grenades at us at this distance. There's a good chance that their oval grenades will roll back and blow themselves up.

I want them to pay a more painful price for this light attack.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer.

The further she went, the more cautious she became, and the slower her she became. They raised all kinds of weapons in their hands, cautiously pointed at the positions of our troops, and covered each other's advance. But because the terrain is too steep and their ranks are too dense, they look a little 'messy'.

Suddenly, one of them raised his hand and waved it forward, and the Americans quickly picked up speed and charged at our position, where they were making a final charge.

"Hit!" Almost at the same time, I shouted and pulled the trigger, and the U.S. officer fell on his back on one of the U.S. soldiers behind him.

In an instant, the position was like an explosion. The fighters threw the grenades that had been prepared in rows towards the enemy positions. Those with light and heavy machine guns and submachine guns in their hands smashed their weapons with a loud noise, and the dense enemy in front of them fell in pieces like harvested rice.

Don't look at the weapons in the hands of the volunteers, they are not as good as the US military, but the Soviet-style weapons bought from the Soviet Union are still very dense in bullets when they start a war. As soon as the triggers of the machine guns and submachine guns were pulled, the bullets rained down on the enemy, only to make the enemy cry wolf and blood and "flesh" fly. The effect of the grenade is even more needless to say. A couple of grenades were dropped, only to hear "boom." A few sounds, there were *** US soldiers flying into the sky in different postures, and even some US soldiers were hit by the impact of grenades, and one of them rolled towards the foot of the mountain without standing firmly, and they were going to die for half their lives.

We fired the weapons in our hands, and we also knew our position, and the dozens of tanks at the foot of the mountain where the enemy was covering the task turned their muzzles towards us in an instant, only to hear a 'chaotic' sound of roaring. The earth and rocks in front of the position flew in chaos. The machine gunners on the tank 'fired' at us in patches of bullets, and the dense bullets and shrapnel flew around our heads, so that the soldiers could barely lift their heads.

But fortunately, we were all condescending, because of the problem of 'shooting' angles, the bullets and shells that the enemy 'shot' from the foot of the mountain either flew over our heads or hit the earth and rocks in front of us. Sometimes, the shells missed a little, and the earth and rocks that were blown up flew back upside down, and they smashed the American troops attacking us on the slope and complained bitterly, so that the American tanks no longer dared to 'indiscriminately' open fire.

"Bang bang bang I knocked out the bullets in the gun in one go, and then loaded a magazine as fast as I could.

I don't know how many enemies I knocked out. At this time, I didn't have the heart to count at all, I just knew how to 'shoot' bullet after bullet out of the gun as fast as possible, and try to knock out all the opponents who might pose a threat to our soldiers.

"Bang!" A bang. An enemy machine gunner who had just poked his head out from behind a rock was knocked to the ground by a single shot. I didn't see what he looked like until the last minute, but one thing is for sure, he's smart. Because he knew to set up a machine gun on the rocks first, and then wait behind the rocks for a while. After making sure that there was no fire on his side, his head suddenly popped out.

He chose a good position, so that if he succeeded in firing the machine gun, he would most likely succeed in suppressing a part of our army's small firepower and allowing his comrades to rush up through the gap. But what he didn't expect was that there was already a bullet waiting for him outside the rock. And whether it is a smart head or a stupid head, without exception, it cannot stop the close contact of bullets.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out.

It was a flamethrower. There is no doubt that in such a situation where the geographical advantages are so different, the flamethrower 'ejector' can play a big role. Because once he gets close to our position, as long as he pulls the trigger, the fire dragon that erupts from his hand can suppress us for more than ten seconds.

On the battlefield, more than ten seconds can change the entire battle situation. But he didn't have that chance. Because my gun is already on him.

Actually, I noticed him when he was 'mingling' in the crowd and sneaking up and down. He also knew what he was carrying. The oil drum is very conspicuous, and it is also known that it will attract the "priority" of enemy bullets. So I ingeniously wrapped the two oil drums behind me with an American coat. It should be said that his camouflage is very effective, because in the *** US military in front of him. In this tense 'scuffle' battle, no one pays attention to what he is carrying. I almost got cheated by him, but it's a pity. I've used this thing before, and I've burned a dozen U.S. troops in one go. Maybe that's why I'm particularly sensitive to the flamethrower he is holding.

But I didn't shoot him the moment I found him, because I thought he was still useful.

So I kept paying attention to his existence with half of my 'essence' energy. Until he charged at us with the crowd of provincial acres. I just pulled the wrench...

The first shot I shot him in the little 'legs', and he fell to the ground with a grunt, 'exposing' the two oil drums wrapped in his coat on his back.

He was undoubtedly a smart man as well, and he quickly realized what was about to happen, and raised his head and looked in my direction with a pair of blue eyes full of fear. There was despair and fear in those eyes. It's more of a begging, "but none of that stops me from pulling the trigger, because I know that on the battlefield it's either you die or I die, and mercy can only stand aside."

Then, with the sound of a gunshot, a flame suddenly erupted in front of the position, encircling the American troops who were about to charge at us. Suddenly, a burst of hissing and lung-splitting shouts penetrated the sound of gunfire and broke into my eardrums, and more than a dozen small fire men frantically shouted and ran in front of me, some waved their hands and couldn't distinguish the direction and still rushed towards our army's position, but they were soon knocked down by a shot from the soldiers, some rolled on the ground, and some even jumped to the foot of the mountain."

In order not to be 'affected' by the fire, the American GIs dodged and retreated one after another, and under pushing each other, more than a dozen US troops fell down on an unstable footing. Seeing this scene. The weapons in the hands of the fighters were even more joyful. With bursts of gunshots, one by one the American troops fell in a pool of blood, and the front of the position became a world of blood and fire in a short time.

The battered, exhausted, bloodied American troops had just retreated, and before we could catch our breath, the American troops in brand-new uniforms rushed up from behind. They were not in formation, and like locusts, they poured up on the corpses of their companions who covered the slope. At the same time, enemy planes also joined the warband. Seven or eight planes screamed like flies above us, and from time to time they swooped down to fire a string of bullets or drop a few bombs.

Fortunately, the smoke was billowing from the battlefield, so that those planes had no target at all, and the number of fighters on our positions was small, so we did not suffer many casualties.

The U.S. military has also begun to fight with wheels, and I can't help but feel a pang in my heart when I look at the U.S. troops rushing up one after another. The U.S. military, because of their numerical superiority, can attack us in batches, but it is very difficult for us to do so. It's not that because of our small numbers, one platoon of us just now can block a 'wave' of the enemy's attack, which means that we can completely use another platoon to replace us and rest.

However, the problem is that the US offensive is too compact, and the first 'wave' has not retreated before the other 'wave' has reached the halfway point of the mountain. This made me afraid to take this risk, because it was very likely that the enemy would take advantage of our change of guard and take our position in a small rush.

The enemy, who was thinking of another 'wave', rushed in front of him again, and with my order, the warriors once again fired all kinds of weapons in their hands.

The battle reached a 'fierce' level, and one of the fighters threw off his torn cotton jacket, grabbed two grenades and threw them at the enemy. A gap was blown open in an instant in the enemy's "wall" built by men, but there were so many American soldiers attacking that they blocked the gap in the blink of an eye, and continued to desperately rush up to our position. The fighter reached for it again, only to find that the grenade had run out. The rear was not sent in time. So he raised the rifle in his hand and "bang" it was a 'chaotic' fight. But the number of enemies was too many. The rifle in the soldier's hand was too slow to stop the flow of people rushing up from the enemy, and seeing that the enemy was about to rush up from here, the soldier suddenly picked up his bayonet and rushed towards the enemy with all his strength."

There was a chaotic burst of gunfire, and the warrior's body had already been damaged by the enemy's bullets when he rushed towards the enemy, but he still rushed to the enemy with his last breath and the only remaining consciousness. The bayonet in his hand was horizontal, and the enemy's offensive stalled because of the horizontal bayonet and the bloodied "corpse" full of bullet holes.

This is only a few seconds. It was a few seconds that this soldier had bought with his life and blood, and it was just a few seconds that a soldier with a submachine gun on our front line replenished his combat position in time, once again plugging the gap that seemed to be about to be broken through.

The enemy's planes swooped down from the sky with a roar, and several rows of dense bullets swept down, causing sand and rocks to fly in front of the position, and several fighters guarding the forward position unfortunately died in a pool of blood.

The American troops in front cheered, and rushed towards our positions while strafing and 'shooting' with submachine guns.

One, two, "three." "More and more enemies are breaking through our defenses, and the Americans are almost seeing victory at the sight of hordes of enemies about to tear through here and rush into our positions. But at this moment, in the midst of the pile of corpses, suddenly a bloody man stood up. Holding two white smoke blasters in his hands, he almost stumbled towards the surging American troops.

With a loud "boom", a *** corpse flew up in the sky, and blood and stumps were 'shooting' in all directions. Originally, it was still a place of *** people, but at this time, only corpses were left all over the ground. The warrior vanished without a trace.

I could only look at the bright red in front of me with nostalgia. At least there's that hero's blood in it!