With a small horn sounded, the volunteer fighters close to the hilltop position threw rows of grenades at the enemy.

When close to enemy positions and the combatants on both sides are not wrenched, grenades are the best offensive weapon. It can not only blow up the enemy's fire points, kill and injure the enemy in large quantities, but also produce a large amount of smoke so that the enemy cannot carry out 'precise' and accurate 'shooting' attacks on the attacking troops. Experienced veterans know that at this time for the defending troops, it is often the time to see the enemy clearly, and the enemy's bayonets are already in front of them.

After the roar of the grenades, I couldn't help but feel relieved to watch the soldiers fight their way up to the top of the hill. As long as the fighters rush to the top of the mountain, the victory or defeat is almost a foregone conclusion. The stabbing skills of the soldiers of the nephew regiment are not covered, even the little Japan of the year can't please them under their hands, let alone these little Japan under the influence of American culture.

But just when I thought the situation was decided, several flares suddenly rose in the sky, followed by a dense burst of gunfire in all directions.

"Report, the enemy army has been spotted attacking in the west! small

"Report, enemy reinforcements are on the offensive!"

"Report, the eastern hurried high ground is attacking the rear of our 4 Gu high ground, trying to cut off the connection between our army and the large army!"

The reports of the soldiers came to me one after another, and I couldn't help but be secretly frightened, this little Japan's mouth was getting wider and wider, and this time they were not attacking the 4-bladed high ground, but wanted to wrap the high ground in their stomachs. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sneer. This is the whole 8 regiments, can you eat it?

"Mansai Japanese: Banzai". At this moment, I saw that I was facing the ugly hollow high ground that was about to be captured, and the defenders jumped out of the trenches with bayonets in their hands and rushed down condescendingly, strangled with the volunteers who were charging towards the top of the hill.

Legend has it that during World War II, the U.S. military used to put bayonets on the old camp, shouting "Long live." The first "Viva" charge on the Italian battlefield was launched against the German troops stationed on the opposite side. At that time, the German army was attacked by these fierce Japanese American troops, and they all broke and fled one after another, and as a result, the four independent battalions successfully defeated the German army with superior strength and captured many of them, so that the German army looked at these small "Yankees" differently.

But when it comes to fighting bayonets, when did the volunteers be too scared. What the soldiers hope for most is that those United Nations will take turns to compete with us for bayonets, and in the face of these little Japan, they are no exception, and this time when they saw those little Japan rushing down with bayonets, they couldn't help but be 'spirited' and refreshed, and they didn't need anyone to order, and they had a tacit understanding with each other to slightly adjust their formation. And he went up to meet the enemy who was rushing down the mountain.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but secretly praise in my heart, in a sense, fighting bayonets is more like cold weapon combat in ancient times, and the most important thing about cold weapon combat is formation, and the most exquisite thing is to cooperate with each other. The so-called two fists are hard to defeat four hands, this sentence may not be true in hot weapon combat. Just like me, as long as I have a gun in my hand, as long as I have bullets on my body, I don't have a problem if I want to take down ten or eight enemies. But if it's in cold weapon combat. Because of one person's physical strength, time, and inability to take care of both, it is difficult for a skilled warrior to win against two or three enemies at the same time. Of course, if the opponent is a rookie who is scared by a loud shout and can't move, then it's a different story.

The soldiers of the nephew regiment are not rookies, and neither are the soldiers of the four independent battalions of the US army, so it is undoubtedly wise for the soldiers to adjust their formation before taking the assassination so that their comrades-in-arms can cooperate with each other, especially since the volunteer soldiers are still in the weak terrain.

Just thinking about it. The enemy's bayonets had already collided with the fighters. Suddenly, the sound of gold and iron 'crossing', gunshots, beatings, and screams 'crossed' into a piece. The entire slope of the ugly concave heights becomes a world of blood and fire.

Little Japan is not easy. Their superb stabbing skills may have something to do with the bushido 'spirit' they admire and many people play with katana! Like the volunteer soldiers, they also used all the habitual 'nature' of condescending charging on the bayonet, and some volunteer soldiers died under the bayonet because they could not stop the enemy's momentum.

But fortunately, the Volunteer Army adjusted its formation just now, and quickly blocked the enemy's downward momentum and fought with the enemy.

A fighter raised his rifle in his hand to meet the enemy's bayonet, but due to the fact that in the hands of the enemy ... The rifle takes advantage of the weight, and it also contains the inertia of rushing downward, just listen to the "sonor." With a crisp sound, the rifle in the hands of the volunteer soldiers was tilted to the side. The bayonets of the American army continued unabated, and they stabbed into the 'chest' of the fighters without any difficulty. However, when the U.S. military was about to 'draw' back the rifle in his hand with a smile of victory, he was stunned to find that the volunteer soldier had an extra dagger in his hand at some point. The volunteer soldier stood up, took advantage of the momentum of the opponent's bayonet to rush to him, and then with his last breath sent the dagger into the enemy's 'chest'.

No sooner had one of the bearded warriors plunged his bayonet into the body of the enemy in front of him than another one yelled and stabbed at him with his bayonet. He didn't have time to 'draw' his bayonet to block, and he couldn't dodge, because behind him were his comrades. The bearded man knew that if he avoided it, then the comrades behind him would most likely be caught off guard by this knife for him. So he roared and stretched out his hands to meet the shining bayonet.

The blood flashed, and the bayonet "poof." The thud pierced the bearded man's left palm and severed four fingers of his right hand. The fighters behind him quickly rushed up and took out the enemy with a single sword. The bearded man's left hand, which was strung with a bayonet, made his fingers tremble, but I heard him let out a laugh, which seemed to mean that it was worth exchanging a few fingers for an enemy's life!

On the battlefield of bayonet fighting, it is actually very simple, that is, to kill the enemy at all costs. Bayonets, pistols, submachine guns, grenades, and everything else that can be used is used here. Often it is a soldier who stabs an enemy to death, but because the bayonet is left in the enemy's body, he is not in a hurry to pull it out, and then he is stabbed to death by another enemy, and then what happened. The enemy was stabbed to death by another volunteer soldier"

Therefore, on the battlefield of bayonet fighting, it is common to see several people from both sides of the enemy stringing together.

"Captain!" At this moment, a gray-faced communicator came to me in the face of enemy artillery fire and reported to me in a hoarse voice amid the sound of gunfire: "The enemy reinforcements are increasing, and there is a regiment or so, and our scouts have found that the enemy's armored units are bypassing

"Hmm!" When I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned, I was amazed, it was the button infantry regiment of the US army, all of them came up! Although the Niu Infantry Regiment is only a regiment, one of their battalions has more strength than one of our regiments. And their armored forces, needless to say, are much stronger than ours, which have only fifteen tanks, and now they are outflanking again,"

"Inform Battalion Commander Zhong and immediately abandon the frontal Taniguchi." I immediately ordered: "All the tanks 'inserted' between the Huwa Heights and the Sheng 6 Heights, and cooperate with the rest of the soldiers to take the Chouwa Heights and the You6 Heights in one fell swoop." Order the commander of the first battalion to immediately organize firepower on the 4th high ground to provide cover for the penetrating 'interspersed' troops of the battalion commander Zhong, and order the commander of the second battalion and the third battalion to attack the Chouwa Heights and the Sheng 6 Heights with all their might, and be sure to take these two heights before the enemy closes the encirclement! ”

"Yes!" The messenger answered, turned around and distributed the orders among the other messengers, who then divided into several units and ran in all directions.

The current situation is that we are surrounding the enemy on the Ugly Heights and the Spell 6 Heights, and the enemy is surrounding us, and only by quickly eating the Koukou Heights and the 6 Heights will we have a foothold, so that we will not be trapped by the enemy in the valley and pressed and beaten. Either you die, or I die!

So I waved my hand at the soldiers behind me and shouted: "Comrades, the last time has come, for the sake of Chairman Mao, for the sake of New China, rush!" ”

"Rush!"

"Kill again!"

The trumpet sounded, and the warriors jumped up from their shelters, raised their rifles, and rushed towards the recessed heights.

These fighters were directly subordinate to my guard company, and there were more than 100 of them, and they were all selected from the gill regiment, and each of them had one or two unique fighters. Due to the fact that our regiment had lost a lot of strength and had a tight force in the previous battles, this was also the only reserve force in our regiment.

In the previous battlefield, the guard company had not been easily used because of the responsibility of protecting the regimental headquarters. At this time, if you don't use it, I'm afraid that there will be no chance of use.

"Kill!" I shouted too. Rifle in hand, he rushed to the high ground. Xu Yongwei and Zhang Mingxue were almost inseparable, protecting me from left to right. The standard-bearer took the lead in waving the red flag and running wildly towards the high ground.

The red flag of the Volunteer Army is a little strange, because there is no familiar five-pointed star on it, it is just a bare red cloth. In the past, I was also 'confused' about such a regimental flag, but later I learned that this is actually the same reason as the name of our "Volunteer Army".

The reason why we are called "volunteers" means that we volunteered to come to Korea to participate in the war, and we do not represent China. This can prevent the joint *** from burning the flames of war into the country. Therefore, as soon as the volunteers entered the DPRK, they took off all the things that symbolized China, such as collar badges, cockades, etc., and even the 'legs' that every soldier must be tied in strict discipline were ordered not to be beaten.

Sometimes politics is such an inexplicable thing, everyone knows that this is actually China's military is fighting hard with the United States, but because the United States does not want to expand the war in the international situation, and at the same time does not dare to expand the war, it even acquiesces in this practice. Even a large part of MacArthur's dismissal was because he kept clamoring for the war to be brought to China."

So, the military uniform of our volunteers is like this red flag, bare and nothing, just a hat and an ordinary cotton coat, if it is not for the gun in his hand, at first glance it looks no different from the common people. I think that's why the KPA guys always laugh at us as guerrillas!

But it's one thing to dress well or not, and it's another to be able to fight.

"Boom!" Several loud bangs, several grenades exploded among the soldiers, and more than a dozen fighters were immediately blown aside and died without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The U.S. troops had the advantage of being condescendingly on the top of the hill, and they could throw grenades at us from a distance to block our reinforcements, and one of them even landed only a few meters away from me. Fortunately, Xu Yongwei and Zhang Mingxue moved quickly, and the black shadow net of the grenade was thrown down, and I was thrown to the ground by the two of them without saying anything. So I only felt a gust of hot wind blowing overhead, and the shrapnel didn't hurt me in the slightest.

I couldn't help but push Zhang Mingxue away from the body, raised the rifle in my hand and aimed at the top of the mountain.

I had to stand, because only then would the view not be blocked by the fighters in front of me. I have to admit it's dangerous to do that, because it's on top of that mountain. As long as one enemy notices me and the rifle in my hand in the dark, there's a good chance I'll be finished.

I have to admit that I didn't think about the consequences of doing so at this time. I am the commander of a regiment, and if I am killed by the enemy, the troops will not collapse, because according to the military regulations of the volunteers, if I die, someone will soon come up. But this will at least affect the morale of the fighters.

But once people are red-eyed on the battlefield, they won't care so much, I just think in my heart that I can't let those little Japan throw grenades again, and I can't let the soldiers sacrifice like this!

"Bang!" With a bang, a U.S. military netted out of the trench and was knocked to the ground by a single shot.

If the US troops want to drop grenades to block our reinforcements, they must lean out and throw the grenades as far away as possible, otherwise it is very likely to throw them into the crowd of "melee" and cause accidental injuries, which also gives me the opportunity to snipe them.

"Boom!" It didn't take long for an explosion to be heard from the individual of the American soldier who had just been killed by me, and it was assumed that the grenade that he had not yet thrown exploded in his trench.

That's where the sniper comes in, and sometimes the value of a bullet is more than just killing an enemy.

"Bang bang" followed by a few more gunshots, and I pulled the trigger again and knocked down several American soldiers who were about to drop grenades. Then, to my surprise, I heard a loud bang from the American camp, and a flame like a mushroom cloud rose into the air, startling everyone who was fighting on the battlefield.

You won't have such good luck! I secretly said in my heart, this should be the US military's own grenade that detonated their shells!

"Kill!" After being stunned for a moment, the soldiers roared, and rushed towards the top of the mountain brandishing bayonets while the American troops had not yet come to their senses when they were bombed."