There are few places on fire on the ground on my side, so the US troops are crowding into this place. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Almost every American soldier has an M1911 pistol, and the melee combat is advantageous.

My cat was in a crater, dodging the dense bullets, casually throwing the last grenade in his hand, delaying time.

The Type 38 rifle itself is nearly 1.3 meters long, and once it is densely packed, it is not very easy to play, so I have to hold the bayonet in my hand and prepare for close combat.

A black-faced American soldier rushed to the edge of the crater, and when he saw me, he quickly raised his gun, and I stabbed him in the leg and ripped him off the crater.

Several more U.S. troops came up from the crater, and because I was entangled with the U.S. soldiers who fell into the crater, they held their guns but did not dare to open fire.

The longer it dragged on, the worse it became for me, and I hit my head on the bridge of the nose of the wounded American soldier to get rid of his entanglement, and then stabbed him in the abdomen.

“fuck！” The two U.S. soldiers jumped down with a shout, raised the butts of their rifles and smashed them at me, one left and one right.

"Humph!" I pushed my back hard to the left, kicked the American soldier on the right away, and then turned and stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the American soldier on the left.

The well-developed chest muscles of the American soldier jammed the bayonet and could not be pulled out for a while, and the American soldier behind him pulled out the dagger with a red eye and a backhand.

"Bang!"

Sideways to dodge the attacking dagger, unhooked the falling American pistol holster with one hand, and killed the American soldier holding the dagger without even looking at it.

"Bang Bang"

With the pistol, I was like a fish in water, and a few shots knocked down several American soldiers who rushed up later.

Quickly pulled out a few magazines, picked up the dagger and climbed up the crater.

There was a shout of killing on the battlefield, and the surviving volunteer soldiers and the American soldiers who rushed up fought together. The volunteer soldiers in the back were blocked by the flames and couldn't come up temporarily, and the volunteer soldiers in front were in a desperate situation. Physical strength, equipment, and numbers are not all dominant.

Just when I thought I could only find a way to retreat, the volunteer soldiers on the front line made a choice that shocked me.

Several volunteer "corpses" with fire on their bodies suddenly got up and rushed towards the approaching American soldiers, and rolled into the fire with them.

The shocked U.S. troops could only watch their comrades roll and howl in the flames they had made, and the only thing they could do was to shoot and help their comrades relieve their pain.

Before the American soldiers who were in grief and anger came to their senses, a wounded volunteer soldier gave them a fatal blow again!

The soldier dragged his broken leg and crawled near the U.S. troops, and suddenly jumped up and threw himself into the crowd of U.S. troops, the explosive bag he was holding in his arms was burning.

"Boom!"

The explosives package cleared a large gap in the dense crowd of U.S. troops, leaving behind mutilated corpses everywhere.

"Kill!"

The remaining dozen or so volunteer soldiers, covered with scars, raised their bayonet rifles and rushed towards the shocked American troops without hesitation.

"Puff"

The bloody bayonets pierced through the bodies of the American soldiers, and these American soldiers also fought bloodily, enduring the pain in their bodies, holding their rifles and not letting go. The surrounding U.S. soldiers stabbed bayonets into the thin bodies of these volunteer soldiers with red eyes.

Before the American soldiers who had succeeded could rejoice, they ran away in panic, and the volunteer soldier who vomited blood pulled the grenade tied to his waist.

"Boom!"

The explosion of grenades sounded one after another in the melee crowd, and these brave volunteer soldiers were fighting at the last moment of their lives!

With tears in my eyes, I found a grenade and stuck it in my belt, picked up a rifle and rushed forward. What tasks, what spaces are all left behind by me, and there is only a constant influx of enemies in my eyes!

A rifle in my hand, picked or smashed, and the impenetrable attack forced the enemy to retreat step by step.

"Bang!"

A pistol bullet hit me in the shin, and I fell to one knee with a limp foot, followed by two more shots in the chest and arm.

The American soldiers learned to be obedient, no one stepped forward, and the grenade I pinched in my hand was useless. They stood outside the blast range of the grenade and raised their rifles.

I smiled bitterly, I didn't know if I was counted in the resurrection quota given by the loudspeaker.

"Da Da Da"

Dense gunfire rang out behind him, and the American troops in front of him fell one after another, and the unique gunfire of the 38 Dagai made me understand that this time I had picked up a life.

In the face of the follow-up reinforcements of the volunteers, the American soldiers collapsed. They left the wounded behind, screaming and crawling towards their positions, several times faster than they had attacked.

Having driven the enemy off the heights, the volunteers did not pursue, but quickly cleaned the battlefield and evacuated the wounded. This time, the US military lost a lot of casualties, and the intensity of the retaliation must have been great.

Carried to the rear hospital, I met the busy Wang Li and the others, who were wearing red cross armbands to help treat the wounded in the hospital.

It was Zhao Xue who treated my injuries, she seemed to be a little absent-minded, and looked at the high ground from time to time to be distracted, probably worried about Jiang Yitao and them who were on the front line again.

When I took off my cotton clothes, I realized that my injuries were not as serious as they looked, and that a fatal shot in the chest was blocked by a kettle, which I was glad to have stuffed into my clothes for a sip of hot water.

There was only a bruise on the arm, and the leg was relatively serious, and a through-hole was punched, but fortunately it did not hurt the bone. After bandaging, I returned to the position, and apart from some difficulty in moving my feet, nothing else affected me.

It may be that the casualties were too heavy, and the US military then gave up the attack, and the two sides remained undisturbed until the evening.

The soldiers were burying the bodies of their comrades, several charred corpses that made everyone cry secretly, and the sacrificed soldiers and the enemy hugged so tightly that it was impossible to separate.

"Crazy, crazy..."Anthony looked at the dark corpse with blank eyes, and kept muttering, such a thing was difficult for him to accept.

"Why don't you just bury it?" Li Ziyun asked while covering his mouth that he had just finished spitting.

"No volunteer soldier wants to sleep with the enemy after death!" I stared at him for a moment, then drew my knife and limped over to the corpse.

I cut off the shoulders of the enemy and that separated them. The charred flesh was so glued together that the steaming entrails flowed all over the floor after being forcibly torn apart.

"Wow, gag"

No one in the vicinity could stay any longer, so they covered their mouths and ran to the side. Only I put my comrades-in-arms into the pit one by one without changing my face and buried them with soil.

A few newcomers couldn't eat at dinner, and as soon as they saw me, they couldn't help but lie on the side and vomited, which made me baffled.

When the night was completely dark, the superiors issued a battle order, tonight we will sneak attack the enemy's defense line and strive to take it in one fell swoop!

Unfortunately, because of my injury, I had to stay on my side and watch.