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Chapter 146 The Warriors Bathed in Blood on the Eastern Mountain Peak VII

People often experience short-term deafness and trance after being hit by a huge explosion, shock or sound. This is the brain's natural buffer protection for the human body system and needs to be recovered slowly.

Xu Qing also felt dizzy in front of his eyes. He forced himself to adapt, pulled up the machine gun, and opened fire first.

A round of angry bullets shot out of his hand immediately, hitting the soldiers who were half exposed in front.

These guys were just happy to be the first to rush to the high ground, and then they were the first to suffer, throwing their hands and falling backwards, causing the white American niggers who were still climbing on the steep slope behind to scream.

"Be careful, be careful!"

"How? (How) They're still alive (they are still alive?)!"

"Why are there still people in ambush in China..."

At this time, the mountain was filled with sand, and thick black dust rose up everywhere in the sky. Accompanied by fire and thick smoke, the enemy soldiers could only see clearly the figures lying on the ground.

Xu Qing heard those conversations, but they didn't raise their voices, maybe they thought that there was no one on the Chinese side who could understand Korean and English.

He turned his head quickly, and then blew the most urgent and shortest whistle in the battle:
! ! ! ! !
Mei Sheng was also shouting: "Get up! Get up!"

At this time, the thick smoke had not cleared for a long time, and everyone in the Seventh Company was blown to the ground by the plane, moaning constantly, the soldiers looked at each other, and they all saw a hellish scene, with burning wood, earth, rocks, and sandbags everywhere. Sporadic fires shone but couldn't see each other's faces clearly...

Many people still couldn't get rid of the nausea and dizziness after the shock, they could only struggle to get up from the ground staggeringly, and staggered to their combat positions.

At the time of life and death, no matter how uncomfortable it is, everyone has to hold back.

"Slap the upper body." Xu Qing said.

Under his yelling, everyone immediately opened fire, and rifles and submachine guns shouted in all directions on Dongshan Highland.

Now everyone is extremely restrained in firing bullets, and every shot is aimed as far as possible before firing. If the soldiers are in such a close range, the firepower is pouring towards these soldiers in a fan shape.

At this time, these Korean soldiers climbing up are undoubtedly live targets. They are suspicious, and they can't figure out whether it is a corpse or an enemy army lying in front of them, so the Americans just urged the Korean Smecta to go up Seeing them roll down again immediately.

A Korean officer, seeing his soldiers lying in front of him one by one, turned around and said, "Master Adviser, Company D requests another air support. There are still a large number of Chinese troops left here!"

The white ghost newspapers in the back did not report to Nicholas, and directly cursed: "Idiot! We are all up, do you think we will die too?"

He rang the microphone and shouted: "Get ready to cover, the Sixth Division is not allowed to go down the mountain, all go up, go up!"

No matter how much the Koreans hesitated, there was nothing they could do about being overwhelmed by these American advisers.Going down is the bullets shot by the advisors, and going up is the bullets of the Chinese enemies. They can only cower and move forward, firing the submachine guns in their hands indiscriminately towards places where there may be enemies on the ground, hoping that they will able to survive.

then.

Immediately there was a violent exchange of fire from both sides on the high ground.

Clap clap, clap clap clap...

Bullets muffled like fried beans in the highland air. In the flames and choking smoke left by the plane bombs, it was clearly daytime, but it was so gloomy. Everyone could only vaguely see the figures of the two sides, and then they fired alternately. Mutual cover.

On the thick smoky highlands, in the gray light-colored darkness, only the roaring sounds of wild beasts could be heard. That was the sound of guns exploding and grenades exploding!
In an instant, bullets flew across, and the enemy screamed everywhere. After a while, the South Korean soldiers who rushed in the front two rows were knocked down by the soldiers, and the guys behind also shot at them frantically, and a series of bullets hit them. On the ground, on the surface of the bunker, a large number of deep holes were formed.

The firepower was so fierce that some soldiers fell back after being hit by stray bullets, groaning in pain on the ground.

The whole world became so unreal amidst the hail of guns and bullets, filled with exploding grenades, the sound of bullets hitting, and the black soil spreading from the ground to the sky, making the whole body feel like being in hell.

The enemy soldiers fell to the ground one by one, rolling and screaming. The scene was really exciting, but most of the dead were Koreans. Those Americans were afraid and frightened, so they worked harder to use the guns in their hands.

On the Qilian side, it was just the opposite. After ten minutes of fighting, the density of the firepower network became thinner and thinner.

Liu Zhiyi yelled in the distance: "Report! The third squad has finished throwing the grenades!"

Liang Youdi: "The machine gun squad can last another 10 minutes!"

Ping He kept switching positions from the mountains: "Wan Li, the Americans are very cunning, and it is already very difficult for the cold gun squad to hit the Americans!"

There were deep bloodstains on his face from the bullet, but his eyes remained calm.Waiting for Xu Qing's order.

Lei Gong put down the bazooka in his hand, leaving only the empty and hot launch tube: "...the gun platoon has no more guns, there really are not any left."

Mei Sheng also saw everyone's appearance, opened his mouth, and his body was trembling. As an instructor, he blamed himself and regretted it extremely: "It's just a little bit! Just a little bit—with some gunpowder and bullets, we will definitely be able to keep these enemies in the air." here."

Xu Qing looked around and had a panoramic view of the fighting situation.

He knew that there would be more, but it was not certain.The number of enemy troops is very large, but there are still so many tanks and reserve teams waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Running out of ammunition, running out of food, casualties, no support, no supplies...

The balance of the battle was destined to no longer tilt to their side.

"Pull the wounded away first." He pulled a soldier whose shoulder was mostly pierced, and pressed down his blood-stained body.

After another round of fighting, the gunfire from the Seventh Company's position became thinner and thinner, and the enemy also noticed that their sprint angle and firepower became more and more excited.

Yu Congrong jumped down from the mound and came back anxiously to report: "We have two squads in the front of the firepower platoon, and we are about to be overwhelmed. What should we do!"

Xu Qing hit a white soldier in the crowd twice with "bang bang", he turned his head: "Do you remember what you said about the Seventh Company?"

"What..." Yu Congrong reloaded the ammunition, his mind froze for a moment, he couldn't think of it for a while, but he was still fighting back desperately.

Xu Qing didn't have time for him to think. He looked at the blood-soaked soldiers all around him. They were all in low spirits, but their eyes were hard.

These fighters who usually beat, scold, gag and joke are extremely miserable. They have eaten their last meal without stopping, but they still look like little tigers when they go to the battlefield and shoot.

Even if the enemy's submachine guns hit the high ground like raindrops, the soil was loose like a plow, and the stones were turned white and black, but they still kept their eyes hard and didn't make a sound.

Xu Qing knocked down a few soldiers who rushed over again, as if answering him, or as if saying to the surrounding soldiers:
"When I joined the Seventh Company, you told me that the Seventh Company charged at the forefront on the battlefield, lurked the deepest, and wiped out the most enemies! Interspersed and detoured, divided into joint attacks, taken by surprise, and cleared the way with death, known as the Seventh Interspersed Company ! Sharp knife company! Ever victorious company! Combat model company!"

"Do you still remember? Do you still remember!"

After Xu Qing finished firing the light machine gun in his hand, it was out of bullets. He threw it down and took out his Garand rifle again.

The other soldiers also stopped their gunfire one after another, and stuck behind the incomplete trenches to hide their bodies.Because there is really no bullets to shoot.

In just a few minutes, Xu Qing had killed and wounded dozens of enemies, but seeing the enemy troops rushing upwards in all directions, he felt a long-lost cold and warm blood rushing towards him. Ascending, the hand has already touched the handle of the bayonet:
"Comrades, friends, and comrades-in-arms, the Americans are determined to take down our highland this time. We have no way out... We promised the chief and Yang Gensi that the highland here cannot be let them occupy a part of it." Not a single bit of dirt!"

"It's time for the decisive battle. Pick up the knives in your hands. They are very close to us. The planes dare not drop bombs, and the tanks dare not bomb. This is our only chance. Whether we can survive - depends on us." own!"

Brush, brush, brush!
The soldiers understood instantly without needing to speak, and drew out sharp bayonets.Every time the sword is unsheathed, the result after the battle is the past that they don't want to recall.

But it must be so.

"Are these Chinese people dead?"

"Hey, be careful, the Chinese have a lot of conspiracies..."

The gunshots on the side of the trench fell silent, and the American footsteps began to get closer and closer. They stooped and carefully paced forward with their submachine guns in their hands, probing step by step, aiming at every figure lying still on the ground, Gradually approaching the last small trench.

The enemy is just outside, getting closer.

Lei Gong picked up a bottle of foreign liquor on his waist, took a sip, and then sprayed it on the bayonet to splash a bright white mist. The clear wine flowed over the blade, and the aroma of the wine filled the air, mixed with the smell of blood all over the ground. The sackcloth gently wiped the long and narrow blade, and couldn't help singing in a low voice:

"The big knife cut off the devils' heads. Brothers who are armed across the country, the day of the war of resistance has come..."

Lei Gong's singing is not very pleasant, his voice is hoarse, and it can even be said that there is no tone, rough and old-fashioned, almost chanting.

But listening to this inaudible song, which is only spread in this small trench, the footsteps near the ears are getting closer, the emotions in everyone's hearts are getting more and more turbulent, and the eyes are getting brighter and brighter. The Anti-Japanese Broadsword March more than ten years ago is so appropriate at this moment!

"Look at that enemy, kill him, kill him."

"Our big sword cut off the devils' heads..."

The singing was accompanied by the left and right, and at a certain moment, Xu Qing took a deep breath, twisted the bayonet in his hand, jumped out of the black soil first, and shouted violently:
"kill!"

锃!
Then a bayonet was drawn out.

"kill!!!"

The figures jumped up one by one, their eyes were red with blood, and their eyes were eager to see. They all roared, pulled up brazenly, and waved sharp bayonets to chop off the head of the American devil...

At this moment, the hero jumped out of the trench, and a bolt of lightning split the sky.

(End of this chapter)