Chapter 804 The Last Moment (7) (Chapter Two in One)
The time came to 11:51 in the morning.
There are only about 9 minutes left before this mission is completely over. How many people are still alive on the Songgu Peak position?
In fact, it's not too small to say the least. Counting the volunteers, there are still sixteen or seventeen people.
Compared with previous missions, where there are often only five or six people left at such a time, it can be said that the situation this time is quite good.
The premise is that they can avoid the big move carefully prepared by the soldiers.
As for the other people on the position, of course they died in various postures and reasons in the previous battles, and some of them didn't even leave their bodies behind.
If the situation is a little more specific, the process is probably like this:
Before 21 minutes, Uncle Chu threw away a Thompson submachine gun in his hand with a look of helplessness.
Because in the previous time, when the soldier's signal tower camp was captured, Uncle Chu had long foreseen that the battle here at Songgu Peak would be an extremely difficult battle.
I had already carried a backpack of loaded magazines in the small ammunition depot of the soldiers at that time.
But with so many magazines for submachine guns using 11.43 mm caliber bullets, he only brought this one at that time.
There was no way! They were still facing a big problem at that time. They needed to disguise themselves as puppet troops from South Korea, continue to advance dozens of kilometers, and rush to Songgu Peak.
What would you do if you brought a few submachine guns and someone discovered something was wrong on the way and were interrogated?
After all, the Goryeo puppet troops were famous for being thieves. In order to run faster, they even carried several guns because it was too troublesome to carry one.
Could it be that he, a greasy middle-aged and elderly man of several decades, also knows the Korean dialect of "Axiba~"?
Therefore, in the current extremely fierce battle on Songgu Peak, Uncle Chu encountered the current trouble.
Because he had to face the soldiers who were rushing towards him like crazy; the Thompson submachine gun in his hand never stopped firing.
Therefore, under the excessively intense continuous fire, the many spare magazines in his backpack were not used up.
But the barrel of the Thompson submachine gun in my hand could not be held up at all.
The red barrel caused the handguard below to begin to burn, emitting waves of unpleasant stench and faintly deforming.
This made Uncle Chu understand that if he really continued to fire, the barrel of this thing was destined to explode.
In desperation, he could only throw away the Thompson submachine gun in his hand.
After conveniently picking up the medium-sized rifle left by a dead volunteer soldier lying next to him, Uncle Chu started to fire again.
Raising his hand and firing a shot, a soldier standing 50 meters away was hit, and his left face was so bloody that his flesh and blood flew everywhere.
In fact, speaking of it, those team members with space equipment on the battlefield certainly have more weapons reserves.
The crux of the problem is that there are currently less than 30 defenders on the position, and they are distributed on a position about a hundred meters wide. After the fight, with every carrot and hole in the state, where can there be time to find other people to reserve?
arms.
Compared with the Thompson submachine gun, this automatic weapon has continuous firepower.
A shot like this, with a bolt-action rifle that requires pulling a large bolt, immediately reduced Uncle Chu's firepower in this area.
Suddenly, the dozen or so soldiers who had been shooting at him easily suppressed him.
Then, under the cover of fire from an M1918A2 light machine gun, a group of people accelerated and rushed forward.
Fortunately, the bullets in Zhongfu's formal rifle were actually empty at this moment. Instinctively, Uncle Chu touched his waist, which was the rhythm of throwing a grenade.
As a result, I touched it with one hand and found nothing.
Only then did he remember that the last grenade seemed to have been thrown two minutes ago, killing a soldier and a second lieutenant.
It was also such a situation that Uncle Chu, who had thrown away his rifle, pulled out his pistol, and was suppressed by the soldiers' firepower and couldn't hold his head up, knew clearly:
It seems that he will die here soon.
But it's not a big deal. Generations of generals from the old Chu family have always abided by the idea of dying for the country at the right time and at the right place. This is the heartbeat of a warrior's perfect life.
Compared with the memorial tablets in many ancestral temples of generals, most of the men died in battle before the age of forty.
At such an age, even if he dies in battle and cannot be resurrected, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.
With this thought, lying in the trench, he could hear the footsteps of the soldiers getting closer and closer; finally, it seemed that he could hear the heavy breathing of the soldiers.
Uncle Chu suddenly jumped up from the position, waving the green samurai sword assigned to him last time.
The moment he rushed out, a bright sword light lit up under his wave of his hand, and immediately the head of a first-class soldier flew into the sky.
About forty to fifty seconds later, Uncle Chu, who had been shot multiple times, bled out and died of exhaustion.
However, the body after death in battle, supported by an M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle, still faced the direction of the soldiers and refused to fall.
Facing this Eastern warrior, he still maintained the frozen expression he had before his death.
I don’t know why? Among the soldiers who continued to attack under the urging of their superiors, no one pushed his standing body.
When attacking, they deliberately bypassed him...
Sixteen minutes ago, facing some soldiers who were about to rush into the position, the translator threw down a Type 50 submachine gun that had just been empty of bullets.
The gun wasn't broken, and there was a spare magazine, but he didn't have time to replace it.
Facing the opponent who was about to rush in, he put his hands on the waist pole, made the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" gesture, and rushed out.
To put it this way, the position on Songgu Peak seems to be constantly being charged by soldiers.
The actual situation is indeed like this.
Now, as casualties continue to occur, there are only twenty-three or four defenders left on the position, but they need to guard a position hundreds of meters wide.
And it seems that after receiving some bad news, the offensive troops were increased again, and the attitude of the soldiers became even crazier.
Therefore, everyone on the position found that with constant fighting, the soldiers were suffering huge casualties and were about to rush to the position.
Then, what else can Hu Biao and others do?
Of course, to fight them out, we must not let the soldiers successfully gain a foothold on the position. Otherwise, if they continue to expand the gap to the left and right, everything will be in big trouble.
Therefore, when we were constantly fighting and fighting, someone on the position had no choice but to launch a counter-charge.
The biggest difference is that some people can come back with injuries after rushing out; some people just stay outside after rushing out.
For example, Uncle Chu who just came here, and the current translator.
It was a situation where after they rushed out, no one was left.
After suddenly jumping out of the position, the translator dodged a rifle butt thrown by a soldier on the right, jumped up and smacked it with his right hand.
If we fight, we will fight. Why is the translator jumping up?
Because this soldier didn't know what he had grown up on, he was actually half a head and a half taller than the translator, who was not too short.
If you don't jump up and plan to give the soldiers a shocking effect with the first move, the translator will not be able to do it.
Finally, with an easy jump, he jumped over the tall soldier. The translator who was on his knees suddenly made a "flying dragon in the sky" move and slapped the soldier on the forehead with his palm.
Even in order to save physical strength, the translator did not use all his strength to activate the palm technique.
The palm that was struck out was about 60% of his strength.
But under this palm, the tall soldier's head was smashed to pieces like a watermelon under a sledgehammer.
But a helmet with deep fingerprints left on it was blown away.
The tall soldier was immediately bleeding from seven holes. He staggered as if he was drunk, and finally fell to the ground with his head on his head.
The scene when the helmet with handprints rolled down the hillside.
And the scene of a soldier bleeding from seven holes, staggering to the ground and unable to get up again, really frightened all the soldiers.
In the panic of these people, the translator wandered among them, and his palms were continuously raised from left to right, and he greeted the vital positions on the chests of the soldiers one by one.
Even during the subsequent fighting time, the translator's hand tightened a little more.
But the whole battle process, to use a line from a martial arts novel, is one: you will die if you touch it, and you will be injured if you touch it.
In short, amid a burst of screams and curses from the soldiers, as well as the clear sound of bones breaking, in a short period of time, more than a dozen soldiers were all knocked to the ground.
By the way! This is the first time that the translator has used the ‘Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms’ to fight against a group of ordinary people in an actual life-and-death fight.
The powerful effect of beating people like chopping vegetables immediately made this guy feel like his whole body was being blown away.
What's a pity is that after knocking down the last soldier around him, he suddenly shouted something bad in his heart.
Because he saw at least twenty or thirty soldiers about twenty meters away, looking at him with frightened eyes as if they were looking at Superman.
Without any hindrance at all, they aimed their weapons at this direction.
They didn't shoot before just because there were still people on their side surviving and they were worried about accidental injuries; now, do they still need to ask?
"What the hell! You're pretending to be brave. I should have known there were a few soldiers left behind."
The translator was speechless for a moment and cursed like this in his mouth.
In the end, knowing that it was impossible to retreat to the position, the translator imitated the classic move from Jingwu Sect and rushed towards the group of soldiers for more than ten steps.
He jumped up suddenly, then kicked out, and at the same time, intensive gunshots continued to sound.
Everything is just like those plots staged in movies; it perfectly illustrates the huge helplessness and unwillingness of warriors in this era of hot weapons.
The only difference is that when this guy jumped up, he quietly pulled out the safety pins of the two MK2 grenades on his body.
So, when I was beaten into a stuffed translator and my body fell to the ground with a 'bang~' sound, the power of the grenade explosion knocked down five or six more soldiers...
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Two minutes later, AT and Xu Feng exploded with the power of their blood almost within a minute of each other.
The difference between the two situations was that Xu Feng was facing a group of soldiers and had already rushed to a position about ten meters away in front of the position.
The M3 submachine gun in his hand had just run out of bullets, and there was no time to change the magazine. It could only be that the blood of an intermediate berserker broke out.
He swung the big ax released from the space ring and greeted it directly.
Even if he enters a state of madness, Xu Feng still has a beast-like instinct for danger on the battlefield.
So in the following time, he still remembered that when he rushed over, he kept his waist low to reduce the area where he might be shot.
On the other hand, he held the big green ax in front of him and blocked all the bullets.
So in front of the position, I saw a terrifying scene where this guy could immediately chop everyone into pieces as long as he rushed into the crowd of soldiers.
The mid-level berserker is as powerful as a meat grinder on the battlefield, and this one definitely shines through.
A minute later, AT saw several grenades thrown into the position by soldiers, but the huskies in the paw team were unable to dodge.
Even if he lay down at that time, he didn't know whether he was knocked unconscious or killed directly. Anyway, he never got up again.
Instead, a dozen soldiers took advantage of this opportunity and rushed into the gap in the position.
After AT drew out the big blade, he directly unleashed his intermediate vampire power. He immediately felt an unprecedented wonderful experience after the 20% increase.
By the way, I took another sip of Jason's blood, the kind of blood that was born in the 1970s, and the whole person almost flew up.
It can be said that under the current situation, the young white-collar worker running wildly was as fast as a gust of wind.
The soldiers who rushed in fired continuously at this target, but due to the super speed and amazing agility of the AT, the bullets actually missed one by one.
So soon after, the white-collar workers hacked to death the soldiers who rushed in one by one, and blocked the gap again.
It is a pity that when the five minutes are up and the explosion between the two of them ends, these two strongest combatants except Hu Biao are all finished.
Xu Feng was directly shot to death, and AT fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
Any soldier who rushes up can easily kill him...
Of course, he died so heroically in battle.
In other words, there are only a few people who have to write so many words even before dying, in such a hot war with gunpowder weapons.
In more cases, there is still no way to leave any more last words, and you have to fight to the death.
For example, 11 minutes ago, Shi Polu, who was firing an M2 heavy machine gun at a core firepower point on the position, was hit in the head by a stray bullet.
Immediately, he fell onto the body of the heavy machine gun without even leaving a last word, and the power of his bloodline did not have time to explode.
In the next second, Hanshuang tore Shi Polu's body apart and continued to fire.
Hanshuang, who was sitting in this position, cooperated with the deputy shooter Mad Dog to finish shooting a 100-round ammunition belt.
A 105 mm caliber tank gun landed at this location.
The mad dog at that time successfully escaped, and Hanshuang, who was slightly delayed, disappeared directly here together with the M2 heavy machine gun.
So, finally when the time reached 11:51.
On the position of Songgu Peak, there are still nine people, Hu Biao, Warehouse Guan, Jason, AT, Mad Dog, Poluo, Hanzi, King Kong, and Lao Qi.
Even apart from AT, who is now extremely weak, there are still 8 people left.
In addition, there are about 7 volunteer soldiers on the position, still persisting in fighting; compared with the past, it can be said to be a very good situation.
But at this moment, Hu Biao seemed to suddenly sense something.
He quickly looked towards the hilltop opposite, and then saw the sound of gunfire on the opposite side, which suddenly stopped completely.
In Hu Biao's opinion, all the personnel there should have died in the battle.
And a more serious consequence is that under the circumstances where they were already having an extremely difficult time resisting, the planes of those soldiers will also join the battle on their side.
It was just that Hu Biao had already prepared and was going to be nailed to death on the battlefield no matter what.
Suddenly, there were at least 300 soldiers left in front of the position, and some of them officers and non-commissioned officers tried their best to greet them.
Like a tide, it retreated crazily towards the foot of the mountain.
And he looked very panicked, almost as if he wanted to run away as far away as possible.