Chapter 33: Don't Underestimate the American Blade

  "Fix bayonets, prepare for close combat!"

  "Fix bayonets, prepare for hand-to-hand combat!" The soldiers shouted loudly to each other, drawing out their bayonets in preparation for close combat with the incoming German troops!

  The equipment of American soldiers includes carrying bayonets, and there are also hand-to-hand combat subjects in the daily training at the Army Training Center. However, since Americans usually have much stronger firepower than their opponents in war, they generally do not engage in close-range battles, so it is rare to see large-scale bayonet combat scenes involving American soldiers.

  However, don't underestimate the Americans' bayonet skills, they are also extremely formidable. In China's entire war against Japan, and in battles with Japanese soldiers, there were almost no fights without bayonets; it can be said that Chinese people should have an advantage over Americans in close combat, but in the Korean War, this advantage was almost negligible when fighting against American soldiers. The Volunteer Army usually needed at least three men to take down one American soldier in hand-to-hand combat. This is not coincidental, and you rarely see scenes of Chinese soldiers engaging in close combat with American soldiers in most Chinese war movies. Of course, aside from Western soldiers' physical strength being far superior to that of Asian soldiers, you can't deny that their bayonet skills played a decisive role.

  "Counterattack! Counterattack!"

  It's too close, both sides are so close that they can almost touch each other with a raised hand. Hand-to-hand combat, the kind of fight I least want to engage in, has begun. In fact, there were only about twenty American soldiers who, along with me, counter-attacked the German ambush unit. Of course, the German troops have also been greatly reduced by now. Both sides are fighting with their last bit of willpower, seeing who can break through the other's final defense line first.

  "Kill!"

  The bayonet shone brightly, radiating a cold light as it thrust towards the opponent's chest with great force. Just one charge and half of both sides fell to the ground. If I hadn't dodged in time, I would have been killed by this German soldier who was fighting me, his bayonet piercing my abdomen from below and rising up to my chest cavity. My abdomen now has a huge gash, but fortunately, it's not completely torn open. However, he didn't fare much better either. During our intense fight, when we clashed and parried, I managed to slash open a wound on the base of his thigh, and fresh blood has been continuously flowing out ever since. It seems like I might have severed one of his major arteries. Both sides are already wounded, but neither of us pays any attention to these injuries or bothers to observe our surroundings. We stare intently at each other's movements, panting heavily with our mouths open, gathering strength once again for the next decisive battle that will determine life and death.

  This round of confrontation was actually half a catty and eight taels, although I was also injured, but my movements were not affected. I held the bayonet slightly back one step, arched my waist as if to pounce again. The German sergeant raised his rifle with the same bayonet slightly upwards, the snow-white blade tip charged towards my attacking direction, quietly sealing off all my offensive angles.

  "It's all over! Ah~"

  I let out a loud roar, using all my strength to thrust the dagger in my hand at the German sergeant like a spear. He didn't expect me to attack like this and was caught off guard, trying to use his rifle to deflect the dagger I threw at him, but I pounced on him simultaneously and knocked him to the ground. The German sergeant tried to resist, but I took off his helmet and slammed it into his face, repeatedly slamming it until his face was a bloody mess and he stopped resisting. Having dealt with this enemy, I collapsed to the ground, exhausted from using all my strength, panting heavily, and the severe pain of my wound suddenly erupted, causing sweat beads on my face to seep out due to the agony.

  "To hell with it, from now on I'll never engage in a verbal sparring match with anyone again!" I gritted my teeth and muttered to myself.

  "Captain! Captain!"

  Who? What the fuck is Lin Bernal's voice, yes, it's Lin Bernal. I saw Lin Bernal with a grey head and dirty face leading over a dozen people rushing in his own direction. Lin Bernal, he must have broken out of the German army's pincer movement, but I don't know if his subordinates only have this many people left?

  The Germans in front of me have been almost completely annihilated, with only a few remaining. Although they are still desperately fighting back, they are being increasingly surrounded and overwhelmed by American soldiers. At this point in the war, facing bloodthirsty soldiers, there is no need for an order to take prisoners - everything is just about killing!

  "Linburna! Don't mind me! Go rescue that bastard Josen quickly!"

  Major Heber's mortar battalion had already begun pouring shells into the attacking German troops in front of me, and the German mortar units were gradually losing their suppressive firepower and numerical superiority. The current German attack was now seen by everyone as a desperate gamble.

  "Charge! Charge!" The German officer had also gone completely mad, and disregarding his own life, personally led the charge forward.

  "Get me back! Don't let them come up! This is their last attack!" Johnson's chest had already been pierced by German bullets, and he lay gasping for breath on one side of the machine gun, speaking to the soldiers beside him in a low, weak voice that was almost inaudible.

  "Yes, sir! You must hold on too!" The soldier, with tears in his eyes, suddenly realized that it was a bit unseemly, and he vigorously used the back of his blackened hand to wipe away his tears, but ended up smearing on a big, messy face.

  Qiao Sen's eyes fluttered open, and he couldn't help but smile, but it pulled on his wound again. His mouth corner immediately spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood foam. At this time, he was originally weak, but suddenly his eyes lit up, and with a whooshing sound, he sat up straight, panting heavily, shouting hoarsely in my direction: "Captain, farewell!" After that, he just sat there silently, without another sound.

  Josen is dead, that Josen who often liked to tease me is dead!

  "German devils, I fuck your grandma!" From the beginning of the war until now, I have never called Germans this before, but this time is an exception!

  "Charge! All who can still breathe, keep charging!" My eyeballs have turned blood red, the pain from my wounds has suddenly become numb. Is it time to play with our lives? Unfortunately, the remaining German ambush troops are also playing with their lives. My sorrow hasn't affected anyone, not even one of my own people. Maybe even if I die, only a few people will fight for me, and no one will care about my life or death. In this battle with cannon fire filling the sky, I suddenly thought of scenes from movies and TV shows where people charged forward for someone's sake. It's almost laughable - everyone who goes to war thinks that death is inevitable, even if it's a respected officer who dies there. At most, they'll just shout a couple of times: "The captain is dead! The captain is dead!"

  The battle is still going on, it's just that the fight has reached this point, and there's no way to do anything about it. The soldiers are desperately charging forward against the German remnants' ambush troops, and only by opening up this route and joining forces with Charlotte's troops will they have any hope of survival.

  Rat-a-tat-tat, Major Charlotte was in the middle of a fierce firefight when her machine gun suddenly fell silent. She couldn't help but glare at the nearby machine gunner.

  "What the hell is going on?!"

  "Sir, the barrel is shot out!"

  "Hurry up and change!"

  The machine gunner muttered angrily: "Damn God, if we had just one tank here, it wouldn't be so much trouble!"

  Captain Charlotte glared at the machine gunner and barked harshly at a lieutenant under her command, "Lieutenant Brant, I want you to lead another charge! If we can't take out that German machine gun nest this time, you'll be facing a court-martial!"

  "If we can't take it, you won't see me either!"

  "Alright! Let's go!" Captain Charlotte and Brant said, then ordered the mortar squad, "Mortar, target the machine gun position and give it your all! I want to make those Germans across from us unable to lift their heads!"

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  On the German light machine gun position, a large amount of smoke and dust immediately rose, and terrible shrapnel flew all over the sky above the position.

  "Everyone down! The Americans are firing again!" Without needing to shout a warning, the German snipers alerted loudly, all the German soldiers on the position immediately pressed themselves tightly to the ground in the trenches, letting the shells explode beside them.

  "The Americans are attacking again!" The German lieutenant officer commanding the battle on the position shouted to the nearby German soldiers: "Fire at my command!"

  Blair's fists clenched tightly, muttering: "Damn it, the Germans are playing the same trick again!" He turned his head to look at the tense American soldier behind him and shouted loudly: "Watch for cover! Get down as low as possible! If you see a German, give me a good beating, don't save bullets for me!"

  The German lieutenant gazed coldly at the approaching Brandt through the observation port, "Machine gun ready!" The MG42 machine gunner and the remaining German soldiers immediately made a rustling sound, pulled open the safety catch, and waited quietly for the commander's instructions!

  "300 meters, 250 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters!" The sniper calmly reported the distance of Brandt's position from a corner, and with each number he spat out, the German soldiers' hearts tightened once.

  "Give it to me!" The German lieutenant officer finally squeezed out these three words from between his teeth!

  The familiar rattle of the MG 42 machine gun's ripping through the canvas immediately erupted, with nearly a thousand rounds per minute pouring down on Brant like a torrent.

  As soon as the MG 42 machine gun fired, Brandt's face turned pale. "Damn it, get down, everyone get down!"

  Unfortunately, Brant spoke a second too late, and the MG42 machine gun's bullets immediately turned the leading soldiers into a pile of minced meat. The other two soldiers, who were covering each other not far away, were also blown up by this sudden attack and fell to one side.

  Captain Charlotte peered through the binoculars, watching the intense flames of the German MG42 machine gun, and yelled at the recoilless rifleman, "Give me non-stop fire until it's blown to bits so no one dares touch that machine gun again!"

  Is this kind of thing possible?