Chapter 301: Chapter 166: [Bloody Battle at Steel Saw Ridge] Shocked Blue Star People (5k Double-Length)
Meng Hao increased his pace and rushed up the cliff.
As soon as he climbed up, he saw not far away a Japanese soldier holding a rifle yelling ’Banzai’ while rushing over, with bombs strapped to his body.
Looking youthful, he might not even be of age.
This is what Blue Star players find terrifying.
Because the Japanese not only kill others ruthlessly but are also ruthless to their own. During this time, they have driven many civilians to take bullets.
You should know that in Europe, civilians also help the military resist the enemy.
But that’s voluntary.
Whereas here, Japanese soldiers force them with guns to charge towards the United States, as suicide attack expendables.
Meng Hao pulled the trigger of his gun.
Bam!
Although he aimed for the forehead, it hit the leg.
The Japanese soldier stumbled and rolled to the ground, instantly disappearing among the multitude of corpses.
Even if he wanted to fire a follow-up shot, there was no way.
The ground was cluttered with too many bodies. A quick sweep couldn’t relocate the original position or figure, so Meng Hao didn’t linger and instead followed the main forces to start the attack.
Unlike the previous assaults.
This time, a plan was discussed beforehand to employ a gradual assault.
Each gained ground was swiftly fortified.
This could maximally ensure the survival of climbing soldiers, and with a constant stream of soldiers, the tough bone would inevitably be cracked.
Meng Hao swiftly moved to the front, joining the soldiers who were among the first to climb and began fortifying the position together.
They relied on the fortifications for defense.
With a steady influx of soldiers, another defense point was quickly constructed, and Meng Hao was preparing to move to the next defense point at the front.
Suddenly.
Meng Hao’s gaze caught something, he turned around sharply, his pupils dilating:
"Holy shit!!!"
The initially shot Japanese soldier crawled over at some point—when Meng Hao looked over.
That Japanese soldier grinned maliciously on his blood-and-mud-smeared face and tossed a lit bomb towards Meng Hao.
And Meng Hao could only manage a gasp.
Boom!!!
Flames of the explosion swept over, Meng Hao’s vision blackened, feeling like he was hit by a truck, his organs and viscera seemed to shift, hurling him through the air.
Only a sharp ringing remained in his ears....
The screen plunged into darkness.
Inside the live stream, Blue Star people and the perspective-into-darkness Meng Hao had no options.
Who could have seen this coming?
Holy shit!
That demise, those who survived couldn’t blame Meng Hao; after all, it was beyond calculation.
Yet a few seconds later everyone realized something was wrong.
The screen was dark.
But it hadn’t returned to the main interface.
Not dead?!
Meng Hao widened his eyes, damn?
Are they playing me?
This can avoid death?
Have they underestimated my experience with bombs?!
However.
Truly surviving.
As time passed.
Moments later.
Meng Hao realized he could control his body, slowly opening his eyes and struggling to get up, surveying the surroundings.
By now, it was dark outside.
The battlefield reeked of gunpowder and blood, intermittent artillery fire echoed, and the United States soldiers were absent from the fortifications.
It appeared they had been repelled once more.
Only the rustling sound from afar indicated searching; Meng Hao’s lips twitched.
No need to think; it must be those Japanese devils.
Might as well have been blasted to death; the thought of possibly being finished off soon made Meng Hao grit his teeth.
Upon attempting to move, a sharp pain radiated from his lower limb.
Looking down.
His ankle was swollen, grotesquely twisted.
Sprained and fractured.
Moving was impossible.
Meng Hao crawled on the ground, reaching for a nearby weapon, checking it to find bullets that could enable a struggle.
Might as well take a couple of devils with me.
Thinking of this.
Meng Hao loaded the submachine gun, crawling to find a body to lean against for firing, then narrowed his eyes waiting for the Japanese devils to approach.
However.
Before the Japanese could search here.
Meng Hao suddenly heard a rustling sound from behind.
Another survivor?
Utilizing the darkness, he cautiously turned his head, realizing under battlefield conditions, he dared not gamble whether it was a Federal soldier or a Japanese devil.
Meng Hao turned his head, slightly opening his eyes.
A helmeted silhouette; scavenging bodies.
Helmet?
Clearly a United States soldier.
But... who’s so bold?
Venturing onto the cliff to scavenge the battlefield?
Typically, after a fierce clash, everyone returns to their own; they clean up below, and now someone ventures above.
Chasing money at all costs?
As the figure approached, the frail frame muttered ’Oh God’ or such.
Meng Hao and the Blue Star audience realized it was Doss.
Seeing Doss approach, Meng Hao felt a bit unsettled by his odd demeanor but quietly called out:
"Doss?"
Hearing the voice, Doss looked up.
Seeing Meng Hao still alive, joy spread across his face:
"Great, you’re alive."
Then hurried over, noticing Meng Hao prostrate with the swollen, deformed ankle, repeatedly attempting to lift Meng Hao but failing.
Seeing this, Meng Hao couldn’t help but ask: