In other words, Frant understood that his judgment had been wrong again. Although the danger came from this direction, it was very obvious that there would be no one on this small high ground, which means that no one could pose a threat to General Van Van Vritte.

But, Frant definitely believed in his existence, there was no danger on the top of the small highland, so where?

Artillery position!?

Frant almost didn't have to think about it, this idea came to his mind. Could it be that there were soldiers from the Chinese army that were going to attack the US artillery positions? Frant couldn't help but think of the military vehicles again, and then recalled the feeling of feeling the same kind of breath at the beginning.

“fuck you!”

When Frant thought of this, he couldn't help but curse in great remorse! Because he suddenly recalled that at the moment he turned around, his eyes could have observed that the third military car on the military car seemed to have moved bizarrely, and then a cold light flashed through there, the movement was very small, and the light was not sharp enough, so he did not attract his great attention at that time, and he didn't even remember it at that time.

However, when Frante determined that the danger came from there, Frante knew that someone must have been hiding in the car at that time, and even followed the car into their artillery positions!

It's dangerous, there may be something wrong with the artillery position!

Thinking of this, Frant couldn't help but be stunned. He only thought that there might be a problem with the artillery position, but he didn't think that there would be any problems!

Because, he was suddenly sure that the military vehicle just now must have problems, but it must not be a big problem, otherwise his feeling would not be that weak. The US military of the seven or eight guards in the last car did not find any clues. In other words, even if there was a threat in the car, only one or two people might have been mixed in and recalled, otherwise it would be impossible for the guard soldiers to be alarmed.

"Tell them, I will come when I go, and ask them to be vigilant and have enemies!"

Frant's eyes flashed with murderous aura, then turned around and stared at the American soldier behind and said, his turn, and then the cold light flashed, making the soldier shiver all over his body, because the gaze was so scary that he could only nod his head passively and tactfully, and even staggered towards the command center.

Frant explained all this, and then ran frantically towards the top of the mountain. He ran very fast and held it in one breath. The little highland was quickly conquered, and then he stood at the top of the little highland.

Surprise appeared again on Frant's face. He looked at his eyes almost unbelievably, because there was no slight chaos in the artillery positions at the foot of the mountain, so the soldiers were working step by step.

"Hurry! Soldiers, you have to hurry up! Our second charge is about to begin. General Smith wants us to shoot artillery immediately! But you guys have not brought the bombs over yet. Do you want me to put you in the barrel of the gun and shoot them out as shells?"

"Hurry up, bastard, if you don't hurry up, I will definitely not mind letting you line up for two days in the morning every day. You will definitely regret your performance today..."

A slander appeared on the US military position on the hillside. Several officers were commanding a group of soldiers to the edge of a military vehicle, and then shouted at the soldiers:

"You bastards, please open the puff and remove all the shells at this time for me. I will order you to complete this task within ten minutes!"

Under the loud roar of the officers, the American soldiers showed little diligence. They began to untidy the cloak behind the military vehicles one by one, and then teams of American troops separated, with about eight people in charge of a car and began to work hard.

However, the US military transported this time did not notice it, and Frant on the mountain saw that among the row of military vehicles, there was actually a military vehicle's cloak that was opened. It seemed that it did not close, and the US military transported did not need to open it again.

Sure enough, Frant's brows immediately frowned. He knew very clearly that the third military vehicle was the one he began to feel was not very good. He had felt a dangerous existence on this military vehicle, which means there should be enemies in this vehicle. The two opened bulbs may have been done by the enemy in the vehicle. Then they hurriedly left and opened the bulbs.

No, he left in a hurry. So how could the cloak on the third car be pulled away to both sides? And it seemed to be at their roots, and it was still fixed? The enemy actually crawled out in a hurry. How could he still have time to do this almost unnecessary action?

Confusion surged into Frant's heart. He looked at the scene in confusion. Standing above the small high ground, he unconsciously walked down, but he still felt something was wrong. This situation was too contrary to common sense.

However, he was still thinking that a group of about six or seven US troops had already begun to approach the military vehicles, and then they pulled the archponbu even more without paying attention, and then opened the door. Then a US military began to climb up the car. He must have thought of going to the car to unload the shells!

It was also at this moment that an indescribable panic suddenly arose in his heart. Frant's face turned pale in strange way. At that moment, he felt that the sky seemed to be falling. A powerful fear that had never been heavy was covered his heart. He suddenly wanted to do something, and he wanted to shout out at the same time.

"Stop, hurry! Stop quickly! Don't unload ammunition!"

I don't know where that feeling comes from, nor what the source of this fear is! But Frant's feeling is like this, because this feeling has saved his life many times in the fight. He just subconsciously roared out. He felt the threat, and at the same time he thought that the cars were loaded with shells. If these shells would detonate...

When Frant thought of this possibility, he couldn't help but shudder, because he saw that people were everywhere on a not-so-large artillery position, ammunition was everywhere, and six cars were placed on this flat ground...

Oh my God! If this place explodes, the hillside will be razed to the ground! So, driven by this strong fear, Frant couldn't help but roaring desperately.

"No! Stop! You can't move! This is an order!"

Frant's urgent scream sounded above the little highland. Fortunately, his warning came very much, and it was also because he was wearing the uniform of the Navy Commando, which made his words seem very convincing. Under his roar, several enemies, including the commanding US officer, couldn't help but look at him.

Frant's roar, and the figure running downward, and his tone of no rejection, finally alarmed these American soldiers. When the soldiers looked at Frant and the others involuntarily stopped, they were somewhat confused and looked at their commander.

The commander was a US captain, who was probably the commander of the artillery position. He also saw Frant's appearance. Although the transportation matters are urgent now, he also knew that as a US lieutenant of the US Navy Commando, he was probably not so bored and would joke with him on this battlefield in order to let them slowly carry shells to bomb the volunteers. Although he was not sure why the US Navy Commando came to him, he still frowned and waved his hands at the soldiers carrying ammunition, signaling them to stop.

"Damn it, it's really troublesome. What's this guy going to do here? What's the relationship with him when we move the shells?"

The US military jumped to car No. 3 was lifting a shell box hard. When he pulled it, he felt that the shell was really not light. In fact, he had just held it in his arms, and Frant's voice came. Then he saw his captain wave his hand, so he threw the shell box down and randomly again impatiently.

Of course, he didn't see that he threw it. The lead that he had not dragged was completely pulled. While the box fell on the military vehicle, it made a crisp sound, and at the very bottom of the car, a squeak sound was also made. The carefree American soldier didn't hear this sound. Of course, he wouldn't care even if he heard it. But what he didn't expect was that it was precisely because of his action that a gun that had been forced to lift on the hillside quietly sank into the grass again. The gun that suddenly appeared suddenly disappeared, making the seemingly empty bushes look extremely strange.

"Lieutenant, why don't we let us move? Don't you know that the general called us just now. The battle must be prepared within ten minutes, and our infantry will launch a second attack on the opposite Chinese army?"

When Frant finally ran to the artillery position, the captain stood up and greeted him. The two saluted each other. The captain's face showed a hint of unhappiness, but he still politely said to him Frant:

"Lieutenant, do you want your brother to attack the Volunteer Army's positions without the cover of artillery fire? In that case, I think it's better to ask them to commit suicide!"

The captain made clear and unceremonious words that clearly stated the hardships that the US military had to experience in attacking the Volunteer Army’s positions. You must know that the US military is a firepower unit. Once the firepower is lost, the children of these infantry will not be able to fight. Frant made the artillery no longer prepare artillery shells to attack the Volunteer Army’s positions, which undoubtedly killed the soldiers of the 31st Division of the US infantry.

"Captain, please forgive my recklessness!"

Such a little downhill running could not make Frant breathe, so he seemed extremely calm when he said these words. Of course, the other party was a captain of the US artillery group after all, and he showed enough respect, and he said seriously:

"I can confirm that there have been enemies lurking on the military vehicle you unloaded. Maybe they are still around. Given that the enemy has always been very cunning, I am worried about the enemy's actions in it. I suggest that the shells of several military vehicles be inspected before deciding to carry them!"

"As for the shelling for a while, and General Smith's anger, I think General Van Varret will explain it to you. I am the general's personal bodyguard, and I can tell the general the whole story..."

A trace of surprise appeared on the captain's face, but there were still many doubts in his heart. Frant said that if they didn't fire, just say one sentence. However, once Major General Smith was investigated, he would be in trouble. However, Frant was still good at doing things. He seemed to think of what the captain was worried about and did not even want the captain to ask him. He took the initiative to let his concerns be eliminated, but instead took the responsibility to himself.

Take it for granted, when the captain heard Frante's explanation, his face became much better, and at the same time, a smile appeared on his mouth, but at this moment, before Frante finished speaking, the huge panic in his heart flooded his heart like a volcano erupting. When Frante entered, he suddenly smelled a familiar and terrifying smell. He couldn't help but scream subconsciously:

"No! What does this smell...No...it's a grenade, a volunteer...no. This is the smell of the Soviet Molotov grenade..."
Chapter completed!