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Chapter 595: Flesh and blood body shocks the demons, fighting in the Musi River
There is no reason for war.

Where the lines of fire intersect, there is a strong smell of gunpowder and the smell of blood is so strong that it makes people feel nauseous.

The smell of burnt cotton clothes, coupled with all kinds of indescribable smells, covered the entire Ramujia area after the cold wind blew.

But at this time, no one cared about these.

The fleeing elements who set foot on the Mule and Horse Road were hit hard by a round of firepower. The crowded crowd began to retreat. The screams of fear and chaotic gunfire showed the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

The comeback is slow, but the retreat is not slow.

The other side left behind a pile of twisted corpses and retreated in panic.

Chen Jun kept his scope aimed at the guy on horseback. In fact, he didn't care whether this guy was the leader or not. He simply didn't like this guy.

While the other party was retreating in panic, pulling the reins with both hands and screaming, he shot him in the back of the head.

Although the Huishun army suffered such a huge loss suddenly, they reacted quickly. Relying on their large numbers, they withdrew for a distance and then, as expected, began to organize firepower and counterattack against the shooting point.

Under the moonlight, the two sides engaged in a tug-of-war with light machine guns, heavy machine guns, and submachine guns.

After Chen Jun and Wang Jianxing finished the first round, they immediately lay down behind the defensive position, listening to the bullets whizzing overhead. Old Wang took off his goggles, panted, and looked at Chen Jun with a grin.

Seeing that the other party was calm and composed, without any of the nervousness of participating in actual combat for the first time, Wang Jianxing asked curiously: "Captain, this doesn't look like your first time fighting this kind of battle."

"I remember when I first came to the border defense, I fought with this group of Huisui. I lay on the ground with my eyes closed, raised my hands and just fired randomly. After firing a round, my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even take out the magazine."

"You are better than me."

"What are you talking about? I've also won the first-class collective merit."

Chen Jun smiled and joked.

We can mention the first-class collective merit, but we cannot say why we were awarded because we signed a confidentiality agreement at the time.

At this time, Wang Jianxing didn't have the mind to think about these things.

He took a deep breath, and from the captain's tone he knew he was fine, so he continued, "Captain, we've been observing for a whole day, and we didn't find anything different about this return than before."

"But we can tell the difference after the fight. I guess there are people who can give orders mixed in with the other team."

What Lao Wang said was not groundless. To put it bluntly, the Huifu people were just a group of bandits who robbed houses, stole things, and bullied the border residents.

When fighting against the regular army, they can only bully the idlers on the other side of the Mus River, and rarely dare to attack their own border defense companies on such a large scale.

Of course not without.

But in the past, they were the kind of people who would just run away when they saw something was wrong. They were just a group of guerrillas and could not organize a decent counterattack at all.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun did not say a word, but lay on the ground and listened carefully to the gunshots from the opposite side.

From the orderly sound of gunfire, it was not difficult to judge that this group of retreating troops were not just firing randomly during the retreat, but were intending to fight to the bitter end.

I hope the regiment’s support can come soon.

Chen Jun thought to himself that this kind of tug-of-war was a test of both sides' ammunition reserves and firepower.

The other side has several hundred people, while we have less than two hundred. The longer it takes, the greater the losses of the border defense company will be.

Every soldier is a treasure on the snow-capped mountains and a hero of the country. No mistakes can be made.

But in this case, we can only fight hard.

Don't talk about personal heroism or one person fighting dozens of people alone. That's all nonsense. Roll out and see if those rows of bullets outside recognize you.
Tactical arrangements are useless. Guarding the defense line is the duty of the border guards. There is no way to retreat. There is no other way but to defend it.

The tug-of-war broke out completely. Soldiers were hit by stray bullets from time to time. The medical team on the defense line continued to transport the wounded to the rear.

Due to the numerical disadvantage, Chen Jun and the people in the regiment had to join the battle and repel the fierce attacks time and time again.

The battle became tense.

The fighting on the mountain was fierce, and the soldiers at the supply camp at the foot of the mountain were clearing the snow on the mountain road like crazy. They had to clear it.

The snow, which is taller than a person, cannot be cleared away completely, and rescue operations cannot be carried up the mountain, nor can supplies be transported up. The Lamujia Border Defense Company cannot hold out for long.

The leader of the supply camp was a third-term veteran soldier. He was waving a shovel in his hand and even took off his coat, wearing only a thin training uniform.

It's not that he didn't know it was cold, but wearing a coat made it too much of an obstacle to shoveling snow.

The cold wind blew, and the training uniforms were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to the body. However, the veterans of the third term did not care about their own situation at all, and shouted to those beside them: "Brothers, work harder."

"The political commissar of the regiment, the brothers from the artillery company, and the brothers from the engineering battalion are on their way. Time is life. We must clear this section of the mountain road before the people from the regiment arrive."

"Yes!!"

The roars mixed together. The supply camp was used as a material transfer station, and usually there were only a few people stationed there, not even a squad, and there were vast snow-capped mountains.

With such a small number of people, the progress was pitifully slow.

But no one gave up, and no one complained. Hearing the dense gunfire coming faintly from the mountain, the soldiers in the supply camp became nervous.

At the foot of the cold snowy mountain, several soldiers were waving shovels in their hands, with a faint white mist coming out of their bodies, which was the heat evaporating from their bodies.

When the political commissar of the 353rd Regiment led his men to the foot of the mountain, they saw that the road up the mountain had been dug for nearly a hundred meters. Cui Zhongquan picked up a shovel from the back seat of the old jeep, his eyes red, and did not even give a single order.

Be the first to go up the mountain and join the excavation team.

Soon after, more than 60 soldiers from the regiment's engineering battalion also joined in, and the soldiers from the artillery company pushed old cannons retired from the mainland and advanced towards the mountain.

Due to the environment, they cannot drive up the mountain even if they are equipped with self-propelled mortars. On the contrary, this old-fashioned towed artillery can be dismantled more easily.

The moonlight pours down on the snow in the dark night like tiny diamonds, forming a galaxy. The beautiful scenery on the snow-capped mountains is unique.

Unfortunately, no one is interested in appreciating it.

People at the foot of the mountain are fighting hard, and people on the mountain are risking their lives.

The Ramujia Border Defense Company could no longer count how many waves of counterattacks they had fought off.

Just like what Wang Jianxing said before, these guys must have changed their commander. They were smart enough to use the tactic of wearing out the enemy and launching attacks intermittently.

There is no chance to breathe.

The soldiers on both wings of the defense line fought fiercely for several hours, and many veterans were carried back.

This battle was very frustrating, extremely frustrating.

It was obvious that the retreating troops were well prepared, with superior numbers and weapons, and the casualties were increasing.

Seeing that another round of attack was about to come, the dark crowd outside the Mule and Horse Road and beside the Mus River moved again.

Under the moonlight, it was obvious that there were more people coming forward this time.

That's right. The two sides have been in a stalemate for such a long time. Even a fool can judge how many people and firepower there are on this side.

Wang Jianxing stretched his head to take a look and immediately smiled bitterly.

His already cracked lips were oozing blood. Old Wang struggled to take out a small cloth bag from his pocket and stuffed it into Chen Jun's pocket.

"Captain, I've finally figured it out. This group of Huichan is determined to fight us to the death. Using flesh and blood to shock the demons, sacrificing blood on the border, and piercing the green mountains are nothing. I was ready on the first day I came to the border."

"Right now, the company's left wing has suffered heavy casualties. I must go over and bring in more people to fill the gap. If I don't, we may not be able to repel this wave of enemies."

"Captain, give the order to blow the bugle and tell the fellows in the air-raid shelter to retreat. It will be difficult for us to survive this night."

"Inside the cloth bag is a photo of me and my son. I can't let these beasts pierce it. My son has a cute face and a chubby body. I can't scare him." "Xiao Xing, Ermao, you two protect the captain and retreat. If anything happens to the captain, I can kill you after I kill the enemies and come back."

"Everyone else, follow me to the left wing to fill in the defensive line."

After Wang Jianxing finished speaking, he was about to turn over, but his shoulders were held down tightly by Chen Jun.

The left and right wing defense lines are distributed on both sides of the mule and horse road. One side lacks too much firepower. Once it is unable to form cross fire and repel the enemy, there will only be greater casualties on its side.

Chen Jun naturally knew such a simple truth.

But he really couldn't bear to watch his comrades-in-arms sacrifice, because blocking the left wing was equivalent to being at the forefront of the battle, and sacrifice was only a matter of time.

"You stay, I'll go."

Chen Jun's eyes were bright. He held Wang Jianxing's shoulder tightly with his right hand, and then looked at the two soldiers who followed him from the regiment headquarters.

"You two take the chief of staff away. He knows the 353rd Regiment better than I do. It doesn't matter if I'm not the head of the regiment. I haven't learned how to manage this regiment anyway."

"Take Lao Wang and get out."

Chen Jun roared and stuffed the cloth bag that Wang Jianxing threw to him back into Old Wang's arms.

Then he grabbed the assault rifle beside him and headed to the left wing with his back bent.

"Captain, Lao Chen, you son of a bitch, I already have a son, why are you trying to steal his from me?"

Wang Jianxing stood up with a growl, and pushed away the two soldiers who wanted to carry him away. He glared and said, "Blow the horn and tell the comrades in the rear to retreat."

"All of you, follow me. We can carry the captain away, knock him unconscious and drag him away. No one can die here. We cannot let him stay here."

"As the head of the regiment, if anything happens to me at the hands of those who have returned, I will be unworthy of Political Commissar Cui's trust."

Wang Jianxing was a pure soldier. Ever since his leg was injured in the explosion, he fought to the death with this group of Hui rebels.

It is true that Chen Jun is the new regiment commander and a talent transferred from the inland war zone, but to him, a veteran border guard, Chen Jun's value is far greater than his.

Then you have to live.

The soldiers could not stop such a chief of staff and had to follow him to the left wing.

Da da da da
Before Wang Jianxing could rush to the defense line, another round of attack began.

This kind of attack and defense requires no technical skills at all.

There is only a contest of blood and fire.

The fire line light and heavy machine guns are used to suppress the speed of the enemy's attack. At this time, the assault rifle in Chen Jun's hand is completely useless.

He could only replace the barrel of the heavy machine gun and take the place of the sacrificed soldier.

The battle is still going on, but this time there are too many people fleeing back, and the enemy's firepower suppression is even more intense than here.

Chen Jun pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun, lowered his head and fired, but he hadn't fired many shots yet.

Ramujia instructor Bian Wentong grabbed Chen Jun's waist and dragged him back: "Squad 3, where are the people from squad 3? Drag the regiment commander back to the air-raid shelter for me."

The sudden change made Chen Jun unable to react at all. This was never the case in previous wars.

Just as the soldiers of the third squad rushed over to drag the people away, just as Wang Jianxing bent over to fill the position, just as the firepower of the returning elements was the most intense.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard in the air.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

A series of light explosions sounded in the air, and countless tear gas bombs, flares, and smoke bombs were fired down.

It hit exactly the location of the Musi River Bridge.

The area where the fleeing elements gathered was instantly shrouded in smoke, and bursts of exclamations were heard.

When Chen Jun saw this way of fighting, he suddenly felt very familiar. When he looked up at the sky, he saw flares lighting the way.

Six helicopters could be clearly seen hovering in the air, with heavy machine guns in the cockpits sticking out of the hatches and firing at the ground.

This kind of aerial firepower suppresses the infantry at a natural advantage, but this is not what surprised Chen Jun.

It's because of the special terrain of this place that synthetic units can't get up there. Otherwise, a mere thousand retreats would be useless. A tank company could kill them all.

What really surprised Chen Jun was that these helicopters had no other markings on their fuselages except for a ferocious-looking black hawk hunting.

He was very familiar with this logo. It was the Flying Eagle Squad under the Dragon Tooth Commando. Chen Jun was previously in the Tyrannosaurus Squad, which was a purely army combat team.

The Eagle Squadron is an air force combat squadron.

But don't underestimate the Dragon Tooth Commandos. They are a sharp blade in war. Unlike special forces, these commandos are proficient in all combat methods by land, sea, air, space and electricity.

It is also equipped with the most advanced fighter jets and army vehicles.

With the continuous evolution of modern warfare, this is a group of units that exist purely for war. They can cooperate with any main force of the navy, army, air force and space force to give the enemy the most fatal blow when necessary.

Of course, we can't rely on them to fight head-on; that's the mission of the large army.

The people who had originally rushed forward were completely stunned by the sudden attack, and the crowd began to retreat in a swarm.

But it's too late to retreat now.

The veteran of the Ramujia Border Defense Company seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger desperately at the place covered by smoke.

Tongues of flame spewed out, and rows of bullets pressed into the crowd.

Chen Jun knew that the crisis was resolved. The moment the Flying Eagle Squad arrived, these returning elements would surely suffer a great loss.

Ten minutes, just ten minutes later.

The originally dark banks of the Mus River were now filled with the figures of the fleeing elements, waiting for the smoke to clear.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, there were enemies lying everywhere. Even if some of them were lucky enough to escape being shot by running back, they would crawl on the ground with their hands on their guns, not daring to look up.

The soldiers of the border defense company stood up from the front line one by one and looked at the tragic scene. No one cheered and no one smiled.

Because they have been staying here for many years, for them, as long as the shooting is started and the fighting begins, there will be no winner.

Huishan was indeed badly damaged this time, and was even nearly destroyed, but what about our side?

How many comrades-in-arms remained in the snow-capped mountains forever during this battle.

Chief of Staff Wang was right. From the first day they arrived here, many border guards had made plans to repel the demons with their flesh and blood, and were mentally prepared to sleep forever in the snow-capped mountains.

But these are comrades-in-arms who have been together day and night. No matter how many years have passed, whenever we look back on the past, we can recall every journey, every step, every mountain, river, grass and tree we have experienced together.

In war, there is no winner.

All that is left for those who are still alive is endless grief and remembrance.

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PS: I have thought about this plot for a long time. Actually, I want to write a story of passion, confrontation, and fighting. After all, it is a novel, and the protagonist must be highlighted.

But due to certain restrictions, I can't write in detail, and because of some of my own feelings, I think the plot of the border front line should not be mixed with those, so as to restore a small part of the actual situation.

(End of this chapter)