Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"The enemy is approaching, cheer up!"

The sound of the explosion also reminded the Darkblade warriors that the enemy had already gone up the mountain.

The position has shrunk, and there is no need to keep an eye on the intersection. What the soldiers need to do is to eliminate every enemy that appears in the field of vision as much as possible, and prevent them from entering the position.

When the last rays of the setting sun shone on the mountain peak, rice army soldiers wearing steel helmets appeared on the top of the mountain one by one, outflanking Dark Blade's position from three directions.

I don't know who fired the first shot, followed by intensive gunfire, bullets with flames streaked across the air, making a whistling sound.

After encountering the blocking, the rice army soldiers immediately stopped charging and launched a fire attack on the dark blade in place.

On this hillside of two square kilometers, 94 dark blade fighters and nearly [-] soldiers of the rice army launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and the Mi Army, relying on its firepower advantage, began to change its tactics.

First use rockets and other powerful weapons to focus fire for a round, and then let the infantry charge.

This style of play poses a great threat to Dark Blade.

Due to the limited range of the position, the soldiers had no more places to hide, and could only rely on a few hills in the position to reduce the damage caused by the rockets.

Similarly, this kind of terrain also brought a lot of trouble to the Mi army, unable to carry out a large-scale charge, and the impact on the ground was much smaller.

If the dark blade does not retreat, the Mi army will not be able to advance, and the two sides will fall into a tug-of-war.

The Mi army has sufficient ammunition, and has been trying to suppress the dark blade with this advantage, but the dark blade has limited ammunition, so it can only shoot as accurately as possible.

At this time, the soldiers all missed the rifles they used before. Although the rate of fire was slow, they were accurate.

To say that the intensity of this battle is not very strong, after all, the number of Dark Blades is there, even if dozens of people shoot a volley, they will not be able to exert much power.

The lack of numbers can only be compensated by flexible tactics. The soldiers usually change positions every few minutes. This kind of guerrilla warfare is a headache for the Mi Army.

They couldn't tell how many volunteers there were.

Seeing that it was almost midnight, the commanders of the Mi Army at the foot of the mountain were anxious.

"Damn! There are only three hours left, and there is still no progress!"

Nearly six hours have passed since it got dark, and the pace of the rice army's attack has always been blocked outside the position, unable to move forward any further.

The task time stipulated by the Eastern Front Command is getting closer and closer. If they can't return to the second line of defense within the specified time, everyone knows what will happen to them.

"We can't drag it on any longer. We must concentrate our forces, break through the positions of the volunteers and then encircle them. Otherwise, we don't know when this battle will end."

After discussing with several rice army commanders, they finally decided to stop the attack. After a temporary rest, they gathered forces to launch a general attack from one direction, abandoning the previous multi-directional attack tactics.

The moment the gunfire stopped, Qiao Lin's whole body went limp, and he sat directly on the ground. After six hours of high-intensity fighting, everyone's body seemed to be hollowed out, and even breathing became a thing. Very laborious.

"Count the number of people and check the ammunition."

Qiao Lin stood up from the ground leaning on his gun, and found that the enemy had not retreated. He understood that they were resting temporarily, and a new round of offensive might be launched at any time.

"Instructor, twenty comrades died, and the company commander was seriously injured!"

The battlefield is so big, the soldiers are all together, and the statistical results will come out soon, Zhang Xiaoshan reported to Qiao Lin with sobs.

"What? The company commander is injured?"

Qiao Lin couldn't care about anything else, and ran towards Wu Qianli.

At first, Qiao Lin wanted Wu Qianli to follow him, but he was rejected.

Wu Qianli thinks that just taking care of Lei Gong is enough to distract Qiao Lin, and he doesn't want to become Qiao Lin's burden too.

In addition, Wu Qianli is the company commander, the more he is in danger, the more he must take the lead, so he insists on being with other soldiers.

In fact, during the battle in the morning, Wu Qianli had already been shot twice, but he missed the vital point. It was only because of limited conditions that he did a simple bandage to stop the bleeding.

During the blocking operation at night, Wu Qianli was first torn apart by shrapnel from a rocket, and then hit his chest by a stray bullet.

But because the battle was too tense, he didn't care about treating the wound at all, so Wu Qianli relied on his willpower to survive until now.

When Qiao Lin rushed over, Wu Qianli was too weak to move.

The severe blood loss made his face extremely pale, and he looked a little scary in the night.

A few soldiers were helping him bandage, but unfortunately it was useless.

The place hit by the stray bullet happened to be the lungs, and every time Wu Qianli took a breath, there was a whirring sound like a bellows coming from the wound.

"Captain!"

Qiao Lin knelt down and held Wu Qianli's hand. It was cold and without any warmth, and his tears welled up all at once.

It seems that since entering the peninsula, the company commander has taken good care of himself, and he has always supported him.

"I have to take a step first, and I can't welcome the victory with everyone."

Wu Qianli lay on the ground and said very weakly.

"Captain!"

There are thousands of words in my heart, but apart from these two words, Qiao Lin really doesn't know what to say.

"I can see Mei Sheng!"

Wu Qianli sighed, touched the wound, and began to cough, blood froth gushed out of his mouth.

Lei Gong, Yu Congrong and other veterans of the Seventh Company also rushed over and stood behind Qiao Lin without saying a word, their faces full of sadness.

"Is this the only person left?"

Wu Qianli looked at the veterans of the Seventh Company, there were less than ten of them together.

When entering the peninsula, there were 150 seven people, and now only these people are left.

Chapter 110 The Dignity of a Soldier, Kill Kill Kill

Wu Qianli's eyes dimmed a lot, he closed his eyes, trying his best to hide his sadness.

Everyone knows that no one can survive in a war.

But no one wants to die, especially his closest comrade-in-arms.

"I'm not a good company commander. I didn't lead the Seventh Company well. Qiao Lin, thank you. Without you, the Seventh Company wouldn't be here today!"

Wu Qianli raised his right hand, saluted Qiao Lin with difficulty, and then his arm went limp. This military salute exhausted all his strength.

"Company commander, you have to hold on!"

Qiao Lin could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears.

"You are still a child! I always regard you as my younger brother, but unfortunately, I can no longer accompany you!"

Wu Qianli wanted to wipe Qiao Lin's tears away, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't raise his hand.

"Jolin obeys!"

Wu Qianli suddenly raised his voice.

"To!"

Jolin stood up straight as if reflexively.

"I appointed you as the No.13 commander of the Seventh Company, and from now on, you will be the commander of the Seventh Company!"

Wu Qianli looked at Qiao Lin standing in front of him and said, the voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear.

"Yes!"

Qiao Lin didn't refuse any more, saluted, and accepted the order.

"Promise me one thing!"

Wu Qianli coughed again.

Qiao Lin quickly squatted down and took Wu Qianli's hand again.

"You must survive, don't let Qilian fall..."

Wu Qianli looked at the young man with a face full of relief, he believed that he would be able to do it.

"I promise you, I promise you anything!"

Qiao Lin's tears flowed down, and Lei Gong and the others were also weeping.

"When the red flag is flying, we will toast the martyrs with fine wine. Comrades, goodbye, I really miss you... ah..."

The corners of Wu Qianli's mouth raised slightly, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

He closed his eyes, a little unwilling, a little regretful, what he couldn't let go of the most was the Seventh Company, these comrades in arms, and Qiao Lin.

"Captain!"

Qiao Lin lay on Wu Qianli's body and burst into tears, feeling that a mountain in his heart had collapsed.

After walking for five thousand miles, he finally fell on the battlefield.

He didn't wait until the victory came to sprinkle wine on the grave of his comrades-in-arms, and he couldn't see the seventh company recovering its number.

A great life and a glorious death, he interpreted the meaning of a soldier with his short but brilliant life.

One Wuqianli fell down, and thousands of Wuqianli stood up, volunteers, never give up!

"Instructor, the enemy has started to move, but they gave up the previous attack from three sides, and the hit force will attack from the east!"

Soldiers responsible for observing the enemy's situation came to report the situation.

"Company Commander, don't worry, I assure you, the important thing is that if I don't die, the Seventh Company will not fall!"

Qiao Lin wiped away his tears and said to Wu Qianli in a low voice, then stood up, and roared sadly but firmly: "Assemble!"

The remaining 73 warriors of the Darkblade quickly stood together.

The results of the ammunition statistics came out, and there were only two magazines left, that is to say, there were only [-] bullets left in the entire Dark Blade, which was less than one bullet per person on average.

Wu Qianli's sacrifice made everyone very sad, and Qiao Lin's heart was cut like a knife.

He finally realized how Wu Qianli felt when Mei Sheng died.

But the battle wasn't over yet, Qiao Lin knew he couldn't be defeated.

He promised Wu Qianli that he would not let Qilian fall.

Now that he is the company commander, he must carry the banner of the Seventh Company.