At the Yangui Mountain position, the Lu troops that had been charging had begun to retreat. Anyone could see that a large-scale artillery bombardment was about to hit.

Faced with Wu Hao's insistence, a lieutenant colonel advised him earnestly: "Sir, at present, there are less than one regiment of troops left in our position, and the divided positions outside are also being continuously eroded. According to the current situation,

It seems that it is impossible for our reinforcements to arrive on time. Once the agreed time comes, our troops will definitely be demoralized, and we will not be able to fight this battle by then!"

"Regardless of whether reinforcements arrive or not, it is our mission to hold on for eight hours! If even I, the commander of the theater, run away, Jin Qinhuan will never be able to hold his head up!" Wu Hao was tired of everyone's advice: "Supervise the battle team to load the bullets.

, whoever dares to retreat will be treated as disturbing the morale of the army! Let all wounded soldiers evacuate the battlefield and send these family letters to the rear!"

Seeing Wu Hao's resolute attitude, the adjutant could only follow the usual instructions: "Check the contents of these family letters, and don't let some negative remarks affect the morale of the rear!"

Wu Hao waved his hand: "That's all, tens of thousands of my soldiers have sacrificed their lives, what else can't be said?"

Five minutes later, there was a roar in the air, Lu's artillery fire began to fall towards Yangui Mountain, and what followed was a large-scale infantry charge.

A frontal attack is very costly. In order to defend the Yanguishan position, the soldiers in the third theater have no way to retreat. The remaining troops who choose to hold on can only be passively beaten in place.

Seven hours and forty minutes.

There are only twenty minutes left before the support time promised by the headquarters.

This calculation method of support time is generally relatively sufficient. For example, reinforcements can arrive within five hours, but the holding time given above must be higher than five hours.

It only takes two hours to travel from the Second World War Zone to the Third War Zone, but the headquarters has given eight hours of holding time, and there has been no news until now, which can already explain the result.

An atmosphere of despair spread on the battlefield, but no one backed down. Even when they knew they were about to die, they resolutely rushed towards the enemy. Every inch of the land was stained red with blood, and people fell with every step they took.

At the Yangui Mountain command post, the adjutant held a telescope and saw that the soldiers on the last line of defense had been defeated. His voice trembled: "Sir... we have lost! The third theater has been lost!"

"Fuck you! I'm still here! As long as there's one soldier on the battlefield! We're not fucking defeated!" Wu Hao roared with red eyes: "Guard company, unsheath my swords and guns and load the bullets.

! We have no way to retreat! Because behind this mountain is our hometown!"

The adjutant looked at Wu Hao's appearance and wept sadly: "Sir! Jin Qinhuan is not in danger yet. If we retreat, there is still hope..."

"You're fucking nonsense!" Wu Hao grabbed the adjutant's collar, pointed at the rainforest behind him and shouted: "Look clearly! Look clearly where that is! The enemy takes one step forward, and the rear is one step closer to danger! Let's put on our clothes

This set of military uniforms is to prevent the refugees from compromising on the chaebols! If we take a step back, we will be sorry for the Jiangdong elders! We will even be sorry for our own conscience!"

"Boom!"

The last two artillery pieces in the position began to fire, and the light and heavy machine guns also launched suppressive fire, and began to resist another round of Lu's charge.

Wu Hao pushed away the adjutant and jammed the bayonet in front of the rifle: "Everyone has bayonets loaded! When the enemy comes close, charge me! Today, let me defend the territory with my remaining souls! Turn into the spring breeze and envelope the Jinqin Ring!"

Let our hundreds of millions of refugees take advantage of the wind and rise! Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away! It’s easy to do it together!”

"The will lasts forever!!!"

Roars surged through the mountains, and the smell of blood in the air impacted everyone's sanity and made them forget about death.

Veterans of the revolutionary army such as Wu Hao personally held the battle, inspiring everyone's bloodshed.

The refugees' anger and hatred towards the plutocrats, the system, and the class were ignited in an instant.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the light and heavy weapons of the Revolutionary Army positions were removed one by one, and the distance of the infantry charge became closer and closer.

At the moment Wu Hao was about to rush out of the trench.

From behind, the charge horn sounded!

Looking back, a group of civilians who didn't even have military uniforms roared in unison and rushed into the Yangui Mountain position.

Men, women, children, old and young, women, children, sick and disabled, there were tens of thousands of people.

The Yanguishan position, which had been silent, was once again boiling.

Those who came to support were residents and workers from the nearest town.

Led by 300 police officers, they launched the largest-scale attack on the chaebol by refugees in history.

Even though they were armed with weapons from the town arsenal, the equipment was still insufficient. Facing the cluster of artillery fire, these people did not know how to dodge and had no tactics. They just took their lives to fill the battlefield.

They just want to hold on for one more second so that reinforcements can arrive. They just want to receive one more bullet so that their compatriots will receive one less shot.

At this moment, there is no difference between soldiers and civilians on the battlefield. They seem to have returned to the same group, refugees!

At this moment, the fighting on the battlefield has seriously gone out of shape. This can no longer be called a war, but a resistance!

The people who came to support fell one by one. As Wu Hao said, behind the mountain is his hometown.

No one fights for money or interests, just for the belief called freedom!

Refugees!

Resist!

All Jin Qinhuan's efforts were rewarded in the most tragic way at this moment.

…

In Lu's command post, Lu Zuo held a telescope and looked at the sudden change of the Yangui Mountain battlefield. He raised the corner of his mouth and showed an extremely sarcastic expression: "Revolutionary army? What kind of combat power are they using? Women and scouts.

?Look, even old women who are dozens of years old are going to the battlefield with a walking stick!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter in the command post. No one respected Jin Qinhuan's will to resist. In the eyes of these chaebol officers, refugees who dare to resist will only die!

"Faith cannot stop bullets, and unity cannot withstand artillery fire! The spirit is commendable, but in the end it is in vain!" Lu Zuo withdrew his sight from the battlefield and waved his hand: "Notify me, the troops will engage in hand-to-hand combat. These bastards are not worth wasting bullets. Since you are willing

If you want to be a living target, let the troops practice bayonet fighting to stimulate their bloodiness and warm up for the upcoming battle!"

The messenger received the order and was about to turn around and walk out when he found Lu Tao standing at the door and paused.

Lu Zuo turned around and looked with anger in his eyes: "Lu Tao, I told you, stay away from my war! Are you fucking turning a deaf ear to my words?!"

"This is no longer your war, but our war with you."

Another male voice came, and then Lu Meng, dressed in casual clothes, appeared next to Lu Tao.

"Lu Meng! How come you, a traitor to the party, are here!" Lu Zuo had a premonition of something bad, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "Come here! Arrest them! No, execute them on the spot!"

"Do you think you can step on my head just because you took over the command? You should fucking see clearly! They are all my soldiers here!" Lu Tao roared, then looked at Lu Zuo frivolously: "

By the way, we also have a bet, right?"

Lu Zuo's breathing was rapid: "Lu Tao, listen to me, your current behavior is..."

"Da da da!"

A series of gunshots erupted one after another inside Lu's command post.


Chapter completed!