"Lao Hu, what should we do now? How about you take the seriously injured and evacuate first?"
Hiding in a position where the concept of trenches no longer exists, at the edge of one of the craters, the white-collar AT officer asked Hu Biao anxiously.
The time now is already 1:45 noon, specifically a few minutes after the 2,000-pound aerial bomb was dropped on the position, causing horrific damage.
Facing the people on the left wing, Qian Xiaobao was the only one left dead.
Of course Hu Biao chose to stay and help with the defense. At the same time, seven or eight people including AT, Jason, Tiedan, Swordsman, and Hanzi also rushed over to provide support.
This number of people is indeed a bit small, but the people alive on the battlefield now include everyone from the Central Continent team.
As long as there is only one person who died, there are only forty or fifty people left.
They were scattered throughout the entire position, and there was a serious shortage of personnel everywhere.
When AT and others just arrived here, the ground troops and air troops of the soldiers probably had reached a consensus on the accidental injury incident and started a new attack.
On the ground, the soldiers, who had replenished some of their troops and numbered more than 300 people, stepped on the corpses on the ground and launched an attack.
In the sky, a Mustang fighter also reappeared.
The sound of the ZB60 heavy machine gun being fired by Lao Hei also sounded again at this moment; but compared with the momentum of the first three guns firing together, it suddenly weakened a lot.
The threat to soldiers and aircraft has also weakened somewhat.
So when faced with a situation, every person in the position knows that this time they cannot withstand it.
Facing the AT's inquiry, Hu Biao took off the cotton hat that was covered with sand on his head. He used the relatively clean inside to wipe a handful of blood on his face and threw it away heavily.
Then, he said bitterly:
"Retreat! The war has reached such an extent, do you still have the nerve to retreat? As long as you become a deserter, even if this mission is completed, will you still have the face to see others after returning to the modern plane?
Go for it! Take the initiative to charge and get involved with these soldiers. I can see how their planes in the sky are strafing and bombing the ground.
Even if we all die here today, we can still have no regrets and be worthy of our ancestors and ancestors."
"Okay, since I participated in this system-shattering mission, I also know that I will die in it one day. After experiencing such a wonderful life, it is not a loss.
It is even more of an honor for me to be able to fight and die against so many great volunteers."
After hearing this, the fake foreigner Jason said this.
After Kanji opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but in the end he held it back. He just glanced at the four MK2 grenades hanging on his body.
There were also wry smiles on other people's faces.
It was just such a wry smile, and I don't know who burst out laughing, and it spread all over the battlefield.
Finally, under such circumstances, facing the soldiers who had advanced to the front of the position and were within forty meters, Hu Biao shouted loudly:
"Qian Xiaobao, blow the charge horn~"
After hearing such a sentence, the young trumpeter suddenly jumped up from the ground.
He picked up the bugle that had been hanging on the pole at his waist, put it to his mouth and blew it vigorously, causing a burst of "tick-tick-tock~" to resound throughout the battlefield in the third camp.
Amidst such a high-pitched trumpet sound, everyone on the position who could still stand up.
At this moment, they forgot everything in their instincts, and their blood seemed to be on fire. The only thought left was to rush out and launch a charge.
As a result, they all carried rifles with bayonets, or submachine guns, engineer shovels, wooden handle grenades, in short, everything they could fight at hand.
Following Hu Biao, this guy who was just a squad leader a day ago, worked hard to hold out his chest and rushed out without hesitation.
Even they all know one thing: facing an astonishing number of opponents, there is no hope of victory in such a charge...
It should be noted that under the charge horn sounded by Qian Xiaobao with all his strength, not only the last few people on the No. 1 position rushed out.
Even in the No. 2 position in the distance, there were more than a dozen non-humanoid volunteer soldiers who rushed out from the dilapidated position at the same time.
Although compared with position No. 1, due to the terrain, the soldiers invested much less offensive troops.
But in terms of the intensity of the attack and the brutality of the war, that side is not inferior to this side at all.
To be able to persist until now, the volunteer soldiers on the other side have also endured and endured unbelievable hardships.
At the same time, amid the loud sound of the charge, the three members of the Paw Patrol Team who had been lurking in the pit also knew that now was the signal given by Hu Biao for them to take the initiative to attack.
At this moment, the three people who had been holding it in for a year suddenly rushed out of the pit.
Crouching down, he began to move secretly, intending to explore the huge ruins formed by tanks and armored vehicles.
About ten seconds after the charge sounded, a bullet flew out of nowhere and hit Qian Xiaobao directly in the head.
The high-pitched bugle sound in his mouth stopped at this moment.
At the same time, it also means that with the death of the last single seedling, the entire company of the 338th Regiment Reconnaissance Battalion was wiped out.
But even if there was no trumpet in the ears, under the charge horn still ringing in the soul; the other people's charging steps did not stop at all.
Even they knew that, if nothing unexpected happened, their company was about to encounter the same situation as the first company, where the whole army was destroyed.
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"I have to admit that they are really a group of respectable opponents and a group of real soldiers; with the same equipment, we are definitely no match for them."
After putting down the telescope in my hand, I thought about the scene in the camera where I saw these Eastern men who looked like they were struggling out of hell, and actually launched an attack at the last moment.
The 5th Infantry Cavalry Regiment, Colonel Cromberts sighed.
At the same time, he also took off his own helmet, using this method to express his respect for the opponents in front of him.
Although the soldiers, staff officers, non-commissioned officers, and some technical units and escort soldiers around him did not speak, they also took off their helmets and expressed their respect.
Because such an opponent is indeed worthy of what they do.
They asked themselves deeply, if they were placed in such a place, maybe they would have put down their weapons and surrendered a few hours ago.
Although they couldn't understand why these people never surrendered.
While expressing their deep respect, these people, like Colonel Crobberts, had an indescribable sense of relaxation:
Damn it, this road is finally open.
As long as the last few opponents are eliminated, they can use engineering equipment to urgently clear the road. Then they can continue to sit comfortably in jeeps and cars and continue to escape until they completely escape from this encirclement.
Then, as the heroes of the entire Ninth Army's escape, they will receive great honors.
But soon they realized that they were too naive.
Because when that strange musical instrument stopped for only a minute, more such musical instruments suddenly started to sound at the same time.
In such a voice with a heart-shaking magical power, numerous figures surged out from that hell-like position like a tide.
Dozens, hundreds, and more.
During the charge, they formed a formation of three people, let out unknown but frightening roars, and charged towards this side.
The above scene left a deep impression on the soldiers present, even many years later.
Even when they are lying on the hospital bed with gray hair and entering the final stage of their lives, they can't help but think of this scene from time to time.
Many of them experienced this war and became staunch anti-war activists in the decades after their lives.
Of course, it's not that these guys became merciful after the first battle; they were just like a dog with its spine broken, hurt and frightened by the beating.