Indeed! The defenders here at Yanyue Mountain are truly at the end of their rope in all aspects.
Going back in time, it was probably 2 minutes ago when Dichlorvos and others rushed out of the tunnel.
Looking at the horizon in the distance, a group of small black dots representing death began to appear.
And on the ground, under the leadership of a total of five tanks of various types, about two hundred soldiers with loose bodies were charging towards this side.
The translator, who was lying in a crater with his eyes closed, put down the telescope in his hand.
Facing the teammates around him, he cursed in his mouth as if venting his anger: "It's over, brothers, it seems that we can't handle this wave, and we will explain it here later."
When he said this, the translator's tone was full of indescribable helplessness.
No way! Compared with Highland 350.3, which is a key point related to the success or failure of the mission in the final stage, the Yanzuki Mountain position as a containment position on one side is much inferior in terms of defensive strength.
From the perspective of the ZY army, the Yanzuki Mountain position is of course very important.
But it is not the most critical point. It is of a nature that if you can hold it, it will be better. If you cannot hold it, try to hold on for a longer time.
Therefore, the defensive force arranged on the Yanzuki Mountain position was limited.
All in all, the Zhongzhou team has three members: translator, Shi Polu, and Bazi.
As for the Maozi team, two people came up, which means that a total of 5 strong team members were dispatched to the Yanyue Mountain position.
In addition, there were some remnants of the original troops on the position, plus two small groups of Z army soldiers brought up by 5 people.
In short, on February 9th, when the number of people on the position was at its peak, there were a total of 101 people.
But after three days of continuous fighting, although the position was still in the hands of the ZY army.
There was only one person on the battlefield who could breathe, so there were only 11 people.
Among them, the translator and other five strong players in the team have not died yet; but their current situation can only be described as not having died.
Everyone, except for the weak ones, is suffering from considerable injuries, and they have reached the point where they have run out of energy.
So after hearing this, Sir Shi Polu, a young man with a warm and smiling face in the eyes of the elders and aunties in the modern community, will always be seen.
He immediately bit his back molars and responded:
"What the hell! So what if I can't bear it anymore? Even if I die, I still want to make life difficult for these grandchildren."
As he spoke, he used his only remaining right arm to tighten a 5-kilogram TNT explosive bag tied up with an armed belt on his chest.
As for his left hand, it was lost in yesterday's battle.
At that time, the remnants of Uncle Sam's family and several other teams had already rushed to the position with the soldiers; in the end, it was only through a desperate battle that they were driven out again.
It was just during such a process that one of Shi Polu's left arms was cut off by Dr. Jonathan, the commander who was now the polished commander, and almost cut off at the shoulder level.
Counting now, one day has passed. Shi Poludu lost too much blood at that time, and now his face and lips are as pale as white paper.
After all, no matter how strong the physical quality brought by the power of blood is, it cannot do without the "law of conservation of energy~"
Specifically, a person with a strong bloodline must eat a lot to provide enough energy for the body's recovery in order to achieve that amazing recovery effect.
However, the Yanyue Mountain position was also severely blocked by the soldiers and could not get any supplies at all.
As a result, Shi Polu, who couldn't even drink water, although his actual recovery ability was still stronger than that of ordinary people, it was really not that much stronger.
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And when Shi Polu used his remaining right hand to fiddle with the armed belt on his chest.
The train driver Bazi, who was a little further away, was still a little lazy, lying on the edge of a crater.
On the outside, the train driver, Bazi, looked like the least injured person on the battlefield, but in fact, more than half of his ribs on his chest were broken.
That is to say, he was lucky enough that after so many broken ribs, none of the broken ribs penetrated his organs.
However, although he was not dead, the train driver suffered serious internal injuries. Even when he moved, he felt that his internal organs were severely shocked and he was in terrible discomfort.
The amazing thing is that what Bazi is thinking about now is a little different.
He looked at the translator with expectant eyes and asked: "Translator, I remember that you should have some water there, but you have been saving it, right?"
While these grandchildren still have a while to kill them, it is better to eliminate them quickly with this little water.
The old saying goes well! If a person dies without finishing the water, it is simply the greatest tragedy in life."
Even such a nonsense old saying was made up by Bazi, and the translator almost burst out laughing after hearing it; but whether it was necessary to say it or not, there was nothing wrong with Bazi's words.
So the translator agreed without hesitation: "Okay, hurry up and drain the remaining water together."
Immediately after saying this, the eyes of the other 10 people remaining on the position lit up uncontrollably.
This is a reaction that emerges naturally from human beings when they are tempted by such a key material as the 'source of life'.
In this way, these gentlemen looked at the translator eagerly and carefully took out a kettle from the side of the waist pole.
The moment he picked up the kettle, the translator shook it subconsciously, and the shaking sensation was clearly transmitted to his hand.
The translator knew that there really wasn't much water in it, and he couldn't even give everyone a big sip.
For this reason, he had to smile bitterly and say:
"Comrades, there is not much water in the kettle, so everyone can only take a small sip; I am too lazy to take a sip, so everyone can take a sip consciously and then pass it on.
The Western Japs are coming soon, everyone, hurry up."
After finishing speaking, he simply unscrewed the lid of the kettle and put the mouth of the bottle to his mouth.
Oh my God! When his chapped lips touched the clear water, the translator could swear that he had never felt that ordinary water was so beautiful.
Just as his lips touched the water, all the thirsty cells in his body seemed to cheer at this moment.
If he could, he would really like to drink all the water in the kettle in one go.
But in the eyes of those expectant eyes, the translator forcibly restrained the devilish impulse in his heart, and just wet his mouth with water.
Then, he handed the kettle to Shi Polu, whose eyes were shining...
"It's not fair. Why are these people from the Central Continent team and the Zy army drinking first? It's just a little bit of water. How can there be anything left here when it's my turn?"
Among the members of Team Maozi, Ivan Ryder roared in his heart.
This guy is one of the two members of Moozi's team who stand firm on the highlands of Mount Iwazuki.
He didn't react at first, but when he saw every member of the Central Continent team and the Zy Army soldiers put the water bottle to their mouths, their intoxicated expressions emerged.
Suddenly, a thought came to his mind that made him extremely depressed:
It's just a little bit of water, will it still be there when it's your turn? It must be gone.
However, the reason why he did not object was that he and his teammates were the last in line to drink water due to their position, and it was difficult to express his objection for a while.
Only in my heart, I complained like this.
But when he took the kettle, he shook it habitually, and everyone was shocked; because the water in the kettle had not decreased much after being passed around by nine people.
Including the train driver who was clamoring for water, it seemed that he only wet his mouth.
Suddenly he seemed to understand something, which was a doubt that he had never been able to understand: why these Eastern people could achieve such incredible results.
Finally, this little bit of water.
In the hands of 11 men, it was passed three times in a row before the last drop was drunk.