Insufficient balance

  The sky was filled with goose feather-like snow, and half an hour later, a thin layer of snow powder had already covered the forest. I wrapped myself in a blanket, took a bite of compressed biscuits, and then lay down on the ground, sticking out my tongue to roll away a layer of snow powder. The dry biscuits mixed with the melted snow powder turned into icy water in my mouth, which I had to swallow with great effort. Turning my head to look at others, except for a few sentries hiding behind big trees with guns, everyone else was curled up in their blankets and had fallen asleep, covered in snow powder, which would actually help retain body heat and make them warmer.

  Raising the binoculars to carefully observe the 477 high ground, the Indian army obviously did not expect us to prepare a strong attack on a firepower commanding height. The position was defended quite loosely. Under the heavy snow, most of the soldiers in the sentry posts hid back into their wooden houses, and white smoke was rising from the stone-built chimneys. I guess those guys were telling dirty jokes while gathering around the fire pit to roast food.

  On the 477 high ground, the enemy established a three-layer defensive position in rows, with two heavy machine guns distributed on the first and second lines of defense. A 155mm caliber heavy artillery was set up in a bunker behind the third line of defense. Due to the heavy snowfall, the powerful heavy artillery had been covered with canvas gun covers.

  My gaze finally settled on the right wing of the 477 high ground, which was a nearly ninety-degree cliff. After snowing, the rocks were even more slippery and couldn't be held onto. As soon as the sun came out and the snow melted, it would freeze into solid ice at night, and by then, even antelopes might not be able to climb up this dangerous peak from the right wing. It can be foreseen that when we launch an attack, the enemy will certainly concentrate their superior firepower on the front and left wings, while abandoning the defense of the right wing.

  Several Indian soldiers carried iron buckets out of the camp and poured water on the right wing cliff, I also had to secretly admire their clever method in my heart.

  If it were in peacetime, I would have brought dozens of hand grenades without hesitation, taking advantage of the good opportunity that the water on the right wing cliff had not frozen and the snow was scattered to sneak into their position. As long as we could give them an unexpected blow, their first line of defense would be easily broken by us. But now I am the company commander, the highest commander of this assault team. Can I abandon all my soldiers and go alone to command a dare-to-die squad?

  I let out a soft sigh, forcibly throwing the tempting idea out of my mind. I took out paper and pen to draw an overhead map, marking all the firepower points I had observed on it. Like a child playing a game, I placed dozens of small stones at the bottom of the paper to represent our assault team soldiers.

  The battle has not yet begun, but in my mind the most brutal confrontation between the enemy and me has already reached a white-hot stage. At this moment, I have thrown all successes and failures, honors and disgraces to the back of my mind, trying to keep myself calm, putting myself at an absolutely fair angle, dividing the stones into two paths, slowly moving them towards the three-layer firepower net I drew.

  The woods we are in is the last barrier facing 477, the assault team must run out of seventy meters without any cover to enter the first killing zone of the opponent's high and low dual-purpose heavy machine gun. Just these seventy meters, I took away fifteen stones, combining the relatively slack defense and the affected vision of the Indian army.

  After entering the firepower dead angle, the opponent's mortar is in play. The enemy's mortar can move and fight, even if Yang Qing and Bai Ruiqi can successfully kill the gunner after the opponent fires only one shell, these two shells hit the concentrated position of the assault team members, I should take away three stones, considering the variables on the battlefield, I hesitated for a moment, still gritted my teeth and took away five stones.

  Just rushing to the foot of the mountain, I would lose twenty men! Looking at the map I drew, I furrowed my brow. With only sixty soldiers left, how could we attack a company-sized defensive position? If I added the hidden firepower points I hadn't seen, maybe I should take away three more stones.

  My gaze fell on the right wing of the map, as long as we can break through their right wing, we can launch a surprise attack from behind with minimal cost, directly breaking through their first line of defense. After losing one high and low dual-purpose heavy machine gun, our chances of breaking through the enemy army will increase exponentially.

  I rubbed my temples and muttered: "Damn it, is there really no other way besides this?"

  "Let me go!" The intense discussion on the map had absorbed all my attention, and I didn't notice when Baird stood behind me, looking at the messy map in front of me with a serious expression. A hint of surprised admiration flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "I lived in Harbin for five years when I was young, and my favorite activity was to climb ice mountains on the second day after snowfall. This mountain peak is not an insurmountable natural barrier in my eyes. I believe that there are people in our assault team who share the same hobby as me. Please order me to select volunteers, lead them to sneak up to their position from the right wing before the attack, and launch a pincer attack to break through their first line of defense!"

  I stared at the warrior in front of me, who I had known for less than three days. Breaking through the enemy's right wing was our only hope for survival. Could I trust this man? Bairitch puffed out his chest and looked straight at me without flinching. I hesitated for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and patted him on the shoulder, saying in a low voice: "I'm counting on you!"

  Feeling the heavy pressure on his shoulders, Bai Ruiji was in so much pain that he almost jumped up. He silently gave me a military salute and thought to himself: "I finally understand why Long Sun Ting would respectfully call this man 'Big Brother'. He's a war-crazy person who dares to challenge anyone, a strategist with a precise mind and exceptional intelligence, and a decisive leader who can make decisions without hesitation. Someone who possesses all these excellent qualities must be an extraordinary strong individual! Following a strong leader through various wars and strengthening our own powers - isn't that what we've always yearned for?"

  Bai Ruiqi led two soldiers with a message deep in the dense forest, they would detour to the right wing of 477 high ground, relying on their climbing skills to conquer that nearly ninety-degree, vertical distance of more than one hundred and fifty meters cliff, they took away half of our remaining hand grenades, each of them had a medical bandage tied around their mouth.

  At that time, Blythe explained: "Tie up our mouths. Even if we accidentally fall off the cliff, we won't scream and disturb the Indians above."

  At that time, I had only one idea in mind: a nation that is about to revive and become powerful must necessarily produce heroes!

  Through the telescope, I saw that White and two soldiers had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, each carrying twenty or thirty hand grenades on their backs, holding bayonets and carefully climbing up. They had only climbed five or six meters high when several buckets of icy water were poured down from the top of the cliff again. One soldier was caught off guard and was directly hit by a powerful jet of water, his hand loosened involuntarily and he fell back to the ground.

  Baird and the two soldiers were soaked to the skin, through my telescope I could see them shivering violently in the cold wind, even the bayonets stuck into the rock crevices were shaking ominously.

  I gritted my teeth and roared: "Yang Qing, shoot them dead!"

  Yang Qingmeng suddenly jumped up from the blanket, raised his sniper rifle and was about to pull the trigger. I slapped him on the back of his head and shouted: "Are you crazy? You're going to shoot those three carrying water buckets, didn't we tell them there were people under the cliff? The ones who are still stubbornly holding onto the heavy machine gun now, such a responsible and enemy guy, must be eliminated first!"

  "Bang!"

  A gunshot rang out, and the machine gunner sitting in the dual-purpose heavy machine gun seat fell to the snowy ground with a spin, splashing red blood onto the white snow, looking particularly eye-catching. The Indian soldier next to him was stunned for three seconds until the second shot rang out, and another machine gunner had his brain blown open by Yang Qing's single shot, they woke up like a dream and grabbed their submachine guns and fired wildly at the foot of the mountain.

  All the assault team members were awakened by the sound of gunfire. After a half-hour rest, everyone seemed to have recovered a lot of energy. I smiled and said, "Leave a few good shooters here to play with those bastards, and the others find a safe place to continue sleeping."

  Bai Ruiqi and the two soldiers took off their military uniforms, which had been completely soaked in icy water and were about to freeze into steel armor, leaving only their underwear and vests. They once again carried hand grenades and submachine guns as they climbed up. It was unbelievable that his weak body could have such strong tenacity. When my telescope carefully zoomed in on him, I almost sprayed out nosebleeds. Now I wasn't worried about the two soldiers following behind him at all. Judging from their proximity to him, with an angle of view that could change freely, they must be able to see even more exciting content. Their whole bodies were boiling with hot blood, which was enough to withstand the biting cold wind.

  "Bang bang bang......"

  Gunfire that was not intense echoed through the jungle, and from time to time, a soldier's mournful cry would ring out on the Indian position. The super elite beside me, who had been selected through special forces assessment, were excellent in shooting skills, although they were not as godlike as Yang Qing and Bai Ruijie, but hiding behind trees, holding high-precision submachine guns purchased at a high price from the black market of military supplies, conducting risk-free point-shooting, it was really like playing.

  Yang Qing suddenly shouted: "Danger!"

  The two silent heavy machine guns on the enemy's position suddenly roared to life at the same time, and the new gunners had already started these killing machines under the cover of the tunnels. The dual-purpose heavy machine guns had simple bulletproof armor plates that could withstand the impact of ordinary rifle bullets and shell fragments. When they turned the muzzle towards the thicket where we were located, with our current firepower, it was impossible to harm the machine gunners in the slightest.

  The twin-mounted heavy machine gun fired at a rate of up to 39 rounds per second, surpassing the firepower of the Apache helicopter's Gatling gun. The assault team members hiding behind trees watched as two streams of fire crossed over, cutting themselves and several large trees in front of them in half.

  This high-explosive machine gun bullet is too big and too heavy, a dozen hits on the target will make irregular jumps, causing maximum damage to the target. Hitting a tree that's over a foot thick would blow it up, hitting a person would immediately create a hole as large as a bowl. Those who have not experienced this kind of firepower personally cannot imagine its lethality and pressure. Within its firing range, there is no absolutely safe place. During training, I saw an instructor use this high-explosive machine gun to turn an obsolete armored personnel carrier into a beehive. When the door was opened, all twelve model soldiers inside were blown to pieces by bullets.

  Two shrill whistles came from above, and the enemy's mortar also opened fire. Someone shouted: "Be careful, Company Commander!"

  I quickly raised my head, the shell of the howitzer not only made a sound when it broke through the air, but also because of its relatively slow speed, even someone without military training could see the trajectory of the shell flying in the air. A shell was already flying over my head, aiming straight at me and coming down.

  In the warriors' cries of surprise, all the muscles in my body suddenly contracted, and I burst out with the greatest explosive force. I fell to the ground, curled up into a ball shape and rolled outward. Just as I had rolled out two circles, a heavy machine gun's line of death swept across me, cutting off all my retreat routes. Faced with this desperate situation, I involuntarily cried out in my heart: "My mother!"