Insufficient balance

  I slammed my hands onto the ground, and my body rolled forward in a ball, like a punching bag that had been hit repeatedly. I sprang up over a meter high, using an unprecedented strange posture, and miraculously jumped over the Grim Reaper's scythe amidst the loud cheers of all the assault team soldiers. As I felt the bullets from the heavy machine gun grazing my skin, bringing waves of scorching hot air, my heart suddenly contracted, and the pupils in my eyes expanded by at least twice their original size at the same time. My body first felt a chill to the bone, followed by an intense heat, as if I had just experienced the most thrilling game of chicken ever.

  I landed on the ground with a thud, my body sprawled out in a most ungainly posture, after falling from a height of one and a half meters. My face was pressed against the muddy ground, which was mixed with snowflakes, and I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I punched myself heavily on the chest, and my ribs let out a pained groan under my own fist. I fell silent for a moment, but then suddenly burst into loud laughter, laughing so hard that all the soldiers around me were left bewildered.

  Like me, a heretic who has gone against the teachings and is unscrupulous, I was born to be a destroyer of order. Even the God of Death himself couldn't bear to kick me out of the gates of the Underworld, fearing that I would corrupt his subordinates. No one knows that in the instant I jumped over the firewall, I experienced dozens of cycles of life and death. My heart suddenly went on strike due to its intense contraction and relaxation, but I used just one punch to revive it with the simplest first aid technique.

  A warrior, no matter how rigorous the training, with extraordinary talent and passion, without experiencing the thrill of bullets whizzing past, without feeling the heart suddenly contracting and then instantly relaxing completely, is just a boy scout. After another close encounter with death at the shortest distance, I clearly know that I have grown again.

  Whitey has taken two soldiers up the steep slope, facing the enemy's three layers of dense defense network. They are hiding behind a huge rock and have no way to launch an effective attack on the enemy. I must create an opportunity for them to launch a surprise attack.

  I took a glance at the assault team members who had all gotten up behind me, bullets loaded, I held the submachine gun high and at an angle, suddenly pulled the trigger, shouting: "Brothers, charge!"

  Facing this almost suicidal order, no one hesitated for a moment. Our eighty men shouted in unison, creating an atmosphere of a massive charge by thousands of troops. The Indian soldiers on the 477 high ground were stunned for three seconds before they started firing wildly at the Chinese soldiers below under their company commander's angry orders.

  Bullets are pouring down like rain from above, and all military skills are useless now. Bullets are everywhere, death is everywhere. Instead of searching for a safe place by dodging left and right, it's better to charge forward with all one's might. Maybe there's still a glimmer of hope 70 meters ahead, where the machine gun fire can't reach. All you can do is keep firing your submachine gun, reaping the enemy's lives, while screaming in your heart for Guanyin Bodhisattva to have mercy on you, hoping she'll take pity on you. As for whether she'll actually care about us butchers with blood-stained hands, who knows?

  It was just the first volley, and around me seven or eight comrades fell to the ground, most of them were killed by heavy machine gun bullets that pierced through their bulletproof vests and exploded their bodies. This kind of weapon is used for defensive positions, it's simply the infantry's worst nightmare!

  "I roared: 'Smoke bombs!'"

  Dozens of smoke bombs were thrown onto the mountain slope fifty meters away, exploding into clusters of white thick smoke. With the addition of the heavy snowfall, our vision was completely blocked from both sides. In this situation, the enemy's aimless shooting still caused us to lose three more soldiers.

  We finally broke through the most open field at the cost of ten soldiers, finding a suitable hiding spot, but we couldn't even lift our heads. The enemy's heavy machine gun bullets swept over the rocks above us, shattering stones and sending them flying everywhere. I tried to use my rifle butt to prop up my helmet, and as soon as it was exposed by half an inch, it was hit by a stray bullet, making a loud "clang" sound. My heart was still shouting "Oh my god!", when another high-explosive machine gun round hit the helmet, causing it to suddenly shatter into seventeen or eighteen pieces. One piece of scrap metal spun 1755 degrees in mid-air, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

  The twin-mounted heavy machine guns pinned us down, unable to lift our heads for a full thirty minutes. The enemy's machine guns roared incessantly, firing 39 rounds per second. In thirty minutes, the two heavy machine guns fired at least 140,400 rounds! I hid behind a rock, watching as my cover was gradually whittled away, and couldn't help but curse out loud: "Damn it to hell, can't they run out of bullets? Won't their gun barrels overheat? Besides wasting money, don't these bastards have any other tricks up their sleeves?"

  The assault team member in charge of reconnaissance with binoculars let out a cry: "Company Commander, you jinx! We're done for this time!"

  This guy was so nervous that he even forgot the military rank distinction, and his words caused a small stir among the assault team. I was both angry and anxious, and slapped him in the face, shouting: "If you dare to spout nonsense again and undermine morale, I'll kill you!"

  The observer hastily handed the periscope to me and urgently cried, "Company Commander, you take a look yourself. If we can't solve this problem, we'll really be annihilated by the enemy!"

  I grabbed the periscope and put my eyes on it, when I saw the scene above my head, even though I was usually bold and reckless, I was scared to tremble all over. Sixteen enemy soldiers stood on the hillside with four 155mm heavy artillery shells, and as they shouted in unison, their hands loosened and the four shells rolled down the hillside.

  Even I have to applaud, it's a ruthless and desperate move! With such powerful shells, if they roll down twenty or so, and then use machine guns to blast them, even if we don't get blown up, those of us hiding behind the stone walls will be buried alive.

  "Second platoon, first squad, take out the enemy's incoming artillery!"

  Nine commandos suddenly stood up, and before they could see where the rolling cannonballs were, a string of bullets came from the enemy, and three people fell down with their heads. Immediately afterwards, four light machine guns on the first line of defense of the enemy, plus more than ten assault rifles, formed a new layer of firepower network that heavily covered them.

  This time, due to the light firepower, all the assault team members wore good bulletproof vests and helmets, only one soldier was hit directly in the throat by a bullet, fell into a pool of blood. However, several others were shot multiple times, although not fatally wounded, their shooting accuracy was inevitably affected. Moreover, without clear division of labor, everyone instinctively aimed their guns at the rolling cannonballs. After a free shoot, only three cannonballs exploded, I held onto the periscope, could only watch as the last cannonball rolled leisurely in front of our position.

  "Boom!"

  A powerful blast of air knocked me down, and sand poured down from the sky, burying half my body. It was as if heaven had arranged a funeral for me. Six soldiers hiding in the stone cave, only one of them jumped out in time, while the others were blown to pieces. The soldier who jumped out stared at the scene in the cave with a pale face and a look of horror. His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but before he could speak, a burst of blood exploded from his head. He had made too big a movement when he jumped, and was hit by a high-caliber machine gun bullet. The bullet struck his head, causing it to shake violently, changing direction in mid-air, and piercing his body from top to bottom. In our gaze, the soldier showed a desperate expression, and after a second of silence, his body suddenly exploded into five or six pieces, dyeing the snowflakes falling gently from the sky with a brilliant red color.

  Heavy machine guns, squad light machine guns, and submachine guns formed a web of firepower that pinned us down in every possible position where we could return fire. Before I could think of any way to deal with this situation, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky. The mortar gunner had finally managed to avoid Yang Qing's sniper fire and found his position, firing off a round. Although it didn't cause us any harm, it added to my worries.

  We've drawn the enemy's full attention, but we're being suppressed across the board. Even if Blair and the others launch a surprise attack, we won't be able to provide the necessary support. With their combat strength of just three people, they'll be annihilated in an instant by the superior enemy forces.

  As I watched the enemy bring in four more shells, I threw off the bulletproof vest on my body. This thing was useless against the enemy's high-powered machine guns and only added a dozen or so pounds of weight to me. Slowly unbuttoning my military uniform, I faced the biting cold wind blowing from Siberia, revealing my scarred but still iron-hard male chest. I pulled out my army knife and added another deep wound to my chest, sticking out my tongue to gently lick the fresh blood on the blade, and a red-green color slowly seeped into my eyes.

  The commandos stared at my movements and were stunned for a moment.

  In military competitions, I am a "female Lü Bu" with a commanding power of 100 and a strategic power of 20! Although I don't want to admit it, so far, being able to lead a company-sized unit is already my limit. I can only inspire each person's hidden ferocity and brutality by taking the lead myself and using my own blood to ignite their innermost instincts, in order to bring out their strongest combat power.

  As the highest commander of this dare-to-die corps, before the battle begins, I must make myself absolutely calm, with a transcendent attitude, put myself outside the situation, objectively analyze every possibility and accident, and formulate a combat plan that minimizes losses for the troops. However, once the war starts, when I inevitably become a pawn in this battle, what I need to do is to completely let go of myself, make myself the most dazzling fire in this war with companies as units, and stir up a wave that can turn the tide of the whole situation.

  "I yelled wildly: 'First squad, prepare smoke bombs and charge with me! We must throw the smoke bombs into the enemy's position!!! Second and third squads, cover us with firepower!!!"

  Bai Ruiqi watched as twenty or thirty assault team members rushed out of the formation like they were sending themselves to death, and before they had run a few steps, half of them fell under the sweeping fire of heavy machine guns. Who else but Fu Yuxue Lianchang would dare to charge towards the first layer of defense on the mountain top with the most reckless posture, abandoning all military tactics, in the enemy's firepower network?

  As soon as the war began, the commander-in-chief led the dare-to-die corps to launch a desperate attack, and it was instantly brought to the point of life and death. In Fu Yuxue's crazy charge, the Chinese troops who had been suppressed and couldn't lift their heads suddenly burst out with the strongest momentum. The dozens of submachine guns responsible for covering fire all sounded at the same time. Some soldiers, in order to hit the enemy more accurately, stood up recklessly, abandoning all defense to conduct high-precision point shooting. Under the unexpected attack, the Indian army's firepower was actually suppressed by the Chinese army.

  Ba Ruiqi punched the stone with one fist and roared: "Who doesn't know how to play with their lives?! If we're going to die, let's die together!!!"

  Bai Ruiji suddenly jumped up, hugging dozens of hand grenades and rushing towards the first line of defense of the Indian army. An Indian soldier heard the sound, turned his head and saw Bai Ruiji covered with hand grenades pouncing on him, he let out a shrill cry and threw away his submachine gun and ran.

  Whitey kicked him to the ground, unzipped the Indian soldier's fly, shoved a live grenade into his pants, and then gave him another kick. "Get out of my sight, you gutless little worm! You're the kind of guy I hate most!"

  The Indian soldier's face turned white in an instant, he held his pants like a bull hit by an electric baton, shouting and jumping wildly, the grenade slipped to his pant leg, unfortunately it was winter now and he wore a pair of high-waisted military boots, his pant legs were tightly tied to his shoes. The soldier had tears streaming down his face, his mouth shouting uncontrollably, he didn't know what he was saying, he rushed towards his comrades for help.

  Those comrades had not figured out what was going on, and the hand grenade exploded in the crotch of this Indian soldier. White and two other soldiers threw three smoke bombs into the first layer of defense, and in the thick fog that rose, they quickly poured all the grenades beside them into a trench that was only over 100 meters long.

  Taking advantage of this opportunity, the row I led finally rushed up to the high ground, threw out smoke bombs, and in the thick smoke, the fierce submachine gun and pistol sounds came one after another, occasionally with the angry roar of soldiers fighting with bayonets. The Indian army commander, Captain, looked at the already chaotic first line of defense, which was completely covered by thick smoke and heavy snow, and he was so anxious that he turned around in circles, several times wanting to order a firepower cover for the first line of defense, and several times slowly putting his hand back in place.

  On the battlefield, a narrow road encounter is about seeing who is more ruthless. Because he wasn't as ruthless as me, I finally succeeded in occupying the first line of defense.

  I wiped out one of his platoons, he annihilated forty-five of my men.

  I rushed up to the enemy's position and ran directly to the high-powered machine gun deployed on the first line of defense. I wanted to see what kind of machine gun could fire several tens of thousands of rounds without replacing the barrel, and had endless ammunition.

  On the ground next to the heavy machine gun, there was over a foot of shell casings accumulated, some still smoking. Half-buried in the pile were seven or eight metal barrels. I picked one up and looked at the English label on it - it turned out to be a coolant oil. Pouring this coolant oil onto the barrel could rapidly lower its temperature, allowing the machine gun to fire continuously without interruption. Among dozens of empty ammunition boxes was a strange device. Looking at the text engraved on the nameplate, it seemed that as long as you poured in a box of bullets, it would automatically sort them into a chain and send them out. The main reason we suffered such heavy casualties was that this device exceeded my budget.

  My gaze finally fixed on a certain part of the machine, and after a full ten seconds, I raised my hand and slapped myself more than a dozen times, shouting: "Get out, Shanxi soldiers!"

  The assault team members who had already taken cover in the defensive position looked at me, I looked at them, and didn't know what kind of madness this officer had come up with again. In the end, three soldiers walked up to me.

  I raised my hand and slapped several slaps, shouting: "This is our apology to the brothers who just fell!"

  That catapult, I've been in the army for so long, but I've never seen it before. But on it was written a line of small words, which is the shame of all Shanxi people: Made by China Shanxi Heavy Industry!

  My god!!!