Insufficient balance

  "A famous soldier shouted wildly: 'Report to the company commander, the enemy has sent reinforcements and is rapidly approaching our position, with a strength of about one platoon!'"

  The commander of the Indian army, due to his obstructed view, could not accurately judge the situation on the first line of defense at 477 highland, so he wanted to send reinforcements, concentrate superior forces and annihilate us. If nothing else, they could drive us down the mountain slope. His strategy can't be said to be incorrect, but facing an opponent like me, he's really too conservative!

  I poured a box of bullets into the linker, and in the machine's slight tremble, five thousand rounds of ammunition were tumbling happily in the container, quickly becoming tightly arranged on the bullet chain as deadly killers. I jumped onto the high-low dual-purpose heavy machine gun, turned the muzzle, and roared with a ferocious smile: "Kill! Kill!!! Kill!!!! Not one of them should be allowed to go back!!!"

  More than 20 hand grenades fell from the sky, followed by the simultaneous roar of high and low machine guns and four light machine guns. The Indian army, facing this sudden attack, let out a chaotic cry, some old soldiers quickly lay down, raised their guns and launched a blind attack on our position, hoping to suppress our firepower, while some new recruits dropped their submachine guns and ran away.

  Run, run, run, these fools don't even think about it, who can outrun bullets?! Turn the muzzle around and pull the trigger, hundreds of bullets sweep by in an instant, a row of soldiers fall to the ground like cut wheat. This kind of thing is really cool when killing people, even playing video games isn't this exciting.

  Shells burst and splashed, the heavy machine guns fired by the gods swept across the battlefield again and again. The old soldiers who fell to the ground let out desperate cries. They had no cover, no heavy firepower, and in the face of our elite marksmen's assault team, they all became the most obvious targets. The assault team warriors generally shouted loudly, grabbing the hand grenades piled up by Indian soldiers in front of their positions. In the sky, the hand grenades were like rain, falling down one after another. These bad guys deliberately pulled out the hand grenades and threw them away. The hand grenades landed next to the Indian soldiers, emitting a hissing white smoke. The hearts of those Indian soldiers suddenly contracted to the size of a walnut in an instant.

  To be blown to death by a hand grenade or stand up and run back to be shot into pieces by heavy machine gun bullets, this difficult problem requires you to answer within five seconds, what would you choose?

  Anyway, there's only one outcome in the end, you're definitely going to die!!!

  The entire Indian army stood aghast, watching the one-sided massacre unfold below. In less than a minute, we had unleashed 5,000 to 6,000 rounds of ammunition and thrown out 100 to 200 hand grenades. When the smoke on the battlefield finally merged with the heavy snowfall, not a single living soul was visible on the battlefield. Occasionally, a corpse would twitch slightly, and immediately, a gunshot would ring out from our position, and that corpse's head would burst open.

  Including me, there were thirty-two soldiers in the assault team, and the enemy had a platoon of troops stationed here, our strength was basically balanced.

  Looking at the positions of both enemy and our troops, I and the Indian commander simultaneously said a sentence in our mouths: "The fierce battle has just begun!"

  The enemy is stationed on the heights, and behind us are powerful pursuers. We are all fighting with our backs to the water, without any retreat. There will be no more surprise attacks or tactics, now we are fighting for the blood and lives of our soldiers.

  The two heavy machine guns started firing at the same time, and the dense bullets hit the bulletproof plate of the heavy machine gun, making a rapid cracking sound. A steel plate was suddenly lifted by the bullets and swept across my shoulder, bringing out a deep blood groove. I pushed away the soldier who wanted to stop bleeding for me, and roared: "Go pour the bullets into the cartridge!"

  A bullet pierced the observation hole in the bulletproof plate, and the Indian army's machine gunner fell head down. The deputy machine gunner immediately climbed up to continue a desperate duel with me. We both knew that whoever could suppress the other's heavy machine gun would win the final victory!

  The prize for victory is... survival!

  Bai Ruiqi carried a sniper rifle and lay in the trench, every time he suddenly stood up, an enemy light machine gun would stop firing.

  "Calm down, calm down, you must stay calm!" Bairuiqi shouted to himself in his heart: "A sniper can only keep himself safe on the battlefield and cause maximum damage to the enemy by staying as calm as possible! I'm unable to move in the trench now, so I have to constantly change my hiding time to avoid being caught by the enemy's firepower."

  Gently kissing the muzzle of his sniper rifle, Baird suddenly poked out his head and another enemy's hand holding a light machine gun was blown off by him. Before anyone noticed him, he quickly retreated back into the trench.

  The Indian captain, peering through the binoculars at the battlefield, spotted White's position and yelled: "No matter what the cost, take out that sniper!"

  Two of the best marksmen in the Indian army took aim at Ritchie's hiding place, just as he raised his head to fire again. On the Indian army's position, two silent submachine guns fired simultaneously, and several blood flowers burst from Ritchie's chest. He suddenly stood up and fell backwards, and before he fell, his body was hit by another ten bullets.

  Bai Ruiqi gazed blankly at the snowflakes fluttering and falling from above, weakly raising his hand. He thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile: "Looks like I'm still too impatient, following a commander who can make people's blood burn... isn't really a good thing after all!"

  The medical soldier didn't know what to do, Bairuiji was shot with more than a dozen bullets, all of which were bleeding profusely. After injecting Bairuiji with a dose of morphine, the medical soldier stretched out his two hands to press against Bairuiji's most severe wounds and shouted: "Company commander, fourth squad leader has been hit!"

  The enemy's heavy machine gunner was finally knocked off his seat by me, and when I heard the medic's roar, my whole body chilled. Would that sly sniper, even more cunning than a fox, also be hit? The cat crouched down and ran to Blair Witch's front, both of his arms had been shot off, and his chest had taken seven or eight bullets, his entire body had become a bloody person, and the camouflage uniform on the medic's body had also been stained brown.

  Bai Ruiji saw me and actually managed to weakly smile, softly saying: "Commander Lian, can you get this guy to move his hand that's pressing on my chest? I don't want to be taken advantage of like this before I die."

  Seeing me nod, the medic hesitated for a moment before releasing his hand and rushing towards another soldier.

  A gust of cold wind blew over, and Baird shivered, saying softly: "I'm so cold."

  I reached out and pulled him into my own arms, our two naked skins equally chilly, but after being tightly pressed together, Blair's body miraculously produced a faint warmth. A faint blush floated onto his pale face as he whispered: "For the first time, I know that being intimate with boys is this kind of feeling."

  At this moment, Bairuiji's life was hanging by a thread. In his extreme weakness, he brought out a kind of pathological beauty that made him... her... look like she had truly possessed the beauty of a woman. I stroked her face and asked softly: "Is there anything else you wish to fulfill?"

  "Please... don't let... Chang Sun Ting... die!" Bai Rui Qi buried her face in my chest, seeking more warmth, and murmured: "I was born to be his woman, I have to accept the education he has been through, participate in the career he chose, I must become as strong as him, only then can I qualify to be his woman. That's why I came to this battlefield, to fight alongside you men, learning to vent my emotions with the coarsest language, but actually... I just want to be a little woman."

  "He's really a lovely boy, I truly... like him. From childhood, I was taught to like him, but... now I'm going to die, and later there will be new women who take over my unfinished... task. He won't even know the significance of my existence. How wonderful it is to live! Fu Yanshuo... big brother, can I call you "big brother" like Zhang Sun Ting? Please... help me keep this secret forever..."

  Bai Ruiji's voice gradually weakened, and finally she gently fell into my arms and fell into eternal sleep, leaving two crystal tears at the corners of her eyes.

  I held her gradually cold body and suddenly raised my head and roared: "Chang Sun Ting, you bastard!!!"

  I don't even know myself, whether I am scolding Zhang Sun Ting, or those damned Indians behind him who educated women from a young age, or if I just want to vent my jealousy towards Zhang Sun Ting, who can make such excellent women willing to face death for him without doing anything.

  I grabbed a submachine gun and jumped up, yelling wildly: "Damn it, follow me in the charge!"

  The temperature on the battlefield suddenly soared to white heat, and under my leadership, the assault team launched wave after wave of crazy attacks towards the top of the mountain, but the Indian army took advantage of the terrain and repelled our attacks time and again.

  Everyone had forgotten about time, forgotten about the pain and fatigue, we had already fired all our ammunition, picked up the Indian army's weapons, and moved out the ammunition stored by the Indian military on the first line of defense. If it weren't for the soldiers forcing me to wear a bulletproof vest, I would have been shot into a honeycomb by now, with over a dozen bullet holes in the entire vest, and even my helmet had seven or eight small dents.

  The entire hillside has turned black, with shallow craters from hand grenade explosions everywhere, and limbs and arms scattered about. If you scoop up a handful of dirt, you can find one or two bullet heads and several shrapnel fragments inside. I think this 477 high ground, which is only over 300 meters tall, will be recorded in the history books of modern warfare from today on. Here, we have fired at least 200,000 rounds of ammunition, thrown out 2,000 hand grenades and hand-held rockets, and exploded 38 heavy artillery shells on the hillside. The amount of ammunition used by individual soldiers has reached an alarming level.

  I don't know when the sky had already turned completely dark, and the heavy snowfall had also stopped. Looking at my watch, it was now 10 o'clock in the evening. We had been fighting for six hours straight. I led the assault team to launch a total of thirteen attacks on the mountain slope, but we were repelled by the enemy thirteen times. Except for Yang Qing, only six soldiers were left beside me.

  Looking at the dark mountain top, I couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. It seems that in the end, I still failed to capture this fortress. With our current military strength, we can no longer organize another powerful attack. As long as the enemy has one person left alive, with just that high-powered dual-purpose heavy machine gun, they can suppress us to the point where we can't even lift our heads.

  Barry White said it right, living is good. But what choice do I have?

  I checked the magazine and I still had twelve bullets left. One hand grenade. I glanced at everyone and said calmly, "Let's go!"

  Yang Qing and the other six soldiers nodded silently, following closely behind me. They all understood that this was no longer a charge, but a journey to death. Even if we were going to die, we had to choose a soldier's most dignified way out.

  Our soldiers and enemy soldiers fell down on the battlefield, I whispered in my heart: "Brothers, wait for me, I will come to accompany you soon."

  On the right flank of the battlefield, four or five people ran down from the pile of corpses. I didn't expect that there were still guys in our assault team who were good at playing dead and escaping. I picked up my submachine gun and poured out all the bullets on them, then added a hand grenade, so they would be forever martyrs who died on the battlefield, rather than cowards who escaped from the battlefield. None of those who could walk with me to this point were softies!

  Upon hearing the sound of gunfire and hand grenades exploding, surprisingly, the enemy's position did not fire again. We slowly crossed the second line of defense, picked up eight submachine guns and dozens of hand grenades, dispersed in a fan shape, and continued to move slowly towards the last line of defense. Whatever the reason, the enemy allowed us to regain our weapons, which was their biggest mistake. Even if we die, we must drag down a few more enemies with us.

  But until we reached the last line of defense, no enemy fired at us. In the regimental command post, an Indian soldier wearing a lieutenant's uniform stared angrily ahead with his eyes wide open, with a bayonet commonly used by the Indian army inserted behind him.

  I understand, everything is clear! Tears suddenly fell from my eyes, tasting their salty flavor, I proudly raised the submachine gun in my hand and frantically swept it towards the sky. Yang Qing and the other six soldiers also suddenly raised their weapons, wildly shouting as they poured out all the bullets in their magazines into the air.

  In the end, we won!

  The Indian army has been intimidated by our wave after wave of crazy attacks, and when they were beaten to the last few men by a group of madmen, they could no longer resist their inner fear, killed their commander and escaped, only to be caught by me as a deserter from the assault team and executed on the spot.

  Finally, my gaze fell on the radio in the command post. I slowly sat down and clumsily turned it on, adjusting the frequency to the channel used by the assault team and the command post.