Volume 1: Fierce Battle at Dawang Outskirts Chapter 1: Bloody Battle 581

  Time seemed to have stopped after a shell exploded beside me.

  The wind blew, without a hint of coldness, his face was like a heavy makeup, stiff and sticky, but emitting a nauseating bloody smell, mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder and corpses in the air, the rotting smell made Cheng Feng vomit once after waking up.

  In a daze, his first reaction was to reach out and touch his face, head, body, and legs, and move his feet slightly. He had a bit of consciousness now and was relieved that all the parts of his body were still there, except for his ears which were ringing loudly and he could hardly hear anything. In front of him, a dazzling array of golden stars was spinning around.

  What's the situation now? He racked his brains, he and three rows of long, communicators Wan Yu and several brothers of the third row charged to within 10 meters of the front line of 581, one more step would be the outer moat of 581. But also at this moment when they were about to succeed, a firepower point on the left flank that had been silenced before suddenly revived.

  A burst of machine gun fire from the Indian troops "rattled" towards them. At such a close distance, Cheng Feng and his men had no time to react, and the three squad leaders in front were hit by several bullets, purple blood foam spraying out more than a meter away, their bodies crashing heavily onto the grass due to inertia, guns flying out several meters away.

  The bullets that entered the third row of soldiers' chests, after shattering their ribs and penetrating their bodies, changed direction and flew out, hitting two more soldiers in the rear. One soldier on the right was hit in the abdomen, his belly torn open with a gash, and he fell to the ground with a spurt of blood.

  The warrior who was shot in the head fell to the ground, dropped his gun, and tried to press the wound that was bleeding profusely with the hand that held the gun. However, before he could even reach his abdomen, several bullets came one after another and hit the soldier's head and neck continuously. In an instant, the left half of the warrior's head was blown off by the bullets, and his neck was broken in half. A dark red blood spurted out more than a meter high, and before the painful sound could even come out of his throat, he had already sacrificed himself. Death came too quickly, so that when he fell to the ground, his body no longer had any breath, but his limbs were still twitching.

  One of the warriors on the left was hit and fell forward, landing on an anti-personnel mine. The mine exploded with a loud "boom", tearing the soldier's body in half at the waist. His internal organs mixed with black blood were scattered everywhere by the blast wave, splashing Cheng Feng's face not far away, momentarily slowing his advance.

  Only Wan Yu beside him also shouted, "Puchi" and fell in front of Cheng Feng. A bullet entered his left abdomen and exited from the back waist, with a small hole in the front and a large wound in the back. His intestines were also exposed. Cheng Feng lay down to bandage him, just wrapping an emergency package when a large-caliber shell arrived.

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" in the air, Cheng Feng knew it was rapid gunfire. Before he could even shout "Take cover!", he saw a burst of orange-yellow flames erupting from inside and outside 581 High Ground, accompanied by a series of loud explosions and billowing black smoke. Both the advancing troops and the Indian soldiers defending 581 High Ground were sent flying in this intense explosion.

  Guns, severed limbs, skulls, half-bodies, blood, brains, bodily fluids and unidentifiable things were flying up and down in the shells, then "Boom" a shell exploded near Cheng Feng, this was his vague memory.

  "Mother's, how many times have we been attacked now?" he muttered.

  581 highland, the Indian army set up many open and secret firepower points, rocket launchers, directional mines, 60 guns and heavy machine guns formed a deadly blockade line in front of 581. Since 6:00 this morning, the eighth company led by Chengfeng launched an attack on 581 simultaneously, but several attacks failed to make rapid progress. After the 30-minute artillery preparation of the army's large-caliber cannons, Chengfeng led the brothers of three rows to launch a frontal attack, and now almost all the brothers of three rows have fallen here.

  Cheng Feng rubbed his eyes, and through the blur, he saw that his helmet was not far away from him, but it had already been penetrated by several bullet holes. The binoculars on his chest were gone, his ears were still ringing, but he could faintly hear some sounds again. Dizzy, he felt for his gun, which was still there, but the sling was sticky with something unknown. He brought his hand, covered in a sticky liquid, close to his face, and a pungent smell of charred flesh rushed into his nostrils, straight to his brain, making Cheng Feng almost vomit.

  The body of Wan Yu on the left had no breath, the blood in the abdominal area where it was bandaged had solidified, and the left chest had been cut with a large diagonal wound at some point, revealing white ribs and lungs inside.

  Not far away, the bodies of two launchers of 40 rockets were lying on the road of attack, one after another. The main launcher was lying sideways with half of his head gone, and white brain matter was clearly visible. The blood at the opening had already turned black, and a crater about half a meter deep blown out by the shell was still smoking. The cover of the rocket tube discarded beside the deputy launcher was open, and there were no more shells, while the lower body of the deputy launcher was blurred, with both legs blown off.

  A little further forward, only three rows of bodies wrapped in emergency blankets were still moving and breathing, it was unknown how long the three rows could hold on. Looking to the side, most of the soldiers in the third row had fallen down, with only a few able to move.

  "Third Company, Third Company!" he shouted loudly, but there was no response from Third Company.

  "Hello, is anyone else alive?" Cheng Feng shouted loudly, crawling and slightly raising his head to quickly scan the surroundings.

  "Instructor, I've been hit by two shrapnel on my back," Old Li responded from a short distance away.

  "I'm also in Cheng's guidance team, I didn't get hurt, and Nanjing is also nearby." Zhang Yu's voice came from not far away.

  "Everyone stay where you are and don't move, beware of the enemy above, it's just us few?" Cheng Feng asked.

  "It's estimated that the third row is gone, and the second row has all fallen to the left of the position. The first row didn't follow up. Instructor Cheng, wait for me, I'm coming over." Old Li said as he crawled towards where Cheng Feng was lying.

  "Old Li, are you alright?" Looking at Old Li's pitch-black face, his hair had been burned off by the fire, and his military uniform was stained with blood, Cheng Feng asked.

  "It's okay, I won't die, I can still move, it's just that the shrapnel hit me in a weird place and it's both painful and itchy, and I also can't reach it." Old Li said while trying to touch his injured back with his hand. Cheng Feng took a look and saw that two holes had been blown through Old Li's back, fortunately everyone was wearing bulletproof vests, the penetrating shrapnel only barely tore through the surface skin and muscle.

  "What should we do? The instructor, it seems like there's no sound from above. Did those scattered ones run away?" Old Li continued to say.

  "Really?" Cheng Feng replied, "But it seems like there's no sound anymore."

  "How are you, instructor?" Old Li asked further.

  "It's nothing, just a bit dazed, doesn't seem like anything else," Cheng Feng replied.

  "Do you still have bullets, Old Li?"

  "Got it, and there are two more clips, how about you?"

  "I still have a clip and two hand grenades."

  "The artillery has stopped, Old Li. Shall we make another charge? We don't have many people left, and I reckon they're about the same," Cheng Feng asked.

  "Charge! We must charge. If we're going to die, let's die on the 581st. So many brothers have fallen, I'll avenge them," Old Li said, and was about to jump up.

  "Wait a minute, let me take a look." Cheng Feng signaled to Old Li not to get excited, and once again lifted his head to gaze towards the front of 581 high ground.