Chapter Twenty: Cheer for AK as You

  Every move in the Red Army position across from them did not escape the eyes of Colonel Carlos, commander of the 313th Airborne Regiment responsible for encircling this place. Relying on advanced optical binoculars, he also roughly understood the predicament that the Red Army was facing now.

  "He said in a low and solemn tone: 'Shall we begin?' It was as if he were asking others, yet also questioning himself: 'The impending battle to the death...'"

  "Turn to the Chief of Staff and shout: 'Order the reserve team to press up, and all weapons and ammunition are fully supplied! This will be the enemy's last and strongest counterattack! Press them down completely!!!"

  "Yes!"

  Very soon, the Allied airborne reserve troops, who had been quietly assembling in the rear, all entered their own positions, set up machine guns, occupied high ground, and built fortifications. The Allied defensive line, which was already shaky, suddenly became as stable as Mount Tai.

  The battlefield, covered in flames, suddenly fell eerily silent, with the fragmented debris separating the two sides. The flames burned quietly, and the soldiers on both sides could even see the calm, chilling expressions on each other's faces. Yet no one suspected that this false sense of calm would soon be shattered by the impending storm of battle.

  Bala Raka casually slung the coat over her shoulder, not minding the large expanse of muscle and a gruesome wound exposed to the air on her abdomen. The firelight cast shadows on her face, with deep blue pupils burning with fierce flames.

  Bara Leka looked up at the sky and let out a long whistle, his voice carrying a hint of determination.

  "——Comrades!"

  "This will be our final battle! This is the last glory of the Soviet Red Army... Fight to the death!!"

  "Fight to the death!"

  "Fight to the death!"

  "Fight to the death!"

  The airborne major's tragic and long howl infected the remaining Red Army soldiers, fear and unease retreated quietly once again, a determined look ignited in their eyes, the former passion and intensity spreading and surging again in the army's ranks. This was the last glow of the Red Army airborne troops, fighting to the death... not retreating...

  "Awesome!!!"

  Carlos whispered in admiration, able to lift morale even in such a desperate situation, something he couldn't do himself. Even if they were enemies, even if they were invaders. At this moment, Carlos still had great respect for the Soviet Red Army that refused to yield.

  But however

  They are after all their own enemies, the enemies of the free world! What they have to do is to go and extinguish this little spark that has set the red star ablaze!

  "Order the vanguard to prepare for battle!"

  "It is!!!"

  In an instant, Baralayka raised his ak and shouted loudly: "Soviet Red Army ~~"

  "Huff...huff..."

  Amidst the heavy human gasps, the Red Army's cold military formation slowly split open. 70 red soldiers with ferocious faces slowly raised the bayonets on their rifles. The three-edged steel blades gleamed with a chilling aura, and the ferocious faces flickered with a fierce killing intent. This was simply an army from hell!

  "Charge!"

  Baralaike let out a loud whoop and charged forward with his AK at the lead.

  "Wow~~"

  In the midst of endless shouting, 70 Red Army infantrymen advanced in unison. Amidst the chaotic footsteps, they slowly traversed the desolate ruins. In the swirling dust and debris, they began to accelerate...

  “fire！！！”

  On the command of the infantry company commander in the Allied trenches, more than 100 machine guns of various types formed a automatic firepower and spewed out dazzling flames! In an instant, it wove into a large net with no dead angle!

  The few warriors who rushed to the front were instantly penetrated by the 7.62mm bullets that flew over, biting their teeth tightly, and a few drops of blood seeped from the corners of their mouths. Then they fell down softly.

  "Don't be afraid - keep charging!!" Baralayka turned back and shouted, his hands moving without stopping, holding the only remaining AK with bullets, instantly knocking down several Allied machine gunners who were still firing in front of him.

  "——Ora!!!"

  Seeing the officer so brave, the morale of the Red Army soldiers rose again, and they involuntarily took another step forward, narrowing the distance to the first line of defense of the Allied forces in front.

  "Damn it! Are those guys on the first line drunk with red wine?! Can't even hit at such a close distance!" Carlos was furious, jumping up and down and cursing. He ordered again: "Let that Beryl's troops go up! If we lose this position, I'll shoot him dead!"

  The 200-meter distance quickly became zero under the Red Army's charge, and Baralayka soon found himself in close combat with the Allied soldiers in the trenches. This does not mean that the Allied soldiers hiding in the trenches were poor shooters, but rather that the soldiers brought by Baralayka were too cunning, all of them being seasoned paratroopers who had seen every possible scenario. They had long since developed their own way of dodging bullets on the bloody battlefield, each one crouching with their backs bent and spaced at a considerable distance from each other. It would be a miracle if machine guns could take them all down at once.

  When the first Red Army soldier rushed into the trench, those Allied machine gunners were still reloading their bullets. Then one by one, these completely defenseless machine gunners fell under the swift and ruthless Russian-style hospitality of the Red Army soldiers' bayonets, and one by one they all went to heaven.

  Moreover, the follow-up Red Army soldiers also quickly replaced their weapons with those of the Allied forces. For a time, the Red Army suddenly possessed automatic firepower.

  Within ten or twenty minutes, relying on cold weapons and a small number of hot weapons, the brutal white blade battle came to an end.

  However, the outcome was somewhat unexpected, with nearly 150 men from three Allied machine gun companies being killed or wounded, while the Red Army troops suffered only a dozen casualties.

  It's actually a very normal result, the 70+ soldiers of the current Balalaika squad are complex in composition, with paratroopers, tankers, rocketeers, and even cooks, but none of these soldiers didn't crawl out from piles of dead bodies, they were able to survive multiple brutal bayonet fights, it's impossible without some skill.

  Such a cruel survival of the fittest, such a bloody selection of the best among the superior, even if it were the world's top special forces recruitment, would not be more than this? Facing the Red Army elite screened out in this "cruel" way, even the elite infantry of more than a dozen regular US army corps could not gain any advantage in a fair fight!

  Moreover, the three Allied battalions that were put into defense, although they had a larger numerical advantage, did not have many old soldiers. The vast majority of them were newly replenished British mainland reserve soldiers, or even second-line troops. These big-nosed British guys also often gathered for training, but their individual quality was far inferior to that of the active Allied veterans.

  So, more than 70 of Balayev's elite troops were able to defeat over a hundred coalition soldiers at the cost of ten or so casualties.

  "Damn it!" Carlos cursed loudly and tore off his military cap from his head.

  "It seems that this time we can't help but go all out!" He pulled out the Browning pistol from his pocket and shouted at his subordinates: "All of you, charge! I don't believe that our 500 men can't take down such a small group of Red Army!"

  The main position of the Red Army company, Baralayka took a deep breath of cold air. He gripped his ADK-45 assault rifle tightly again.

  Hundreds of Allied soldiers are rushing from all sides with bayonets, it seems that the Allies have abandoned the positional warfare and started a general offensive with a direct frontal assault. The final moment of desperation has finally arrived. Although there is some reluctance and regret, but Baralaika will never retreat! As a daughter of the motherland, as a soldier, even if I die, I would rather die on the road to charge than die on the way to escape!

  Turning back fiercely, Baralayka looked up at the sky and let out a long roar: "Comrades, the Allied soft eggs have come to bury us!"

  The more than sixty remaining officers and soldiers suddenly burst into loud laughter, the endless heroic spirit instantly spread endlessly on the battlefield, even the shadow of death could only quietly retreat.

  Behind the Allied lines, Xiao Bingjia led 100 marines to finally arrive at the battlefield.

  As soon as they arrived on the battlefield, Xiao Bing saw that the blue uniforms of the Allied army officers and soldiers were everywhere, and the Red Army infantry had already been forced into a circle.

  As the Red Army infantry, with a strength of only 60 or more, was about to be annihilated in what seemed like an endless wave of Allied forces. Xiao Bingji immediately ordered: "Gunners! Are there any grenade launchers here?"

  "Yes!" From the army formation behind him, several tall soldiers immediately walked out.

  "Prepare to fire! The Allied forces are ahead of us! Uh, just aim at where there are more people and shoot!" Xiao Bing Jia gave a direct order without knowing the artillery terminology. After a pause, Xiao Bing Jia continued to give orders: "The rest of you comrades, after our artillery fire is over, immediately follow me in charging the enemy and rescuing our fellow comrades! Do you understand?"

  "Yes!"

  At the sound of the order, the special forces soldiers with grenade launchers immediately ran forward and set up their portable grenade launchers, while the rest of the soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns to make final preparations.

  The artillery team leader stretched out his right thumb and said, "The distance has exceeded 500 meters, it's close to the extreme range, at such a long distance, the hit rate is hard to guarantee!"

  Xiao Bingjia gritted his teeth and said resolutely: "Damn it, blast him!"

  "Yes!" The captain responded, and then quickly brought over the 50mm Russian ultra-light howitzer, re-set it up, re-calculated the distance, and re-adjusted the firing angle. Everything was ready, he picked up a shell and loaded it into the barrel. With a loud "Boom", the shell took off with a trail of smoke.

  Ten seconds later, a burst of flames suddenly rose from the camp in front! And the rest of the gunners also fired shells at the same time.

  In an instant, the Allied army formation 500 meters ahead was blown to pieces by the sudden appearance of artillery fire, wailing and screaming. Xiao Bing's eyes lit up immediately, damn it, this is great stuff! Although he had long known that the grenade launcher was very powerful, he hadn't expected the effect of a surprise attack to be so great. The range of this grenade launcher may not have been as long as that of a regular mortar or medium-to-heavy howitzer, but it excelled in its lightness and high mobility. If you were to shoot one at someone and then run away, they would cry without knowing where to cry.

  To put it simply - this is a short knife killer in a cannon!

  In just 5 minutes, the artillery captain fired all 5 rounds of ammunition he was carrying. On the other hand, the Allied forces were hit by a sudden barrage of 100 small-caliber shells, with many soldiers either blown to pieces or losing limbs, crying out in agony as they lay on the ground. Their battalion commander, Carlos, was also instantly killed by a direct hit from one of the shells. In an instant, the enemy's position was thrown into complete chaos.

  Can't help but admit, the quality of this artilleryman under my command is quite good. Especially that small cannon is simply divine, basically it's point and shoot. Not even needing to adjust fire.

  The artillery's performance is over, now it's our infantry's turn to charge!

  "Charge!!!!!!! Uraaaaah!!!!! " Xiao Bing Jia let out a long, loud whoop as he charged forward with his submachine gun like a tiger. The Red Army soldiers followed close behind him, shooting anyone still alive on the ground with a burst of bullets.

  An Allied infantryman struggled to get up, just as he was about to fire his gun, two sharp bayonets had ruthlessly stabbed into his back, followed by several more stabs, and the entire back of the Allied infantryman was instantly turned into a bloody sieve. The Japanese infantrymen only twitched twice before falling silent.

  An Allied lieutenant struggled to sit up, and the approaching Red Army soldier raised his hand and fired a shot that hit the lieutenant right between the eyebrows. The lieutenant didn't even have time to cry out before he fell forward onto the ground, with dark blood mixed with white foam gushing from the corner of his mouth, staining the earth beneath him red in an instant. Soon, the lieutenant's eyes became completely empty.

  A Red Army lieutenant stepped over the body of an Allied lieutenant and stabbed him in the back with a bayonet.

  Not all the Allied soldiers were knocked down by the previous round of artillery fire, and many Allied soldiers who had escaped the artillery fire lay on the ground and fired futilely at Xiao Bing's position.

  But what kind of people are these Marine Corps? They were all killed from the bloody sea. These killing gods basically ran to where they died, and the bullets in their hands were like a whirlwind under their operation, and the Allied soldiers couldn't organize a decent formation.

  Moreover, what's more...

  Xiao Bing held two submachine guns in his hands, without even looking at them, and with a sweep of his left hand, he shot a burst of bullets that pierced the heart of an Allied soldier who was still holding a pistol and making a last-ditch resistance on the ground. With his right hand, he fired a single shot, blowing the head off an Allied soldier who had just poked out half of his face from behind a half-concrete wall. But that's not all - he pulled down a grenade, pulled out the safety pin, turned around, and with a straight-line throw, kicked the grenade 50 meters forward into a group of Allied soldiers hiding in a trench, too afraid to lift their heads.

  A burst of light was followed by several incomplete human body fragments flying out from there.

  Looking at Xiao Bingjia again, I suddenly found that Xiao Bingjia's left eye was actually shining with a red light.

  Xiao Bing Jia is showing off again...

  Surging spiritual power, like a tidal wave, filled the entire battlefield within a 500-meter radius of him. The intense spiritual power retracted, and a dense spiritual aura enveloped the surrounding area. Through observing the enemy soldiers' strongly fluctuating spiritual fields, regret, excitement, and cruelty were visible. Regret was gray, excitement was red, and cruelty was a deep crimson! And that blood-red color, which seemed to have immersed all evil sins, gleamed with a dark, malevolent red!

  I'm really sorry! No matter how good your hiding position is, your thoughts will always expose all your movements under my eyes!

  And so, silently fall under my 5.5mm bullets! Then celebrate my perfect victory with your blood and flesh!

  The originally already been the Allied forces endless offensive tortured shaky Bara Leika team was suddenly a burst of cannon fire stunned. When will the Allies not count their own casualties to carry out artillery attacks on both armies in the melee?

  But the next scene made them understand, looking at the Allied soldiers who were blown down by shells, even a fool would understand, it seemed that their reinforcements had arrived!

  At that moment, morale rose again. The more they tried to stab the bayonet into the enemy's chest, the bullets seemed to sweep towards the enemy without spending money. Everything was like venting the despair in their hearts before and the unspeakable emotions of desperate survival at this moment. Tears gathered in the tiger eyes of the officers and soldiers. They vented their emotions in various ways, whether it was cheering or crying, howling or rolling on the ground.

  Humans are just such strange creatures.

  It wasn't long before this one-sided battle came to an end. When Xiaobing Jia led the well-equipped and high-spirited landing troops to meet with the 16-man Balalaika squad, who were covered in wounds but still unyielding, both sides saw respect in each other's eyes.

  Salute to the Paratrooper Brigade for their tenacity and bravery, salute to the Marine Corps for their fearlessness and elite combat skills!

  When the two commanders met, Xiao Bingjia and Barlake were both stunned for a moment. Then they seemed to have nothing to do with each other and hugged each other.

  When Xiaobing held Bara Lakka, this guy's heart was thinking: [It was you who smashed my head! It was you! Don't dare not admit it! And when are you going to return my ASK rifle? Eh~~ When did I learn the vicious skill of vomiting four consecutive hits?

  The ceremony ended, and the armored soldiers returned to their original positions. With a serious face, he said: "General! The crisis of your team has not yet ended, I will cheer for you with ak! Wishing him eternal martial luck! - To that end."