One soldier bit the second rope in his mouth, climbed over the rope with difficulty, reached the back of the small hill, and was busy setting up a second passage. The second soldier on the other side then began to climb the rope to cross the water. For safety reasons, only one soldier could cross at a time using one rope.
The sky was already bright, and the chaos had ceased. The small hill was back in the hands of the Ninth Platoon, and the exasperated Jinba La was preparing and coordinating, ready to attack the hill.
Mule and Li Xiang came back, with two ropes tied across the water, and the soldiers from the second company were climbing over two by two.
Ma Liang slid along the water's edge to the small hill and returned to the ninth row. It was already daybreak, and the wounded who had left the battlefield should also be on their way to the anti-wine station. The small hill was no longer a desperate place, and Hu Yi's brows finally relaxed, returning to his usual calm expression.
"Looks like we just have to hold out for another wave." Ma Liang, who had just jumped into the trench, said behind Hu Yi while using the muddy water in the trench to wash the mud off his hands.
I raised the telescope and looked down in front. It seemed that the main force of the Jinba La was in front of me, because from time to time someone ran out from the front to the sides, probably to pass on orders. During the riot, in order to avoid grenades, the enemy retreated a hundred meters away, but the distance was not far, and all the details were visible. Now they were either hiding in pits or behind ridges and boulders, and from time to time someone would poke his head towards the high ground.
At this moment, the Second Company had just begun to cross the river. It was two ropes, not a bridge, and it would take time. If the enemy started to charge from three sides now, it would be unclear whether the Ninth Platoon could hold on. There were too few people, and in order to maximize the chaos, the grenades had been almost used up. Even if the Ninth Platoon could hold on, it would not be good.
"We can't hold on! If we hold on for another nine rows, all of them will be gone. We still can't hold this position." Hu Yi, who was observing quietly with a telescope, suddenly said.
Ma Liang stopped and looked up: "Should we retreat? But even if we do, it will take time. We need to leave some people here to block them, right?"
"Then I'll go tell the second company to stop crossing!" Luo Fugui prepared to crawl out to the back.
"I'll lead the second team to hold them off!" Liu Jianqiang asked from a distance.
He put down the telescope and turned back to follow the voice: "Mule, get back here!" Then he began to issue orders: "Everyone get into firing position, aim straight ahead, and prepare for battle! Li Xiang, serve the last dish straight ahead!"
The most important thing is to see the situation clearly. What the 9th Platoon really needs to do is not to hold on, but to buy time. The longer the time, the more people from the 2nd Company will come. As long as the enemy's attack time is delayed, the chance of holding the position will be greater. The army is a collective. Sometimes, even without orders, they will fight according to the established goals. However, the bandits are the opposite. They are scattered and have no subjective initiative at all. Since it is now determined that the main force of Jinba La is at the foot of the mountain, then we should attack instead of defend, and continue to toss with them so that they have no time to fight now.
Li Xiang had used up all the grenades he brought with him, and now he only had the last chemical bomb left. Looking at the enemy range in front of him, he couldn't help but say to Hu Yi: "There is stagnant water in many places. If you fall into the water, it may not be very effective."
"Then let's just accept our fate! Just keep shooting." Hu Yi took his rifle off his back and checked the magazine.
Li Xiang stopped talking, carefully wiped the grenade with a distinct color mark on his chest, and wiped it carefully with his dirty sleeve. Facing the grenade in his hand, he sighed deeply and thought to himself: I am a loser, I can't do anything well, I can't hit it accurately after so many shots. This requirement is not high, as long as it doesn't fall into the puddle. I have a pair of eyes for nothing, so I have to open your eyes and let you choose a good place by yourself, go.
Bang—the sound of a grenade being launched was heard.
There was a loud noise of bolts, and more than a dozen rifles and a machine gun went into standby mode.
The grenade flying in the air was visible as a black dot, but Li Xiang didn't dare to look. He squatted in the machine gun bunker, kneeling on one knee in the shooting posture of the grenade launcher, lowered his head, looked at the muddy water under his feet, and waited quietly. He tried his best to aim and was cautious. The target was a slightly higher slope, where there would definitely be no water. He just didn't know whether the angle of his grenade launcher was the same as expected, and how much it would deviate.
The platoon leader said that if it doesn't work, just accept your fate. In fact, your destiny is in your own hands. The distance and angle are all decided by yourself. Is this fate
The black dot suddenly became clear at the highest point of the arc, and then began to fall, faster and faster, until it was too fast to be seen clearly.
Pah—a small deep pit instantly appeared on the soft soil.
Some people nearby whispered to each other, "What's that noise?"
"What seems to have fallen from the sky?"
"It was the Eighth Route Army that fired just now, right? Why didn't we hear any sound?"
Smoke finally rose from the pit and began to spread.
On the high ground, Hu Yi put down the telescope and turned his head to look at Li Xiang who was still shooting with his head down: "If you were aiming at that gentle slope, this would not be fate, but the meaning of your existence!"
Gunshots suddenly began to ring out as the enemies panicked and began to flee in all directions, centering on the point of impact, becoming moving targets.
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The last chemical bomb of the ninth row forced Jinbala and the main force to retreat 200 meters, leaving their armor and weapons behind. The unknown is the most terrifying. That puff of smoke is so strange. From ancient times to the present, it seems that only Zhuge Kongming can do such a mysterious thing? There must be a sorcerer among the Eighth Route Army. It's incredible!
Until the two platoons of the second company reached the high ground, Jinba La did not launch another attack, only surrounded but did not fight. Morale was greatly reduced, no one was willing to fight, and it was found that there seemed to be more and more Eighth Route Army on the high ground, so they simply waited for reinforcements. Luoye Village was not too far away, and we should be able to arrive at noon, so we will talk about it then.
For fear that the girl would fall into the water, they tied a rope around her waist and put it on the main rope when she was climbing just in case. Unexpectedly, she was the fastest climber, as light as a little monkey, and soon reached the other side.
Hu Yi was the last to reach the other side. He immediately arranged for Shi Cheng's squad to replace the platoon left behind by the second company and go up the mountainside to monitor the foot of the two wings of the high ground on the other side. All the soldiers of the second company began the last batch to cross, completing a complete rotation between the high ground and the cave with the ninth platoon.
Some soldiers were busy looking for a place to light a fire, and Li Xiang led two people to make a hot meal. Hu Yi walked into the cave tiredly, and not far away, he saw the bodies of the soldiers of the second company on both sides of the passage.
When passing by one of the bodies, he stopped for a moment. It was Kuai Tui'er. Hu Yi finally understood. No wonder Gao Yidao was different when he passed by him. He didn't say a single sarcastic word and walked past him with a blank look. It seemed that he had completely become a lonely person, just like what he had experienced before. From the establishment of the Second Company to today, Kuai Tui'er was the last veteran soldier. Now, except for Gao Yidao, the Second Company no longer had a face like before. He had lost the last real soldier of the Second Company. Kuai Tui'er's face would always be branded in Gao Yidao's heart, becoming a pain that could never be healed.
After turning the last corner, a huge space came into view. Although the light was not very bright, Hu Yi could not help but stop for a while. No wonder Gao Yidao was reluctant to burn it, there were really too many.
"Runny nose."
"have."
"The person leading you will be responsible for replenishing the ammunition and grenade distribution for the entire platoon."
"Yes." Liu Jianqiang immediately dropped the object he was fiddling with and led his men to the location of guns and ammunition.
I continued walking into the cave, and gradually saw a bear rummaging through boxes in a corner. I couldn't help but ask, "Are you tired?"
The bear turned around and saw who was coming. He suddenly grinned, "Not tired, not tired. I'm just... helping to count the goods!"
"Since you're not tired, take your machine gun and go to the mountain to help Shi Cheng."
"Ah? Boss Hu, I actually... still feel a bit... headache..."
"Now!"
Luo Fugui smacked his lips, then got up and walked out reluctantly, looking like a reluctant bear.
Just after I got rid of the bear, I heard some noise coming from the other side.
"Oh, I can't see clearly, bring the light closer!" Xiao Hongying put on her helmet askew, holding a crowbar that she found from somewhere, and was trying to hit a nailed box. Wu Shitou held a lantern and stood beside her to illuminate it.
Hu Yi was so upset at the sight. It would have been fine if he just pried the box open, but he actually did it himself instead of using Wu Shitou. It would have been fine if he just did it himself, but he didn't even bother to check what kind of box it was.
"Girl, can you please stop for a moment? Hmm? Can you try another box? I'm begging you on behalf of all of us in the Ninth Row!"
"Silly fox! When the regiment arrives, how can we have a chance to keep the good stuff? Matches are light and in short supply. Why not keep a few packs and exchange them for something in the future? Right?" Xiao Hongying took off the helmet that was in the way and stuffed it into Wu Shitou's arms. The pair of pigtails that had been freed from their restraints immediately stood up proudly. She re-posed in a posture that she would not give up until she achieved her goal, ready to attack again: "I don't believe it, auntie!"
"Girl, listen to my advice. That's gunpowder, not matches."
"Ah?" Her pigtails trembled suddenly. She looked carefully at the two big black characters on the box. She recognized the word 'fire', but it turned out that the other word was not 'firewood', but 'medicine'. How could she, who always slept with a snot bubble in her nose during cultural classes, recognize it!
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Jinbala looked very unhappy, and could not help but say to the people around him: "It won't work if they are not our own people! None of these idiots have brains. They think that if they withdraw, they can become mountain kings. The Eighth Route Army has come here, how can they continue to talk nonsense? Sooner or later, they will be crushed to death by the Eighth Route Army! When the lips are gone, the teeth are cold. Can't any of them figure it out?"
The master advised: "Boss, the situation is already like this, and being angry at them for not fighting will not help. I am just worried, will we really have reinforcements?"
This master had joined Jinba La not long ago, but judging from this time, the master performed well. Jinba La liked him more and more, and his trust in him gradually increased, so he said, "Of course, he will probably arrive at noon."
The master was very curious about who the reinforcements would be. He couldn't think of any other forces in this area, but Jinba La didn't point it out, so he couldn't ask more. He could only smile and say, "That's good, that's good."
So, the bandits also lit up their cooking smoke and killed time with the Eighth Route Army...