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Chapter 270 Offensive and Defensive Battle (Part 2)
Helmets swayed in the shadows of the trees, the clanging of guns was chaotic, and figures emerged one after another from trenches, shell craters, and bushes, like a swarm of startled ants, retreating in a dense mass towards the depths of the forest to the north.

The scene was a mess, with blood-stained bandages scattered on the ground, one after another. Some were hanging on the aerial roots of the drooping banyan trees, while others were simply thrown into the mud, where they were trampled into the soft, wet soil, leaving dark red marks.

The ground was littered with discarded helmets, magazines, and water bottles, a truly wretched sight.

The old banyan tree had a very dense canopy, with its branches and leaves crowding together and swaying gently in the humid night breeze. Huo Qingshan was curled up on a thick horizontal branch, his back pressed against the trunk, his camouflage uniform wrapped with fresh banyan vines, and even his breathing was mixed with the rustling sound of the leaves rubbing against each other.

Looking down from this height, the entire retreat route is laid out before you—scattered supplies and equipment abandoned in haste among the fallen bushes, and a winding, bloody path stretches intermittently into the depths of the forest.

Through the telescope lens, the first thing that appeared in the field of vision was a squad of scouts. A dozen soldiers advanced in a triangular formation, moving quickly but cautiously, the metal discs of their mine detectors always held about ten centimeters off the ground, their cold metallic gleam slicing through the night fog.

"Beep—beep beep—"

With several sharp beeping sounds in succession, the rapidly advancing team had to stop temporarily.

Those were tripwire mines laid in advance by our army's reconnaissance squad.

Huo Qingshan watched their mine-clearing actions. The man's expression was inscrutable, and he remained motionless. The banyan tree he was perched on was no more than twenty meters away from those people.

In less than ten minutes, the Y Army's engineering platoon had completed the mine-clearing work in this area. Further ahead, the mine detectors stopped beeping, and their movements became noticeably more relaxed, with their speed increasing accordingly.

The approaching footsteps grew increasingly chaotic and dense, countless pairs of shoes pounding against the damp, humus-covered soil with a dull "plop, plop" sound.

They were eager to catch up with the fleeing troops of our army and eager to take advantage of the situation.

Huo Qingshan's gaze swept across the entire area from back to front, and then back again.

The Y Army's pursuing force had stretched out in a long formation, with the vanguard platoons almost crossing the forest.

Seeing that their main force had entered the core area, Huo Qingshan narrowed his dark eyes and decisively pressed the detonation device in his hand.

The instant the button was pressed, "Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

……

"Report to Artillery Command! Our main force has been ambushed by the enemy at coordinates XJ-7352! It has been confirmed that the enemy is feigning a retreat, with at least two companies lying in ambush! The observation post is using laser rangefinding to locate the enemy, requesting that the artillery group be put on standby!" Meng Youyou overheard the communication between the enemy artillery command and the forward observation post through her earpiece. Y Army Artillery Command: "How long will it take to pinpoint the enemy's coordinates?"

Y Army observation post: "Two minutes. Laser rangefinder has locked onto the target area!"

As soon as communication was lost, the artillery command's radio switched to the artillery's dedicated frequency. The Y Army's artillery command contacted the main artillery group first: "Red River No. 1, this is Phoenixwood, respond immediately!"

The only response it received was an irregular rustling sound: "..."

Y Army Artillery Command: "Switch to Channel 2, repeat, switch to Channel 2!"

"..."

Y Army Artillery Command: "Switch to Channel 3, respond immediately!"

"..."

Y Army Artillery Command: "Switch to Channel 4, last chance to make contact!"

"..."

The Y Army's main artillery position, located two kilometers from the front lines, was engulfed in flames.

At the same time that their main infantry force was ambushed, the area was engulfed by a barrage of artillery fire, leaving only ruins.

The barrage of howitzer fire plowed through the entire position, and the flames from the ammunition depot explosion stretched for nearly half a mile.

Bald Dove led his reconnaissance squad through the ruins, his gun barrels sweeping over the charred gun carriages and twisted radio wreckage, carefully cleaning up the battlefield captured in the raid.

Y Army's main artillery group was ideally positioned, not only covering almost all of our possible retreat routes and meeting over 90% of our fire support needs, but also being located in the blind spot of our artillery positions.

If its coordinates had not been determined in advance through radio monitoring and targeted covert maneuvers had not been carried out, our artillery groups would have been unable to mount an effective counterattack under normal circumstances, and would have been completely at a disadvantage.

This time, however, our carefully planned "retreat route" happened to fall within the optimal firing range of our own artillery groups. When the Y army's mobile artillery groups followed, they were forced to expose themselves to the fire coverage.

Constrained by this, Huo Qingshan had long anticipated that the Y Army, out of tactical conservatism, would retain at least half of its artillery force to hold the main positions. Now, this caution had become their death knell, allowing us to trap them like turtles in a jar.

Y Army's artillery command tried all the backup channels but still couldn't contact the main artillery group. They had to change tactics and contact a small mobile artillery group that was following the main infantry force one kilometer behind: "Red River No. 2, this is Phoenixwood, please respond."