It was supposed to be a casual game, but the Long March dungeon brought tears to everyone's eye

Amidst the gunfire, the third company commander bent over and crossed the communication trench.

He brushed away the loose soil covering the soldiers and shouted to everyone at the top of his lungs.

"Are you all alive? Don't sleep! Hold your guns tight!"

The cannon fire was so loud that no one could hear him.

The soldiers could only watch the third company commander's lip movements, grit their teeth, hug their guns back to their arms, and endure the endless bombardment from the South Korean army.

The old sergeant squatted at the very back of the bunker, his broad shoulders shielding Ruan Ruan's body.

Whenever the roof collapsed, he would raise his hand to protect his soft head.

Madman and Hawkeye also crouched down in perfect unison, protecting Softie in the middle.

Combat medics are invaluable.

Even without Kuang Ge and his men, the soldiers of the Third Squad would have protected Ruan Ruan firmly.

After the cannon fire subsided, everyone shook their heads, which were still spinning from the impact.

Crazy Brother brushed the mud off his head and spat on the ground.

"Damn it, this battle was so frustrating!"

"Why do I feel like I'm trying to fight someone's planes and cannons with a fire poker?"

Even during the bloody battle of Xiangjiang, the main force didn't bombard them this much.

The area of ​​the Third Company's position was only about 500 meters long, just a hilltop.

Kuang Ge estimated that the Southern Dynasty army had fired at least a hundred shells at their heads; it was utterly inhuman.

Were the allied powers really that arrogant?

If they hadn't reinforced their positions overnight, Kuang Ge had no doubt that his squad would have been buried alive here this morning after that shelling.

This is true... they were blown up and couldn't even lift their heads.

Hawkeye leaned against the other side, wiping the dust off the gun, and surprisingly let out a sigh.

"Sigh, the equipment gap is there, we just have to bear it."

He now understood why Luo the old scoundrel had arranged for them to be resurrected and saved.

The equipment gap seems to be much larger than they thought.

The shelling stopped twenty minutes later.

Kuang Ge was too lazy to count how many shells the Southern Dynasty army had thrown, but he estimated there must have been two or three hundred. They had almost leveled the hilltop.

And there was no time for them to grumble; before the smoke of battle had even cleared, the Southern Dynasty army's charge whistles rang out from the foot of the mountain.

More than ten American heavy tanks lined up in battle formation, spewing black smoke as they pressed down on the hillside.

Several hundred South Korean infantrymen, carrying standard-issue rifles, hid behind armored vehicles and followed the tanks as they advanced with relatively relaxed expressions.

In past battles, once the artillery had achieved this level of coverage, there were usually few survivors left on the mountain positions.

Even if there were any survivors in the North Korean People's Army, they would abandon their armor and flee in panic upon seeing the combined infantry and tank advance.

Just like them, once their casualties reach a certain percentage, their morale collapses and they flee in panic.

So all they had to do was go up the hillside, plant the flag, and take control of the position, and the battle would be over.

The sound of tank tracks crushing the frozen ground grew closer and closer to the Third Company's position.

In the trenches, the soldiers of the Third Company, who had just survived the artillery fire, slid one after another to their firing positions.

There are already quite a few fewer people in each platoon and class.

Class 3 is a rare example of a fully structured organization.

But so what? Should they retreat just because their comrades have died?

Their retreat would be an insult to their fallen comrades!

The soldiers of the Third Company shook the mud off their hat brims while checking their equipment and loading ammunition, their morale soaring even higher because of the sacrifices of their comrades.

Especially the experienced veterans of the Third Company, they would immediately counterattack after being hit by artillery fire; they had long since mastered this tactic!

It was just artillery fire that was even more ferocious than that of the Japanese invaders and their main forces!

At this moment, the Southern Dynasty army's formation below the mountain was getting closer and closer to them.

The machine guns on the enemy tanks began firing, frightening the Chinese People's Volunteer Army survivors who thought their morale had been shattered.

The Southern Dynasty infantrymen, however, did not bend over; their front boots had already stepped into the 50-meter life-or-death line set by the 360th Regiment.

"beat!"

The company commander suddenly opened fire, and the previously silent Jiandong South Mountain opened fire simultaneously.

The sounds of rifles, machine guns, and submachine guns blended together, bullets sweeping down the hillside towards the enemy.

The soldiers threw grenades one after another, the black projectiles flying over the breastwork and landing in the ranks of the South Korean infantry.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Southern Dynasty soldiers at the forefront of the left wing fell one after another.

The soldiers behind them rushed forward a few steps through the shell craters before being brought to a stop by the intense fire.

The South Korean soldiers, who never expected the Chinese People's Volunteer Army to dare to resist, were stunned. Their left flank formation was quickly broken up by the Third Company.

However, the tanks and South Korean infantry on the right flank did not stop.

They continued to advance under the cover of armor, the tank main guns turned to the hillside, and the heavy machine guns kept one of the 3rd Company's firing positions pinned down.

boom!

A shell slammed into the right flank trench, overturning wooden stakes, sandbags, and machine gun mounts, creating a gap in the Third Company's firepower.

A dozen or so Southern Dynasty soldiers seized the opportunity and stepped over the fallen soldiers to rush to the top of the slope.

They were yelling and shouting, only a few steps away from the Third Company's trench.

The officer at the front saw the volunteer soldiers at the bottom of the pit, smiled, and raised his submachine gun to fire downwards.

But before the trigger could be pulled, several figures rushed out from the bottom of the trench.

The soldiers of the third squad were covered in mud. They didn't even have time to reload their guns. They picked up their bayonets, swung their entrenching tools, and charged into the enemy ranks.

This completely stunned the Southern Dynasty officer who was at the forefront.

They both charged up to the other side's high ground, so why didn't the other side surrender?

This is completely different from the Northern Dynasty army they fought against before.

In his confusion, Kuang Ge had already rushed in front of him, swung his entrenching tool at the Southern Dynasty officer's chin.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was half-covered by the gunshot.

The Southern Dynasty officer flew backward, his submachine gun falling into the mud.

Without stopping, Kuang Ge turned around and used the handle of his shovel to strike another enemy soldier in the chest.

The man groaned, clutching his chest as he stumbled backward, knocking his companion off balance.

The old squad leader stood close to Crazy Brother's side and behind, shielding him from the gun barrels thrusting from the side.

"when!"

The back of the knife smashed the bayonet, and the old sergeant swung his hand back to knock the enemy soldier to the ground.

Another bayonet thrust in from the front.

The veteran sergeant dodged to the side, then swung his broadsword upwards, forcing the opponent to retreat several steps.

Immediately afterward, the blade swept across, tearing the enemy soldier's uniform in front of his chest, and he fell into the edge of the trench.

Crazy Brother and Old Squad Leader, one in front and one behind, carved out a road on the narrow hilltop.

Crazy Bro's entrenching tool was used to attack the front, while Sergeant Old Squad Leader's broadsword covered the flanks.

Someone lunged at Crazy Brother, but was immediately blocked by the old squad leader.

Someone tried to get behind the old squad leader, but Crazy Brother turned around and shoveled at them, forcing them back.

This guy, a battle maniac, dared not be careless and was always paying attention to the situation around him, especially the situation of the old squad leader.

The old and the young worked together so well that the veteran soldiers of the third squad were unwilling to be outdone by the new recruits.

They charged out of the trenches with bayonets at their heels, driving the Southern Dynasty army away.

The Southern Dynasty army had never seen a battle where the enemy broke through to their positions and fought them with bayonets.

Especially after the death of the leading South Korean officer, and with their bayonet fighting prowess no match for the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, the South Korean soldiers on the right flank couldn't help but back down in fear.

Once someone retreated, the other Southern Dynasty soldiers could no longer hold on and began to retreat as well.

They ran away incredibly fast, even abandoning their guns, leaving behind only a few corpses and a pile of American weapons on the hilltop.

Crazy Brother leaned on his entrenching tool, panting heavily.

He fell silent as he watched the third company commander and his men risk their lives to destroy the enemy tank.

They won, but it seems they didn't win completely.

There was so much damage... but they didn't have time to grieve.

The Southern Dynasty army had just been wiped out, and the soldiers of the Third Company had barely caught their breath when the roar from the sky returned.

Eagle Eyes looked over, and his expression changed again.

This doesn't look like an ordinary bomber!