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

At the southern foot of Jiandong Mountain, the trenches of the Third Company's position had mostly collapsed.

Ruan Ruan tore off a piece of fabric from a tattered cotton-padded coat, wrapped it around a soldier's thigh, and tightened it sharply.

The bleeding finally slowed down.

"Don't sleep, do you hear me?"

The soldier's lips were pale, and he barely opened his eyes.

"I...I didn't sleep."

"He was watching me even though he wasn't asleep."

Ruan Ruan lowered her head and continued to examine his wound.

A few meters away, Crazy Brother and Old Squad Leader were digging away the scalding hot topsoil with their bare hands.

There are anti-artillery holes buried beneath the soil.

Kuang Ge's ten fingers were scalded with blisters, but he didn't seem to feel it as he hugged a piece of broken wood and gritted his teeth as he dragged it to the side.

The old squad leader lifted the log from the other side.

"You rascal, give it your all!"

"I've used up all my strength!"

"Then let's raise the roof a little higher!"

Crazy Brother cursed and exerted force from his waist and back at the same time.

Squad Leader Shi used an entrenching tool to pry open the wooden stake, and the three of them worked together to pry open the collapsed area, finally revealing two faces covered in black ash.

"There are still people alive!"

Squad Leader Shi shouted.

Crazy Brother and the old squad leader, one on each side, dragged the two dying soldiers out of the ruins.

The Third Company's position was devastated, with many people burned or killed.

Many air-raid shelters also failed to hold, burying many soldiers alive, who are currently being rescued by their comrades.

As he rescued the people, Kuang Ge cursed under his breath, thinking, "These Southern Dynasty soldiers are really scoundrels."

After just one wave of infantry and tank assault was repelled, bombers were brought in and blew the entire hilltop clean.

Did the artillery shells of the Allied Powers cost nothing?

And at this moment, amidst the ruins.

The third company commander was leaning against a charred tree stump, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his binoculars and peered down the mountain through the crack in the lens.

The enemy's formation had changed, and all the tanks had stopped at a safe distance at the foot of the mountain.

Their vehicles were partially hidden behind the slope, with their gun barrels raised high, clearly intended to serve as fixed gun emplacements.

Clearly, they were still wary of the desperate resistance the Third Company had launched earlier, which had destroyed their tanks.

On the other hand, they didn't believe that the Third Company, which had been hit by more than a thousand shells, would have many survivors, or even need tanks to be deployed.

You can tell just by looking at the relaxed expressions and gait of the Southern Dynasty soldiers.

After gathering the information, the company commander put down his binoculars, then grabbed the short whistle on his chest and blew out two rapid, low notes.

The officers of each platoon and squad quickly assembled with the company commander.

Crazy Brother and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, then picked up their guns and followed.

"The situation is clear," the third company commander said bluntly.

"I just did a quick count, and we've suffered nearly half our casualties, and several of our light and heavy machine guns have been destroyed."

"But the commander's strict order is that we, this thorn in the side, must be firmly planted on the southern mountain of Jiandong!"

The company commander glanced down the mountain, then looked at the group of people in front of him.

"We are short-handed and at a disadvantage in terms of equipment, but we still have to fight."

"Tell me, everyone, what's the next move?"

Kuang Ge was shocked.

More than half of them were killed, most of their firing positions were destroyed, and the enemy still had tanks and heavy artillery support.

They will have to hold out for at least a few more days until the main force is assembled and deployed, or until support troops arrive.

But now, after only two hours of fighting, the Third Company has suffered nearly half its casualties...

This battle was far more brutal than Madman had anticipated.

They managed to drive away the first wave of South Korean troops with relatively minor losses, but many more comrades fell in the free artillery fire of the allied powers.

But the real battles on the front lines didn't give them much time for sentimentality.

As soon as the artillery fire stopped, they had to squat in the trenches to attend military democratic meetings and discuss how to launch a counterattack.

Squad Leader Shi wiped the dirt off his face and spoke first.

"The enemy tanks dare not go up the mountain, this is our opportunity."

"They relied on their fierce artillery fire and their arrogance."

"Let the enemy infantry get close and fire when they are within 30 meters."

……

"Yes, if we keep them close, the enemy won't dare to fire indiscriminately."

"When they come up, don't rush to use the machine gun. The whole company should hold onto all the usable grenades and throw them together on command."

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"They'll be thrown into chaos when the grenade goes off. We'll take this opportunity to close in with our bayonets and engage in hand-to-hand combat, then we'll hold them off."

"We'll split into groups of three, infiltrate along the trenches, and specifically target their flanks, preventing them from retreating and creating distance to drop bombs!"

……

The soldiers were discussing it amongst themselves.

With just a few words, the tactics were decided, all based on experience gained at the cost of their lives.

The enemy has tanks, planes, and artillery.

Then we'll position the enemy at a distance where they dare not fire their artillery, and then take them out with our bayonets and grenades!

With time running out, the Third Company quickly finalized their tactics and prepared to return to their respective positions.

Just then, Ruan Ruan squeezed in, carrying a medical kit stained with blood.

"Reporting to the company commander, the logistics support team has been reorganized!"

"Huh? What kind of guarantee?" The company commander was stunned for a moment, looking at the new medic recruit in the third squad.

Ruan Ruan pointed to the cat ear holes on both sides that hadn't completely collapsed yet and explained.

"We have gathered together the lightly wounded who were still able to crawl."

"There were seven or eight men in total who couldn't hold guns, but they could be responsible for loading bullets and passing grenades on both flanks, and they could also relay messages."

"As soon as the enemy came up, they replenished their ammunition in the rear to ensure that the front-line firepower remained uninterrupted."

The company commander paused for a moment after hearing this, noticing the "we" in Ruan Ruan's words.

In other words, this new recruit, Ruan Ruan, has already established her authority among the medics of their third company...

These new recruits in the third platoon are all really strange.

They seem to be natural-born battlefield talents, and even have innate organizational abilities.

The third company commander smacked his chapped lips.

"Did you organize all of this?"

"Yes."

"When was this arranged?"

"When I was rescuing people just now," Ruan Ruan said, then added.

"Company commander, the lightly wounded can still move... They are unwilling to watch everyone fight, but they are powerless to help."

The third company commander looked at Ruan Ruan for a few seconds, raised his hand to pat the sandbag next to him, and then pointed to the two flanks.

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

"Tell them to take cover and not get wiped out by enemy fire."

"yes!"

She turned and left softly, her clean and efficient manner leaving the third company commander somewhat dazed, as if he were seeing the head of the medical squad.

The company commander snapped out of his daze and waved to the crowd.

"Return to your positions!"

Just as everyone raised their guns, Eagle Eye, who was leaning against the edge of the trench, suddenly stood up straight, picked up his gun, and walked up to the third company commander.

"Company commander, wait a moment, I request to switch to a rifle with higher accuracy."

"Ideally... it would be American-made!"