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Chapter 123 Crossroads Ambush

"Su Yang? Su Yang? What's wrong with you?"

Wu Xinxue called out anxiously, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a towel.

Xiao Bai also came over and eagerly licked Su Yang's cold fingers.

When she came home from get off work, she saw Su Yang lying motionless on the bed. Knowing that he was talking to Xiao Yu again, she didn't disturb him.

She didn't even call Su Yang to get up and eat after she had prepared the meal; she just held Xiaobai and silently stayed by Su Yang's bedside.

As midnight approached, she noticed that Su Yang's face was growing paler and paler, and she could no longer hold back, so she called out to wake him up.

Su Yang opened his eyes, looking exhausted. Looking at Wu Xinxue, who stood by the bedside with a concerned expression, he forced a smile. "I'm fine, just a little tired!"

Seeing that he was awake, Wu Xinxue breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "I've kept your food warm on the stove, have some!"

Su Yang shook his throbbing head, thought for a moment, and nodded with a smile, "Okay!"

After getting out of bed, Wu Xinxue quickly brought him steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and corn porridge.

After eating a few bites, Su Yang felt his dizziness and lightheadedness subside considerably.

This was the first time he had shared his field of vision with Xiaoyu for such a long time while maintaining a high level of concentration.

The 352nd Regiment broke through the enemy's defenses at around 5 p.m.

At first, the whole regiment took the mountain paths and did not encounter any enemy resistance.

At approximately 17:30 PM, when the entire regiment reached Shangyudong, they were suddenly met with enemy artillery fire.

Su Yang risked his life to direct Xiao Yu to fly at low altitude to scout ahead. After surveying the terrain, Luo Pojun sent out a spearhead company to follow Xiao Yu and outflank the enemy position.

At 6 PM, Xiaoyu spotted the enemy reconnaissance platoon ahead of time, only to have them ambushed and wiped out by the 352nd Regiment.

At 6:30 PM, the local guide hired by the 352nd Regiment somehow led them astray.

It was Xiaoyu again; after flying around, she found the right path.

Between 7 PM and 8 PM, the 352nd Regiment encountered two groups of fleeing puppet troops in succession.

Following the orders from the division headquarters before the battle, the 352nd Regiment did not linger in battle or take prisoners. After disarming the enemy, they released them and continued their infiltration.

At this point, the interspersed tasks were more than half completed.

Unfortunately, while continuing their journey, they suddenly encountered a Lighthouse Army logistics convoy on the highway.

Normally, the 352nd Regiment would have rushed up to kill the enemy and seize supplies without hesitation.

But reaching the designated ambush point is the most important thing now.

The lighthouse logistics convoys all carry radios, which will immediately reveal the location of the 352nd Regiment in the event of a firefight.

So they could only watch helplessly as the enemy's supply convoy left. To prevent this from happening again, Luo Pojun ordered the entire regiment to abandon the main road and take the mountain road.

With Su Yang directing Xiao Yu to navigate the roads, even though the rest of the route was mountainous, the 352nd Regiment still arrived at their designated location, "south of Guangtian," a little after 9 PM.

In just 20 minutes, the 352nd Regiment annihilated the defending troops and then began to urgently set up defensive fortifications.

Su Yang was almost completely exhausted when he finally switched his focus back to Xiao Yu.

He ate his meal in large mouthfuls, and his complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.

"belch!"

Su Yang put down his bowl, let out a burp, and the food on the table had been completely devoured.

He glanced at Wu Xinxue, who was propping her chin up with her arm and watching him eat, and was about to tell her to go to sleep.

Suddenly, he received a message from Xiaoyu, and his expression changed.

No longer caring about anything else, Su Yang quickly returned to bed.

"Hey! Su Yang, you..."

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Wu Xinxue reached out to stop her, opened her mouth, but ultimately let her arm fall limply.

Su Yang turned his gaze back to Xiao Yu.

The 352nd Regiment is engaged in firefight with the enemy again.

Compared to the previous waves of enemy troops, this was clearly the main force. Because Xiaoyu's night vision was less than one-tenth of her daytime vision, Su Yang could only see that from the Y-shaped intersection occupied by the 352nd Regiment northward, the two roads were crowded with people, stretching as far as the end of Xiaoyu's field of vision.

There were numerous lights among the enemy forces, clearly emitted by tanks, armored vehicles, and cars.

"Da da da!"

"boom"

The makeshift fortifications recently built by the 352nd Regiment are under unprecedented pressure.

The hoarse roar of Niu Chengcai, the deputy battalion commander of the first battalion, mingled with gunfire: "Hold the line! Hold the intersection! Take out those lead tanks! Demolition teams, prepare!"

Below, the horrific scene, shrouded in the dim night, resembled a painting of purgatory:

The enemy's tanks and armored vehicles surged like a steel torrent, their engines roaring through the night sky, their tracks crushing the frozen ground and snow with a dull, chilling "clack-clack" sound.

They surged southward along the two roads like two glowing venomous snakes, attempting to break through the weak gate of the 352nd Regiment.

The tank turret spun, spewing deadly fireballs that exploded on the battlefield, kicking up mud and snow mixed with frozen soil and severed limbs.

The heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles fired wildly, shrapnel forming a dense net of fire that poured down on the makeshift fortifications, pinning the soldiers down. Bullets struck the rocks and frozen ground with muffled thuds.

The 352nd Regiment, with about 3000 men, had their weakness of not carrying heavy weapons exposed when they had to make a collective infiltration.

Now there are only three heavy machine guns and a few mortars in the fortifications at the intersection, which were captured when the intersection was taken.

The soldiers of the 352nd Regiment, relying on limited cover, stubbornly resisted with rifles, submachine guns, and grenades.

Every time he leans out to fire, he risks being met with a deadly hail of bullets.

Soldiers continued to fall, their blood quickly freezing into dark red ice crystals on the cold snow.

The medics crawled through the hail of bullets, each dragging of a wounded soldier fraught with immense risk.

From a relatively safer rear position, Luo Pojun's voice was already hoarse: "Conserve ammunition! Aim at the machine gunner's position and fire!"

"Where are the bombardiers? What are they doing? Weren't the anti-tank grenades already delivered? Quickly organize the demolition team to blow up the tank!"

He's actually starting to get a little anxious.

Using light weapons against enemy tanks, artillery, and heavy machine guns is a huge disadvantage.

On the battlefield, the Second and Third Battalions are at the forefront. Li Weixin is huddled together in the trench with Zheng Ergou and several other grenadiers from the First Battalion. He is also the leader of the grenade throwing and demolition team of the First Battalion.

Because of the cold weather and the frozen ground, and more importantly, because time was too tight, the soldiers of the 352nd Regiment could not dig half of the trenches before the enemy arrived, so everyone could only awkwardly huddle together.

"Report how many grenades we have left!" he shouted.

"I have"

Before the war began, the military headquarters delivered a total of 18 boxes of new hand grenades to the 352nd Regiment.

There were eight boxes of RG-42, totaling 160 rounds, of which the First Battalion received 60 rounds.

There were ten boxes of RPG-43, totaling 120 pills, and the first battalion received 40 pills.

"I still have 10 canned hand grenades left," four of them weighing two and a half pounds!

"I have 11 of one kind and 3 of the other!"

"I.....

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The canned grenade is the RG-42, while "two and a half pounds" refers to the RPG-43.

The RG-42 is called a "canned grenade" because it looks like a can, while the soldiers call the RPG-43 "two and a half pounds" because it really does weigh nearly two and a half pounds.

In order to carry these grenades, each of the bombardiers only carried a dozen or twenty bullets.

Li Weixin listened to the numbers everyone reported and silently calculated them in his mind.

There are 49 canned grenades left, while Liangban only has 25 left.

Too little!

He pondered how to make the best use of the only hand grenade he had.

"Whoosh!"

"what?"

The group only saw a blur before a white figure rushed into the trench. Before they could react, the white figure had already grabbed an RPG-43 grenade and taken off.

"Xiaoyu?"

""

"It snatched my grenade!"