Starting from 1950

The snowflakes, whipped by the cold wind, slapped against my face like knives.

On a hill about ten meters high on the west side of Longxing Cave.

More than 100 soldiers of the Eighth Company huddled in the snowdrift, completely silent.

This was the first time Su Yang had ever lay directly in the snow, but thanks to the panel's enhancements, he didn't feel particularly cold.

"flap!"

Xiaoyu swooped down almost straight down, then landed lightly beside Su Yang.

Almost all the soldiers looked over at the same time.

Su Yang had already learned about the situation that Xiao Yu had discovered through the soul connection.

But he still gestured as if asking Xiaoyu:

"How many trucks are there? Twenty? Or thirty? Do you have artillery? Ten? Six? Four? And the number of people? Is it less than our 352? Is it half the number? No? Then that's over two thousand people?"

He asked questions and gestured, and Xiaoyu cooperated by making "ga ga" sounds.

To the soldiers of the Eighth Company, the man and the bird were having a conversation.

Su Yang performed for a few minutes, mentally snapped to attention, and then looked up at the Eighth Company Commander and said:

"The enemy has approximately 2000 troops, 30 trucks, each carrying four cannons (model unknown), but no tanks, and they are about two kilometers away!"

The company commander, watching the conversation between the man and the bird, was momentarily amazed before quickly analyzing the situation, saying:

"The enemy has over 2000 men, while we, including the 7th Company on the eastern high ground, have a total of 612. We have a numerical advantage, but our mission is to hold them off for one hour, then have the 1st Battalion reinforce us from the north, delaying them for another two hours, after which everyone will feign a retreat!"

"Does everyone have the confidence to hold out for an hour?!" he roared at the soldiers behind him.

"Yes!" Li Weixin and other cadres responded.

"Yes!" the soldiers whispered in unison.

"Alright! Everyone, prepare for battle!" said the Eighth Company Commander.

Everyone began to prepare, the sounds of loading the pistol and breathing on their fingers blending together.

Ordinary soldiers in the 352nd Regiment are usually only issued 40-50 rounds of ammunition each.

As for Su Yang, because of Xiao Yu's importance to the 352nd Regiment, when he asked for 100 rounds of ammunition, the Eighth Company Commander hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

The gun he was assigned was a Springfield rifle, with a magazine that could only hold five rounds.

However, Su Yang asked the Eighth Company Commander for a few bridge clips, so loading ammunition wouldn't delay things during the fighting.

Seeing that all the soldiers were ready, Su Yang released Xiao Yu again.

Let it fly to an altitude of two or three thousand meters, and then fly south for one hundred kilometers.

This way, we can prepare in advance should the enemy send planes to bomb us.

.....

The cold wind was still howling, and more than three hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on the winding mountain road to the south.

Finally, more than thirty trucks struggled to make their way along the snow-covered dirt road, their engine sounds cut off intermittently by the cold wind.

Soldiers, dressed in bulky winter clothes and wearing helmets, either crammed into the truck bed or walked alongside the truck, looked tired and vigilant.

"Mortars, prepare!"

The company commander, his right hand covered in frostbite, gripped his gun tightly, while his left hand made a gesture to the rear.

Su Yang carefully pulled the bolt of the Springfield rifle, pressing his cheek against the equally cold stock. The icy metallic touch invigorated him.

Unlike the others, he didn't squint and aim through the iron sights, or even need to aim at all, as he watched the enemy troops get closer and closer.

"Fire!" The Eighth Company Commander roared, his voice like thunderclap in the silent valley!

"Bang bang bang..."

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da da da—!"

First came a series of crisp mortar shots, and gunfire followed even before the shells were airborne.

"boom--!"

Several trucks were hit, and the soldiers on board were killed before they could even cry out in pain.

The crisp bursts of rifle fire and the furious roar of the light machine gun instantly tore through the howling wind!

Su Yang fired a shot almost instinctively the instant the Eighth Company Commander gave the order.

Missed!

He was clearly nervous, as it was his first time experiencing a real battlefield.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset, pulled the bolt swiftly, and the hot cartridge case jumped out, falling into the snow with a wisp of smoke.

He quickly locked onto his target—a soldier who had just jumped out of the back of a truck and was frantically looking for cover.

"Bang!"

Su Yang pulled the trigger, and the soldier fell to the ground.

"Player has gained 60 experience points!"

He had no time to worry about that at the moment, and while pulling back the bolt, he continued to look for the next target.

"Cannons! Their cannons! Take out the artillery!" the Eighth Company Commander roared.

Amidst the chaotic gunfire, his voice was almost immediately drowned out.

But Su Yang heard it, and he turned his gun around, aiming at the middle of the enemy convoy.

An enemy soldier is stuffing a shell into a cannon.

Su Yang moved his fingers slightly.

"Bang!" The enemy soldier fell to the ground, shot in the forehead, and the shell in his hand landed beside his body.

"Great shot! Who hit that? That was fucking accurate!" The Eighth Company Commander laughed heartily.

Su Yang had no time to feel smug, for he noticed that the artillerymen next to the other three cannons were also preparing to load their shells.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two artillerymen followed in the footsteps of the first artilleryman, but Su Yang's expression changed.

"Oh no! I forgot I only have five bullets left!"

He pulled out the last spent cartridge and was about to take out a clip of bullets when he saw the artilleryman next to the last cannon already pushing the shell into the barrel.

"It's too late!"

Su Yang felt a surge of anxiety and noticed that the company commander beside him had already fired a magazine of bullets and was just reloading his Bren light machine gun.

In a flash, Su Yang didn't care about anything else and snatched the gun from the Eighth Company Commander's hand.

"Da da da..."

Five or six bullets hit their mark, smashing the artilleryman's head to pieces.

"Can't this thing be set to single-fire?" Su Yang asked the Eighth Company Commander.

The company commander was dumbfounded. He had just noticed the enemy artillerymen falling one after another and wondered which sharpshooter had possessed him. But when he looked, he realized it was this little kid next to him.

"Oh! This is the single-fire mode switch, and this is the fuse." He snapped out of his daze and explained a few words to Su Yang concisely.

Su Yang nodded and switched the gun to single shot.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang!"

He hits exactly where he points, and the bullets never miss.

"Player has gained 60 experience points!"

"Player has gained 60 experience points!"

"Player has gained 60 experience points!"

"Player level increased to 11!"

......

"Player level increased to 12!"

"Cool!"

After firing 30 bullets, Su Yang was promoted two ranks.

The two baptisms of upgrades left him feeling warm all over, as if he were in a bathhouse rather than a battlefield.

"Company Commander! We're out of bullets!"

"oh....!"

The company commander snapped out of his daze and quickly took a magazine from his person and handed it to Su Yang.

He had been watching Su Yang closely and discovered that the bullets never missed and only hit vital points!

This is unheard of!

"Da da da!"

Su Yang awkwardly loaded the magazine, released the safety, and continued the slaughter.

The tips kept popping up, but Su Yang seemed to be addicted to killing, emptying another magazine in just a few minutes.

He was about to continue demanding more from the Eighth Company Commander when he heard Li Weixin shout, "Reporting to the Company Commander, the enemy is showing signs of collapse. Should we cease fire?"

The company commander then realized what was happening.

Su Yang kept his eyes on the enemy's artillerymen and heavy machine gunners.

The battle has been going on for so long, and the enemy's artillery has not been able to fire, not to mention that half of their heavy machine guns have stopped firing.

If we keep fighting like this, how can we pretend to be weak? We should just annihilate the enemy.

He was debating whether to stop when he suddenly heard Su Yang shout:

"Enemy planes are coming! Company Commander, we need to move out quickly!"