Private Ryan hid behind a broken stone wall, bullets flying over the wall, from the left, from the right. Of course, Stonewall is not immune to bullets, and when the bullet hits Stonewall, it punches a puff of debris into the stone. Feeling the shock of the bullet, Private Ryan instinctively tightened into a ball, and the whole person couldn't help but tremble.

The crumbling stone wall is also old, and God knows what remains of an abandoned building. There were also some collapsed logs near the stone wall, and some American soldiers hid behind the woods, and the rather dense bullets hit the soldiers who were hiding behind them one by one. Some were lucky enough to be killed on the spot or to the point of imminent death. Those bad luck blames them in the shoulder, arm, or thigh, and then they start clutching their wounds and screaming.

Ryan saw that some American GIs wanted to run over and hide behind the stone wall, and these personnel were all under fire from the Chinese troops on the opposite side. But at a distance of more than twenty meters, more than a dozen dead and dying guys had already fallen. A soldier with not too serious injuries on his hands covered in blood, shouted "help" while climbing in vain to the stone wall. After climbing seven or eight steps, a bullet struck the wounded soldier in the back of the neck, and he rolled his eyes, and his upper body struggled to lift in the direction of Private Ryan, before falling to the ground.

Private Ryan looked up at the direction where the bullet was fired, and at some point, a Chinese soldier had gone around the front of the stone wall to the side of the stone wall, and he had fired the gun. He looked at the American soldier who had been killed with his rifle in his hand, and the Chinese soldier in his olive-green uniform saw Private Ryan. He pulled the bolt of his gun and aimed at Private Ryan as he prepared to shoot.

The fear made Private Ryan's hands and feet weak, and now the greater fear caused Private Ryan to jump up from the ground like a spring, and regardless of his back being completely exposed to the enemy, Private Ryan ran away. The rifle in hand had long been forgotten, and Private Ryan ran wild in fear.

The gunfire continued, and it was not known whether the Chinese soldier was shooting or the Chinese soldier who was already shooting continued to shoot. Private Ryan was a vigorous run, running from the battle line to the direction away from the battle line.

Like a galloping horse like thunder, Private Ryan only felt that he was about to suffocate, but his body was running uncontrollably. It wasn't until he tripped over something under his feet and fell to the ground that he stopped running. This time he fell not lightly, and Private Ryan only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the whole person lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, but Ryan suddenly felt as if the large stone pressing on his chest had been removed, and the air finally entered his lungs. He took a deep breath, then began to breathe. Finally regained normal breathing, Private Ryan only felt pain everywhere in his body. At this time, he suddenly found that he was lying on the ground face up. There were a few people around.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Private Ryan hurriedly shouted.

"Relax! Just relax! The people next to him said in English.

Hearing the familiar English, Ryan's fear subsided a little, and only then did he realize that there were actually American GIs around him.

Struggling to prop himself up, Ryan found that among the men in front of him was Captain Javier. It suddenly occurred to him that his mission was to go to the battalion headquarters to seek the support of the captain.

"Captain! Captain! American Private Ryan struggled and shouted, "The front line can't hold on, and the platoon commander asked me to ask for reinforcements." ”

Captain Havel looked at the soldier who almost rushed directly into the battalion headquarters, and then almost fell to his death in a dog-gnawing posture, and asked with a suspicious expression, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"We couldn't stand it. The company commander asked me to come here for help. Private Ryan gasped and replied. In the morning, the Chinese attacked from the north, and an American infantry regiment stationed north of St. Paul immediately went to defend against the enemy. However, the Chinese have a lot of firepower, and those Chinese troops are very cunning. Ryan's company used a ravine to defend and immediately opened fire when he saw the Chinese. While the Chinese and the American troops were firing, they sent a team of men and horses to outflank them, and when this outflanking force was discovered, Ryan's company was in a dilemma of being attacked from both sides. As a last resort, the troops withdrew while fighting, and the company commander sent Ryan to the battalion headquarters for help.

The retreat was brutal, and not long after Ryan ran first, the company was defeated. Private Ryan leaned on a broken stone wall to avoid being killed by the pursuing Chinese.

The battalion commander listened to Ryan's painful breathing and painful narration, and his face became more and more ugly. When Ryan finished speaking, the battalion commander asked, "How many people are left in your company?" ”

Ryan thought back to the tragic situation of I don't know how long ago, and couldn't answer. While Ryan was hiding behind the stone wall, dozens of people from the company were near him. When Ryan escaped from the Chinese for his life, he saw that at least the company had been killed and wounded more than thirty people. At that rate of loss, there probably weren't many people left in the company. Maybe it's all wiped out now.

Just as Private Ryan was thinking about how many men were left in the company, there was a sudden burst of gunfire nearby. An American soldier was shot in the head and fell limply to the ground. The other soldiers, including the battalion commander, instinctively crouched down and tried to dodge the bullets.

"Battalion commander, there is no news from several companies, let's withdraw." Ryan heard a man who looked like an adjutant shouting to the battalion commander.

The battalion commander's face was very ugly, and Private Ryan's heart was cold. He was going to come to the battalion headquarters to ask for help, but he didn't expect that several other companies in the battalion lost contact. If the other companies had also suffered the fate of Ryan's company, there would probably only be these people left in the entire battalion now.

"Soldier, can you still get up and walk?" The battalion commander who was squatting on the ground looked down and asked Ryan.

Ryan tried to struggle, and then he felt a sharp pain near his ribs and couldn't help but snort in pain.

"Battalion commander, he probably broke his ribs. It seems that he can't be taken away. The adjutant who was squatting next to the battalion commander said anxiously.

Hearing this, a trace of pain appeared on the battalion commander's face with a somewhat panicked expression. He touched Ryan's forehead, "Soldier, God bless you. ”

After speaking, the battalion commander bent his waist and fled first in the direction where there were no Chinese. Seeing the battalion commander move, the other American soldiers who had been waiting impatiently for a long time scrambled to retreat.

Ryan didn't expect the group of people in the battalion headquarters to abandon themselves when they said that they would abandon themselves, and he wanted to shout for help, but with this force, the position of his chest and ribs was pulled and immediately became in sharp pain, so painful that Ryan couldn't speak. By the time the pain subsided, the battalion commander and those people at the battalion headquarters had already run out and could not see a figure. "Please take me away, for God's sake." Private Ryan's low voice was faintly audible in the woods north of St. Paul.

Wu Chaoyang, the deputy commander of the cavalry regiment, commanded the troops to chase southward, and the US Army resisted the attack of the Guangfu Army in the north of the city, but the combat effectiveness of these guys was very old, and it was still the mode of relying on the most favorable terrain to fight. Under the interspersed flank of the Liberation Army, it was about to collapse. If it was before, Wu Chaoyang would probably feel that the attack speed of the Guangfu Army was very fast. After riding in a truck and driving a motorcycle, this infantry moves very slowly. It took more than an hour of fighting to cover less than a kilometer. Compared to the kind of 100 kilometers that can run a day, it is as slow as a turtle crawling.

When he went straight to the American battalion headquarters, Wu Chaoyang found that the enemy had actually run away. At the battalion headquarters, only one American soldier was killed and one American soldier was dying. The other party actually slipped away first. This made Wu Chaoyang very unhappy, and the deputy battalion commander who attacked with Wu Chaoyang asked: "Regiment commander, that American wounded soldier broke his ribs, and it seems that he won't live long." ”

Wu Chaoyang wanted to ask something from the wounded soldier's mouth, but when he heard the news, his brows furrowed, "If you can't ask anything, help that guy on the road, this is also our mercy." ”

After hearing this, the deputy battalion commander ordered a few words, then turned around and asked, "Deputy regiment commander, what should I do next?" ”

"Go on the offensive! I heard that the comrades in the south were not going well, and the division headquarters told us to step up the offensive and complete the encirclement as soon as possible......" As he was saying this, he heard a crisp gunfire not far away, and the troops helped the seriously wounded American soldier and let him get out of the way.

"Are there any more street fights?" The deputy battalion commander did not react to the gunshot, and his helplessness and even fear of the street fighting were clearly revealed in his tone. Not only the deputy battalion commander, but also the officers and men who had fought in the street battles heard that they were going to fight in the streets again, and their faces became very ugly.

If it is this kind of field warfare, everyone is clearly distinguished, the opposite side is the enemy, and the people wearing different military uniforms are the enemy. No matter how far you run, no matter how fierce you chase, the battle is still at a very simple point. This is not the case with street fighting, where every house can be filled with enemies, and every room window has the potential to shoot deadly bullets. All people on the enemy soil are open or potential enemies. Not to mention the pain of being in it, the pain of this imagination alone makes everyone uncomfortable.

"Contact the comrades by the river first to see if they have arrived at the river." Wu Chaoyang gave an order.

"Shall we stop first?" The deputy battalion commander hurriedly asked.

"Don't stop, keep sweeping the enemy and make sure there are no enemies in the field." Wu Chaoyang added.

Hearing that there was no need to immediately engage in street fighting, the troops breathed a sigh of relief.

In the south of the city, Captain Shi Qian, who had been fighting for more than three hours, calmly commanded the troops to continue to advance.

"Battalion commander, the grenades are almost gone." The commander of the company that followed Shi Qian's attack ran to the back of the house where Shi Qian was, and said to Shi Qian while panting.

"Oh?" Shi Qian turned his head and glanced at the company commander. The troops fought for more than three hours, and the soldiers' bombing accuracy had long since failed. Grenades, which were originally intended to inflict long-range casualties on the enemy, were used to carry out house-breaking attacks at close range.

"Apply to the regiment and ask them to send some grenades. Before grenades were delivered, the troops temporarily halted the attack. Shi Qian replied.

The instructor hurriedly persuaded: "Battalion commander, let's apply for a follow-up unit to replace us." The other two companies just came to report that they had already suffered about a third of the troops, and the same was true for the first company, and our battalion really couldn't fight anymore. ”

Hearing the report on the casualties of the troops, Shi Qian's face, which had been looking calm, finally showed a hateful expression, which mixed with that vigorous calmness and turned into bitter hatred. This is Shi Qian's true state of mind for a few hours.