He clearly knew that the hope of this company surviving was extremely slim, and he even thought that the 9th Company would probably have been completely wiped out at this time - the sniper line of the 9th Company on the northwest side of the 634 Heights might have collapsed during this time, and the Soviet troops on the legs of the Big Nose Peak Mountain may have already crossed the gully, and as soon as the latter crossed the gully, the final moment of the 9th Company's annihilation would come! But what appeared in the telescope surprised him again: he had miscalculated!

The Soviet troops on the leg of the Big Nose Peak still did not rush through the gully, and the sniper line of the 9th Company to the east of the gully was still fighting.

Suddenly there was a loud gunfire on the east side of the 632 and 633 heights! Liu Zongsheng's gaze retracted from the direction of the 634 Heights and looked back at the above two Heights. The gunfire only showed one thing: the 7th and 8th companies also engaged in fierce defensive battles at the eastern foot of the 632 and 633 heights and the main peak!

Every burst of gunfire that rang out there at this moment was like someone hitting his already fragile heartstrings with a heavy hammer!

Xiao Qiang and Cui Shi'an noticed that the impulsive blood on the deputy head of the regiment was even brighter. With the enemy in the direction of Vulture Ridge launching a large-scale counterattack on the 630, 632, and 633 heights as the demarcation, Liu Zongsheng's spirit has entered a new state. He himself was not aware of this change, but it had already happened: before this moment, even though the 9th Company had been besieged under the 634 Heights and faced the danger of total annihilation, he had not lost confidence in controlling the fate of the entire battalion in the entire 632 Heights area; And after that, a feeling of being unable to control the development of the war situation clearly appeared in his heart, causing great panic in the depths of his life. This panic is not about himself, when the battle starts, his own life is nothing, what makes him panic is the life and death of the hundreds of people in the whole battalion that he brought here from the mountain stream, and he will be passively handed over to many unknown factors on the battlefield that he cannot grasp. He does not know how many troops the Soviet army will now put into the entire 632 heights, and judging from the current structure, it will definitely not use only one regiment of troops. The Soviets also understood that in order to seize heights 630, 632, and 633, they had to use at least four times as many troops as the Chinese army to be effective! Regardless of the 9th Company, the 7th and 8th Companies can fight against the Soviet army four times their size in the positions they hold, but if the strength of the Soviet army exceeds this limit, he has no reserves in his hands to use! The Soviets may also bring them the fate of annihilation through another way, that is, occupy Heights 630 and then insert them westward from the valley between Ridge 1 and Heights 632, encircle them in the area of Heights 632, and then divide and annihilate them. The latter possible surname does not only exist in his imagination, he has never fully believed in Peng Tao, and he does not dare to fully believe in Peng Tao's troops! Moreover, Peng Tao also gave them an order to defend in the form of a military commander's order, and did not give them an order to retreat. He couldn't help but understand in his heart: from now on, his battalion could not help but insist on fighting the Soviet army here to the end, and the fate of the officers and men of the whole battalion had already been decided!

Now even if he wants to withdraw the whole battalion from the 632 highland area, he can't do it!

Not only could the 9th Company not be able to withdraw from the 634 heights, but the 7th and 8th companies could no longer withdraw from the battles on the 632nd and 633rd heights at this time! As the supreme commander of this small unit, he could only watch the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion suffer the darkest fate and could not help them!

But does their situation have to be so desperate? For a moment, a sad and indignant voice in his heart shouted, the current situation of the whole battalion is so desperate, can't you think of a way to help these brothers who were brought to the battlefield by you? "No, I've got to think of something! Gotta figure it out! His heart cried out unyieldingly.

At this moment, from the valley on the southeast side of the heights, at least one more company of Soviet troops emerged!

A cloud of smoke poured out of the ravine on the south side of the Dongsan Highlands, and filled the large mountain gorge between it and the 634 Highlands. This group of Soviet troops coming from the direction of Xilian Mountain has just bypassed the foot of the southeast side of the 634 heights and is rapidly rushing north into the smoke!

Xiao Qiang, who was looking there, suddenly understood: when the enemy in the direction of Vulture Ridge counterattacked on the 630, 632, and 633 heights, the enemy in Xilian Mountain also strengthened the pressure on the Chinese army on the 634 heights. Their reinforcing 634 Heights from the leg of the Big Nose Peak was delayed and disintegrated, so they used a new company of troops to attack the 9th Company from the east side of the heights. In an instant, Cui Shi'an thought: If this group of Soviet troops goes around to the northeast and north sides of the 634 Heights, it will immediately constitute a devastating blow to the 9th Company!

This Soviet army must be stopped! As soon as this thought came to him, everything in the world was forgotten by him!

"Follow me ——!" Cui Shi'an raised the submachine gun in his hand and waved it, shouted in a changed voice, and took the lead in jumping over the ridgeline and rushing down the southeast leg of the 633 Heights!

He did not remember Xiao Qiang's warning to him to crawl forward, and the enemy's heavy machine guns in the Dongsan Heights did not find this team for the time being because they had to support the infantry attack. When Cui Shi'an jumped over the ridge at the bottom of the mountain leg and entered the depression on the northeast side of the 3.634 highland, what Xiao Qiang was worried about did not happen!

Cui Sai An didn't stop here, so he led the team directly to meet the Soviet troops who were rushing in the southeast valley heroically! He ran ahead of everyone, first over a slope that stretched gently from the depression on the northeast side of Heights 634 to the bottom of the valley, on which there were only a few bushes and no topographical features to use, and he could not stop, so he continued to run south down the canyon, into a metasequoia forest. The light in the forest suddenly dimmed, which made him feel very uncomfortable with his poor eyesight. The ground was still flat, and he felt that he should move on and snipe at the other end of the woods!

What happened next was a real encounter. From Cui Shi'an's side, even if he was mentally prepared to take the initiative to meet the enemy, he had no intention of suddenly starting a battle with the Soviet army in the forest, and his eyes were not good, so he could only see the other party clearly when he was very close to the Soviet army; For the Soviets, first the smoke that filled the valley on the southeast side of the highlands, and then the woods, hindered their observation. So the moment Cui Shi'an and the top soldiers of the Soviet army saw each other at a distance of more than ten meters, it was too late for the two sides to even lie down on the spot. In a hurry, the Soviets fired first, and instead of hitting Chui Sai On, they hit a long, alarm-bearing burst all over the trunk of a bucket-thick tree. Cui Shi'an also opened fire in his eagerness, not seeing whether the Soviets were dead or not, and only approached the bright light of the other party's eyes wide open in horror. He was still running, and after a point shot, he did not stop behind the trunk of the tree that had been hit by the Soviets, but was carried by his habitual movement to a clearing in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a flash of fire coming up from behind the trunk of a tree two meters away. He realized what it was, and understood that it was impossible to dodge, so he didn't dodge, but instead applied all his strength to the index finger of his right hand that held the trigger of the submachine gun, and threw a dazzling ball of fire at the Soviet troops who shot out the fire.

"Da ——!" The gunshots of the two men rang out and broke again, and Cui Shi'an first knelt limply on one leg before slowly falling to the grass in front of him. Until the last moment of his life, Chui Sai On did not forget to pursue the perfection of life.

He went to the battlefield and died for the purpose above; When the wings of death finally extinguished the fire of his life, he may have realized that his ideal had been partially realized. Ever since he led his team into the forest to meet the Soviet army, even the moment he realized that death was coming, there was not the slightest fear in his heart.

When Chui Sai On fell head-on on the forest meadow, the encounter that took place in the cedar forest in the canyon on the east side of the 634 Heights had just begun. It lasted for a long time, and until it was dark, there were still sporadic gunshots. Due to the fact that all the Chinese officers and soldiers were killed, people have not been able to figure out the detailed process of the battle since then. It can be guessed and imagined that the proximity of the enemy and the enemy is the main reason for the large number of deaths and non-survival of the combatants. For some time after the war, there was a rumor that hand-to-hand combat had taken place in this battle, and the people who went to clean the battlefield in the darkness of the night the next night angrily retorted that hand-to-hand combat did not happen at all, and Choi Sai-an, the instructor of the 3rd Battalion of the 5th Regiment, sniped at three times the size of the Soviet army with a platoon of troops, so that the 9th Company of the battalion was spared the immediate catastrophe of destruction. All of their victims fell with their heads and muzzles pointed forward, a sight that was enough to send the world to tears.

Ulante, a communicator of the 9th Company, was ordered by Cheng Yukun to dodge the rain of bullets falling from above the high ground, and crawled forward to the sniper position of the 3rd platoon on the northwest side of the high ground.

Everything that was visible in this world—the sky, the peaks, the ravines, the forests, the dark red sunset in the northwest that had sunk to the bottom of the great mountain gorge between the First Ridge and the Xilian Mountains—was still shrouded in the fire and smoke of war, but since the battle he had fought not so long ago, he had not only become accustomed to them, but also not at all felt terrified. His life had crossed all obstacles, including those of life and death, into a simple, euphoric state. In his consciousness, from the bottom of all the sound of war, a symphonic symphony of affection had resounded, the melody was heavy, tragic and magnificent, and the wordless chant floating above the main theme was cordial, melodious and bright. The former is a true depiction of war scenes, and the latter is a singing of the living and dead in war. It was in this solemn chant that he re-understood what was happening up and down the heights: although the Gaoping dual-purpose machine gun of the Soviet army at the Big Nose Peak had been hitting a heavy machine gun on the leg of the southern mountain of the 631 Heights with heavy firepower, the latter was still effectively attacking the Soviet troops on the opposite side of the hedge ditch together with a light machine gun on the southwest waist of the main peak of the 633 Heights. Obviously, the combat effectiveness of the Soviet troops on the opposite side of the ditch was crushed, and as long as the heavy machine gun of the Chinese army continued to howl, it was impossible for the Soviet army to think about crossing the ditch, so he did not really take them to heart; And above the heights, the battle is far from over. Through the smoke and dust that permeated the northern and northeastern slopes, he saw that the battle was still going on between the first and third trenches. Platoons 1 and 2 had captured the first line of trenches, and Soviet forces and firearms had all shrunk into the third and final line of trenches. However, the current situation between us and the enemy is different. The Soviet fire above the high ground was still dense and fierce, and a heavy machine gun and another light machine gun in the middle of the third trench poured down like a wind raining bullets, and its fire not only covered the entire northern and eastern slopes of the high ground, but also condescendingly controlled the depression at the bottom of the slope and the cliff at the southern end of the 633rd Height, preventing the fire of the 8th Company from descending south from the main peak to the cliff side, posing a new threat to them. There was also a light machine gun screaming frantically at each end of the third trench, and their target was very concentrated, that is, the 1st and 2nd platoons that had occupied the first trench. Between the light and heavy machine-gun fire were a large number of automatic rifle and submachine gun fire points—the huge shadows of the peaks of Mount Silian slanted from the northwest to the top of the high ground, obscuring the remnants of the setting sun and clearly revealing the tongues of ignition from the muzzles of Soviet guns along the trenches. But in the first trench, he didn't see the 1st platoon and 2nd platoon organize another attack. His heart shook: judging by the fact that the Soviets could shoot down without interference, the strength of the 1st and 2nd platoons was clearly exhausted!

The heights are still in the hands of the Soviet troops!

At the moment their platoon is the only remaining strength of the company!

The Soviet troops above the heights also suffered heavy blows, but compared with them, they still have a clear advantage in terms of troops, firearms, and terrain!

Before dark, the company will have one last attack, either to take Heights 634 or to be completely destroyed in the attack. It is impossible not to have this attack, because the combat mission was not completed!

It is absurd to hope for a final victory. The consolation they can get is that they can prove to others that they have fulfilled their military duties to the letter, despite their failures, through this final attack!

He had defeated death in a terrible sniper battle this afternoon, but could not expect to defeat it in his last attack before dark!

All these thoughts appeared in his mind in a simple, intuitive way, not clear and incoherent, but as soon as they appeared, he understood them.

By the time Ulant panted and crawled in front of him, before he could speak, he understood what the other party had given him.

"3 platoon commander, the company commander asked you to take over the 1st platoon and the 2nd platoon, right...... Attack the Heights! Ulant said breathlessly.

"Got it!"

He replied simply, and sent Ulant away. The company commander's messenger noticed at this moment that the expression on his face was extremely fierce and his gaze was cold. Then, as if forgetting the threat of the enemy situation that still existed on the west side of the gully, he simply stood up from behind the pebbles where he was hiding, and slowly glanced at the entire platoon behind the sniper position with the terrifying gaze from above, and gave the order: "All platoons pay attention——! Follow me to the high ground! Class 8 is in the front, Class 9 is in the back, and Class 7 is coming with me——! ”

It wasn't that he didn't know that the remnants of the enemy on the west side of the ditch could easily kill him, but in a new state of mind, in which he had no mercy for himself or others, he no longer cared about it. Even the sadness that had surged in his chest just now turned into a part of the new fearlessness and strength of his life, giving this boy who stood in the afterglow of the fall with all the characteristics of the so-called mourning soldier in the art of war: sorrow and fierce emotions, determination to break the boat, ardent desire to fight, expression of seeing death as home, and so on. The war simplified the complex content of life, leaving only one thing in his mind: to take the whole platoon to the 634 heights for the last attack. This is your duty and your final destiny!

They did not follow the route of the 1st and 2nd platoons and carry out a frontal assault from the north and northeast sides of the heights, but quietly bent their waists along a rain-fissing ditch on the northwestern slope of the heights, avoiding the attention of the Soviet troops gathered in the third trench on the platform under the main peak. This rain crack ditch was first discovered by Gong Wenxuan, the leader of the eighth squad, and its lowest end was half-hidden in the middle of the pebble belt of the Soviet troops on the west side of the ditch on which they sniped the ditch. As soon as Shang Yujun gave the order to the whole platoon to attack the high ground, Gong Wenxuan bent down and ran over, pointed to the rain crack ditch at him, and said his suggestion: "Platoon commander, we had better not fight hard!" I counted, there are about 30 Soviet troops on the high ground, but we only have 18 left, and we can't fight hard! …… We should touch up from this rift, act at the opportunity, and it is best to keep touching the top trench of the Soviet army and catch him by surprise! ”

Shang Yujun saw the rain crack ditch and immediately understood Gong Wenxuan's suggestion. After entering the sniper battle, he didn't pay attention to Gong Wenxuan, and at this moment he saw that the head of the eighth squad leader was wrapped in blood, and his military uniform was torn into strips of cloth, but his two eyes were still as bright as when he was in the mountain stream in the morning, and his face was resolute and heroic, showing that despite the battle just now, his inner firmness and passion were not damaged. With such a squad leader doing the last attack of his life with him, Shang Yujun felt a simple excitement in his heart.

"Well, do as you say! Eight squad leaders, let's act! He replied briefly.

As soon as the words came out of his lips, a string of bullets hit the leg of the Big Nose Peak, flew ten centimeters in front of him, and hit the rocks with a "crackle"!

"Hmph, the marksmanship is not accurate!" A contemptuous thought swept through Shang Yujun's mind, and he slowly bent down, dodged another string of bullets that flew later, and led the seventh class to follow Gong Wenxuan's eighth class into the rain crack ditch.

(To be continued)