"A hundred meters to the north to meet the enemy!"

The defenders in the north direction reported loudly.

"Seventy meters to the west to meet the enemy!"

Yang Hao's attention also ran to these two directions.

From his position, he can see both the white side and the west side, and the view is good. As soon as you turn your head, you can see the enemies that are attacking you.

After suffering the previous two losses, the Japanese troops did not dare to rush casually, and specially opened the distance to consume. Now there are no less than a hundred enemies that appear in Yang Hao's field of vision alone, and the enemies waiting behind and other directions have not yet been counted.

One can imagine how great the pressure on the defenders in several directions will be, so many enemies, with the current strength of the troops, are completely impossible to destroy.

Defeat is almost a foregone conclusion, and all that remains is to see how many enemy forces can be defeated.

A bullet ran to Yang Hao's side again, and Yang Hao was taken aback, and quickly retracted his head and hid in the bunker.

The surrounding dirt and stones were constantly flying up by bullets, and many of them fell on Yang Hao's body along the foxhole. At this time, Yang Hao would never dare to show his head, as long as he popped up a little, he might be hit in the head by an oncoming bullet, and his death would be ugly.

As time slowly passed, the number of dead in the Chinese troops began to become stricter.

Many of the bullets from below hit the bunkers due to the angle, but some of them still hit the soldiers directly. Many soldiers were shot in the head, and this part is already the deadliest part of the soldier who was hit. No one can breathe a sigh of relief.

The number of people began to decrease, and a gap began to appear in the firepower of the Chinese troops. Of course, the Japanese commander also saw this problem, and immediately, the Japanese army reacted differently.

The soldiers, who had been guarding the back and had never participated in the battle, suddenly shouted on the radio: "Two hundred meters to the east to meet the enemy!" ”

Jiang Hui took a breath, and then immediately said: "There is still something left in the third class, immediately go to the east to support!" ”

The people who moved with Jiang Hui's order were actually only four people.

The third class was already dying halfway through, and these people were already the last few people in the third class.

The same goes for other shifts. There weren't a few people left. It's all struggling here.

"I'm out of ammo!"

A soldier near Yang Hao shouted.

Near a wounded man next to him was a number of magazines, all of which were bullets left behind by the fallen soldiers. Hearing his words, the wounded immediately threw over a magazine.

The next moment, only a "whoosh" sound was heard. A bullet hit the wounded man straight in the right eye. Then a large patch of blood erupted from the back of his head. The hand that had just thrown out the magazine had not yet retracted, and it fell softly to the ground and moved slightly. There was no life.

Naturally, the soldiers with the help of magazines saw this, but now, there was nothing left to do. Wordlessly, he changed his magazine and attacked again, moving quickly in the direction of the wounded.

This scene occurred in almost every place, and the number of Chinese troops was depleted little by little.

Yang Hao didn't speak, and the surrounding situation made him start to be a little numb, so he could only shoot mechanically, hoping to kill more people.

The empty magazine next to him, Yang Hao had already thrown five or six.

"Poof!"

Pulling the bolt of the gun and preparing to replace the bullet, Yang Hao felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and immediately threw away the magazine in his hand and retracted into the foxhole to dodge.

Throwing the gun aside, Yang Hao gritted his teeth and looked at his right hand.

At the upper end of the right arm, the combat uniform has begun to gradually turn red, and the area dyed red has also increased rapidly, and in that position, a bullet hole appeared very clearly in Yang Hao's eyes.

Shot. Yang Hao immediately took out a morphine, injected it near the wound little by little, then applied a hemostatic agent, pulled out a bandage, and tied the wound tightly.

The bullet had already passed through his arm, causing a penetrating wound, but Yang Hao moved and found that it had not broken his bones. As the effect of morphine gradually increased, the pain disappeared little by little.

He waved his hand, and although he didn't use any force, he had no problem moving.

Yang Hao grabbed the sniper rifle, changed the magazine, and continued to attack with his head. It's just that his arm is injured, which makes his aim unstable, and his attack speed begins to drop significantly.

It's the same in all other directions. Although the casualties of the Japanese army were not small as the attack continued, for the Chinese troops, the number and firepower of the enemy's attack were basically equivalent to not weakening. But now their own strength began to be insufficient, and gradually, the Chinese troops began to be suppressed by the Japanese troops.

"Boom!"

Behind the battlefield, a large explosion was heard. Then, billowing smoke rose from behind the mountain, and the soldiers in front of it could all be seen.

The weakness of the defense in the rear was known not only to the Japanese troops, but also to the Chinese troops. I have too little time to prepare, and I simply can't deal with the line of defense in this direction. But many people have mines on them, and these things play a very important role at this time.

The explosion just now, there is no doubt that someone stepped on a mine and was detonated.

Knowing that there was a minefield ahead, the attacking Japanese troops began to throw rat traps. For this kind of extremely lethal trap, no matter who comes up, they will feel worried in their hearts, and the momentum of the attack will be greatly reduced in an instant.

What's more, there are still a few people on the defensive, although there are not many people, but once they enter the minefield, they are still facing these bullets, which is equivalent to falling into a dead place, a dilemma.

Hearing the report from the rear, Jiang Hui knew that there would be no problems in the near future. If the Japanese forces wanted to break through their own defenses, then the opportunity was only frontal.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, the Japanese troops stopped fighting positional battles, but ran out of cover and prepared for a strong attack.

The two sides were caught in a brief ceasefire period.

Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Hui finally took a breath, turned on the radio and shouted: "Count the number of people, all those who can still shoot, count them for me." ”

Soon, the numbers came out.

"There are still twenty-six people who are still capable of fighting, eleven more are seriously wounded, and the rest are all killed."

Hearing this news, Jiang Hui's face, which was already very pale, turned a little whiter.

There were still seven people defending in the back, and excluding them, there were only nineteen people defending in front.

No, counting Yang Hao and the Night Meteor, there are still twenty-one people on the front. But look at the following, there are hundreds of Japanese soldiers preparing to attack.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and this time, he may really not be able to hold it.

Yang Hao also took a breath, and the sweat had accumulated into droplets, flowing down his chin. The wound on his arm, which had stopped bleeding, began to bleed again. Coupled with the fact that he had been fighting for such a long time, Yang Hao's body was about to be unable to hold on.

The night meteor is the same, although she is not injured, but the consumption of her body lì also makes her almost unable to hold on.

Yang Hao leaned against the foxhole and gasped, drank two sips of water, and then raised his head again and looked down.

His strength is exhausted, his grenades are running out, and his bullets are running out.

Will you be able to survive this round?

"Listen, Shadow!"

Suddenly, on the radio, the exclamation of a meteor in the dark was heard.

Yang Hao immediately pricked up his ears and listened. Soon, Yang Hao's eyes slowly widened.

He heard the sound of the propeller!

There are helicopters coming, is it the enemy's, or is it your own?

At this time, the Japanese troops under the mountain began to attack.

"Work on it, brothers! Aim to take one more person with you! ”

Jiang Hui shouted desperately, raised the gun in his hand again, and fired downward.

The battle started again, and Yang Hao didn't have much time to think about it, so he also set up his gun and shot down.

Condescending and with a very good view, the highlands are always an advantageous terrain, both ancient and modern. The spread of fire also completely enveloped the attacking Japanese troops. For a time, many Japanese soldiers were shot several times, their eyes wide open, and they fell on the way to charge.

And the firepower faced by the Chinese troops at this time is also stronger. The bullet was like a net, coming up from below, and immediately three soldiers were shot and fell to the ground, and some of them were so overwhelmed by the fire that they couldn't raise their heads and were unable to fight back.

While firing, Yang Hao also noticed that the sound of the propeller in his ears began to become clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, a human voice appeared on Yang Hao's radio.

"Goshawk No. 1 called the sixth regiment and one battalion, please answer if you receive it."

Jiang Hui also suddenly froze. Then he came to his senses and his reinforcements came!

He immediately shouted: "The first regiment of the six regiments has arrived, ask for fire support!" ”

"Goshawk One received it, and entered the battlefield thirty seconds later."

"Brothers, hold on, our reinforcements are coming!" Jiang Hui yelled loudly over the radio.

In fact, at this time, many soldiers had already heard the sound of the helicopter propeller, and heard Jiang Hui's shouting, and they immediately perked up, roared loudly, and fired downward.

The morale, which had already begun to collapse, began to gradually pick up.

Yang Hao's eyes were also red.

Although it was the last moment, he was waiting for reinforcements after all.

I am saved!

Soon, three helicopters appeared above the battlefield. The Japanese attacking troops below immediately panicked.

If you want to break through the defense of the Chinese troops, it is already a matter of hand, but it is not something that can be done in a few minutes. It was at this juncture that the Chinese helicopters arrived on the battlefield, and if they were still holding on to the attack, within a few minutes, the Japanese troops would be completely annihilated on the hillside, and they would not be able to touch any of the defenders above. (To be continued......)