Chapter 63: Dead Silence

"Sir!! Our two companies deployed at two defense points in A,** have already suffered more than 40% casualties!! Please let them take it down! ”

The battalion commander of the 201st Infantry Battalion glared at the deputy battalion commander fiercely: "I am also very heartbroken when the troops are killed and injured like this!" However, we were ordered to hold on to this place at all costs!! Hold on here!! ”

"However, if this continues, the casualties of the troops are too great! Those chaotic troops have already advanced to the hills of point A, **, and are about to break through the first line of defense! The deputy battalion commander was full of anxiety and persuaded bitterly.

But the battalion commander of the 201st battalion was unmoved, he said categorically: "The soldiers are gone, the officers, the platoon commanders, and the company commanders are all gone, and I will go up in person, even if all the staff die in battle, they must hold on and win time for the armored training regiment!! ”

Seeing what the deputy battalion commander wanted to say, the commander of the 201st battalion glared at him sternly: "I don't care so much, in short, give me a !! This is the first tough battle of the instructor, and the time has come to test us! ”

The deputy battalion commander shook his head, sighed and walked out, for this Chinese battalion commander, he was still a little helpless, if it was his motherland, the United States, the troops had such a large casualty, they would definitely have to be rotated, and they miscalculated the offensive ability of the other party, but they would suffer a big loss, at present, this reinforced battalion on hand, a total of about 800 people, I don't know how many are left after this battle. What a bunch of desperate maniacs!

The battalion commander of the 201st battalion watched his deputy battalion commander walk out, then sighed deeply, sat down in his seat, glanced at the map with a sad face, and then opened the military kettle, poured a large sip of water, and muttered to himself: "Commander Miho Nishizumi, don't let me down...... All the people in this battalion have given their lives to you! Then he smiled wryly.

"I didn't expect that I, a retired PLA officer, would still count on a little girl to save ...... If it was before, I probably wouldn't have believed it... Hopefully, they'll be able to attack on time...... Otherwise, it's all over. ”

In this battle now, the competition between the two sides is like a python entangled in a crocodile, whether the crocodile was entangled by the python first, or the crocodile bit the python to death, both sides are accumulating strength, patience, desperate patience, and now although the two sides have invested a lot of troops at the beginning, they collided together. In reality, however, neither side has yet to commit to the main force. The main forces on both sides are dormant, waiting for their moment. When the time comes, it will immediately deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.

This is a war of patience, until whoever can't bear it first will be greeted with a fatal blow from the opponent. This is a tragic war of attrition, both sides are desperately consuming each other's combat power, and whoever can't support it first will usher in a terrible collapse. Then, it will be a complete loss, this war. Whether the instructor can't hold it first, or whether this chaotic team can't hold it first, no one knows.

In the darkness of the night, Artyom gradually woke up, and in the small fortress, there were several corpses lying horizontally......

He pushed a body that had fallen heavily on top of him with great effort, and then gasped for breath and leaned against the cold concrete wall, his hand groping repeatedly, feeling that his body was intact, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Exhausted and looked around, his eyes gradually regained his vision in the darkness......

"Doron? Doran?? He whispered to his comrades, but no one answered, and suddenly, he saw an unforgettable scene......

His comrade-in-arms, the young American, had died, and before he died, he was holding a bayonet and stabbing a Marine in the chest...... And he had already bled to death.

The tragic battle in the afternoon, Artyom gradually remembered, by the way, in the afternoon, those Chaos Marines had already attacked, and then there was a tragic battle, and he and Duolun held on hard in this small fortress......

However, the number of enemies was so great that I don't know when, a shell fell near the fortress, and he passed out...... But when I woke up, it was already like this.

Holding back tears, Artem took off his comrade's nameplate, and then closed his eyes: "Rest in peace...... Brothers. He choked up a little, as if his eyes had become moist, and he stumbled out.

Artyom didn't care about the risk of being sniped by snipers, and gritted his teeth, but kicked open the door of the stuck bunker...... It's just that after coming out, he was stunned.

The fortress, which was originally built, has become potholed, mutilated corpses everywhere, scrapped remote-controlled chariots emit low-hanging black smoke, and there is not a trace of moonlight in the sky, only ...... Dead darkness.

Broken steel helmets, scrapped weapons, and the entire A,** point fortifications were destroyed by terrible artillery...... Those hidden points of fire, formulas, were blown to pieces.

There were corpses everywhere, both Instructor and Chaos Marines, and Artyom stumbled out, then accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, then fell to the ground hard.

Artyom fell to the ground and coughed loudly, the rough and pungent smoke rudely squeezing into the lobes of his lungs, making his cough even more violent, and the pain in his body ravaged every nerve in his body.

After sitting for a long time, he looked around blankly, could it be ...... Has the line of defense been lost? This terrible thought arose, and an inexplicable fear welled up in my heart.

"Lin Jun, Xiao Ji, Victor!" He called out helplessly for the names of his comrades, but these cries disappeared as if swallowed up by a terrible darkness, leaving only the whirring wind, and there was no response from the dead silence of the position......

He shouted twice unwillingly, but as always, his hoarse cry was swallowed up by the dead darkness, and Artyom was terrified, tossing and turning to support his aching body to his feet, and then supported the ground with his hands, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down his forehead to the ground.

Eventually, he staggered to his feet, found a branch, and limped forward...... As he walked, he helplessly called out the names of his comrades......

The sweat that seeped out stuck his combat uniform, which was already stained with blood and dust, on his back, but he didn't care so much, and stumbled looking for a possible living person.

Eventually, he found the bunker of Company A's company, which had been built in an anti-cline fortification, but half of the bunker had collapsed, and the instructor's flag was flying in the air.

Here, the traces of the battle were even more intense, the dust on the ground was mixed with countless fragments of shrapnel, and next to a group of four 20mm anti-aircraft guns that were blown up, only the body of a gunner was left in half, still holding the anti-aircraft guns.

With ammunition scattered everywhere, weapons shattered by artillery, scorched black earth, and even now black smoke, Artyom picked up an AK-12 from the ground that seemed intact. It's just that this AK-12 is not satisfied with dust, and dark red bloodstains, so that it doesn't feel very good in the hand.

He shook off the dust, then replaced it with a new magazine, and finally felt a little safe. And then... Staggered towards the company.

At this time, the battlefield was too quiet, there was no longer the hustle and bustle of the day, the roaring cannons were gone, and even the sporadic gunshots were gone

In sight, there was nothing but mutilated corpses, desolate ground, and weapons that had been blown to the point of being reduced to parts, and a sad mood hung in my heart.

He saw the body of Koji, half of the anti-tank man's body had been shattered by the terrible artillery...... To his death, he still had an anti-tank rocket in his hand.

A cold wind blew, blowing up countless pieces of grit, and with it, the tattered pieces of military uniform cloth were also blown, and Artyom closed his eyes and turned his head......

In the distance, the minefield was full of potholes, and the destroyed siege tanks were lying there like dead dogs, emitting black smoke, and some of the wreckage was still burning. Then in the faint light of the fire, he could still see the corpses of the Marines lying around the tank...... It seems that the direction of the opponent's attack is quite quiet...... It seemed that they had not yet occupied this position, and at this time, Artyom's heart was a little more relieved.

Not far away, a banshee fighter plane, which seemed to be the one that attacked them in the afternoon, had broken its tail in two and was planted on the mountain...... I don't know if the driver is still alive, probably, under such a strong impact, he has already died.

At this time, the place was terrifyingly silent, Artyom staggered towards the company, he walked and coughed as he went, and finally, when he reached the range of the company, only a numb expression remained.

The company commander, who had been very harsh on their training, had fallen, and this soldier from China seemed to have been shot several times in the body, but he supported himself with the rifle in his hand to prevent himself from falling, all of them were shot in the chest, and these soldiers were all killed when they were fighting against the enemy.

In the brutal hand-to-hand combat, many soldiers died with the corpses of their enemies. The terrible minced flesh, and the faint glow of the dark red blood, and the thick smell of gunsmoke...... Some soldiers even hugged the enemy and detonated the grenade bullets in their hands.

All the companies of Company A were killed...... In other words, Artyom may be the only one living on this mountain, which makes him both painful and deeply afraid.

Originally, there was hope that there would be one or two living people here...... However, I didn't expect to see such a tragic scene, and the entire company had already been killed? Or have all the living been transferred? Artyom thought so.

But he still couldn't believe it, he was afraid, afraid that he would find out that the instructor had sacrificed so many strategic points that so many people had held on, and he was so ruthlessly abandoned, he was very afraid that so many comrades-in-arms had sacrificed so unexplained.

It is a fear of being denied one's worth.

Is there no one who is alive? He thought desperately, and then continued on in pain. I just hope to meet a comrade-in-arms who is still alive and has a breath.

At this moment, Artyom suddenly heard a voice: "Don't move!! Hands up. ”

Behind the voice, there was a sound of pulling the bolt.

Artyom turned to look over, only to see a figure crawling up in a tunnel, this man had an M200 sniper rifle in his hand and was wearing a gilly suit...... This made Artem suddenly happy and said: "Don't shoot, brother, it's your own people." Finally meeting his own people, which made Artyom breathe a sigh of relief.

The man seemed to see Artyom's military uniform clearly, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly waved his hand to signal him to enter the tunnel.

"Don't stand there, it's easy to expose the target." The sniper said, and then Artyom hurried down.

"How's it going? Is the position held? As soon as he came down, Artyom couldn't wait to ask the other party.

However, the sniper's eyes were indifferent and he didn't answer, but his hand was sensitive to a bullet on an MP7 submachine gun. In the tunnel, there are some mines, and scattered ammunition.

"The position is still in our hands." He replied indifferently, but his eyes seemed to be numb, probably because he had seen too much of the heroic death of the soldiers. That's why it's so numb. (To be continued.) )