Xiao Yi's eyes burned with rage as he led the soldiers of the base in a surge like a surging tide, charging towards the enemy base. Standing at the front, Xiao Yi clenched his teeth, his facial muscles twitching with rage. His eyes widened, a rage threatening to burst forth, consuming every enemy before him. He raised his weapon high and roared, "Brothers, follow me!" The sound resonated like thunder in the soldiers' ears, stirring their hearts. Behind him, the soldiers of the base all wore resolute expressions, their eyes filled with the same thirst for battle and unwavering faith in victory. Clad in uniform armor and wielding sharp weapons, they followed Xiao Yi's lead. At Xiao Yi's command, the soldiers surged forward like an unstoppable torrent, charging towards the enemy base. Their footsteps shook the earth slightly, and the dust they kicked up formed a hazy cloud behind them. Everyone in the team shouted as they ran, and the sounds combined together, like the roar of a mountain and the sea, majestic and powerful. Their steps were neat and powerful, and their speed was getting faster and faster, like a group of enraged lions, rushing towards the enemy's territory. Xiao Yi rushed to the front, his figure like a god of war, leading this surging tide, with indomitable courage and determination, bravely charging towards the goal of victory.

The battlefield was thick with smoke, and the cries of battle were deafening. Thick, billowing smoke rose like a giant black dragon, obscuring the sky and shrouding the entire battlefield in chaos. The acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air, stinging the noses and throats of the soldiers. The crackle of gunfire, the clashing of swords, and the roars of the warriors blended into a heart-wrenching symphony of death. Bullets whizzed through the smoke, leaving behind fiery trails. Shells exploded among the crowd, sending up a cloud of mud and flesh, and screams echoed incessantly. "For the dignity of the base, charge!" Xiao Yi's roar resounded through the air. His voice seemed to have piercing power, resonating clearly to every soldier in the chaotic and clamorous battlefield. Xiao Yi's tall figure loomed in the smoke, brandishing his longsword, its blade gleaming coldly in the firelight. His face flushed crimson with anger and passion, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes burned with endless fury and unwavering conviction. Every word seemed to burst forth from his chest, brimming with unwavering determination and the courage to face death head-on. His roar was like a battle horn, spurring the soldiers forward. The exhausted soldiers, after hearing Xiao Yi's cry, seemed to be re-energized. They shouted even more frantically, recklessly charging towards the enemy. The entire battlefield was ignited by Xiao Yi's roar, and the soldiers' cries of killing rose higher and higher. With loyalty and dignity to the base, they engaged in a desperate battle with the enemy on this smoke-filled land.

The enemy base was heavily fortified, and bullets rained down like rain. From afar, the enemy base resembled an impenetrable fortress, its walls densely packed with fortifications. Atop towering watchtowers, sentries stood vigilant, weapons at the ready. Lines of fire intertwined, forming a barrage of death. Bullets from a variety of weaponry spun through the air, tracing deadly arcs. The intensity was so intense that it felt like being in a storm of metal. The sound of gunfire continued incessantly, and bullets impacted the ground, sending up clouds of dust and gravel. Some bullets struck the soldiers' bunkers, sending wood chips and rocks flying everywhere, leaving them with nowhere to hide. Each bullet, pierced with relentless murderous intent, whistled through the air with a sharp, piercing sound. They relentlessly tore through everything around them: the earth, the trees, the soldiers' bodies. Amidst this torrent of bullets, the path forward became exceedingly difficult. The soldiers had to carefully seek cover, as any carelessness would risk them being hit by the merciless bullets. However, despite this, they still resolutely advanced towards the enemy base without retreating.

Xiao Yi's troops struggled forward amidst a hail of gunfire. Soldiers continued to fall, but their pace never faltered. Xiao Yi charged at the front, dodging and charging through the gaps between bullets. The soldiers beside him followed closely, their faces filled with determination and resolve. Bullets whizzed by, mercilessly striking some soldiers. Some fell instantly, their blood forming breathtaking blossoms on the ground. But without hesitation, the soldiers behind filled the gaps and pressed forward. Every step forward carried a huge risk. Bullets whizzed past their ears, stirring up a gust of searing wind. Some soldiers, shot in the leg, gritted their teeth and limped to keep up with the troops. Others, wounded in the chest, used their last bit of strength to pass their weapons to their comrades at the moment of collapse. Xiao Yi shouted to the soldiers, "Don't be afraid! Charge forward!" His voice echoed through the hail of bullets, inspiring everyone. The soldiers within the ranks supported each other, collectively withstanding the stormy onslaught. Fear escaped their gazes, only a desire for victory and a dedication to their mission. Despite the continuous fall of their comrades, their grief and anger became a stronger force, propelling them forward. Each sacrifice became a flame within their hearts, fueling their fighting spirit and making their steps ever more resolute, never to rest.

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