Under the serene moonlight, amidst the dense forests and valleys, bursts of firelight ignited in various places, and unseen bullets whizzed through the air, occasionally accompanied by muffled groans as people fell to the ground. At this moment, the Yan army was engaged in a fierce and intense battle with the Golts.
The rugged terrain restricted everyone's movement, and both sides could only choose the nearest cover and then fire in the direction of the firelight. Gunshots rang out everywhere, but shouts were rarely heard.
This was hardly a silent battle, as bullets were constantly striking trees, rocks, and the ground. The Golt soldiers, hidden behind cover, calmly carried out tactical orders passed between their squads. Each squad was essentially in a different position, and even during the engagement, some soldiers were carefully moving, constantly shifting positions to make it difficult for the enemy to locate them.
This is their usual way of fighting in the mountains, and most of their soldiers are more accurate marksmen than ordinary infantrymen. After all, if you are not good at marksmanship, you cannot become a mountain infantryman. Among the eight army groups of the Empire, the mountain infantry division of the Sixth Army Group has the strongest individual combat capability.
Previously, the Enzos Mountains had been their training ground. It was for this reason that when Feng Palen learned that the military factory had fallen, he immediately sent Dylan with the Sixth Army to the front line. If the battle on the front line went badly and the Yan people advanced to Enzos, then the Sixth Army would definitely be the best weapon to defeat the enemy.
Now, as the fighting intensifies, the Golt soldiers realize that the enemy has also organized a large attack group, and within this group, more and more combat squads are being exposed. They are entrenched in various locations, attacking their own forces from different directions, and in turn, their own positions are being exposed more and more.
Although it was nighttime and visibility was greatly obstructed, the flashes of gunfire were particularly noticeable.
"Captain, the enemy has too many firing points. We're afraid we'll have to fight all night..." A Goltian soldier, who was loading bullets, said anxiously from behind a rugged rock formation, where an infantry squad was hiding.
He carefully hid behind a rock, hunching over to keep his head out as much as possible, while his gun stood upright on the ground. There were still dozens of bullets left in the leather satchel at his waist. Although he had already fired half of them, the soldier knew he hadn't hit many enemies.
There are too many fortifications in the mountainous terrain, and it's nighttime now, which has significantly reduced everyone's accuracy. Most of the bullets fired are unable to harm the enemy.
Upon hearing the soldier's words, the squad leader said with a stern face:
"It's not like we haven't played all night before!"
"But I don't have many bullets left..." The soldier's wrist was still trembling as he hadn't finished reloading. Although the fighting was intense, the cold weather had made his fingers stiff with cold.
"Then aim carefully!" The captain's hawk-like eyes fixed on a huge dead tree dozens of meters away, and he pulled the trigger with a "bang".
Thud, thud!
Immediately following, two gunshots rang out, and he hurriedly sat down on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Damn it!" the captain cursed under his breath, turning his head to look at his left arm. Blood was gushing from his forearm, and the pain kept coming, making his face turn pale.
"Captain, you've been shot!" Several exclamations came from beside him.
"It's just a scratch, don't make a fuss! Keep an eye on the Yan people, don't let them get close!" the captain shouted.
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers replied, their eyes fixed on the firing positions, their rifles aimed at those locations, waiting for the enemy to be exposed outside their cover. Meanwhile, several others were responsible for keeping watch on the left and right, providing continuous vigilance for the team to prevent the enemy from sneaking in from the left and right flanks.
The captain simply wrapped his injured left arm with gauze, then took out his pocket watch to check the time. It was already past midnight, the coldest time of day.
Although the sun shines brightly during the day, it remains cold in the mountains after nightfall, especially at this time of day, when the untouched ground is even covered with a layer of silvery frost.
"Save your bullets. Don't fire randomly when you haven't seen anyone. The night is still long, and the number of enemies won't decrease in a short time!" the captain said coldly.
In fact, even without his reminder, the soldiers were already conserving bullets as much as possible. In the first two hours of fighting, they were eager to eliminate the enemy quickly, so as long as they confirmed the enemy's location, they kept firing. This did work at first, but as time went on, each squad gradually discovered that the number of enemies was increasing.
Clearly, reinforcements were being sent to their rear to provide support. But that wasn't the worst news. The worst news was that an enemy squad was infiltrating their position, and several of the bunkers they were holding were being gradually captured by the enemy. This squad had been forced to retreat from the front lines to the rear.
"There's someone on the left! Watch out..." At that moment, a soldier suddenly shouted urgently.
Almost the instant he shouted, seven or eight bullets suddenly shot from his side, followed by several muffled groans.
"Quick! Move immediately, change locations!" The captain, who had luckily dodged the bullets, roared as he led the remaining seven or eight soldiers to another group of rocks not far away.
"Rustling!"
During their movement, under the silvery moonlight, the Flame Soldiers, who had infiltrated the flank and rear of the Golt Army combat group, fired at them expressionlessly.
Beneath this combat squad lay several Gothic corpses lying haphazardly. This stronghold had recently been captured by the Yanbing. After taking it, they did not immediately fire on the enemy squad, but waited until their other combat units passed through and penetrated deeper into enemy territory before opening fire.
Therefore, even if the enemy squad that is retreating in front of them manages to dodge the bullets and move to the rear cover, they will still die in the attack of another squad of their own.
"It's time to move forward! His Majesty has ordered that tonight we advance as far as possible, infiltrate behind enemy lines, and coordinate with the main force to capture the pass tomorrow!"
"Walk!"
The squad began its transfer, while at the same time, dozens of similar combat units were advancing along this irregular mountain battle line stretching three or four kilometers horizontally. The combat team that was moving the most smoothly had even advanced to a depth of two or three kilometers vertically.
Meanwhile, on the mountain pass, Kyle was watching the battle closely, with communications soldiers constantly sending back messages.
"Great, just as I expected!"
"Don't even think about scouting the terrain after my troops have entered the battle! If you're not going to follow the main road, then get out of Enzos! If you want to keep fighting, then wait to be wiped out by us!" Kyle shouted coldly, arms crossed.
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