At this moment, Wilkie led some soldiers in a retreat from the southern front. Although it was a withdrawal, after the defensive line collapsed, enemy soldiers had already attacked, and Wilkie had no choice but to lead his soldiers to fight them.
There were still some rudimentary fortifications on the pass, and now Wilkie and his soldiers were using these cover to exchange fire with the advancing Yan soldiers.
In the midst of fierce fighting, Wilkie grabbed a soldier and yelled at him, "We can't hold this place any longer! Go get reinforcements!"
"Go to General Kyle and tell them to send reinforcements immediately!"
"Yes, sir!" The soldier turned and ran.
In just a moment, a communications soldier rushed to Wilkie's side amidst a hail of bullets, clutching his head, and reported some terrible news.
"Sir! Our northern defense line has been breached! General Mark's troops have suffered heavy casualties, and those Yan bastards are charging into the pass from there!"
Upon hearing this news, Wilkie was terrified, his already pale face draining of all color. He roared angrily, "When did this happen?!"
"Fifteen minutes ago! No, maybe even earlier, I... I couldn't..." The soldier was sweating profusely, so anxious that he stammered.
"It's over..." Wilkie howled in despair, but before he could react, he heard someone shout urgently from not far away:
"Shellfire!! Get down!!!"
Wilkie's pupils contracted, and as soon as he looked up, he saw several glittering points of light in the smoke-filled sky. He immediately lay down on the spot.
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"Boom boom boom!"
A series of explosions shattered the ground, sending rocks and dust flying. Before the soldiers lying on the ground could even feel relieved that they had escaped the bombing, they heard urgent shouts beside them.
"Quickly! Fire! Fire!!"
"They're charging in!!!"
The soldiers scrambled to their feet, large clumps of mud falling from their bodies. Just as they were about to fire, they were devastated to discover that the turret had been damaged in the recent bombardment, with stones knocking the cannons to the ground and even crushing the gunner responsible for firing.
But there was no time to mourn the unfortunate gunner, as the enemy was already closing in on the pass from the main road.
"Quick! Set up the cannon!"
Amidst the urgent shouts, the remaining soldiers frantically lifted the heavy cannons and repositioned them, even stepping on the gunners' corpses to load shells.
Finally, when everything was ready, the cannons were aimed at the enemy column less than 700 meters from the front line of the pass, and a loud "Fire!" was heard.
With a loud "boom," the cannon was detonated!
Soldiers were sent flying high into the air by the violent explosion. The soldier who lit the fuse was even blown in half, his internal organs spilling out of his chest and splattering all over the face and head of the officer who was shouting for the cannon to fire not far away.
Thick black smoke filled the completely collapsed gun emplacement. Some of the soldiers affected by the explosion were lucky enough to go to heaven, while others still had to endure the intense pain from their mangled bodies.
"Aaaaaah!"
Inhuman wails escaped from their throats, but in such an emergency, no one would notice their voices.
On the mountain pass, Kyle, who was directing the battle, looked anxious. He was overwhelmed by wave after wave of attacks. Although he had killed a lot of enemy soldiers, they were still advancing towards the pass with their strong forces and had already occupied several good positions and started shelling.
Just now, another of their forward artillery positions was destroyed, which made Kyle feel even more pressured. But compared to the pressure that the front lines could currently withstand, what worried Kyle more was the current situation on other battlefields.
He hurriedly took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. It was already 8:07 in the morning. More than an hour earlier, he had received a request for help from Mark on the northern front, saying that the enemy's offensive was fierce and reinforcements were urgently needed.
But at that time, he had just transferred troops to defend the northern front in order to deal with the enemy's attack from the rear. However, the northern front was on the verge of falling, so he had to transfer some troops to assist in the defense. But when he received news about the northern front, it had already fallen.
But this was just bad news. Just over ten minutes earlier, he received news that the southern front had fallen.
Two pieces of bad news piled up, and Kyle almost fainted. Fortunately, the enemy attack from the rear did not pose a threat. Now it seemed that it was just harassment by the enemy.
But looking at the present, the loss of the northern and southern fronts seems to have a more terrible impact than the loss of one area in the rear.
Just like now.
"Sir! Enemy troops are attacking our left flank!" the communications soldier shouted anxiously as he rushed over.
Just now, due to the fall of the northern front, some enemy soldiers entered the pass. Although the number of enemy soldiers who came up was not large, these people launched an attack directly on the only front line that had not been lost. Although it was just harassment, this was by no means a small skirmish, but a huge threat.
"Don't let them get here! Block their advance!" Kyle roared furiously.
"Sir! We're already doing that! But the enemy numbers are increasing! If this continues..."
"Shut up! Don't say that! Just do it!" Kyle interrupted angrily, as he couldn't think of any way to deal with the situation.
Should we abandon the frontal defense and disperse our forces to the north and south to plug the gap? That's absolutely impossible. If the enemy breaks through the main road, we're doomed.
"Shoot! Shoot! Destroy them!!" Unable to resolve the situation on both the northern and southern fronts, Kyle could only vent his anger on the enemy forces in front of him.
Just a few minutes later, another communications soldier rushed in to report.
"Sir, our right flank has been attacked by the enemy. General Dylan has ordered..." Before the communications soldier could finish speaking, Kyle interrupted him in despair:
"What can I do?" he asked the communications soldier in despair.
The communications soldier also looked desperate. The sound of bullets was gradually approaching from the left and right. The front line of defense at the pass had not been breached, but now they were the ones being surrounded.
"What orders did General Dylan give?" Kyle asked, looking dazed.
The communications soldier took a deep breath and said desperately, "No retreat, fight to the end, until the last drop of blood is shed."
"Until then, eliminate as many enemies as possible."
“Okay…okay…” Kyle murmured, but suddenly let out a roar:
"good!"
"Then let's do it this way!"
"Fire all the bullets into the enemy's chest!"
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