Under the sky before dawn, the steel ridge was like a lurking giant beast. Eighteen thousand elite soldiers of the Tenth Division of Mi were lurking here.
Suddenly, the earth trembled violently, and fire flashed from Daxia's heavy artillery array. Shells streaked across the sky like angry meteors, slamming into the Midian division's array.
In an instant, the steel ridge was engulfed in flames and smoke. The roar of the explosion seemed to tear the sky apart. Mud and rocks flew everywhere along with shrapnel. The enemy's fortifications collapsed one after another under this violent bombardment. The soldiers' cries and screams were drowned in the endless noise.
Master Midian never expected that he would be subjected to such a sudden and violent bombardment from Daxia.
Most of the soldiers in the trenches were still resting with their eyes closed, waiting for the morning light to cover the sky before launching a further advance against the North.
As thousands of Daxia's heavy artillery fired simultaneously, the entire steel mountain shook, rocks and soil splashed, like a sea of fire.
The Daxia First Army was the main attacking force, and all the soldiers were hiding at the foot of the Steel Ridge.
The soldiers held their weapons tightly, their faces solemn. As the shells flew over the leader and slammed into the American formations on the mountain, the huge explosions made the soldiers nervous. This was their first time participating in a battle, and it would be a lie to say they were not nervous.
Among them were the soldiers of the First Army's Sharp Knife Company, which was the ace sharp knife company of the First Army and served as the vanguard of the main attack.
Zhang Jie was naturally among them. He could now clearly hear his own heartbeat, which beat in his chest like a war drum. His palms were full of sweat and his throat became dry unconsciously.
The comrades beside them also had nervous looks in their eyes; this was the first time they faced the horror of war head-on.
As the sound of artillery fire gradually faded, the time for a general offensive had come.
The company commander Zhao Wu stood up, his eyes firmly scanning every soldier, and shouted: "Brothers! We are the sharp blade of Daxia's First Army! Behind us is the motherland, and in today's battle, the only way is to move forward! The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road, and we will defend the glory of Daxia with our blood!"
"Kill..."
The soldiers shouted in unison, their shouts shaking the sky. Their fearless aura seemed to be able to dispel the smoke before their eyes.
Squad leader Yang Peng patted Zhang Jie on the shoulder and grinned, "Don't be afraid, kid, just follow me and charge forward!"
Platoon leader Liu Dali shouted at the side: "There has never been a coward in our sharp knife company. Today, let the American army see how powerful we are!"
Zhang Jie took a deep breath and responded loudly: "Yes, squad leader, platoon leader, we will never back down!"
The attack horn sounded, and the warriors rushed towards the enemy camp like a surging tide.
Bullets whizzed past my ears, and every step forward seemed to come at a huge cost.
When the American soldiers saw the overwhelming army rushing towards the battle line, they immediately came out of the air-raid shelters, held their guns in the trenches, and fired wildly at the soldiers of the Daxia First Army at the foot of the mountain.
The bullets flew everywhere within sight of the naked eye, leaving the soldiers with nowhere to hide.
Led by Zhao Wu himself, the first echelon of the spearhead company charged into the enemy camp. Soldiers were constantly hit by bullets and fell in front of the enemy's position while running.
Zhang Jie watched his comrades fall one after another, and the grief in his heart further stimulated his fighting spirit.
"Zhang Jie, be careful to the left!"
Squad leader Yang Peng yelled, rushed towards Zhang Jie, and pinned him under him.
"Squad leader."
Zhang Jie called out to Yang Peng, but there was no response.
Zhang Jie's heart tightened and he pushed Yang Peng away to check.
Yang Peng was no longer breathing, but his chest was still oozing with bright red blood, staining all his comrades red.
"Squad leader."
Zhang Jie couldn't help but burst into tears. He held Yang Peng's chest tightly and kept shouting.
The squad leader who was just talking to 놛 died while trying to save 놛, and Zhang Jie was heartbroken.
"You don't want to die, stand up and keep going..."
Platoon leader Liu Dali ran over with a gun in hand, knocked Zhang Jie to the ground, and shouted angrily, "Don't cry, stand up and charge."
"Platoon leader, squad leader..."
"You know, the squad leader has died, but you haven't. Follow you and continue to fight."
Liu Dali said with bloodshot eyes, then he picked up his gun, stood up and continued to charge towards the enemy formation.
Zhang Jie watched the platoon leader and his comrades charging in the enemy's hail of bullets, his eyes gradually becoming fierce.
놛 gritted his teeth and said to the sacrificed Yang Peng: "Squad leader, 놖 will not embarrass you."
"ah……"
Zhang Jie shouted, holding his gun and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.
There is only one thought in my mind: fight, for my dead comrades, for victory!
He rushed towards the enemy's fortress without hesitation, and was not afraid even if the bullets flew past his body.
The Midland Division was indeed an elite division, their firepower was extremely fierce, and the US Army provided continuous artillery support.
This means that the charging soldiers have to face both enemy artillery bombardment and the barrage of bullets.
In a short time, the battlefield was filled with the bodies of the First Army soldiers.
"Damn it, come on, old man..."
Company commander Zhao Wu kept shouting, encouraging the soldiers to charge.
Daxia's heavy artillery never stopped, bombarding the Midian division's positions non-stop.
As the First Army completely contained the Midi Division on the Steel Ridge, the Tenth Army and the Sixteenth Army, which were lurking on both sides, finally received orders.
"Attack."
The bugler stood on a high platform, blowing the order for the general attack with all his might.
The charge horn sounded unusually loud on the battlefield. The soldiers of the 10th Army and the 16th Army could no longer hold back. They rushed out from both sides and launched an attack on the Steel Ridge's 1st Division.
The Midian Division was already a little overwhelmed by the First Army's attack, and now suddenly the Great Xia Army rushed out from both sides, which made their mood of near collapse completely collapse.
"Please support, please support..."
Second division commander, keep asking for support!
De's response was to hold on to the steel ridge and wait for support!
The US Army immediately ordered the 9th and 10th Divisions stationed at Shangfengling to provide rapid support to Gangling.
But they thought too simply. As soon as they sent out reinforcements, they were ambushed by the North Korean army at the foot of the mountain, forcing them to stop.
The Southern Dynasty's Second Army Group, with a force of more than 80,000 soldiers, stationed in the outer housing area of the Northern Dynasty's capital, also received the task from the US Army to support Gangling.
The Southern Dynasty's First Army Group immediately sent reinforcements to help, but halfway through, they were attacked fiercely by the Southern Dynasty's First Army.
This supporting force was also completely blocked by the 1st Army of the Japanese Army, which gave them a beautiful ambush.
Without support, the second division was like meat on a chopping board, and it was only a matter of time before they were all wiped out.
As time went by, the American troops on the Iron Ridge gradually lost confidence. The brave and fearless spirit of the soldiers of the First Army quickly rushed into the enemy's position.
The first to rush onto the battlefield were the spearhead company. Under the leadership of company commander Zhao Wu, Zhang Jie and his comrades were the first to attack the Steel Ridge.
The soldiers were already bloodshot, and rushed to the battlefield, pointing their guns at the American troops in the trenches and firing wildly.