While Zhang Jie's First Army's spearhead company was fighting a bloody battle with the American troops on Hill 313, the Fourth Army's attack on the left side of Mount Xiaofeng was also stuck.
The soldiers of the Fourth Army also charged in a hail of bullets, facing the carefully constructed defenses and fierce pressure from the US military.
Shells exploded around them, sending up clouds of dust and debris.
A battalion commander waved his pistol and shouted loudly: "Charge! For the motherland!" However, before he finished speaking, a bullet hit his chest and he fell down.
The soldiers around him were red-eyed and rushed forward even more frantically, but the US army was too powerful, and every step forward came at a huge price.
At Jinjiling, the offensive of the 1st and 11th Armies also encountered strong resistance.
The seven divisions of the Western Allied Forces took advantage of the favorable terrain to deploy a dense force network.
A company commander of the 1st Army led his soldiers to try to break through the enemy's defense line, but was swept by a burst of machine gun fire, and many soldiers fell instantly.
The company commander shouted angrily: "Revenge our brothers!" But their attacks were repelled again and again, and casualties continued to increase.
The situation of the 11th Army was not optimistic either. They encountered enemy artillery coverage during the charge, and many soldiers died before they approached the enemy's position.
On the battlefield of Chifengling, the Sixteenth Army and the Second Army also faced huge difficulties.
The two coalition army groups were well-equipped and well-defended.
A platoon leader of the 16th Army had his leg blown off by a shell during the charge, but he still insisted on lying on the ground and shooting, providing cover for his comrades, and eventually died of his severe injuries.
The soldiers of the Second Army advanced hard under the enemy's blockade, and every inch of the ground was covered with blood.
Until late at night, the offensives of the Fourth, Fifth, Eleventh, Sixteenth and Second Armies failed to achieve any substantial breakthroughs, and the battle situation was at a stalemate.
The soldiers were exhausted, but their eyes were still full of determination and indomitable spirit as they prepared for an even more brutal battle the next day.
The offensive began at 15:00 last night until the early morning of September 10. The soldiers had fought for more than 20 hours and were now exhausted.
Zhang Fei knew that this was going to be a tough battle, so he immediately ordered all troops to stop attacking.
In this battle, Daxia suffered heavy losses. Hundreds of thousands of lives were lost forever on this day.
The entire battlefield was filled with the corpses of soldiers.
After retreating, the field hospital in the rear was crowded with wounded soldiers.
The soldiers who died on the battlefield could not even bring back their bodies, so they could only stay in the peak temporarily.
The spearhead company in particular lost more than half of its troops, and the company commander and the receptionist were killed.
Every surviving warrior had a heavy heart.
"Come on, everyone."
Liu Dali now takes over the spearhead company, and he keeps saying this to his brothers.
"Brothers, this is what war is like. There will be sacrifices. Maybe tomorrow I will die, and you will die too. But this is not terrible. What is terrible is that we have no will to fight."
"The company commander died, the instructor died. But the spearhead company is still here, and so are we. The mission is not yet complete. The company commander said that even if we die, we will die on Hill 313."
"Now is not the time for us to be sad. We must take Hill 313 to comfort our fallen comrades, our company commander and instructor. Now it's time for everyone to eat and drink. Eat and drink enough, and take a rest. Tomorrow I will lead you to continue the charge. We will never stop until we take Hill 313."
These words restored the brothers' confidence.
Everyone suppressed their sadness and continued to eat and drink.
Food is iron, and rice is steel. Only after you have eaten and drunk enough, you will have the strength to fight.
After eating and drinking enough, the soldiers were really sleepy.
At this moment, they didn't care about their own death. They lay in the trenches, hugged their rifles and fell asleep, preparing for tomorrow's battle.
Although the American troops at Mount 껗 repelled the attack, they also suffered heavy losses.
Especially the attack from Daxia made them feel scared.
The defense, which took so long to prepare, was almost breached on the first day.
This allowed these American soldiers to realize for the first time the strength of the Great Xia Army.
After the armistice, they did not rejoice in their victory, but instead seized the time to rebuild their destroyed positions.
At five o'clock in the morning, the darkness before dawn had not yet completely dissipated, and the soldiers who had rested for a night were suddenly awakened by the urgent whistle.
The short rest last night did not wash away their physical and mental fatigue, however, everyone's eyes were filled with determination and resolution.
The shells exploded again, and the deafening sound broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the horn of attack for the next day was blown.
This time, the soldiers' hearts seemed to be burning with a hotter flame. Yesterday's battle made them fully aware of the enemy's ferocity, but death was no longer a source of fear for them.
Their only belief is to capture the peak, wipe out the entire army, and win to let the world know how powerful the Great Xia army is.
The familiar charge horn sounded passionately, breaking through the smoke-filled sky. The soldiers of the First Army and the Fourth Army jumped out of the trenches like caged tigers, charging bravely towards the peaks.
The sharp knife company, led by Liu Dali, was still at the forefront. Liu Dali's face was covered with dust and blood, but his eyes were as firm as those of Captain Zhao Wu before him, and he roared: "For the captain, for the brothers who sacrificed, charge!"
Every soldier in the sharp knife company held their weapons tightly, with the only belief in their hearts - to take Hill 313. They ran wildly in the hail of gunfire, bullets whistling beside them, and comrades fell from time to time, but they did not stop.
A young soldier was hit in the leg by a bullet. He gritted his teeth and dragged his injured leg forward until a bullet penetrated his chest. He slowly fell down, but his hands were still tightly holding the gun.
Another soldier was charging when a shell exploded beside him, and half of his body was covered in blood. However, he continued to charge with his strong will until he fell not far from the enemy's position.
Charge after charge, like surging waves hitting the solid reef. The enemy's positions were fierce, but the Great Xia Army did not retreat. In the fierce battle, the enemy's positions were removed one by one, and the defense of Hill 313 gradually collapsed.
A platoon leader was hit by several bullets, but he still tried his best to throw a grenade, destroying an enemy's focus.
Some soldiers, after running out of ammunition, engaged the enemy in close combat, fighting them with bayonets.
The Daxia army made a breakthrough on this day with its iron will and fearless courage. Although the peak has not been completely conquered, they have gained momentum today and caused heavy losses to the enemy.
The afterglow of the setting sun casts a shadow on this blood-stained land. The tired but hopeful figures of the soldiers seem to be saying: as long as they keep attacking, victory will surely belong to them.