Although the explosive packs were installed, Li Tianlang and his men were also in trouble. Someone kept coming to the bottom of the bridge to help them. Li Tianlang and his men waded in the river, and it was not easy to retreat. Brothers kept falling, and the river surface instantly turned red.
Seeing that he had run away, Li Tianlang said anxiously into the earphone: "Captain, the explosive packs have been installed. You lead the brothers to retreat, and then blow up the bridge. I will come to make the decision, and you guys don't have to worry about it."
Chen Ping heard Li Tianlang's words in the hail of bullets and roared, "Bullshit! I will not abandon any of my brothers!"
Li Tianlang shouted: "Captain, there is no time. If you leave now, everyone will be gone! This is an order!"
Chen Ping's eyes were red, and he shouted while shooting: "Let's die together. Long Yan has never abandoned his brothers!"
Li Tianlang's eyes turned red: "Captain, don't let the brothers' sacrifice go to waste, it's important to complete the mission!"
At this moment, a bullet flew past Li Tianlang's cheek. He shuddered, but said more firmly: "Captain, hurry up!"
Chen Ping felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he knew that Li Tianlang was right and the mission had to be completed. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Everyone retreat!"
Although the soldiers were reluctant, they resolutely followed orders and retreated while fighting.
Li Tianlang and the remaining brothers fought hard in the river, buying time for their teammates. The American army's bullets rained down, and several brothers fell down.
Li Tianlang's body was covered with wounds, and his blood had dyed the river red, but his eyes remained firm, and the gun in his hand never stopped firing.
When he saw his teammates had evacuated to a safe distance, Li Tianlang smiled with relief and shouted into his earphone: "Captain, blow up the bridge!"
Chen Ping burst into tears and pressed the remote control hard.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, flames shot up into the sky, and the Changhui Bridge was instantly blown to pieces.
Li Tianlang and the enemy died and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Chen Ping and his surviving brothers stared at the destroyed bridge in despair, with thick smoke rising up and covering the already dark night sky. However, there was no joy of completing the mission on their faces.
Looking around, most of the familiar faces have disappeared. Of the eight people in the team, only a few have walked out alive.
The hearty laughter of Team Leader Li Tianlang seemed to still echo in my ears, but now, he had already sacrificed himself, and all the members of Team 1 had been burned to death along with the bridge. Even their bodies had not been found, and not a single bone was left.
Chen Ping's heart felt as if it was being cut by countless sharp blades, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.
His eyes scanned every surviving soldier, looking at their tear marks and sorrowful expressions on their faces. He wanted to cry, but something seemed to be choking his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes, but they refused to flow out.
The soldiers stood there, letting their tears flow freely, their bodies trembling slightly, and their sad cries echoing in the night sky. The brothers who had trained together, fought together, and laughed together, just left them forever.
"Why? Why is this happening?" a young warrior murmured to himself, his voice filled with pain and confusion.
Chen Ping took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He said in a hoarse voice: "Brothers, their sacrifice will not be in vain. They have completed the mission. For the motherland and the people, they are heroes, eternal heroes!"
However, his words could not alleviate the heavy grief in his heart, a pain that went deep into his bones, a pain that could never be erased.
The wind was still blowing, carrying the smell of gunpowder, blowing across everyone's face, as if telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war.
But now is a time of sorrow and sadness. As the captain, Chen Ping knows that he must be responsible for the living.
He suppressed his inner grief, looked at everyone firmly, and said in a low but powerful voice: "Brothers, this is your sad moment, you have to fight for the living! The mission has been completed, everyone follow up and move to the main battlefield of Shangfengling!"
The soldiers had grief in their eyes and their tears were still dry, but they understood their responsibility at the moment and had to temporarily abandon their sacrificed comrades and evacuate the place with heavy steps.
Along the way, Chen Ping used his communication device to report the mission to Zhang Fei. Zhang Fei was so excited that his voice trembled after hearing the news: "Great! Great! Chen Ping, you guys did a great job!"
Zhang Fei continued, "After several consecutive attacks, the enemies on Shangfengling, Chifengling, and Jinjiling are almost holding on. If the bridge is blown up, the American army will not be able to send reinforcements for a while. The American army on Shangfengling is caught in a trap and has no way out. You should speed up and meet up with the main force to prepare for the final general attack!"
Chen Ping replied: "Yes! I guarantee to complete the task!"
After hanging up the communication, Chen Ping looked at the tired but determined soldiers and shouted: "Brothers, speed up, victory is just ahead!"
Back at the main battlefield, the incoming attacks continuously impacted the defense line of Shangfengling like a surging tide, and the defense that once seemed indestructible has now collapsed.
The soldiers of the Medieval and the First Army no longer had the confidence and arrogance they had before. Instead, they were filled with endless fear and despair.
They frantically called for help from the rear, but the result was that the bridge had been bombed and needed to be urgently recaptured, forcing them to hold on for a few more days.
This news was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the Mi army in Shangfengling hard, and plunged them into deep despair.
Under the leadership of the new company commander Zhao Wu, the spearhead company has been launching rounds of attacks on Hill 313 over the past few days.
The brothers were not afraid and charged forward one after another. Even though some of them kept falling, their attack never stopped.
Every charge is accompanied by a determination to die; every roar is filled with a desire for victory.
They have seen the hope of victory, and the nearby high ground seems to be calling them.
But the enemy still resisted stubbornly, holding the high ground tightly and refusing to give up even a single step. They fought back desperately with the remaining fortifications and the last of their ammunition.
The battle became more intense, and the high ground was already littered with corpses. Blood stained the ground red, and broken weapons and equipment were scattered all over the ground.
Every piece of land has experienced countless battles, and every bomb crater has witnessed the struggle between life and death.
However, the fighters of the sharp knife company did not retreat. They had a belief in their hearts: to take Hill 313, for the sacrifice of their comrades, and for the final victory!