Arriving at the gap in the defense line, Xiao Yi rushed forward first. He nimbly dodged the enemy's bullets, quickly found a favorable shooting position, pulled the trigger, and fired a series of bullets at the enemy.
The reserve soldiers followed closely behind and quickly filled the gaps. Some of them worked hard to pile up sandbags to try to stop the influx of floodwaters, while others raised their weapons and fired fiercely at the enemy.
While shooting, Xiao Yi directed the soldiers' actions. "Increase firepower on the left!" "Pay attention to defense on the right!" His voice was clear and powerful amid the sound of gunfire.
The enemy's attack became more and more frantic, and bullets rained down like a torrential rain. Soldiers around Xiao Yi kept falling, but he did not retreat at all. He personally helped the injured soldiers up, moved them to a safe area, and turned back to fight.
In the fierce exchange of fire, Xiao Yi was also wounded in many places. Blood stained his clothes red, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to fight tenaciously. His eyes were always firm, full of anger towards the enemy and desire for victory.
"Never retreat! Fight to the death!" Xiao Yi's roar echoed throughout the battlefield, inspiring every soldier. Under his leadership, the soldiers of the reserve team burst out with amazing fighting power and launched a thrilling and desperate fight with the enemy.
Stubborn resistance
Despite the extremely unfavorable situation, the people at the base did not retreat at all.
Amidst the thick smoke of gunpowder, every face was filled with determination. Women formed logistics teams, carrying ammunition and food to the soldiers on the front lines. Their steps were hurried, their eyes devoid of fear. Even when shells exploded around them, they only paused briefly before continuing their determined march.
Although the elders could not directly participate in the battle, they cared for the wounded in the rear and provided moral support with their experience and wisdom. With a gleam of encouragement in their eyes, they told every injured soldier: "Hold on, son. We can win!"
The soldiers on the front lines were even more fearless. Their clothes were tattered, their bodies covered with wounds, but they never put down their weapons. Some, running out of bullets, picked up rocks and rushed towards the enemy; others, their legs blown off, still leaned on their stumps and fired at the enemy.
Every bunker, every trench, became their steadfast position. Even when the enemy's suppressive fire kept them from raising their heads, they would find an opportunity to strike back. Their eyes burned with rage, and their hearts held only one belief: to defend the base, to defend their families!
The children were also doing their best. They helped pass on messages, took care of their younger siblings, and cheered the soldiers on with their childish voices.
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