The entire base seemed to have turned into a steel fortress. No matter how fiercely the enemy attacked, the people here resisted stubbornly and vowed to live and die with the base.
They built a new Great Wall with their flesh and blood, and guarded every inch of land with their lives.
On the battlefield, smoke filled the air and flames blazed. The figures of the soldiers loomed in the flames, their faces weary yet resolute. Each one gripped his weapon tightly, his eyes revealing fearless determination.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a tight human wall. Bullets whizzed past, hitting their bodies, blood instantly staining their clothes red, but they did not retreat. If someone fell, the comrades next to them would immediately fill his place without hesitation.
Their bodies bore the brunt of the shells, and the violent explosions shook the earth, but they could not shake their resolve to persevere. Every charge, every resistance, was a sacrifice of their lives to defend the land beneath their feet.
Their steps on this land are unwavering. Even if they are suppressed by enemy fire and cannot raise their heads, they will wait for an opportunity in the bunker. Once the opportunity arises, they will rush out without hesitation and fight the enemy to the death.
Their fingers grew stiff from prolonged trigger-pulling, their throats hoarse from shouting, but their fighting spirit grew stronger. Every inch of land was soaked with their sweat and blood, and every footprint bore witness to their tenacity and indomitable spirit.
The howling winds could not shatter their fighting spirit; the torrential rains could not extinguish their faith. They used their flesh and blood to block the enemy's attacks again and again, and with their tenacious will, they defended every inch of precious land.
In this battlefield of life and death, they are the indestructible Great Wall, guarding their homes and loved ones behind them, never giving up and never admitting defeat.
Women and children also provided support to the soldiers in the rear, delivering water, food, and bandaging wounds.
In the makeshift rear camp, women bustled about, their faces filled with worry and anxiety, but their hands moved in an orderly manner.
A group of women gathered around several large pots, steaming hot meals. They didn't even bother wiping the sweat from their foreheads, constantly stirring the food to ensure the soldiers had a hot meal. Once the food was ready, they quickly packed it into lunch boxes, then carried them on their heads or in their arms, hurriedly delivering them to the front line.
Some women were running among the crowd, carrying buckets and cups of water. They carefully handed clean water to each soldier, watching the soldiers drink it in big gulps, with satisfied smiles on their faces.
The children weren't idle either. Though young, they were incredibly sensible. The older children helped carry supplies, their thin bodies carrying heavy packages, each step laborious. The younger children gathered around the wounded, fanning them with their tender hands and softly offering comfort.
In the medical tent, the women transformed into angels in white. They meticulously cleaned the wounds of the wounded, their movements gentle and skillful. Tears welled in their eyes as some of the wounds were so deep, but their hands moved without a tremor. They bandaged the wounded with clean gauze, tying each knot tightly, as if it were a promise to protect them.
A little girl walked into the tent with a bouquet of wild flowers, gently placed it on the wounded's pillow, and said in a sweet voice: "Uncle, you will definitely get better." The wounded looked at these kind women and lovely children, their hearts filled with warmth and strength, and their pain seemed to be alleviated a lot.
In this brutal war, women and children provided solid support for the soldiers on the front line in their own way, becoming the softest yet strongest support in the soldiers' hearts.
When the enemy's attack weakened slightly, Xiao Yi quickly summoned the core members to discuss the counterattack strategy.
Xiao Yi's face was covered in smoke and dust, but his eyes were still sharp and determined. He waved his hand quickly and gathered the core members to a relatively quiet corner.
Everyone gathered around, all of them looking solemn and exhausted. Xiao Yi looked at them and said in a low but powerful voice: "Brothers, this is our chance to fight back."
He squatted down and drew a simple map on the ground. "This is where the enemy's firepower is the strongest, but I noticed that there seems to be a problem with their ammunition supply." Xiao Yi tapped his finger on the map. "We can flank them and catch them off guard."
An officer with a bloodstained face frowned and interrupted, "But Xiao Yi, our troops have also suffered heavy losses. If we take the risk of attacking like this, what if..."
Xiao Yi interrupted him, his eyes gleaming: "There's no such thing as a one-time event! If we don't fight back, we can only sit and wait for death."
Another member then asked, "What about our follow-up support?"
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth: "There is no time to wait for support, we can only rely on the existing forces and fight quickly and decisively."
Everyone fell into a brief silence, thinking about this bold plan. Xiao Yi stood up and looked around: "This is our only chance. For the base, for our families, we must fight!"
The core members looked at each other, then nodded, the flame of battle rekindled in their eyes. Xiao Yi took a deep breath and began to assign tasks: "You, lead a team to break through from this side; you, be responsible for fire cover..."
During this brief and intense discussion, the counterattack plan gradually became clear, and everyone's determination became stronger. They knew that the next battle would be even more brutal, but they were ready for a desperate fight.
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