But their sacrifices didn't make Xiao Yi retreat; instead, they fueled his fighting spirit. Watching his comrades fall one after another, Xiao Yi's heart surged with endless grief and anger. However, this grief didn't drive him to despair, nor did this anger blind him. Instead, it surged like a powerful force from the depths of his heart, igniting an even more intense fire of war in his eyes. He clenched his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks trembling slightly as he suppressed the pain within, channeling it into fighting spirit. His gaze grew even more determined, like two blazing flames, determined to consume the enemies before him. Xiao Yi gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. He roared, his voice filled with longing for his comrades, hatred for the enemy, and an unwavering determination to never surrender. He fought not just for victory, but for his fallen comrades. Each fallen figure left an indelible mark on his heart, inspiring him to forge ahead without retreat. On this tragic battlefield, Xiao Yi was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. Carrying the expectations of his comrades and his unfinished mission, he launched a more fierce and fearless charge towards the enemy.
"Brothers, hold on! Victory is at hand!" Xiao Yi's voice was hoarse, yet still packed with strength. He shouted at the top of his lungs, his throat rasping as if rubbed by sandpaper, each word rasping and cracking. Yet, the power within his voice surged like a torrent, breaking through the smoke and blood of the battlefield and pouring directly into the ears of every soldier. Though his voice was no longer crisp and resonant, the resolve and determination within it were stronger than ever. It was a power that surged from the depths of his soul, unquestionable and irresistible. Xiao Yi's eyes swept over the brothers fighting bloody battles around him. He saw the fatigue and pain on their faces, but also the unextinguished fire in their eyes. He knew that this cry wasn't just a slogan; it was a shared faith and hope. Even though his throat was parched and smoking, each word stung, he continued to shout, as if using his voice to hold up an unshakable sky for the soldiers. In this hoarse yet powerful shout, the soldiers seemed to be injected with new vitality. They gritted their teeth, gripped their weapons again, followed Xiao Yi's footsteps, and launched a final charge towards the victory that was so close yet seemed out of reach.
Faced with the enemy's stubborn resistance, Xiao Yi decided to fight to the bitter end. Frowning, Xiao Yi stared intently at the stubbornly resisting enemy lines ahead. The enemy's defenses were impenetrable, repelling every attack with relentless force. The situation grew increasingly dire. His mind raced through scenes of previous battles: the sacrifices of his comrades, the blood-stained earth, and the distant prospect of victory. Anger and resentment mingled within him, like a volcano about to erupt. Xiao Yi took a deep breath and made his final decision. He spun abruptly, facing the equally exhausted but determined warriors behind him. He declared, "Brothers, the enemy holds out, but we have no retreat! Today, we must fight to the bitter end! It's either the enemy or we!" His voice echoed across the battlefield, stirring the hearts of every soldier. Then, Xiao Yi personally destroyed the retreat route behind him, eliminating any possibility of retreat. His actions were decisive and resolute, without a single moment of hesitation. He raised his weapon again and shouted loudly: "Follow me!" At this moment, there was no longer any hesitation or fear in his eyes, only the determination to move forward and the courage to face death. Xiao Yi took the lead and rushed towards the enemy's position with firm steps. His figure seemed so lonely yet so powerful in the flames of war.
He concentrated all his firepower in a final charge against the enemy's core area. This was a life-or-death struggle, victory or destruction. With his piercing gaze, Xiao Yi quickly marshaled all available firepower. The gunners stood in formation, ammunition flowing in continuously, every gun and cannon ready for action. He stood at the forefront, gripping his weapons tightly, his body tense as a fully drawn bowstring. Xiao Yi took a deep breath and roared, "Brothers, follow me!" This roar was like the prelude to battle, instantly igniting everyone's passion. Like a tide, the soldiers followed Xiao Yi, charging towards the enemy's core area. Artillery shells whistled through the sky, exploding balls of fire across the enemy positions; machine guns blazed in a barrage of death, sweeping relentlessly down upon the enemy. Xiao Yi's steps were firm and swift, his heart pounding, not from fear, but from a desperate desire for victory. Every step forward carried immense danger, but he refused to retreat. The enemy's bullets rained down like raindrops, and soldiers kept falling beside him, but Xiao Yi's eyes were always fixed on the target in front of him. He knew that this was a charge with no way back, and it was a critical moment to determine life and death. The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the shouts and sounds of gunfire were deafening. Xiao Yi seemed to have been deafened by these sounds. There was only one belief left in his world: break through the enemy's defenses and win! This was a cruel life-and-death contest, and there was no middle ground. Either break through the enemy's core area and usher in the dawn of victory; or fall on the way to the charge and become another tragic scene on this battlefield. But Xiao Yi and his soldiers had long since put life and death aside. For the ultimate victory, they charged forward regardless of everything.
Under the desperate charge of Xiao Yi and his fellow soldiers, the enemy's defenses finally crumbled. Xiao Yi led the charge, his clothes tattered and his body covered in wounds, but his pace never slowed. His weapon spurted out furious flames, each shot laced with unwavering determination. The soldiers followed closely behind him, their eyes filled with the unwavering determination to face death. Some soldiers, wounded in the legs, limped as they ran; others, shot in the arms, continued to charge, weapons held high. Like an unstoppable torrent, they continuously assaulted the enemy's defenses. The sound of enemy gunfire gradually faded, their resistance growing weaker under the powerful assault of Xiao Yi and his soldiers. Finally, cracks began to appear in the enemy's defenses. One stronghold was captured, followed by a second, a third... The enemy soldiers began to panic, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
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