The enemy soldiers' faces were pale, their eyes filled with fear and confusion. Their once high morale collapsed in an instant, replaced by a deep sense of panic and unease. They gathered together and whispered, their words filled with fear of the unknown and worry about the future.
Inside the command tent, the officers' faces were gloomy, angrily rebuking their subordinates for their negligence, but they themselves were also filled with frustration. This night attack made them clearly realize that the enemy was not as easy to deal with as they had imagined, and their confidence had suffered an unprecedented blow.
Back at the base, the oppressive atmosphere instantly dissipated upon hearing the news of the successful night raid. Long-lost smiles appeared on the weary faces of the soldiers, and a spark of hope reignited in their eyes. The wounded soldiers seemed to feel their pain eased somewhat, their spirits lifted.
The base began to seize the opportunity to rest, recuperate, and replenish its forces. Medical personnel busily treated the wounded, while logistics personnel quickly deployed supplies and repaired fortifications. Soldiers seized the opportunity to rest, recuperate, and prepare for the next round of battle.
This night raid was like a timely rain, allowing the base to breathe under the strong pressure of the enemy. It not only won precious time for the base, but more importantly, it restored people's confidence and courage, believing that they had the ability to resist the enemy's attack and defend their homes.
After several days of fierce fighting, the enemy's attacks gradually weakened, but Xiao Yi's base still stood.
The battlefield was filled with smoke and devastation. The once lush land was now riddled with holes from the artillery fire, and the charred earth was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and blood.
Xiao Yi stood high up in the base, his gaze fixed on the distance. His face was haggard, his eyes bloodshot, but his posture remained as straight as a pine tree. His uniform was tattered and bloodstained, bearing witness to the brutality of the past few days of fighting.
The base's fortifications were damaged in many places, with sandbags blown to pieces and barbed wire ripped open by artillery fire. The walls were also riddled with bullet holes and had even collapsed in some places.
However, despite suffering such severe damage, the soldiers in the base still held on to every inch of land. Their eyes were full of fatigue, but more of determination and unyielding spirit.
During these days of fighting, every corner was baptized by blood and fire. Soldiers charged forward amidst a hail of bullets, using their flesh and blood to withstand the enemy's frenzied attacks time and time again.
Some soldiers fell on the way to the charge, never to rise again; others, seriously wounded, gritted their teeth and persevered in the fight. Their heroic bravery and tenacious resistance made every attack by the enemy costly.
Now, the enemy's attack gradually weakened, perhaps because their troops and ammunition were exhausted, or perhaps they were intimidated by the tenacity of Xiao Yi's base. But the people in the base did not relax their vigilance at all. They hurried to repair fortifications, replenish ammunition, treat the wounded, and prepare for the new battle that might come.
Xiao Yi looked at his soldiers, his heart filled with pride and emotion. He knew that it was because of their unity and heroic fighting that the base was able to stand firm in this storm of attacks. As long as the base was still there, they had hope and the strength to continue fighting.
In the end, the coalition forces had to retreat after suffering heavy losses.
The battlefield was filled with smoke and a dead silence. The soldiers of the Union Army dragged their exhausted bodies, their steps heavy and slow. Their uniforms were tattered, bloodstained and muddy. The once neat formations were now sparse and disorderly.
The military flags hung low, as if mourning the tragic defeat. The wounded groaned in pain, supported by their comrades as they struggled forward. Some seriously wounded soldiers lay on stretchers, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.
Weapons and equipment were scattered everywhere, abandoned tanks and armored vehicles were emitting black smoke, and their barrels were twisted and deformed. The once arrogant and confident coalition forces were now extremely demoralized.
The commanders looked grimly at the devastated battlefield, their hearts filled with regret and helplessness. They knew that this offensive had been an unmitigated disaster. The heavy casualties, the depleted ammunition and supplies made it impossible for them to continue.
After the order to retreat was issued, the soldiers turned around and fled this terrible place as if they had been pardoned. They no longer had the prestige and arrogance they had when they came, but only confusion and panic.
In the distance, in Xiao Yi's base, the soldiers looked at the retreating coalition forces, and cheers resounded through the sky. They defended their homeland with their blood and lives, and won this seemingly impossible victory.
The allied forces gradually moved away in the afterglow of the sunset, leaving behind ruins and endless pain. But for Xiao Yi and his base, this was a hard-won victory and the best proof of their tenacious resistance and never-give-up spirit.
Xiao Yi stood on the devastated high ground, looking at the enemy troops retreating in the distance, his heart filled with emotion.
His figure seemed somewhat lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun. The ground beneath his feet was full of potholes and craters, as if telling the story of the brutal battle he had just experienced. Xiao Yi's gaze followed the direction of the enemy's departure for a long time, revealing a complex emotion in his eyes.
A gentle breeze blew by, his messy hair fluttering in the wind. His bloodstained military uniform, the torn corners swaying in the wind. His face was thin and resolute, etched with deep fatigue and vicissitudes of life.
Recalling the fierce battles of the past few days, the life-and-death moments kept flashing through his mind. The fearless charge and tragic sacrifice of his comrades, the deafening roar of gunfire, and the heart-wrenching cries seemed to still linger in his ears.
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