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The atmosphere in the makeshift command post of the Third Battalion was as solid as iron.
Jiang Yan gripped the walkie-talkie, veins bulging on the back of his hand. Every scream and explosion coming from the walkie-talkie felt like a hammer blow to his heart.
Su Tang, however, seemed to have expected this. She ignored the bad news coming from the walkie-talkie and instead pondered something about the battle map.
Xu Gaogui, who was standing next to her, was as pale as a sheet of paper. He listened to the machine that kept broadcasting bad news, and his face was full of unease.
Less than half an hour, just half an hour!
Bai Wei and Qiao Lin, leading a nearly thirty-strong "elite assault team," encountered a premeditated saturation fire attack from Battalion No. 2 in the open area in front of Hill C.
The enemy didn't even use their full force; the crossfire from just three grenade launchers and a dozen modified rifles created an insurmountable web of death.
The Type 56 semi-automatic rifles of the Third Battalion had limited range and were as laughable as sticks in the face of the enemy's long-range attacks.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat immediately! Abandon point C! Retreat towards base!"
Jiang Yan could no longer bear it and gave the order to retreat to his walkie-talkie.
Over the channel came Bai Wei and Qiao Lin's panicked commands, mixed with the soldiers' desperate cries and the roar of explosions.
Another long twenty minutes passed.
At the edge of the mountains and forests, the figures of the defeated soldiers finally appeared.
They were routed, covered in dust and dirt, their clothes torn and tattered.
Bai Wei and Qiao Lin were among them, their usual pride and dignity completely gone.
Bai Wei's hair was disheveled, and her face was streaked with black and white smoke. Qiao Lin was even more disheveled, having lost her initial confidence and arrogance, leaving only a worried expression.
Of the thirty people who went out, only twenty returned.
The red paint splattered on everyone's body was like nails of shame, driven into the hearts of everyone in Battalion Three.
"Thump!"
One of the soldiers who had just escaped could no longer hold on; his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.
His complaints were like a switch, instantly igniting the humiliation that had been building up in everyone's hearts.
"...We can't fight, we simply can't fight..."
"Their guns are amazing, and those things... they're called grenades, one blast and a whole area is wiped out, there's nowhere to hide..."
"Our camp is finished... We're doomed..."
Pessimism, like a flood breaking through a dam, completely engulfed the entire camp.
Inside the temporary command post.
The damned walkie-talkie started buzzing with electrical current again.
An arrogant voice, transmitted through the captured channel, spread throughout the temporary command post.
"Hello? Hello? You useless bastards from Battalion Three, can you hear me?"
It's Yuan Bao! The commander of the Second Battalion!
"Tsk tsk tsk, weren't you going to fight us head-on? Weren't you going to show your mettle? Why are you running away like a bunch of rabbits, faster than anyone else?"
"Where is your commander? That Jiang Yan guy, and those two female squad leaders, weren't they supposed to be very eloquent? Why are they so quiet?"
"Oh, by the way, thank you for the ten 'heads' you sent. We'll accept the points without hesitation."
Yuan Bao's voice was filled with the thrill of a cat catching a mouse.
"Listen up, you trash. The game has only just begun. You'll have half a day to catch your breath, then wash your necks and wait in your doghouses for us to come and take your heads!"
"You'd better guard your base well, hahahaha—!"
The arrogant laughter abruptly stopped, and the walkie-talkie fell silent.
But that laughter still seemed to echo in everyone's ears.
"It's all her fault!"
A sharp sound broke the low-pressure atmosphere and silence in the camp.
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