Chinese soldiers charged forward recklessly, while the Vietnamese troops could only hide in their reinforced concrete bunkers and keep throwing grenades out.
After the five soldiers blew up the barbed wire, the survivors rushed into the trenches, using bayonets, entrenching tools, and even their teeth as weapons, and engaged in close combat in the mud and water.
In his struggle, an old soldier touched a piece of gravel. Rainwater stung his eyes, but he kept them wide open, trying to see the enemy clearly before smashing his opponent's Adam's apple.
At four o'clock in the morning, only one-fifth of the soldiers remained on the main peak of Wushan Mountain, where they planted the tattered red flag.
The trenches were littered with the corpses of Vietnamese soldiers, and rainwater washed away the congealed blood plasma, forming dark red streams.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"
The rainstorm stopped, and radio communication was restored.
The deputy battalion commander reported to the command post via radio, "Wushan has been captured... Requesting medical team assistance."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the radio, then a reply came: "Received."
I just couldn't bring myself to say "Thank you for your hard work."
When the deputy battalion commander connected via radio, he immediately identified himself. Upon learning that the other end wasn't the battalion commander, the communications team knew that the battalion commander was likely...
While waiting for the medical team, the survivors sat in the shell craters, no one cheered, they just mechanically wiped their weapons.
The recruit who had miraculously survived looked at his trembling hands and found fragments of enemy flesh embedded in his fingernails. He felt like vomiting, but his stomach was empty.
In the distance, their battalion commander and comrades were still lying on the ground, their eyes tightly closed.
The soldiers began to sob, and the new recruits looked dazed.
It turns out that... on the battlefield, the taste of victory, like that of corpses, is moldy from being soaked in rainwater.
After capturing Wushan, it was undoubtedly a good start. The Black Panther Commando pushed forward and took Heimahe in three hours. However, the situation on the eastern front was not optimistic. JD was active and frequently harassed the rear.
"Boss, the higher-ups said to destroy the codebook at all costs within three days." Guan Shan handed the telegram to Lin Xiaoxiao with a solemn expression.
After reading it, Lin Xiaoxiao's voice was somewhat cold, "The military really needs to investigate how that part of the password was lost."
Guan Shan hesitated for a moment, then said, "The mole has been found, but some of the passwords have still been leaked."
Changing a password takes at least four or five days.
The situation on the Eastern Front is critical, and we can't wait that long.
"How is Ke Run doing?" Lin Xiaoxiao nodded and asked.
"It's still in the planning stages. He said the person in charge of the listening station is a white man who looks like an advisor from country E."
Lin Xiaoxiao sneered, "No wonder."
Chu Wuyan walked out of the abandoned church. "Chen Wenxiao is awake."
Lin Xiaoxiao raised her eyes, a glint of light in them, "Let's go, let's go meet him."
When Chen Wenxiao woke up, he found himself lying on the floor of an abandoned church. The glaring sunlight illuminated the remaining fragments of the Bible on the stained glass window. How did he end up here?
He shook his head, still remembering that Ruan Xiong had sent people to assassinate him last night, but someone had saved him.
Before he could even see the face of the person who saved him, he was knocked unconscious with a karate chop.
Chen Wenxiao's mind worked calmly.
There was something fishy about last night's assassination attempt. Even if the execution order was really issued, Ruan Xiong would only do it openly and honestly, which would also serve as a warning to others.
He sneered inwardly at the thought of yesterday's assassination attempt combined with the way he was rescued.
The clumsy methods of the Chinese.
"Oh, you're awake?" A pleasant voice rang out, accompanied by footsteps.
Chen Wenxiao looked up, his pupils contracting sharply in disbelief, "How could it be you?"
The girl he rescued from Battalion Commander Gao on a whim.
Lin Xiaoxiao smiled. "It's me. Lieutenant Chen must have suspected my identity long ago, so why pretend?"
Chen Wenxiao suppressed his shock, turned his head, feeling a slight pain in the back of his neck; they had really hit him hard. "Speak," he said, "what do you want to do?"
"It's so comfortable talking to smart people." Lin Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow and waved behind her.
Chu Wuyan stepped forward and unfolded what he was holding.
This is an execution order, bearing the red seal of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Vietnam and Nguyen Hung's handwritten signature.
Chen Wenxiao felt a chill run down his spine.
He thought the execution order was fake, and the assassination attempt was fake, but it turned out they were all real. Ruan Xiong...
"I will not betray my country, so give up on that idea." He knew what Lin Xiaoxiao meant; she simply wanted to turn him to the enemy so that he could obtain the Vietnamese army's top-secret intelligence.
Chen Wenxiao was heartbroken, but he couldn't bring himself to betray his country.
He was afraid that after he died, people would talk behind his back.
"The country?" Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to find it amusing. "Comrade Chen was born in Yue, so he's forgotten his own ancestors?"
Chen Wenxiao's expression changed drastically. "What do you know?"
Lin Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Chen Wenxiao, thirty-two years old, ancestral home in Guangdong Province..."
They even found out everything about his ancestors for eighteen generations.
Chen Wenxiao's parents were both from Guangdong Province. They fled to the State of Yue during the war. Chen Wenxiao was born in the State of Yue. His parents once told him that they were both Chinese, but having grown up in the State of Yue and been influenced by Yue culture, he considered himself a Yue person at heart.
He joined the Vietnamese army after growing up and served the Vietnamese people.
"So what? I haven't eaten a single grain of rice from China." Chen Wenxiao turned his head, his tone stubborn.
Lin Xiaoxiao had no patience to argue with him about bloodline inheritance. She tossed him a Chinese border pass and said, "Give me the list, do one thing as I say, and I'll send you to Guangdong Province in three days. New name, new identity."
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