Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Chapter 338 Brutal Close Combat!

...The enemy's counterattack was repelled once again.

A brief moment of peace returned to the position. The squad members and the soldiers of the third platoon checked their ammunition, preparing for the enemy's next counterattack.

By now, dawn was breaking outside, and the rain had stopped. Throughout the night, the enemy had launched no fewer than seven or eight counterattacks—they'd lost count. Even Zhang Haiyang, who had been so excited and boisterous earlier, was now somewhat deflated, or perhaps numb. They hadn't expected the enemy to value these three high points so much; judging by their posture, they were determined to retake them at all costs. Fortunately, after a night of fierce defense, all three positions were still in their hands.

Zhong Yuemin said:

"Hurry up and take a break. It's getting light now. Many of the bunkers and pillboxes on the position have been damaged to varying degrees. The situation is in the enemy's favor. We can only hold our ground and wait for reinforcements to arrive."

Three rows of long roads:

"Our current reserves of firearms and ammunition are running low, and we can't withstand one or two counterattacks from the enemy. If reinforcements don't arrive soon, we're in danger."

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, it should be soon..."

Zhong Yuemin could only comfort everyone in this way. In fact, he was not confident either. These three high grounds had been captured after so many comrades had sacrificed their lives. How could they just retreat? Even if they fought to the last man, they absolutely could not run away.

The words had barely left his mouth when a series of "whoosh, whoosh..." sounded overhead.

The sharp whistling of shells shattered the brief silence.

"Bombard! Take cover!"

Zhong Yuemin immediately stood up and roared, "Quickly find cover!"

The group quickly crawled into the dilapidated bunker.

boom! boom! boom!

The earth shook and the mountains trembled.

Soil, gravel, and broken trees were thrown into the air by the violent shockwaves of the shells, and then crashed down.

The entire hill seemed to tremble as scorching steel and blazing flames assaulted it, thick smoke billowing out. This round of shelling lasted for more than ten minutes, longer and more intense than any before.

This seems to be an indication that the enemy is going to make a final, desperate stand against them!

really!

As soon as the artillery fire stopped, bursts of gunfire and shouts erupted from the foot of the mountain.

"They're up here! Prepare for battle!"

Zhong Yuemin lay prone by the trench, shook the dust off his head, picked up his rifle, and rushed to the edge of the trench. His eyes were unusually cold and serious, more so than ever before.

Looking down at the dark mass of enemy soldiers, they surged toward the high ground like ants.

Not only him, but also Man Tun, Ning Wei, Zhang Haiyang, the third platoon leader... all had the same solemn expression.

"Beat them! Beat them to death!"

The machine guns mounted on the high ground roared once more.

"Da da da……"

Bullets swept towards the enemy like scythes, and the first few enemy soldiers fell like felled straws.

Ning Wei calmly held the AK47 rifle and fired precise bursts, almost every shot hitting the flesh. He knew that ammunition was running low and he had to conserve it. Otherwise, if he ran out of ammunition, facing the dense and surging enemy below, no matter how outstanding his physical fitness was, he was still just flesh and blood and would not be able to dodge the high-speed and scorching bullets.

Zhang Haiyang and Man Tun sprayed bullets with their submachine guns, blocking the enemy's path of attack.

As one wave of enemies fell, another surged forward, seemingly fearless. Everyone understood that the enemy was willing to sacrifice their lives to deplete their ammunition.

The battle has entered its most brutal phase of attrition.

Ammunition is running out rapidly.

"Yuemin, I'm out of bullets!"

Mantun emptied a drum and shouted anxiously.

"use this!"

Zhong Yuemin threw his two magazines over and picked up his fallen comrade's rifle and ammunition belt from the ground.

There were very few grenades left.

"Save your grenades! Wait until you're close before throwing them!"

Zhang Haiyang's voice was already hoarse.

The enemy charged close to the position once again, and their ferocious faces could even be seen under their helmets.

"Damn it, let's go for it!"

Zhong Yuemin roared, fixed his bayonet, and was the first to leap out of the trench.

"You sons of bitches, I'm not afraid of you bastards!"

Ning Wei followed closely behind, showing no fear on his face, but rather an unusual calm and composure. At this moment, he was like a real tiger, his bayonet ruthless and precise. The growth of a king of soldiers requires the blood of the enemy to be forged.

Zhang Haiyang and Man Tun roared and charged forward with their guns.

Hand-to-hand combat!

Brutal melee combat with cold weapons unfolded on the muddy battlefield.

Shouts, the clanging of metal, the sound of blades piercing flesh, and the screams of the dying were all mixed together.