OBS Chapter 355 Defeat!
Chapter 355 Defeat!
Almost as soon as Haiyang finished speaking, Zhong Yuemin also keenly noticed the slightly swaying branch and immediately gestured to the team members behind him. The group quickly spread out in a fan shape and silently surrounded the branch.
"boom!"
A sudden burst of gunfire rang out, coming from behind the bushes ahead; clearly, the enemy had also spotted them.
They fired first!
However, the gunfire sounded slightly chaotic, as it had gone too far off course. The bullets struck a tree trunk not far in front of them, sending up a cloud of sawdust.
"sucker Punch!"
Zhang Haiyang snorted coldly, held the gun with his uninjured right hand, and returned fire with a precise burst.
A muffled groan came from behind the bushes, followed by the sound of a weapon hitting the ground.
Ning Wei charged forward like a tiger released from its cage, using the muzzle of his gun to push aside the bushes.
A ragged enemy soldier, his face covered in soot, slumped to the ground. He had been shot in the chest, blood gushing from his wound. His eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and he was unconsciously muttering something in Vietnamese. His pupils dilated, and soon he was lifeless.
Judging from his rank, he seemed to be just an ordinary soldier.
"Search him to see if there's any useful information."
Zhong Yuemin coldly gave the order; along the way, they had experienced numerous conflicts and battles, large and small.
The most common thing I've seen is dead people!
Both comrades and enemy soldiers have become somewhat numb at this point.
Ning Wei quickly searched the area, but found nothing except a few bullets and an empty water bottle.
Just as they were about to leave, a series of more hurried and chaotic footsteps and a sobbing shout in Vietnamese came from the depression to their side.
"...We can't hold on any longer! It's all over! We can't contact the division headquarters...What do we do..." (Vietnamese)
Zhong Yuemin's eyes sharpened, and he made a gesture to advance stealthily. The small team immediately used the terrain to silently sneak to the edge of the depression and looked down.
In the hollow, there were about seven or eight enemy soldiers, stripped of their armor and weapons. One of them was wearing an officer's uniform, and his collar insignia indicated that he was a lieutenant.
He was clutching a walkie-talkie, screaming in vain, his face covered in a mixture of mud, sweat, and clear tear tracks, his expression one of near collapse.
"...Report! This is Lieutenant Nguyen Van Hung, 1st Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 345th Division! We are under heavy artillery fire! We have lost our position! Casualties are too high! Requesting instructions! Requesting permission to retreat!...Hello? Hello! Division Headquarters! Answer me!"
There was only static noise from the walkie-talkie; there was no response.
A young soldier nearby was curled up on the ground, holding his head, and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Gone... all gone... Ah Yong and the others..."
Another older veteran, his eyes vacant, muttered to himself:
"Even the 316A Division couldn't hold them off... Our 345th Division... Commander Mei Ronglan can't save us..."
"Shut up!"
The lieutenant abruptly threw down the walkie-talkie and roared hysterically, but then he collapsed, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders convulsing violently.
"It's over...it's all over...the enemy was too strong...the defenses have collapsed...it's out of control..."
Zhong Yuemin coldly observed this desperate scene in the depression and whispered to Qin Guanshan beside him:
"Old Qin, what did they say?"
Qin Guanshan translated in a low voice. After listening, Zhong Yuemin muttered to himself.
"Mei Ronglan? 345th Division?"
It seems that while the tough nut of the 316A Division was being broken, the Vietnamese 345th Division, which was responsible for the coordinated defense, suffered a devastating blow and was crying to its superiors that "the situation is out of control."
"Leap People?"
Zhang Haiyang asked with his eyes whether he should take action.
Zhong Yuemin pondered for a moment, listening to the static noise from the enemy's walkie-talkie, and then he had an idea…