OBS Chapter 340 Reunion!
Chapter 340 Reunion!
Besieged on both sides, the enemy forces were no longer able to capture the high ground and scattered in panic, fleeing in all directions below the hill.
Zhong Yuemin and his men, who were holding the high ground, were no longer able to give chase.
Zhang Haiyang plopped down in the mud, panting heavily, but a relieved smile on his face.
The smile was anything but beautiful; his mouth was covered in blood, even his teeth were stained red.
A hideous face!
Ning Wei still gripped his gun tightly, watching the foot of the mountain warily, but his tense shoulders visibly relaxed.
Of the team members on the high ground, only a handful, including Zhong Yuemin and Ning Wei, were uninjured.
There was no joy.
The shouts of battle and the sounds of explosions ceased.
The highlands were equally deathly silent, save for the occasional crackling of burning tree trunks. The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood and gunpowder.
It ruthlessly depicted the cruelty and coldness of the previous battle, weighing heavily on everyone's chest.
Zhong Yuemin slung his rifle over his shoulder, looked around, and saw that the scorched earth was stained dark brown with blood. The bodies of his fallen comrades lay there quietly, maintaining their final fighting postures.
Their eyes were already red. Just minutes ago, they were laughing and talking in front of them; in the blink of an eye, they were separated by death. They were both so young.
His face was so young!
Man Tun leaned against the edge of a shell crater, breathing heavily. Blood was still seeping from the haphazardly bandaged wound on his back, staining a large area of his general's uniform red.
Ning Wei tore off a piece of underwear fabric and helped re-tie it. "Master, are you alright?"
Mantun shook his head. "It's alright, I won't die, I can fight again!"
The relief of surviving the disaster was shattered by the enormous casualties and carnage.
"They've...they've all been lit up..."
A soldier in the third platoon muttered to himself, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
"The platoon leader... the platoon leader too..."
He choked up.
Zhong Yuemin didn't say anything, but walked over and patted him hard on the shoulder.
War is that cruel.
It doesn't care if you're a hero or a coward; it just devours life with steel and fire.
Down the mountain, reinforcements were clearing out the remaining enemy forces, their military green uniforms bustling about...
At this moment, several Type 59 medium tanks painted in camouflage roared onto the relatively flat area at the edge of the high ground, their tracks crushing the broken fortifications and scattered weapons and equipment, carrying an overwhelming steely momentum.
The hatch of the lead tank was pushed open with a "bang," and a tank crewman, whose face was also covered in dust but whose figure was upright, jumped out nimbly.
Holding a Type 56 submachine gun in both hands, his sharp, wary eyes scanned the horrific battlefield before him.
When their gaze fell upon the few remaining ragged scouts standing on the high ground above, the figures looked somewhat familiar. They paused for a moment, then quickly walked over.
"Yuemin?! Haiyang?! Is that you?!"
Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Haiyang, and the others on the high ground heard the all-too-familiar voice and suddenly raised their heads to look in the direction of the sound.
"Yuan Jun?!"
Zhang Haiyang also struggled to his feet, his voice filled with surprise.
Although I had previously encountered Duan Tiezhu, who was from the same tank regiment as Yuan Jun, in a village outside Liugu, and knew that Yuan Jun's tank regiment had also participated in the counterattack on the western front, the entire western front force of over 100,000 men was scattered in various places, such as Laojie, Mengkang, and Basa, so the chances of running into each other were very low. I never expected to actually run into them here.
Yuan Jun strode up to them in a few steps, his gaze quickly sweeping over Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Haiyang, Man Tun, Ning Wei, and the others, taking in their blood-soaked, battered, and disheveled appearance.
Especially seeing the lingering murderous intent and deep-seated weariness on the faces of familiar friends,
Surprise, shock, and even a slight lack of recognition
His impression of Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Haiyang, and others was still that of the playboys in the past when they were in Beijing, joking around, fighting, and teasing women. Now, they are all valiant soldiers protecting their country.
His eyes were a little red, and he suddenly opened his arms and hugged Zhong Yuemin tightly, then hugged Zhang Haiyang tightly...
He then punched Zhang Haiyang in the chest.
"Holy shit! It really is you guys!"
Zhang Haiyang grimaced in pain.
"You better watch yourself, I'm covered in injuries right now!"
If you manage to survive on the battlefield and then get knocked out by one punch, that would be a truly unjust death.
"I just heard from the brothers who retreated that a reconnaissance detachment held off the enemy's frenzied counterattacks on this hill for a whole day and night."
It almost turned out too bright!
My heart skipped a beat. I thought, "Could it be you guys? Who the hell is so inhuman with that kind of fighting ability? I never expected it to be you guys!"
Yuan Jun's voice trembled slightly with excitement as he pounded his fists on Zhong Yuemin and Ning Wei's chests.
The force wasn't strong; I held back!
"Battalion Commander Yuan."
Zhong Yuemin tried to force a smile, but his facial muscles felt stiff.
"I didn't expect it would be you who came to rescue us."