"Enter the position! Prepare for battle!"
Jiang Feng's roar drowned out the initial gunfire.
The first wave of 1515 Ard infantry launched a charge under the cover of pickup truck fire.
They were equally frenzied, equally reckless.
"Fire!"
With Jiang Feng's order, all weapons capable of shooting in the town opened fire simultaneously.
Rifles, machine guns, RPGs…
Wove into a sparse yet deadly fire net, crashing fiercely into the charging crowd.
The terrorists at the forefront fell like wheat being harvested, but those behind imdiately stepped over their comrades' bodies and continued forward.
Bullets clanged against the body of the pickup truck, sparks flying.
A pickup truck attempted to forcibly charge through the dry riverbed and directly into the town.
"RPG!"
Samir shouted, his eyes bloodshot.
A militiaman with an R-7 rocket launcher suddenly stood up from behind a low wall, aid, and fired!
Whoosh—
Boom!
The rocket hit the side of the pickup but did not completely destroy it.
The pickup tilted to a stop, and the machine gunner on the truck, though severely shaken, continued to operate the heavy machine gun, wildly firing toward the direction of the rocket shooter.
"Ratatatatat—"
The low wall was instantly obliterated by bullets, and the militiaman couldn't even scream before his upper body was almost torn apart.
"Bastards!"
Jiang Feng aid the PKM's muzzle, and a precise long burst turned the machine gunner into a sieve.
But soon more pickups and infantry surged up.
The battle had entered a fever pitch right from the start, with no chance for buffering or gradual escalation.
One side fought desperately to kill, while the other fought desperately to avoid annihilation, diving all in with no hesitation.
Every house on the edge of the town, every crumbling wall, was fiercely contested. The local residents who could hide in cellars did so, and those who couldn't hid deep inside their hos, fearing they would beco collateral damage.
So 1515 Ard mbers had already penetrated so of the outlying buildings and were engaged in close combat with the militian defending there.
Grenades exploded in tight spaces, deafening; the muzzle flashes from automatic weapons flickered uncertainly against the darkening sky; the shouts, screams, and dying moans of soldiers on both sides lded into a symphony of death.
1515's forces had a definite advantage, and they seed completely indifferent to casualties.
After one wave was repelled, in less than ten minutes, more soldiers, supported by pickups and outdated BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles, launched a new attack.
Jiang Feng and Samir had beco firefighters, rushing to wherever the defense line was in danger.
Jiang Feng's PKM barrel was red-hot from firing, forcing him to switch to a backup barrel, and his arm was numb from prolonged shooting, his uniform stained with blood—whether his own or the enemy's, he could not tell.
Samir's voice was completely hoarse, and he could only rely on gestures and shoves to command.
The militian's casualties were mounting rapidly.
The frontline was breached multiple tis, but again and again it was pushed back through sheer determination and physical bodies, using bayonets, entrenching tools, or even fists.
In the narrow streets and courtyards inside the town, layers of corpses piled up, and the flowing blood made the ground a muddy ss.
Ti seed to congeal in this utterly brutal slaughter, yet also flew by at an incredible speed.
Three hours had passed.
The area controlled by the Liberation Forces had been compressed to less than a five-hundred-ter radius around the town center.
Fewer than five thousand combatants remained, and in three hours, over a thousand had been lost.
Jiang Feng leaned against a half-collapsed wall, gasping for air, pressing the last bullets into an empty ammo belt.
A piece of shrapnel had cut a gash on his face, and blood sared across half of it, but he was completely oblivious.
Samir staggered over, collapsing next to him, gasping, "Jiang... can't hold it... need to hold for eight hours... too long..."
Jiang Feng raised his head, looking southward—it was the direction of Bayji, where Song Heping might co from.
In the distance, there were only the sounds of enemy gunfire and shouting.
"He will co."
Jiang Feng's voice carried an undeniable conviction, "My old platoon leader has never broken a promise."
He stood up abruptly, slung the reloaded PKM over his shoulder, and shouted to the soldiers around him, whose eyes were glazed with fatigue:
"Brothers! Now, every one we kill is a gain! For the brothers who have died and for ourselves who still breathe—"
He pulled the charging handle, and the sound of a bullet being chambered was crystal clear in the brief lull in the battle.
"Fight to the end!"
"Fight to the end!"
The militian's spirits reignited, and they responded with hoarse cries.
Just then, a series of dull, continuous explosions rang out from outside the town!
Shortly after, several faint white trails streaked across the sky, landing precisely in the area where the 1515 Ard had gathered outside the town!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Huge fireballs soared into the sky!
It was tank artillery!
And multiple rocket launchers!
Hearing the explosions, Jiang Feng and Samir's heads jerked upward, the light of disbelief bursting into their hopeless eyes!
From the radio ca the voice they had been longing to hear:
"01 calling Jiang Feng! We're here! Hold on, we're opening a path from the west! Prepare to support the breakout! Repeat, prepare to support the breakout!"
Song Heping!
Has arrived!
A thunderous cheer erupted within Kiri Town!
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