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Chapter 159: The Survival of the Position

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“01,01, call 01!”

"I'm 01, I'm 01, report on your department's situation!"

"Request for artillery fire support, the enemy has launched an attack on us. The coordinates of the enemy artillery positions xxxxxx, xxxxxxx, request bombing!"

"01 Understand, 01 Understand, please pay attention to the point of bounce, please pay attention to the point of bounce, and report any situation at any time!"

The formation of the Vietnamese army was dispersed, and the dense artillery fire of the xx division severely damaged the reinforcements. However, it was only delayed for less than an hour of action by the Vietnamese army. The Vietnamese army launched a storm of fierce attacks on the nameless highlands again.

The Vietnamese army's artillery fire rushed from behind the mountains in the distance. The severely damaged Vietnamese army seemed to be completely crazy. The artillery fire had never been so dense. The sky-surged air waves completely covered the entire nameless highland. Layers of loess were stirred up by violent explosions, giving people the feeling that the nameless highland was cut off a layer under the rampage of mad artillery fire, and there were smoke and open flames everywhere. The high temperature generated by the explosion seemed to be ignited.

Faced with such fierce artillery fire from the Vietnamese army, Wen Feng knew deeply that this wave of enemy attacks was the real test a row had to face.

However, he knew that under the cover of artillery fire, the Vietnamese troops below were climbing towards the nameless high ground, but the soldiers could not rush out to stop the enemy's attack. He stood in front of a bunker on the top of the peak regardless of the danger, almost listening to the sound to distinguish the enemy's artillery fire launching point, and then asked the regiment chief of staff Liu Jian again for artillery support.

"Coordinates xxxx, xxxxx, request to block the enemy fire!"

"Coordinates xxxxxx, xxxxx, artillery fire cover. When the Vietnamese army was using artillery fire to cover me, they asked the artillery brother to attack them!"

There are only more than 30 people. If you want to defend such a large position, you can imagine the difficulties a row will face. Wen Feng is really anxious. At this time, he no longer cares about how he can return to the future if he died in the battlefield. He just wants to think about how cruel it would be if the soldiers were still alive on the position were covered by the loess here.

"01 Understand, 01 Understand, artillery fire interception will be carried out immediately!"

The phone was filled with the sound of artillery fire. Wen Feng's throat was already hoarse after a long call. What kind of situation was the row facing? Only the sound of artillery fire from the phone could be recognized. At this time, Liu Jian quickly sent the coordinates from Wen Feng to the artillery units in the regiment and division, but he couldn't help but sweat for Wen Feng.

"Wenfeng, I am Gao Xiaodong! Please report the situation of the position!"

The battle in the nameless highland was so fierce that it was outrageous. Once Wen Feng's phone was turned on, the continuous sound of artillery fire made these veterans who had been fighting for many years fully hear that this was definitely not a small army attacking the nameless highland. It was less than an hour since the division artillery fire even hindered the Vietnamese army's formation in front of the formation, but the attack still came so fast and so resolute?

"Report to the regiment commander, the enemy has about reassembled the forces of two battalions and divided them into five columns, trying to carry out wheel battles on our positions in waves. The enemy's artillery fire is too dense, and our troops cannot rush to the position to defend, so they can only let the enemy rush to thirty meters before defending!"

Wen Feng was anxious. Although there were still a lot of machine guns left in the row and ammunition was sufficient because of the enemy's repeated "friendly transportation", there were too few people who could fight. Who would have thought that the enemy would be so crazy? At this time, there were more than five hours before Tianming. Most of the Sixth Company said that it would be possible to arrive in an hour. Whether the row could support it until that time, Wen Feng felt unsure at this time.

"There is more than half of the loss in the first row now, and there are thirty-four comrades who can fight, but the positions are too wide and we have too few people. We need reinforcements and reinforcements!

At this time, Wen Feng wanted most people, who could fight with guns. Even if there was one more gun at this time, there would be an additional firepower point to share the pressure on the soldiers of the entire platoon. He only hoped that Jiang Haipeng could fly from the world with most of the Sixth Company.

"Wenfeng, you must hold on. Jiang Haipeng, the CEO of the Sixth Company, had just spoken to me. They will arrive at the nameless highland in an hour. The first battalion also promised me that there would be no accident at 6 a.m. Persistence is victory! The motherland is watching you! Support you!"

Listening to the hoarse shouts from Wen Feng's throat, as a veteran Gao Xiaodong, the first consciousness of the cannon sound heard from the telephone, was at least an artillery battalion.

When he first heard Wen Feng's report, Gao Xiaodong had not thought about what kind of enemy the first platoon was facing. Even when he saw Wen Feng repelling the enemy's attacks many times, he thought that the first platoon had two battalions of troops, but when he heard the artillery fire again, this idea was completely gone. As a veteran soldier who had been in the battlefield, it was almost a fixed pattern for how many artillery troops would the Vietnamese army cooperate with the infantry attack, so there was no need to doubt the situation of Wen Feng's report now.

With such artillery fire against a platoon of only more than 30 people, Gao Xiaodong finally understood how big the problem Wen Feng actually faced under his seemingly relaxed defense. One row can support it until now is enough to prove that it is a miracle. Under the leadership of Wen Feng, the first row created an impossible combat mission again.

"For an hour, I just need to hold on for an hour, can Wenfeng do it?"

Gao Xiaodong felt very upset. Once he focused on this nameless high ground, the original 316a Division was actually just a stone's throw away. In addition, the commander of the 316a Division Ruan Shaoxiong was killed by a row, how crazy the Vietnamese army would become, everyone can imagine that a platoon actually resisted the six consecutive attacks of the second battalion of the Vietnamese army. Now he has to continue defending in one row. Isn't it too much?

"Okay, Commander, I will stick to the end, even if it's two or three hours, as long as I'm still on the position and as long as I can still talk to you, it means that the position is still ours!"

Wen Feng had already lost his life at this time. He shouted to the telephone: "Give us the most violent artillery fire, and make this place a cemetery for the enemy. If we can achieve the final victory, please thank me to the artillery brothers. Without them, we would never be able to persevere now..."

"Report to the platoon leader, our artillery fire blocked the enemy's upper peak road and blocked the enemy's front line. The enemy's artillery fire has become thinner and may be threatened by our artillery fire, so we dare not bomb our position again..."

It was also at this moment that a soldier ran to the telephone panting, and Li Fei's voice vaguely sounded in Wen Feng's ears, but when he finished speaking the two good news, he said sadly:

"But... the comrades from the second squad cannot contact us. Just now, some soldiers saw that their bunker seemed to be blown up by three enemy bombs. The enemy's artillery fire was too fierce, and we could not rush over to rescue. We don't know the situation yet!"

"ah!"

Wen Feng was shocked when he heard this news. In desperation, he shouted loudly to the regiment commander Gao Xiaodong and said, "Captain, thank you for the artillery brother, I..."

"Li Fei, go to the bunker behind me to see if there are any brothers who can go to the battlefield. As long as they can stand up and pick up guns, let them all come up, and we will live and die together with the nameless highland!"

"yes!"

Hearing Wen Feng's roar from the phone, and he obviously put down the phone and rushed out with Li Fei at all costs. Although the artillery fire on the nameless high ground was much thinner, everyone knew that the difficulty was just the beginning. The row below was facing the Vietnamese troops who were attacking immediately. When he thought of this, xx fingers became dead silent. Gao Xiaodong even put the phone in front of his chest and was unwilling to put it down. He really didn't know if he could hear Wen Feng's hoarse report in another hour.

Damn it! An indescribable pain and depression appeared in Gao Xiaodong's heart. Now he felt that this moving voice was ten thousand times better than those singers and singers...
Chapter completed!
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