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"Regiment... The commander of the regiment, the first platoon of the sixth company, they faced a series of attacks from two enemy companies. The platoon lost most of the people, and less than twenty people were left to fight. The platoon leader was injured, the platoon of the second platoon suffered half of the losses, and the platoon of the third platoon was only seven. Now it is the main force of the platoon! I am worried... I am afraid that the platoon will not be able to defend the position!"

"No, I believe they will be able to defend their positions. The enemy's two battalions have not defeated Wen Feng, and the two companies will definitely not be able to do anything to them. Notify the division's artillery troops to concentrate all powerful artillery and fully support the first row!"

"yes……"

"Captain, report on writing style!"

"explain!"

"One...a row was attacked by Vietnamese artillery, and the entire second squad bunker collapsed. I don't know how to live or die. The enemy took the opportunity to launch the fourth wave of attack..."

"This is the first time a row of Vietnam has faced!"

"I...I can't remember it. It seems that the enemy's attack has not stopped. It seems that it has attacked thirteen or fourteen times in a row..."

"Do you think a row can still hold the position?"

"I...I don't...I don't know..."

"Report to the regiment commander, literary style report, one row of comrades repelled the attacks of the Vietnamese army, and there were less than ten comrades who could fight. He asked us to help thank the brothers of the artillery unit. Without their help, he said he could not defend the position..."

"He has held the position, right? But... but they are less than ten people?"

"It's... ten people!"

"Report, Wen Feng said that the platoon had reached its last moment. All the wounded soldiers in the platoon moved, and there were still nineteen people who could fight. Now they are all guarding the top and are determined to fight the final battle with the enemy!"

"The wounded... have all the injured? Can you leave some seeds for a row?"

"Regiment...Captain, the nameless highland is too far away from us to be able to accommodate the wounded..."

"Where is Jiang Haipeng? Now the sixth company and one row have been on the nameless high ground for two and a half hours. Why haven't they rushed to the nameless high ground yet?! Why!!!"

"The Sixth Company reported an hour ago that they collided with a battalion on the 345th Division supporting the Waibo River bank. The Sixth Company did not dare to get involved in the battle and hurriedly sank into the forest to take a detour to reinforce. Now... they should still be on the road now!"

"On the road! On the road! They have said so many times. If they cannot support the nameless highland in time, I want Jiang Haipeng to take full responsibility for the sacrifice of the warriors on the highland. Fuck it..."

"Regiment... Commander, should we take precautions? Can the first battalion be mobilized slowly? If the row cannot defend the position, then the 316a Division will penetrate directly and we will not be able to deal with it..."

"Report, writing report!"

"Wen style, what is the situation? Can the position be defended? Can the soldiers still support it? How long can they last..."

This is the XX regiment command post. Since the first row of the Sixth Company went to the Nameless Highlands, the lights have been brightly lit in the regiment command post. A radio station in the regiment's finger has been specially tuned out. They are always listening to any movements coming from the Nameless Highlands. The cruel battle on the Nameless Highlands that have never stopped on the radio are the best proof.

A team of only 52 people could withstand the 316a Division, which might be a whole division, and persisted until now. At this time, not only alarmed Gao Xiaodong, but also alarmed the division's commanders. Even the deputy commander of the Western Front Command also issued instructions to fully support the first row of the Sixth Company.

But what made Gao Xiaodong feel extremely ashamed was that as a regiment commander, he could only watch the bravest soldiers under his command fighting alone on the front line, and even facing thousands of times the enemy, but could not give them any help. The support force led by Jiang Haipeng of Liulian was even more in contact with the troops on the 345th Division supporting the Waibo River bank, which caused him to fail to provide timely support, which made Gao Xiaodong curse himself.

But at this time, when he heard Wen Feng's voice again, Gao Xiaodong rushed over with a quick step. He was not as confident in Wen Feng's combat power as Liu Jian. From the moment he saw Wen Feng for the first time, he felt that Wen Feng was unusual and even had a strange trust in Wen Feng.

"Regiment...Captain, the enemy... is coming again!"

When they came up, the enemy came up again. The positions were full of gunfire and explosions everywhere. The entire nameless high ground was shaking in the war, as if it would fall over at any time. The commanders of the regiment command even felt that this time the Vietnamese attack was more rampant than any other time.

But at this time, the first row of the sixth company was still fighting. Wen Feng led the eighteen warriors who were left to fight to guard the top of the position. Facing the rushing enemies below, their movements had become extremely mechanical. Loading guns, aiming and shooting, biting the leads, and dropping the grenade to the place it wanted to go the most became the instinctive action of every warrior.

During the battle, Wen Feng's voice seemed a little weak in the deafening sound of gun bomb explosions, but it still came clearly.

"How are your casualties? Can you defend your position? Wenfeng, you have to hold on!"

Since the battle began, except for Wen Feng commanding the division artillery troops to bomb the enemy, Wen Feng has almost never made any requests with the regiment commander, but the 6th Company and the others knew that Gao Xiaodong and others knew that as Gao Xiaodong spoke, tears flashed out of his eyes.

"Captain, our row of comrades and I can fight has nineteen more people. There are at least one enemy lying down under this position. We have made a lot of money..."

It was at this moment that the laughter of literary style came from the phone. The laughter was a bit vicissitudes and sadness, but it also had indescribable pride, which moved people.

"I know, I know, your battle has never stopped. Your platoon is good. Your platoon has the most heroic soldiers of our xx regiment. You are the outstanding children of the motherland and the people. But... but the style of writing, you... you must support us. Our support... The support is coming soon, you must hold on..."

Who said that soldiers shed blood and did not shed tears? Who said that there was no tears in their eyes? That was because they did not reach the depths of their hearts. But now the extremely cruel battles of the sixth company made Gao Xiaodong cry.

Yes, most of the Sixth Company may arrive soon, and the First Battalion should have arrived at the nameless position in the morning, but is it still time now?

Since contacting the first row of the Sixth Company on the Nameless Highland, there have never been any gunfire that has disappeared. There are only more than fifty soldiers. What kind of fierce battle did they face in the Nameless Highland? Gao Xiaodong couldn't even bear to make any requests from Wen Feng.

"This time... this time it may be the last two waves of attacks from the enemy, but the enemy was crazy. They rushed up naked. They called the suicide squad to fight to the death with us. The first row... are fighting, we... are still fighting, kill one of them..."

The hoarse voice and breathing words were interrupted by the loud explosions and guns from time to time. This sound had almost become a never-ending note in the regiment command post. Whenever the regiment commander judged that Wen Feng and the others could not hold it, the sound miraculously appeared in his ears again. However, this time Gao Xiaodong obviously heard Wen Feng's tone was no longer so firm, and he also shook his confidence. What kind of difficulties did they face? Is this voice really going to disappear?

"Writing style, our good platoon leader, you have to persevere, you have to survive, we have prepared the most solemn celebration ceremony for you, you must persevere..."

Gao Xiaodong seemed to feel a kind of sadness in Wen Feng's voice. He subconsciously began to roar at Wen Feng, but the roar was so powerless, because Gao Xiaodong even heard gunshots from the radio station as if they were so close to each other. Has the Vietnamese suicide squad rushed to the top of the nameless highland? Gao Xiaodong really didn't want to believe this fact!

"Regiment...Captain, coordinates xxx...xxxx,xxxxxx! Fire at me! Please fire at the artillery brother, please fire at me. This is the position of our 6th Company's first row...Request to shoot..."

"No……"

Sure enough, Wen Feng raised the voice that all the commanders and soldiers were most afraid of hearing. Wen Feng was shouting and Wen Feng was calling. He asked for artillery fire again, but the target was the peak position of the nameless highland. What was he conscious of?

One row! Hold on! You can do it!

Don't fire the artillery, this is almost a cry that comes to mind every commander and fighter in the regiment command post...


Chapter completed!