webnovelfull Chapter 979 The mission was successfully completed
Chapter 979 The mission was successfully completed
In the snow, An Jing San Xiu clung to the cold stone and carefully poked out half of his head. His eyes were as sharp as a torch, trying to find a ray of hope in the flying snow. However, at this critical moment, a sudden bullet hit the stone in front of him, sparks flew, and gravel flew. The bullet whizzed past An Jing San Xiu's head, leaving a shocking blood mark, which made him instantly lose his soul and his face became paler than the snow.
"Damn it!" An Jing San Xiu cursed in his heart, knowing that his current situation was extremely precarious. The enemy's large army had surrounded them like an iron barrel, and the royal guards, who numbered only 200, had lost more than half of their number, and their morale was low, with heavy casualties.
Prince Renyu, who was hiding behind Anjing Sanxiu, looked pale, but his eyes revealed an extraordinary calmness. He held the dagger tightly in his hand and looked forward firmly, as if telling himself that no matter life or death, he must maintain the dignity and honor of the royal family.
"Captain Yasui, we must fight back!" Prince Renyu whispered.
Upon hearing this, An Jing San Xiu gritted his teeth, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
He knew very well that there was no way of retreat at this moment, and only by fighting to the death could he buy a chance of survival for the prince.
"Prepare to fight back!" Yasui Sanxiu shouted loudly, his voice was particularly loud in the wind and snow. Following his order, a large number of guards carefully poked their heads out from behind several large rocks, the Zhongzheng rifles in their hands flashing coldly in the wind and snow, like a group of beasts ready to pounce on their prey.
At the same time, on the Chinese side, several platoon leaders were constantly issuing orders via radio. They took advantage of the terrain to suppress the enemy with firepower, further squeezing the living space of the royal guards. Dense bullets poured down like raindrops, forcing the royal guards to retreat step by step.
"Platoon 1, keep suppressing their fire. Don't give them a chance to raise their heads!" a platoon leader shouted.
"Second Platoon, make a detour from the side and cut off their retreat!" Another platoon leader immediately gave the order.
Under the careful command of the platoon leaders, the Chinese army's firepower network was like an invisible giant net, trapping the royal guards firmly in it. Five minutes seemed like a long torture for everyone on the battlefield. During these five minutes, gunshots, explosions, and wailing came one after another, interweaving into a tragic picture.
Finally, after five minutes of fierce fighting, more than half of the remaining royal guards fell again.
Their bodies fell stiffly in the wind and snow, and their blood dyed the snow red, adding a touch of tragic color to the battlefield.
Deputy Battalion Commander He Chong stood on a high ground, closely watching every detail on the battlefield through a telescope.
After confirming that the target person, Prince Renyu, was hiding in the rock in the north direction, he decisively gave the order again.
"Platoon leader, the target has been confirmed. It is behind a rock in the north direction. You can use mortars to clear out the enemies behind other bunkers and create conditions for the final assault."
Upon hearing this, the platoon leader immediately responded, "Understood, deputy battalion commander! First platoon, get ready, mortar team, target the enemies behind other bunkers, and provide long-range fire coverage!"
Following the order of the platoon leader, six 82MM mortars were lined up in the snow, and the gunners quickly adjusted the angle and direction of the muzzles.
"Fire!" the platoon leader shouted.
Following his order, six mortars opened fire at the same time, and the shells whistled through the wind and snow, rushing towards the target like angry fire dragons.
They drew graceful arcs in the air and then slammed heavily behind several large rock shelters.
Suddenly, people and horses fell to the ground, blood rained everywhere. Those members of the royal guard hiding behind the bunkers were instantly blown to pieces by the sudden artillery fire.
"Keep shooting, don't stop!" the platoon leader gave the order again.
The members of the mortar team loaded new shells without any hesitation and opened fire again.
Round after round of artillery fire raged on the battlefield, tearing the royal guard's defense line into pieces.
"Second row, third row, prepare to attack!" He Chong gave the order again.
Following his order, the soldiers of the second and third platoons quickly rushed out of the bunkers, holding rifles and submachine guns, and pounced on the defense line of the Royal Guard like a tiger descending from a mountain. Their movements were swift and powerful, as if they wanted to pour all their anger and strength on this battlefield.
Under the cover of artillery fire, the soldiers quickly approached the defense line of the royal guard. They used the terrain and bunkers to continuously attack the enemy. The sound of gunfire, explosions, and wailing intertwined to form a tragic picture.
"Pay attention to fire suppression and don't give them the chance to counterattack!" He Chong kept giving orders to the soldiers via the radio.
Under his careful command, the soldiers gradually gained the upper hand. They continuously attacked the Royal Guard's defense line, pushing the enemy into a desperate situation step by step. Finally, after a fierce battle, the Royal Guard's defense line was completely defeated.
Five minutes seemed like an endless torture for An Jing Sanxiu on the battlefield. The guards around him fell one after another. Now, except for Prince Renyu who was hiding behind him, there were only three guards who could barely stand up. Their eyes were full of despair and fear, and their weapons were out of ammunition and food.
"I don't want to die... I'd better surrender!" A guard's spirit finally collapsed. He shouted loudly, his voice full of helplessness and despair.
Upon hearing this, Yasui Sanxiu cursed "waste" with coldness and determination flashing in his eyes.
He pulled out his pistol without hesitation, pointed it at the guard who had already lost his will to fight, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The gunshot rang out, and the guard's body fell weakly on the snow, blood gushing out, extremely dazzling in the white snow.
"Whoever dares to surrender again will suffer this fate!" An Jing Sanxiu yelled hysterically, his voice echoing in the wind and snow, like the final roar of a beast trapped in despair.
However, fate did not seem to favor them. At this moment, a large number of soldiers surrounded them like a tide. Their figures were looming in the wind and snow, but the weapons in their hands were wielded mercilessly like the scythe of the god of death.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The bullet instantly pierced through An Jing Sanxiu's calf. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground involuntarily. However, he did not give up resistance, but pressed Prince Renyu under him tightly and used his body to block the bullet for the prince.
"Damn Chinese! I'm going to fight you!" Yasui Sanxiu widened his eyes, stared at the enemy rushing towards him, drew out his samurai sword, and swung it at the enemy.