Chapter 471: Chapter 471

The Federal soldiers here in Riutang Village had no idea what kind of army they were fighting against.

But on the other side, in Xinxing Village.

The elite reinforcement regiment of the Federation, the ’Arctic Bear Corps,’ deeply understood what kind of army it was.

Different from Riutang Village and Hagaru-ri.

The Volunteer Army switched to a strategy of defending by day and attacking by night.

As the focal point of concentrated firepower attacks, in Xinxing Village.

The fierce battles never ceased, whether it was day or night.

In the live broadcast room of anchor Zheng Chen.

After being stabbed, he didn’t die immediately but kept dragging his body downhill.

The surrounding Federal soldiers had already fled in defeat.

These Federal soldiers dreaded night battles and close-quarters combat the most.

Yet the Volunteer Army here showed no reason.

At night, these Federal soldiers dared not attack rashly, thinking they could use bombing to gain the high ground during the day, but the Volunteer Army fought with complete disregard for life.

No matter how much they bombed, they showed not a trace.

Once the Federation troops approached, the tanks got bombed when they came close, and soldiers engaged in bayonet fights at close range.

In this close proximity,

Federal aircraft and the howitzer battalions below the mountain were unable to provide support.

This do-or-die tactic directly crushed the first wave of the Federation’s organized attack, and yet there was no better way to solve this tactic.

The retreating Federal soldiers could only regroup their defenses.

Then call for aircraft to bomb the mountaintop, while the howitzer battalions below continue to shell the mountain.

Several tanks on the mountaintop were destroyed by the Volunteer Army, becoming burning steel barricades on the road.

In the end, anchor Zheng Chen did not make it downhill, succumbed to excessive blood loss on the way, with his final gaze upon the bombing aircraft whistling by overhead.

Waves of blasts echoed from the distant mountain top.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The screen plunged into darkness.

In another broadcast room of anchor Lv Hao.

Also in Xinxing Village here.

Not the same session as Zheng Chen, but the perspective was still Xinxing Village.

Only the direction of attack was different. Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵

Facing the Volunteer Army’s assault, they too were beyond their capabilities.

The more troubling matter was.

After several attacks were repelled, the Federation checked the numbers, discovering that from last night until today’s daybreak, nearly one-third of the soldiers were casualties.

Even worse, the reinforcements were intercepted 20 kilometers away.

There were also Volunteer Army units over there.

The interim commander, Lieutenant Colonel Feis, temporarily replacing the ’Arctic Bear Corps,’ quivered as he looked at the bodies carried back by the Federation soldiers:

"Bloody hell, where on earth did these guys crawl out from?!"

Lieutenant Colonel Feis knelt down, reaching for the clothes of those soldiers.

These weren’t even proper cotton clothes; there was barely any cotton inside, and most of their shoes were rubber, unimaginable what their feet would look like in such shoes.

This was over minus 30° winter.

And their weapons were even more rudimentary, mostly World War II rifles, even older models that he didn’t recognize.

Lieutenant Colonel Feis shook one of the rifles, hearing the rattling sounds of its loose insides; these things might not even be picked up if thrown on the streets of the Federation.

With weather , clothes like these, and such an assault... are you kidding me?!

How could there be such an army?!

But it was precisely this kind of army that made the Federation’s honored reinforcement regiment pay a heavy price.

Even their ’Arctic Bear Corps’ commander was sniped in last night’s Volunteer Army raid.

In the disordered regimental command post, besides the blown-off head of the commander, their ’regimental flag’ was stolen too, forcing him, a lieutenant colonel, to take temporary command.

The regimental command post was annihilated last night.

Thinking of this, Lieutenant Colonel Feis could only cuss under his breath while feeling grateful for his luck, albeit unsure how long this luck would last....

Looking at those soldiers’ bodies, Lieutenant Colonel Feis couldn’t think of a breakthrough strategy.

The attack had lasted most of the day.

There was no way to break through.

A lieutenant approached, face pale:

"Sir, we’re running short on ammunition."

Lieutenant Colonel Feis, troubled and irritable, waved his hand:

"Then go contact the Airforce, can I conjure shells out of thin air?"

"Call for support! Support!"

The distant sound of a charge horn made all the Federation soldiers tremble.

Lieutenant Colonel Feis grabbed his carbine:

"Damn it! Prepare for battle!"

The soldiers of the Federation’s 31st Regiment quickly took defensive positions, all operable tanks were mobilized, and howitzers relentlessly bombarded the Volunteer Army positions on the mountain.

Yet, bullets from the Volunteer Army fired from all directions.

Impossible to tell where the enemy was.

The aerial support from the Federation arrived, dropping napalm bombs on the Volunteer Army positions at the mountaintop as planes flew over again and again.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

The aerial support had left, and there was no movement on the mountain top.

Lieutenant Colonel Feis peeked at the Volunteer Army positions in the distance, hesitated briefly, and gritted his teeth to order the troops’ advance.

Anchor Lv Hao beside him remained silent throughout.

He simply blended into the crowd trying to stay alive, silently observing the battle.

In Lv Hao’s viewpoint.

Even though the ’color’ representing the Volunteer Army on the mountain top was reduced considerably due to the bombardment, there were still many scattered across the various areas of the mountain top.