Chapter 477: Chapter 477
The soldier of the Federation cried out in terror:
"So many people! No!!"
"They’re everywhere!"
"They suddenly emerged from the snowfield! They gutted Will! No!!!"
Recalling the scene, he trembled even more.
Major Smith furrowed his brow and pushed the soldier aside:
"Damn it... Immediately contact headquarters! We’ve encountered an unknown number of enemy forces in ambush! Request air support and artillery coverage!"
The adjutant beside him looked at the smoke-filled position on the small high ridge and whispered:
"Major, the terrain here is limited."
"There shouldn’t be a large enemy force..."
He hadn’t finished speaking.
Major Smith suddenly erupted with rage, grabbing the adjutant by the collar and shouting at the scattered corpses of Federation soldiers on the hillside:
"Then tell me what the hell is this?!"
"Can a platoon produce such crossfire? Organize such a fierce countercharge?"
"Damn it! Tell me where the hell they emerged from!"
"How many times is this now! How many times!!!"
Agitated, Major Smith roared, panting heavily, his eyes red from obvious stress over the past few days.
The radio transmitted doubtfully:
"Smith, are you sure?"
"There really is a large enemy force at the small high ridge, compared to the main defense line at Changjin Lake needing more support, I think...."
Smith couldn’t help but pick up the microphone and shout:
"Those guys hid their elite troops right here!"
"I’ve organized two charges and both were repelled!"
"If they continue to block the highway, forget about the main defense line, the entire 1st Marine Division will die here!"
A burst of gunfire erupted from the position on the small high ridge, targeting the Federation, Smith immediately crouched:
"Damn it! They’ve started again!"
"I need aircraft to bomb the entire small high ridge now!!!"
Smith roared from this side.
Meanwhile, in the player’s perspective in the video, the ’real-time map’ opened, displaying the color distribution of the scattered Volunteer Army.
On the small high ridge, there was actually less than a platoon’s worth of troops.
These were perspectives from the Federation.
And on the Volunteer Army position?
He Jie was organizing weapons and ammunition, quietly retrieving the corpse of a Federation soldier to strip down equipment.
Compared to the Federation calling for support and organizing tanks and howitzer battalions preparing to bombard.
The Volunteer Army position had few words, only the resolute belief in sacrifice.
Facing the Federation’s newly organized attack.
On the small high ridge, there were simply the four words ’prepare for battle’.
The third attack commenced....
The fourth attack....
The seventh attack, the Federation’s planes arrived, the napalm bombs exploded on the small high ridge, the heat wave swept through.... He Jie’s leg was already blown off, he could only mechanically use his remaining ammunition to shoot.
The Federation’s attack still failed.
Until the eighth attack was repelled.
At this moment, on the position of the small high ridge.
He Jie’s cheeks were pierced, legs blown off, blood spurting from his mouth, consciousness fading, unable to move, eyes still open.
He could barely see the tilted guns on the position, and some frozen corpses.
Only three people were still able to move.
Two of them were injured and Company Commander Yang Gensi was also lightly injured but still holding the position.
Looking at the two injured soldiers, Yang Gensi scanned the entire position.
It seemed like only the three of them were living....
Below, the Federation organized another attack.
Yang Gensi walked to the fortification, touching the last remaining machine gun, its barrel hot enough to roast potatoes, its wooden guard marked from being hacked.
Taking a deep breath.
Company Commander Yang Gensi picked up the machine gun, handing it to the two remaining injured soldiers:
The two soldiers didn’t move.
One soldier with cracked, bloodied lips rasped:
"Commander, we’re staying."
Company Commander Yang Gensi shook his head, tearing off a cloth to wrap the machine gun’s barrel, so they wouldn’t get burned while carrying:
"The gun is more valuable than a person, it’s the only one left in the company, take it back so it can kill more foreign devils."
The two soldiers couldn’t help but cry as Company Commander Yang Gensi patted their shoulders:
The chaotic sounds from the Federation, already reorganizing the troops.
The two soldiers dragged their legs, limping and leaning on each other, until they disappeared behind the mountain, Company Commander Yang Gensi withdrew his gaze.
He turned to scan the entire position.
Eight attacks, all means to fight back were exhausted.
Even the weapons and ammunition from the Federation soldiers’ corpses were used up.
Company Commander Yang Gensi walked to the trench, took out a bomb made of cotton and gunpowder, it was the only weapon left on the position.
He strapped the bomb tightly to his body, making sure it wouldn’t fall off.
Company Commander Yang Gensi quietly waited for the Federation to charge.
In He Jie’s live stream.
Although the view was already blurry, it vaguely showed Company Commander Yang Gensi sitting on the trench, his final silhouette.
The live stream was silent.
As the noise grew louder, the silhouette in He Jie’s view slowly stood up, He Jie seemed to see the silhouette’s face smiling.
When the first helmet emerged from the edge of the mountain, that silhouette laughed and shouted:
Seeing this, He Jie lost his breath.
The picture fell into darkness.
But the video in the lower-right corner of the live stream didn’t stop.
The perspective in the video followed the Federation soldiers charging forward, only to stop dead in their tracks at hearing the voice.
The sight of that blood-covered Volunteer Army warrior standing in the trench, staring them down, holding a torch in one hand and pressing the other to his chest.
The sunlight shone from behind him, casting a long shadow, but his features were blurred in the dazzling light.
Only vaguely making out... they felt that blood-covered Volunteer Army warrior was smiling.
Someone felt something was wrong.
Those who reacted swiftly moved to aim, but it was already too late.
As the torch lowered.
The sound of the fuse "sizzling" burned into the Federation soldiers’ ears, leaving no time for a terrified scream, as the blood-covered Volunteer Army warrior.
Rushed at them with the bomb in his embrace.
The scene plunged into darkness instantly. For more chapters visıt 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
The blocking mission at the small high ridge had ended.
The Volunteer Army’s 1 Battalion, 3 Company, 3 Platoon of the 172 Regiment, 58 Division, except for two severely injured soldiers who withdrew with the machine gun under Company Commander Yang Gensi’s orders.
The rest, including Company Commander Yang Gensi, all sacrificed themselves on the small high ridge position.
In He Jie’s live stream.
The image was dark but not finished, instead, a few lines of text appeared slowly.
[On November 29, 1950, Yang Gensi led the third platoon to defend the southeast small high ridge of Hill 1071, repelling eight consecutive attacks by the US Army.]
[When the position had only three survivors left, Yang Gensi ordered the injured to take back the company’s only machine gun, and carried a bomb to perish with the enemy.]
[Later awarded ’Volunteer Army Special Class Battle Hero’ and ’Republic of Korea Hero’.]