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The crackling noise grew louder and more frequent, gradually drowning out the communications from various workshops.
“Zzz—Zzz—Vehicle 7 reporting, I am locked on! Zzla!”
“Vehicle 7?! Zzz—Zzz—Vehicle 8 reporting, observing the situation!”
“Report, Zzz—Zzz—Vehicle 7 has been destroyed! Passage Red Army tanks are starting to pour out!”
“Vehicle 4! Vehicle 4! Report your position!”
“Vehicle report, Vehicle 4 has been destroyed!”
There were also some reports from the Vehicle Company that went unanswered, indicating that the Beta’s Tank Company was suffering increasing losses. Out of eleven tanks, there were probably only three or four left now! At this rate, it was only a matter of time before all the tanks would be destroyed.
The noise became overwhelming; I could no longer make out what they were saying. The last thing I heard was the resolute voice of the Commanding Officer of the Lead Vehicle:
“The enemy tank group has gathered outside the Passage and is about to charge! Vehicle command! Vehicle command! All tanks of the first company, charge towards the Passage! No retreat! Charge!”
Then the voice suddenly cut off, and the communicator filled with a continuous crackling sound. I knew that electromagnetic interference had completely taken over.
I could imagine the situation outside: three or four tanks, pushing their engines to the limit, charging suicidally towards the mass of Red Army tanks. It was reminiscent of ancient cavalry making their final charge against enemy formations, filled with bravado and a spirit of “who else but us.”
Even without gunpowder smoke, without an audience, without applause, they still earned their dignity. I believed they had also gained the respect of every commander in the Red Army tank group; even their enemies must have felt a sense of admiration for these “stubborn” opponents!
But I also understood that against an enemy that outnumbered them by dozens, the fate of Beta’s tank company was likely total annihilation.
At that moment, Beta slammed his hand against the side of the vehicle, seething with anger. "If they wipe out my squad, the Red Army won't get away unscathed! I will avenge my Brothers!"
I didn't know how to comfort Beta, so I just patted him on the shoulder. "Brothers, trust me!"
For a while, neither of us spoke. After some time, Beta softly asked, "Old Wang, what’s our next move? Do you have a plan?"
"Wait! Wait for an opportunity to seize the radio, wait for reinforcements, coordinate a counterattack, and cut off the Red Army's retreat!" I replied firmly as I began to climb out. "Tune the intercom to my frequency and wait for my orders!" At this point, I wasn't going to be polite with Beta; I already had half an Engineer Company and half a Technical Company under my command. I wouldn't mind adding another tank.
"Understood!" By then, I had crawled out of the turret, and Beta saluted me.
I crouched on top of the turret, holding my helmet in my left hand and solemnly returning his salute with my right. I felt that Beta had placed all his trust in me. Although I couldn't promise victory, I knew I would do everything in my power to lead everyone in dealing with the Red Army! As long as there is life, there is battle! Beta's Tank Company was like this, and so was my unit!
That's right; we hadn't lost completely yet. The Blue Army still had forces here! As long as we were present, the Red Army wouldn't easily win this battle!
With that thought in mind, I squatted on the tank and looked down at the land below. The night breeze swept over me, bringing a misty chill to my face. Who would have thought that this tranquil night had once witnessed such a thrilling battle without gunpowder?
At that moment, dawn was breaking; it was getting light! I thought to myself.
The Red Army had crossed the Passage; now their main forces were about to launch an attack. It wasn’t yet time to stir up chaos in the situation. I silently considered that I needed to understand the Red Army's details better. If we seized the radio, we could report our situation. With that thought in mind, I looked at my helmet and came up with a bold idea.
I jumped off the tank and quickly walked back to the trench. "Dabao! Come with me!" I shouted, ignoring Sun Guangyu's hostile glare.
"Yes!"
I found Old Tang again. "Old Tang, you lead the team and stay behind. Don't do anything, just focus on hiding and observing. I'll take the walkie-talkie and scout the situation. Make sure to keep in touch."
Old Tang's eyes widened. "You're the commander; you're going out like this? What are we supposed to do?"
"It's fine! Don't you see I still have my skin intact? Besides, I need to understand the situation before making any further plans!" I chuckled.
"Alright then, go ahead! Just be careful! If you don't come back, we'll stay on standby here!" Old Tang hesitated for a moment, knowing there was no better option at the moment. It was better to take a risk and gather information than to remain idle while the command center was under threat.
"Enough with the fuss!" I patted Old Tang on the back and waved for Da Bao. Da Bao had just finished communicating with Dog Mom and walked over. "Company Commander, Red Army wants Vanguard to continue pushing forward. On one hand, they want us to search for enemy activity along the way, and on the other hand, they ordered each Vanguard group to look for suitable crossing points along the river when they encounter it."
"Got it," I replied, quickly calculating in my mind. We should still have time; it was over three hundred miles to the command center. When we came here by car, it took us seven or eight hours, and a tank group wouldn't be faster. Plus, they'd need to build a bridge—there was still a chance!
"Da Bao, grab their guns!" I said, attaching a walkie-talkie to my chest.
"Okay!" Da Bao exclaimed excitedly. The 95 rifle! Ever since he entered the trenches, he had been eyeing those weapons enviously. It was no surprise; back then, we all had the standard 81 rifles—those country bumpkins had never seen such fancy Automatic Rifles.
Before long, Da Bao happily brought over two rifles. I took one and started teaching him how to use the 95 as we walked. I had used this rifle during training exercises before; it was very user-friendly and easy to aim. Even someone without shooting experience could hit their target fairly accurately.
In no time, Da Bao got the hang of using the rifle. He handed me one of the two magazines he found on a captured soldier. "Wow, Red Army is really generous! They even provide a magazine for each of these Blank Rounds!" I marveled.
After securing the magazine, I slung the rifle over my shoulder, held it in my right hand with my left gripping the foregrip, and quickly made my way toward the Passage.
With this outfit on, we deliberately walked confidently. Not far from the Passage, it was already getting light outside, and visibility had improved significantly.
Here, I saw a tank from the Beta Tank Company. It had been deemed destroyed, its fuel line cut off, rendering it completely immobile. The crew members sat idly on top of the tank, looking around with expressions of boredom and frustration. Of course, they had already been declared casualties, their insignias torn away.
Nearby, a Red Army Soldier was cleaning up the battlefield. Perhaps he was part of the guard detail. There were about four of them, scattered around the tank, and judging by their uniforms, they were likely infantry from the Amphibious Forces.
As we approached, the Red Army Soldiers showed little reaction, continuing to stroll around and occasionally chatting among themselves.
I leaned closer to Daba. "Open fire from about five or six meters away. You take out the two on the right; I'll handle the two on the left!"
Daba hesitated for a moment. "Company Commander, this won't be lethal, right?!"
"Don't be ridiculous! You know the safe distance is five meters; just pay attention to your range!" I snapped.
"Understood!" Daba replied solemnly.
We were about ten meters away when one of the Red Army Soldiers, looking like a sergeant, called out, "Brothers, where are you coming from?"
"We're from the Scout Team. We hit a dead end at the cliff up ahead and turned back," I shouted back.
"Oh! Hurry up then; the Scout Team has already gone ahead!" said the sergeant. "Shall I find a vehicle to give you a lift?" He seemed like a good-hearted person.
I smiled and tightened my grip on my gun; we were about eight meters away now.
"Brothers, you must be tired; it's quite late to be out on reconnaissance," the soldier continued to chatter on.
"Six meters!"
"Da Bao! Open fire!" I shouted suddenly. At the same time, I raised my Type 95 and unleashed a barrage at the chattering Red Army and the soldier beside him.
"Tap tap tap! Tap tap!" After a series of crisp sounds, the four Red Army soldiers stared blankly at us.
"What the hell!? Brothers, have you lost your minds?!" The Chatterbox Officer was completely stunned.
"We're from the Blue Army! You four are dead. Da Bao! Go tear off their armbands! According to Drill rules, you're all dead!"
Da Bao happily went over to start collecting armbands, while the four Red Army soldiers exchanged confused glances, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Of course, I couldn't be bothered to explain. I turned to the few Brothers on the tank and said, "I'm a friend of your Company Commander. Right now, you're all dead. Keep an eye on each other! Remember, the dead can't move; wait for the Drill recovery team to come!" I knew that every location had a recovery team for collecting these "fallen" soldiers and vehicles.
"But it's our unit! We still have troops fighting!" The crew members of the tank were agitated. "What about our Company Commander? Where's our leader?" one squad leader asked.
"Don't ask! He's perfectly fine! You've all worked hard; leave the rest to us!" I glanced at Da Bao, who was truly a miser; he had managed to strip all the bullets from the four Red Army soldiers.
Looking at these four dejected Red Army members, I chuckled to myself; great, my team just got bigger.
Noticing their physiques, I pressed down on the intercom. "Old Tang, calling Old Tang, adjust for Zhang Sheng, bring Murong Qian, Jinghe, and Wu Chao along the cliff towards the Passage."
Old Tang quickly replied, "Received, understood, on my way!"
When I caught Chatterbox Officer glancing at me with a suspicious look, he shivered and said, "Hehe, it will be bright soon. Once it gets bright, it won't be cold anymore." I replied to him, even though he looked at me in confusion.
Big Treasure also chuckled, seemingly understanding what I meant.
Before long, Zhang Sheng came running over, panting and bringing people with him. "Company Commander! What are your orders!?"
"Hehe, did you see those Red Army guys? Help them take off their clothes and change into their uniforms. We're going to set up a rear guard team!"
Zhang Sheng's eyes lit up! Jinghe lunged for the 95 rifle that had been dropped on the ground.
"Don't!" With a series of screams, Zhang Sheng and the others stripped the four Red Army soldiers down to nothing. The four of them were about the same build as Zhang Sheng and his crew.
After putting on the Red Army uniforms, I instructed Zhang Sheng and the others to put on their helmets. At this moment, there were no allies around—just the six of us—so we could really have some fun!
Hahaha, Red Army, here we come!
(To be continued, more exciting content tomorrow!)
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