GBP Chapter 459 Turning from defense to offense
Chapter 459 Turning from defense to offense
Upon hearing Liu Ye's order, Qin Tian loudly replied, "Yes, sir!" He then turned and led the special forces team down the mountain in a mighty procession, like tigers descending the mountain.
Zhu Jinhu's company was already struggling to hold out and began to retreat, with surrounding companies experiencing similar difficulties. From above, a red defensive line stood firm amidst the gray crowd, except for a large section of the First Battalion's position that had been breached at any moment.
Zhu Jinhu was slashed on the arms and legs. Fortunately, the wounds weren't deep, but blood kept flowing. However, the battle was too intense, and he couldn't find a chance to bandage his wounds. His opponents were fierce and experienced, adhering to the principle of "better to break one finger than injure all ten," swarming forward to attack any wounded soldier relentlessly until they collapsed. After parrying several steel blades, Zhu Jinhu, due to excessive blood loss, became dizzy and stumbled, falling to the ground. The enemy saw the opening and brought down two blades at his head, one after the other.
Just then, a rifle stretched out horizontally, barely blocking the two knives. The blades collided with the barrel of the rifle, and sparks flew out with a "clang".
Zhu Jinhu looked up and saw a burly soldier standing to his side, fighting two refugees who wanted to kill him. He recognized the figure; he had beaten him up before and locked him in a dark room for several days—it was Lan Lin. It turned out that the battalion's formation had been disrupted, and the soldiers of the first and third companies were mixed together.
While fending off the two knife-wielding men opposite him, Lan Lin shouted, "Coward, get up! Stop playing dead!"
Zhu Jinhu was taking advantage of the moment to tear a piece of cloth from his sleeve and hastily wrap his wound when he heard this. Enraged, he struggled to his feet and shouted, "I'm not a coward!" In the process, he seized the opportunity and stabbed one of the refugees who were besieging Lan Lin. The man screamed and collapsed.
Several refugees nearby, seeing the two soldiers' impressive performance, rushed to their aid. Although Lan Lin was strong, he was no match for four fists, and he struggled against several swords and axes coming at him simultaneously. Zhu Jinhu moved over, back to back with Lan Lin, to shield him from the enemies on the other side, ensuring that his back was not exposed to the opponent. The two recruits, who had previously had a falling out, thus joined forces on the battlefield.
The two men acted bravely, but they could not cover up the overall decline of the First Battalion. Several companies had suffered heavy casualties, and with no reinforcements coming, the defensive line was on the verge of being breached.
Xu Yifan had been watching the battle situation of the First Battalion closely. As the battlefield commander, he was well aware of the dire consequences of the defense line being breached when the enemy outnumbered them. If tens of thousands of men found a breakthrough and rushed in, whether they turned around and joined forces with the bandits on the outside to attack the four infantry battalions, or attacked the artillery positions on the mountainside, it would put the Qionghai Army in a completely passive position. The most terrifying thing was that they would directly attack the mountaintop. As the commander, Liu Ye would have almost nowhere to escape on the mountaintop. If he played a good game and ended up being checkmated, he would probably have no choice but to commit suicide to atone for his sins. However, at present, everything was in a tight situation and there were no troops to be mobilized. There was no other way but to hold out until reinforcements arrived.
At this critical moment, Qin Tian led his special forces team down the mountain. From a distance, he shouted to Xu Yifan, "Commander Xu, tell your men to make way so we can advance!"
Xu Yifan was overjoyed and immediately ordered all the messengers around him to go to the First Battalion to make a message.
Back to back, Zhu Jinhu and Lan Lin were struggling to fend off the enemy's attack. Many of their comrades around them had already fallen in pools of blood. Just then, someone inside shouted, "Brothers of the First Battalion, retreat to both sides! The special forces are coming to reinforce us!"
All the soldiers who were fighting hard were overjoyed. This enemy force was too tough, and they were about to give up. Fortunately, the reinforcements arrived in time. They fought and retreated, moving to both sides to create openings for the reinforcements.
Lan Lin forcefully parried the double axes wielded by a burly man with a full beard and a fierce appearance. The man was very strong, and Lan Lin was exhausted from the long fight; his hands were numb, and his rifle almost slipped from his grasp. He quickly grabbed Zhu Jinhu by the collar and ran to the right. The burly man with the full beard was unwilling to let his prey escape. He roared and swung his double axes, trying to give chase.
The sound of thunderous footsteps rang out, and a group of fierce soldiers charged into the battlefield. The leader was taller and more muscular than Lan Lin. He swung a thick iron rod, as thick as a child's arm, down at Lan Lin's head. The fierce man, who was wielding two axes, raised his weapon to block.
With a loud clang of metal clashing, two axes flew out, smashing the skull of the thug, denting and deforming his face. He knelt on the ground and then collapsed.
Originally, the First Battalion had exhausted its strength under the onslaught of ordinary refugees. The veterans, having rested and prepared, and whose battlefield experience and combat skills far surpassed those of the new recruits, gradually gained the upper hand and were about to break through the First Battalion's lines. However, the arrival of Qin Tian and the special forces unexpectedly reversed the tide of the battle in this localized conflict.
The special forces unit is an anomaly within the Qionghai Navy. While utilizing standard firearms, they retain the attributes of melee weapons to the greatest extent possible. Its core consists of veteran soldiers from Zhanjiaodong who have fought alongside Qin Tian for many years, with the rest carefully selected—only the strongest and most physically capable fighters. Their training focuses primarily on close combat, making them the most skilled hand-to-hand fighting team in the military. Against such a force, even the so-called veteran elites have no advantage, especially considering their commander is an exceptionally powerful figure like Qin Tian.
Qin Tian wielded an extremely thick iron rod that reached his eyebrows, charging into the enemy ranks at the forefront. None of his men could withstand a single blow. Wherever he went, severed hands and feet, brains and blood flew everywhere. The others followed closely behind him, using him as the spearhead, sweeping away all the enemies standing on the battlefield.
Relying on this unreasonable and ruthless tactic, Qin Tian had previously broken through the guards' tight spear formations and fought against numerous strong men. Facing these supposedly elite refugees, he was no exception. Faced with this overwhelming offensive, the enemy surrendered completely after a few rounds, and the once arrogant old camp began to turn and flee.
The special forces pressed their advantage, relentlessly pursuing the veteran troops. Meanwhile, the refugees fighting elsewhere were stunned to see the usually powerful and elite veterans being routed. Could it be that what they were seeing today was a fake veteran force?
Xu Yifan observed the collapse of the old camp and the emotional turmoil of the remaining refugees through his binoculars. He keenly sensed that an opportunity to turn defense into offense had arisen, and loudly ordered: "Sound the bugle, all troops attack!"
Several buglers stood on high ground and simultaneously sounded the bugle call to order the entire army to attack—an inspiration Liu Ye drew from the Red Army's charge bugle.