American GI Ryan hid behind a broken stone wall. Bullets flew over the stone wall, to the left and to the right. Of course, the stone wall didn't have a passive skill that made it immune to bullets. When the bullets hit the stone wall, they created a cloud of debris on the stone wall. Feeling the shock caused by the bullets, Private Ryan instinctively shrunk into a ball, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
The broken stone wall was also old, and God knows what kind of abandoned building left this wreckage. There were also some collapsed timbers near the stone wall, and some UA soldiers were hiding behind the timbers. The dense bullets hit the soldiers who were hiding behind the wall one by one. Some lucky ones were killed on the spot or were about to die. Those unlucky ones were hit in the shoulder, arm, or thigh, and then began to scream while covering their wounds.
Private Ryan saw some UA soldiers trying to run over and hide behind the stone wall, but these people were shot by the Chinese army on the opposite side. Within a distance of more than 20 meters, more than a dozen dead and dying guys were lying on the ground. A soldier who wasn't too badly injured, with his hands full of blood, shouted, "Help!" while climbing towards the stone wall in vain. After climbing seven or eight steps, a bullet hit the back of the wounded soldier's neck. His eyes rolled back, and his upper body struggled to lift in the direction of Private Ryan, then fell heavily to the ground.
Private Ryan raised his head and looked in the direction of the bullet. He didn't know when, but a Chinese soldier had gone from the front of the stone wall to the side of the stone wall, and he was the one who fired the shot. Holding a rifle and looking at the dead UA soldier, the Chinese soldier in an olive-green uniform saw Private Ryan. He pulled the bolt, aimed at Private Ryan, and was ready to shoot.
The fear made Private Ryan's hands and feet weak, and now the greater fear made Private Ryan jump up from the ground like a spring. Private Ryan didn't care that his back was completely exposed to the enemy, and he just ran away. The rifle in his hand had long been forgotten, and Private Ryan ran wildly in fear.
The sound of gunfire continued, and he didn't know whether it was the Chinese soldier who was shooting, or the Chinese soldier who was already shooting continued to shoot. Private Ryan kept running, running away from the front line.
Like a galloping horse, Private Ryan felt like he was about to suffocate, but his body was running wildly out of control. He only stopped running when he tripped over something and fell to the ground. The fall was not light. Private Ryan was unable to catch his breath. He only felt his vision go black and he lost consciousness.
After an unknown period of time, Ryan suddenly felt as if the big stone pressing on his chest had been removed, and air finally entered his lungs. He first took a deep breath, then began to pant. After finally regaining his normal breathing, Private Ryan felt pain all over his body. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was lying face up on the ground. There were a few people surrounding them.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! "Private Ryan shouted in panic.
"Relax! Relax! "The people around him said in English.
Hearing the familiar English, Ryan's fear subsided a little. Only then did he see that the people around him were actually US soldiers.
Ryan struggled to prop up his body and found that Captain Javier was among the people in front of him. He suddenly remembered that his mission was to seek the captain's support from the battalion headquarters.
"Captain! Captain! " Private Ryan struggled and shouted, "The front line can't hold on any longer. The platoon leader asked me to ask for reinforcements."
Captain Javier looked at the soldier who almost rushed directly into the battalion headquarters and then almost fell to his death. He asked with a suspicious expression, "What the hell is going on?"
"We can't even hold on any longer. The company leader asked me to come here to ask for reinforcements, "Private Ryan replied while gasping for breath. In the morning, the Chinese launched an attack from the north, and an American infantry regiment stationed north of St. Paul immediately went to resist the enemy. However, the Chinese had fierce firepower, and the Chinese army was very cunning. Ryan's company used a ravine to defend and immediately opened fire when they saw the Chinese army. While the Chinese and the American troops were shooting at each other, they also sent a group of troops to flank them. When Ryan's company discovered the flanking troops, they were in a dilemma of being attacked from two sides. As a last resort, the troops retreated while fighting, and the company leader sent Ryan to the battalion headquarters for help.
The retreat was very cruel. Not long after Ryan ran away, the company was routed. Private Ryan leaned against a broken stone wall to avoid being killed by the pursuing Chinese.
The battalion commander listened to Ryan's painful breathing and description, and his face became more and more ugly. When Ryan finished, the battalion commander asked, "How many people are left in your company?"
Ryan recalled the tragic situation that happened a long time ago, and he couldn't answer. When Ryan hid behind the stone wall, dozens of people from the company were near him. When Ryan desperately escaped from the Chinese's muzzle, he saw that at least 30 people from the company had been killed and injured. At that rate of loss, there probably weren't many people left in the company. Maybe they had all been wiped out by now.
Just when Private Ryan was thinking about how many people were left in the company, there was a sudden burst of gunfire nearby. An American soldier was shot in the head, and his whole body fell to the ground. The other soldiers, including the battalion commander, instinctively squatted down, trying to avoid the bullets.
"Battalion commander, there is no news from the other companies, let's retreat." Ryan heard a man who looked like an adjutant shout to the battalion commander.
The battalion commander's face was very ugly, and Private Ryan's heart was cold. He was originally going to the battalion headquarters to ask for reinforcements, but he didn't expect to lose contact with the other companies in the battalion. If the other companies suffered the same fate as Ryan's company, the battalion commander would probably be the only people left in the entire battalion.
"Soldier, can you still get up and walk?" The battalion commander who was squatting on the ground looked down and asked Ryan.
Ryan tried to struggle, and then he felt a sharp pain near his ribs, and couldn't help but groan in pain.
"Battalion commander, he may have broken his ribs. It seems that we can't take him away, "the adjutant who was squatting next to the battalion commander said anxiously.
Hearing this, a trace of pain appeared in the somewhat panicked expression on the battalion commander's face. He touched Ryan's forehead, "Soldier, God bless you."
After that, the battalion commander bent down and fled in the direction where the Chinese did not appear. Seeing the battalion commander move, the other US soldiers who had been waiting impatiently rushed to retreat.
Ryan didn't expect the people from the battalion headquarters to abandon him so easily. He wanted to shout for help, but when he exerted force, his chest and ribs were immediately affected, and he immediately felt a sharp pain. It was so painful that Ryan couldn't speak. By the time the pain subsided, the battalion commander and the people in the battalion headquarters had already run far away, and their figures could not be seen. "Please take me away, for God's sake." Private Ryan's low voice was almost inaudible in the woods north of St. Paul.
Wu Chaoyang, the deputy commander of the cavalry regiment, commanded the troops to chase south, while the US Army resisted the attack of the Liberation Army in the north of the city. However, the combat effectiveness of these guys was very old, and they still relied on the most advantageous terrain to fight. Under the attacks of the Liberation Army, they were defeated. If it was in the past, Wu Chaoyang would probably feel that the Liberation Army's attack speed was very fast. After riding in trucks and motorcycles, the infantry's speed seemed very slow. After more than an hour of fighting, they had only traveled less than a kilometer. Compared with those who could run hundreds of kilometers a day, they were as slow as a turtle crawling.
When they went straight to the US battalion headquarters, Wu Chaoyang found that the enemy had actually run away. In the battalion headquarters, he only saw a dead American soldier and a dying one. The other party had actually slipped away first. This made Wu Chaoyang very unhappy. The deputy battalion commander who attacked with Wu Chaoyang asked, "Regimental commander, the wounded American soldier broke his ribs. It seems that he won't live long."
Wu Chaoyang wanted to ask something from the wounded soldier, but when he heard the news, he frowned. "If you can't get anything out of him, then help him die. This is also our mercy."
The deputy battalion commander gave a few orders, then turned around and asked, "Deputy Regimental Commander, what should we do next?"
"Continue to attack! I heard that the comrades in the south are not making good progress. The division headquarters asked us to step up the attack and complete the encirclement as soon as possible … "At this point, a clear gunshot was heard not far away. The troops helped the seriously injured American soldier and let him escape.
"Are we going to fight in the streets again?" The deputy battalion commander did not respond to the gunshot. His helplessness and even fear of fighting in the streets were evident in his tone. Not only the deputy battalion commander, but all the officers and soldiers who had fought in the streets heard that they were going to fight in the streets again.
If it was a field battle like this, everyone was clearly divided. The opposite side was the enemy, and the people wearing different military uniforms were the enemy. No matter how far they ran and how fiercely they chased, the battle was still very simple. However, fighting in the streets was not like this. Enemies could rush out of every house, and fatal bullets could be shot out of every window of every room. All the people on the enemy's land were enemies on the surface or in the dark. Not to mention the pain of being in the middle of it, just the pain brought by the imagination made everyone uncomfortable.
"Are we going to fight in the streets again?" The deputy battalion commander did not respond to the gunshot. His helplessness and even fear of fighting in the streets were evident in his tone. Not only the deputy battalion commander, but all the officers and soldiers who had fought in the streets heard that they were going to fight in the streets again.
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