Chapter 64: Cliff

This is a sniper battle, assault battle, and positional defense battle that can almost break military theory!
More than twenty battle-hardened Chechen guerrillas, under their commander's leadership, took advantage of the mountainous desert terrain to build a defensive position capable of maximizing firepower. After eight days of desert escape, they finally escaped the hilly desert and entered the mountainous desert.
Standing on a hillside in the desert, the high-powered walkie-talkie in the Chechen rebel commander's hand finally came through intermittent sounds. After losing contact with the base for eighteen days, they were finally bound back together by radio waves. At that moment, all the Chechen anti-government guerrilla fighters were stunned. They stared blankly at each other, seemingly unable to believe their ears, but the anxious voice on the high-powered walkie-talkie sounded so familiar—it was the voice of the commander-in-chief of their Chechen mountain resistance base!
"Kids, you've worked hard!" The commander-in-chief did not inquire about the results, nor did he scold them for fleeing in disgrace after being beaten by two Chinese soldiers. Amid intermittent radio signals, the high-powered military walkie-talkie faithfully conveyed the Chechen commander's voice and concern to everyone: "It's good to come back alive, to be alive is better than anything else." Children, welcome home! ”
At some point, burning tears filled everyone's eyes. After a long silence, they suddenly erupted into a frenzied cheer.
The Chechen rebel commander gripped a high-powered military walkie-talkie and shouted loudly: "We need support! Stop talking to me about the nonsense Russian Air Force, and stop talking about Russian interceptions. We need troop support, we need water, we need food, we need ammunition, we need medicine, we need doctors......
At this point, the Chechen rebel commander's voice was choked with emotion, "Commander, please, deliver these supplies as soon as possible. If we're any later, all my brothers will die!" ”
The war hero who was still advancing at the edge of the hilly desert suddenly stopped. Through his military binoculars, he saw the Chechen rebel commander holding a walkie-talkie to communicate with the base. Zhanxiage knew that maybe within an hour, that armed helicopter would fly right over his head.
Zhanxiage shook off his marching bag, grabbed his marching water bottle, and started downing it vigorously. He fiercely brushed the water stains from his lips and shouted, "Zhao Haiping, shake off all the weight except for your weapons, and run with full force!" At this point, we absolutely cannot let these people successfully join up with the reinforcements! ”
At this moment, the Chechen guerrillas responsible for security also saw Chinese soldiers throwing off their backpacks and running wildly through the desert, kicking at patches of yellow sand. His eyes widened and he shouted hoarsely, "They're back again! The Chinese soldiers are back again!" ”
Zhanxiage sprinted at full speed, letting out the wildest roar in his heart. Just months ago, they were still a group of rookie soldiers who had just gone through a bloody battle and still hadn't shaken off their childishness. They had forgotten that the instructor had told them more than once that just when they thought they were out of danger, perhaps the greatest and deadliest danger truly arrived!
Do you still remember that brother who was blasted into countless pieces by a single shot from a T80 tank?!
Do you still remember that brother who, just trying to save a child in a foreign land, was stabbed into his abdomen first and then had his head shot off?!
Do you still remember Instructor Zhu Jianjun, who died right in front of him?!
Do you still remember Instructor Long Jianhui, who died heroically, tragically, and regrettably?!
Do you remember that ice slab completely covered by a torrent of steel?!
Do you still remember the hundred or so brothers who rested there forever?!
Scenes flashed through Zhan Xiaoge's mind—blood, smoke, tragedy, and pain. Eventually, he couldn't help but let out a piercing, piercing howl: "I stake the honor and dignity of a Chinese soldier—I will kill every single one of you!" For my brothers who died on this land...... Go die with me!! ”
Zhanxiage's powerful legs stomped the soft sand, sending vast expanses of yellow sand flying into the air with his explosive kicks. At this moment, he was like a Spanish bull in heat, a weapon of war at full throtch, a god of slaughter, the most insane, bloodied, and hysterical berserker in human history!
Watching Zhanxiage run faster and faster, watching him run like a madman, watching him run like a madman, the voices of special forces soldiers from various countries watching the scene live through military satellites grew louder and louder. They had no idea what this Chinese soldier's body was made of. After enduring such a long and intense bloody battle, he still possessed such unfathomable stamina! What terrified them the most was the sudden burst of murderous intent from this Chinese soldier, almost capable of splitting the heavens and earth!
Abandoning all defenses, at this moment, as long as the Chechen anti-government guerrillas left a secret sentry and an ambush, they could easily shoot Zhanxiage dead.
But nothing happened! Only Zhao Haiping silently ran behind Zhan Xiage, head bowed and running. He had already poured all his strength into it, but only at this moment did he truly witness Zhan Xiage's most formidable power. In the blink of an eye, Zhan Xia Ge had left him far behind. Watching his powerful and agile body, as agile and powerful as a black panther, move at high speed across the desert ground, Zhao Haiping knew he might never reach such astonishing speed in his lifetime!
The Chechen anti-government commander watched the charging war hero, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, and finally understood why he had lost. He had always fought these two Chinese soldiers using methods that dealt with humans, but it was only at this moment that he saw clearly that what he was facing was a beast that, once mad, would recklessly attack people, even if it meant fighting to the death!
At this moment, applause suddenly surged like waves from China, the United States, Japan, Russia, the UK, and Germany...... It rang out from every special forces studio in the world that was following this event.
Regardless of victory or defeat, victory or defeat, this is destined to be a moth-to-flame war, destined to be the most brutal war where the brilliant and brilliant military soul has no regrets! This is destined to be the most arrogant war that will unleash men's blood, pride, anger, and bones, fluttering and scattering across this land between heaven and earth!
The commander of the Chechen anti-government guerrilla forces kept twitching his eyelids, his muscles trembling subtly and rapidly. At that moment, he unexpectedly recalled two words once said by a Chinese "friend" in his mind...... Standing in the wind, the killing intent is urgent!
The Chechen anti-government guerrilla commander looked at the group of soldiers beside him, who, ever since learning to contact the base, had exhausted every last bit of their strength. If he ordered a retreat now, none of them would escape the relentless pursuit of that Chinese soldier like a tiger unleashed!
"Brothers!" The commander of the Chechen anti-government guerrilla forces pointed at the endless mountains visible from a high vantage point, and suddenly shouted, "Open your eyes and see clearly! That is our homeland, the family we must protect, the happiness and dreams we pursue!" At this point, we have nowhere left to retreat. At this moment, I am not commanding you as a commander, because I know everyone is exhausted, no one can continue fighting. At this moment, as a man of Chechen Nixia and the most loyal guardian of Chechen Nixia, I ask you, for our homeland, for our loved ones, please join me, abandon all hope, forget our reinforcements, and fight to the death against the invading mobs and demons!! ”
A group of Chechen anti-government guerrillas followed the direction the commander pointed, gazing at the mountains two or three hundred kilometers away, completely covered by dense trees. Beneath that hopeful green was their last stronghold, their final homeland, and their final paradise!
"Men of Chechennesia, take up your weapons and fight for our homeland and faith, for our nation!"
Every Chechen anti-government guerrilla fighter had an almost sacred glow on their faces. Those who had just been sitting on the ground stood up again, and a powerful, hidden pressure slowly rose from them.
"We only need to hold out for one hour, and victory is ours!" The commander of the Chechen anti-government guerrilla forces raised a finger and shouted loudly, "Let's be right here and show those Chinese soldiers the true strength of our Chechen Nician soldiers!" ”
During the eight-day desert escape, Chechen anti-government guerrillas had already lost heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and howitzers—heavy suppressive weapons. Now, each of them had only two grenades on average, and after deducting the ammunition carried by three squads of light machine guns, each had only twenty-five rounds of ammunition left from their automatic rifles.
But just look at these guerrilla fighters, who had survived two Chechen wars and had nowhere left to retreat before their last homeland, determined to fight to the death. Relying on the various advantageous terrains of the mountains and deserts, with the 3rd Platoon using light machine guns and two high-precision sniper rifles as the main force, they formed a firepower belt—no one dared to underestimate their combat effectiveness!
"Quick!" Quick! Quick! They're about to come. If you want to survive and avenge your brothers, you'll have to give it your all! ”
The Chechen rebel commander gripped a branch and began to whip the soldiers around him mercilessly. The pinky-finger-thick branch struck the soldiers hard, making crackling sounds. The soldiers' exposed skin immediately showed terrifying blood-red stains.
At this moment, each person took off their uniforms under the blazing sun overhead. They simply wrapped their palms with cloth strips and thrust their hands into sand particles heated above sixty degrees Celsius—enough to roast raw eggs. As their muscles trembled uncontrollably, they poured handfuls of sand into their marching backpacks and their clothes, making one rough sandbag after another that provided effective defense. At this point, no one cared about the terrifying consequences of exposing their skin to the scorching midday desert sun.
Only those who survive can enjoy the consequences of being exposed to sunlight.
The marching backpacks were filled with sand, weighing forty to fifty kilograms. The shirtless Chechen anti-government guerrilla soldiers looked at their freshly filled sandbags with bitter smiles. With their current bodies, they could no longer carry such heavy sandbags. Three or four soldiers bent down together, gripping the backpack straps tightly with several large hands. Amid uncontrollable gasps, their muscles trembled, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept seeping from their already dehydrated bodies.
"What are you doing?!" The commander was truly anxious. He strode over, raised a branch in his hand, and started beating the soldiers gathered together. He shouted hoarsely, "How dare you slack off at a time like this!" At this moment, as long as we raise one more sandbag, we can let more brothers return home alive. You may die, but you have no right to ignore the lives of other brothers! Get up for me!! ”
A branch struck several soldiers, who trembled uncontrollably, but no matter what, they couldn't straighten their backs. Suddenly, a Chechen anti-government guerrilla fighter burst into tears: "I can't straighten up, I can't stand up anymore!" We kept pushing, constantly pushing, but no matter how hard we tried or struggled, we really couldn't lift it! ”
Watching these soldiers exposed to the sun for just an hour, their skin already faintly reddened. Looking at the wounds on their bodies, the commander felt his heart tighten. He knew these soldiers were exhausted, and those who could hold out here were the strongest and bravest soldiers beside him! But now, four battle-hardened soldiers couldn't lift a marching bag full of yellow sand!
The commander gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted wildly, "You're all pigs!" If you can't lift it, push it with me. Even if you have to push it bit by bit with your own bodies, you must carry this sandbag up the hillside. Our light machine guns need sandbags to establish defensive positions! If you can't even do that, then just lie down on the hillside. I wouldn't mind using your bodies as human punching bags! ”
Two soldiers grabbed the backpack straps and dragged forward with all their might. The two knelt behind them, like bulls fighting with their horns on their heads, using their heads to push against the backpack. At the shout of one soldier, the four of them exerted force bit by bit, and finally the marching bag filled with over forty kilograms of yellow sand was finally moved by their combined efforts!
A dozen or so marching bags, over twenty uniforms, and more than twenty underwear...... In just ten minutes, these Chechen anti-government guerrillas, under the commander's leadership, managed to build a sandbag defensive position on the mountainside!
This was a 2-on-25 battle, but the seemingly weaker side was instead attacking the stronger side in a positional assault!
Both Chechen snipers locked onto the Chinese soldier who was getting closer and closer with their scopes. At that moment, cold sweat broke out in the palms of the two veterans. For some reason, although the target was clearly in their scopes, they felt a sense of discouragement at not being able to hit the target.