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The two sides engaged in a fierce fire confrontation on the front battlefield.

Bullets flew through the air, so densely packed that they seemed to form an invisible net.

Artillery shells flew in from several times and exploded on the positions of both sides, causing huge air waves. The air waves were like invisible giant hands, overturning everything around them to the ground.

When the shells exploded on the mercenary positions, the sandbag bunkers were instantly shattered, earth and rocks flew everywhere, and some of the mercenaries inside were killed directly, their bodies torn into pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere;

Some were knocked over by the air waves and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

On the side of the Wolf Warrior Squadron, the soldiers did not retreat in the hail of bullets.

Some soldiers hid behind big trees and used the trunks as cover. The thick trunks blocked a lot of bullets for them.

The soldiers clung tightly to the tree trunks, squatted slightly, and stared at the enemy's movements through the gaps between the trunks and the ground, occasionally poking their heads out to shoot.

Every time they stuck their heads out, they would quickly aim and pull the trigger with clean and neat movements, and then immediately retract their heads to avoid the enemy's counterattack.

Some soldiers lay in the trenches, with only their eyes and gun muzzles exposed. Although the trenches were not deep, they provided them with a certain degree of cover.

The soldiers lay on the wet soil, their cheeks against the ground, feeling the warmth of the earth.

Their eyes were focused and determined, staring at the enemy's direction, looking for opportunities to shoot.

Every time they shoot, they concentrate fully, striving to make every bullet hit the enemy.

When the enemy's bullets hit the edge of the trench, dust would splash up and the mud would fall on the soldiers, but they were unaware and remained focused on the battle.

At the same time, the second group of the Wolf Warrior Squadron and the soldiers of the Red Third Regiment responsible for the flanking operation were also carrying out their tasks in a tense and orderly manner.

Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, as if it were their own backyard, and their excellent concealment skills, they quietly moved towards the flanks and rear of the mercenary line.

As they marched, they were very cautious, their steps as light as cats, for fear of making any noise and alerting the enemy.

Their footsteps were so light that it seemed as if they were stepping on cotton, and each step was almost inaudible.

The soldiers' eyes are like sharp eagles, always paying attention to the movements around them, and their ears are like sensitive radars, capturing any slight sound.

Even the sound of a leaf falling or the rustle of a small animal running through the grass cannot escape their ears.

If they discover enemy patrols or scouts approaching, they will quickly hide.

If they are in the grass, they will quickly lie on the ground like chameleons, and their bodies will blend perfectly with the grass.

They lowered their bodies as much as possible, with their faces close to the ground and their hands tightly holding their guns. They used the dense grass to hide their bodies, leaving only a small part of their eyes exposed, and observed the movements outside through the gaps in the grass.

If they are in the shadow of a big tree, they will choose a place where the trunk is thicker, stand with their backs against the trunk, and then use their camouflage uniforms to echo the surrounding environment, so that they can blend into the shadow of the tree, as if they are part of the tree. From the outside, it is difficult to find that there is a person hiding here.

In this way, they avoided enemy patrols and scouts and gradually approached the target location.

When they arrived at the designated location, the soldiers' eyes revealed excitement and determination.

They seized the opportunity and suddenly attacked like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

The soldiers jumped out from their hiding places, their movements were swift and sudden.

Their bodies drew a graceful arc in the air, as if a soaring eagle suddenly swooped down.

The guns in their hands fired at the same time, and the dense bullets instantly poured towards the mercenaries' flank defense line.

Bullets from the Type 95 automatic rifle were fired like raindrops, and the "bang bang bang" sounds of shooting merged into one, like an exciting battle symphony.

The bullets of the AK47 assault rifle carry a stronger impact, the "da da da" sound is deafening, and each bullet is like an angry bullet, whistling towards the enemy.

The dense barrage of bullets caught the mercenaries off guard.

The mercenaries originally thought that the firepower was concentrated on the front, but they did not expect such a force to suddenly attack from the side, and their formation was immediately thrown into chaos.

Some mercenaries were concentrating on frontal defense when they suddenly heard gunshots from the side. They subconsciously turned their heads, but before they could react, they were hit by flying bullets.

Bullets hit their bodies, some penetrated their chests, blood gushed out instantly, staining their clothes red;

Some hit their arms or legs, causing them to drop their guns, lose their balance, and fall to the ground screaming.

This sudden attack caused a huge impact on the mercenaries' flank defense line, successfully broke through part of the defense line, and disrupted the mercenaries' defensive deployment.

The mercenaries began to adjust their defenses in a panic, trying to reorganize an effective resistance, but it was too late. The soldiers of the War Wolf Squadron and the Red Third Regiment had taken advantage of the chaos to further expand their victory.

Some soldiers took the opportunity to rush into the mercenaries' defense line and engaged in close combat with the mercenaries.

They brandished their guns, using them as clubs, and struck fiercely at the mercenaries;

Some used daggers to engage in close combat with mercenaries. The daggers flashed coldly in the sunlight, and every swing carried a deadly threat.

The soldiers of the Red Third Regiment who were responsible for providing fire support had already been lurking next to the heavy weapons like a group of cheetahs ready to pounce.

Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, fixed tightly on the mercenaries' key fortifications and firepower points, as if they wanted to see through the layers of camouflage and understand every deployment of the enemy.

Every soldier's face showed determination and concentration. Tiny beads of sweat on their foreheads sparkled in the sunlight, but they were unaware of it and were completely immersed in the upcoming combat mission.

At the moment the general attack was launched, time seemed to freeze, and then a deafening roar broke the brief silence.

The cannons were like awakened beasts, emitting earth-shaking roars. The sound was like thunder exploding in the valley, echoing throughout the battlefield, shaking the earth so much that it seemed to tremble slightly.

One shell after another was loaded into the gun barrel, and with a command, they whistled through the sky.

As the shells flew through the air, they left behind long flames, as bright and dazzling as meteors, yet carrying an aura of destruction.

The sharp whistling sound was like the scream of death, which made people terrified.

The shells cut through the air, bringing up a strong airflow. The surrounding air seemed to be stirred by this force like a turbulent sea surface, and it twisted violently.

When the shells approached the target, the huge impact force made the air make a hissing sound, as if it was wailing in advance for the impending destruction.

The shells flew at an extremely fast speed and landed on the mercenaries' fortifications in almost the blink of an eye.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated a corner of the battlefield.

The air waves generated by the explosion were like surging waves, spreading violently in all directions with the force of a tidal wave.

The sandbags of the fortifications were blown high up, and some were directly blown to pieces, with earth and rocks flying everywhere, like a rain of stones.

Those tiny sands and stones were carried around by the air waves like bullets, hitting the surrounding objects and making "crackling" sounds.

The simple fortifications built with wood were even more vulnerable and were instantly engulfed in flames.

The flames licked the wood, making a crackling sound that was particularly harsh amid the noise of battle.

Thick smoke rose from the burning fortifications, mixing with the smoke from the battlefield, making the sky even darker and more hazy.

Some firing points were directly destroyed, and the originally black muzzles of the guns instantly stopped firing.

Some of the mercenaries inside were knocked to the ground by the impact of the explosion before they could react.

Their bodies writhed in the flames, being mercilessly tossed around like fragile rag dolls, groaning in agony.

Some were directly hit by artillery shells, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, and their body parts were scattered all over the place.

The broken limbs and splattered blood, illuminated by the firelight, formed a picture of extreme tragedy that was too horrific to look at.

This powerful fire bombardment caused severe damage to the mercenaries' fortifications and greatly suppressed the enemy's firepower.

The originally dense gunfire became sparse, and the mercenaries had to temporarily hide behind the bunkers that had not been destroyed. They carefully poked their heads out, trying to find an opportunity to fight back, but they were suppressed by our continuous firepower and dared not show their heads easily.

Their eyes revealed fear and panic; their original arrogance had long since disappeared, replaced by fear of death.

Our comrades who were making feint attacks from the front and flanking maneuvers took advantage of this favorable opportunity to advance even more rapidly towards the enemy.

Their steps became more firm and powerful, and every step they took was filled with the determination to move forward.

The soldiers' eyes revealed their determination to win, and their gazes were as hot as burning flames, as if they wanted to burn all obstacles in front of them to ashes.

Because they knew that there was powerful firepower support behind them to protect them, creating more favorable conditions for their attack.

They shuttled through the hail of bullets, flexibly avoiding the occasional bullets fired by the enemy, like agile cheetahs moving through the jungle, constantly approaching the enemy's defense line.

Under the strong cover of fire support, the soldiers of the Red Third Regiment responsible for close-range assaults were like tigers with their reins untied, charging rapidly towards the core area of ​​the mercenaries with an indomitable momentum.

They ran in the hail of bullets, bullets whizzing past them, making sharp whistling sounds, as if the god of death was whispering in their ears.

Some bullets flew past their bodies, causing a stinging sensation, which felt like a hot iron gently scratching their skin, making their hearts tighten, but they had no intention of retreating.

There was a burning flame in the soldiers' eyes, which was the desire for victory and hatred for the enemy.

Their faces flushed slightly with excitement and nervousness, and the veins on their foreheads bulged like winding snakes, showing their concentration and determination at the moment.

As they got closer to the mercenaries' core area, the distance between the two sides was shortened to the point where they could see each other's faces clearly.

The soldiers showed no fear and engaged in a fierce close-range melee with the mercenaries without hesitation.