A Post-Apocalyptic Journey to Another World

The battle for the two high grounds outside Plains City has reached a fever pitch. The black wolves among the orcs seem endless. Often, after a round of artillery fire hits one group, the soldiers in the trenches hear several wolf howls in the distance, and thousands more appear out of nowhere.

Taking advantage of a lull in the black wolf charge, Company Commander Dong Ping was carefully bandaging his right arm with a military bandage, where a wound nearly thirty centimeters long lay. Just moments before, during the attack, a black wolf had broken through to the front lines and slashed him. New recruit Xiao Wang, seeing the company commander clumsily using the bandage with his left hand, rushed over to help. After managing to stop the bleeding, Xiao Wang then gave the company commander a tetanus shot.

Just as Xiao Wang took out the morphine needle again, Dong Ping stopped him: "This is just a minor injury, there's no need for morphine." After checking the medic lying beside him again, he shook his head, sighed, and said, "Xiao Wang, get someone to carry him away, he's already dead."

Two soldiers quickly arrived and carried the bodies away. Dong Ping stood up and walked out of the trench, looking at a section of trench not far behind him where twenty-five bodies lay. After several hours of fierce fighting, the Third Company had lost twenty-five men, but they had killed hundreds of black wolves. Judging by the casualty ratio alone, the results could be described as brilliant! But Dong Ping felt increasingly worried.

Just now, led by a small number of gray wolves and golden-maned lionmen, the black wolves charged into the defensive line for the first time, causing the most severe casualties in the Third Company since the start of the battle. One reason for this was that the number of black wolves increasing with each attack, but what really worried Dong Ping was that the long-range heavy artillery fire from the rear was getting weaker and weaker. The young company commander's heart grew heavier and heavier: "Are we running out of shells?"

"The enemy is gathering! They're charging again! The thirty-sixth time!" The observation post's loud shout interrupted Dong Ping's thoughts, and he immediately rushed back to the front line. He took out his binoculars to carefully examine the size of the orcs. This time, the number of black wolves had increased again, and behind them were not only gray wolves and lionmen, but also orcs—hundreds of these large, green-skinned men!

Dong Ping turned to the communications officer and said, "Call for artillery support. Tell the rear that if the artillerymen are as reluctant to use their shells as they were last time, then the position will not be able to be held!"

The orcs quickly launched another charge. The most distinctive characteristic of an orc charge is its speed; ignoring terrain, they move like galloping horses, and only overwhelming firepower can suppress their speed. The black wolves quickly surged forward like a black tide, occasionally punctuated by loud explosions from the pack – these were the few remaining landmines from the Third Company, planted at great risk by a few warriors during lulls in the orcish charge.

As the black tide drew closer, Dong Ping grew increasingly anxious. Just as he finally couldn't help but look back, the long-awaited shriek of artillery shells piercing the sky rang out. Dong Ping breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God, it's finally here!" The power of the heavy artillery did not frighten the charging beasts. The black wolf pack, already scattered, became even more dispersed after the barrage.

"80 meters! Fire!" With Dong Ping's command, the firing points rapidly spewed forth tongues of fire, weaving together a multi-layered fire net that brought down and decimated the approaching black wolves. The charging black wolf pack fell in swathes like autumn weeds under the dense fire, but the soldiers' tension grew ever higher. The sound of artillery fire overhead was fading, and every soldier understood what this meant: no artillery, no defense!

After holding out for more than ten minutes, the heavy artillery suddenly stopped. The black wolves seemed to be encouraged and charged into the barrage of fire without regard for the cost. Their corpses piled up higher and higher, even blocking the bullet field. Dong Ping was helpless in the face of this. In the intervals between previous attacks, he always had to lead his men to do a lot of effort to clear the black wolf corpses out of the bullet field, but there was no way to do so during the battle.

"Fifty meters! Flamethrower ready!" After giving the order, Dong Ping picked up a flamethrower himself. Seeing Dong Ping's movement, Xiao Wang immediately stood behind him and braced himself against his back. With a "whoosh!", a thick burst of flame shot out from Dong Ping's hand, and the huge recoil pushed him backward. Xiao Wang was swayed by the push, but immediately held on tightly to prevent Dong Ping from falling.

The area within thirty meters of the entire position was engulfed in flames. The black wolves finally became fearful; they were naturally afraid of fire, especially since the flames spewed from the flamethrowers were far more powerful than ordinary flames. Despite the gray werewolves constantly urging them on, the black wolves slowed down.

Just then, over a hundred more soldiers arrived to reinforce the Third Company's position. Leading them was Zhao Jiayao, the Fifth Company Commander and an old acquaintance of Dong Ping. Upon seeing Dong Ping, Zhao Jiayao excitedly shouted, "I'm so glad you're still alive, Dong Heizi! I've been ordered to support you!"

Dong Ping was also very happy, but he still said, "I don't need manpower, I need artillery support!"

"Buddy, don't count on artillery fire. I just passed by the artillery position, and they've already asked the division headquarters to send self-propelled guns directly to the position to crush the Black Wolves. Look at them, they actually came up with the idea of ​​using self-propelled guns to crush the werewolves. They're obviously desperate. Let's not push them any further. Those artillerymen are out of ammunition!" Zhao Jiayao said half-jokingly.

"This is no time for jokes!" Dong Ping said seriously, "We're all going to die here!"

“I know that from the moment we decided to follow our commander, we all knew what the outcome would be. The difference is that at least we can choose where we die and who we die with!” Zhao Jiayao said, looking at Dong Ping. Dong Ping was serious and meticulous, while Zhao Jiayao was cheerful and loved to joke, but these two very different people were close friends.

Dong Ping turned around and glanced at Zhao Jiayao. The two had been comrades-in-arms for many years and had gone through life and death together many times. It seemed that this time they would die together.

Suddenly, several heavy footsteps sounded from the other side of the flames. The soldiers immediately turned their fire towards the source of the sound. A soldier holding a flamethrower saw a huge green figure emerge from the flames. An invisible force field separated the flames from its green skin, leaving it completely unharmed. Bullets fired at it could only pierce its skin, causing minor damage, and could not go any further.

This orc was at least a mid-level Silver rank. With a roar, it raised a warhammer and smashed the flamethrower in front of it away. Dozens of other orcs rushed out from behind it, tearing a gap in the position. Soon, the black wolves swarmed in through the gap!

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