Pusen put away the notebook. After all, it was the scholar's relic.

He did such a trivial thing and felt a little numb and irritated from nowhere.

Fifteen minutes later, Taihui launched a second attack. The soldiers wearing steel helmets spread out in a skirmish line and crawled 500 meters away.

Posen could not count the number of people and could not tell the direction of the attack. He used semaphore to ask about the ridge position, and the answer he received was that they were about to face at least one battalion.

Pusen understood to some extent that the enemy had not yet regrouped, or they simply looked down on the small defensive force.

That battalion had been lying there for a while. Poussin didn't know what they were waiting for, but it was certainly not a good thing.

After a long wait, artillery fire once again hit the defense line, and this time the bombardment was very fierce, far more intensive than any previous one.

The soldiers blocked their ears and hid.

The ridge position was also covered by artillery fire, and there were already casualties. The deputy captain adjusted his deployment despite the artillery fire to minimize attrition.

The extremely ferocious shells showed no mercy, and most of the soldiers could not hear any orders, and their hurried escape was all based on subconscious choices.

The bombardment lasted for half an hour, and the fog that filled the sky obscured everything.

The two positions seemed to be buried. Most of the soldiers did not react at all after the shelling. Their ears were bleeding with dried blood.

By the time everyone crawled out of the soil, the charge of Taihui's army was already close at hand, and they chose to attack the defense line under the ridge.

Pousin ran all the way and dug people out of the cat's ear holes. The voice he shouted sounded so strange even to himself, but he ignored the awkwardness and dug around like crazy to pull people out.

"Defense! Defense!"

Soldiers who could not hear the sound would be pushed into position by Pu Sensheng, and he would repeat the simple and rough work.

Dots of gunshots formed a simple defense. Many soldiers could not hear the sound at all. If there was no recoil when shooting, they would even doubt whether the shot was actually fired.

There is one best thing for soldiers in the chaos. When the ears are unable to hear, there is no sense of guilt in pulling the trigger. Coupled with the silence and no distractions, shooting becomes more calm than ever.

More and more soldiers joined in the shooting. Rifles, machine guns, the foot of the mountain, the ridge, all the firepower was poured into the skirmishing line.

Countless Taihui soldiers fell down in different postures during the charge. They would fight back in a hurry, hide in craters to seek opportunities, and some would charge desperately.

Pousin saw with his own eyes that a Taihui soldier was overwhelmed by the flying bullets. He stood there and looked around blankly, and was finally knocked down by bullets fired from the ridge.

The charging enemies were unable to cope with the firepower coming from both sides, and some did not know which direction to shoot in.

That ridge was despairing. The Taihui soldiers could not see the ridge clearly through the fog in the sky, but they could easily see it clearly. This feeling of despair made them rush to the defense line at the foot of the mountain more firmly.

Posen drew his pistol and fired each round until all the bullets were empty.

One machine gunner was hit in the only exposed head, but before he let go of his hand, a series of bullets were thrown into the sky before stopping.

The brave and fearless people have arrived at the front line. After the successive injuries, there are also a few people who have escaped the layers of fire. A brutal close combat has begun inside and outside the trenches.

No one would reload after firing the last shot, there was simply no time.

Some people rushed into the trenches, and some people rushed out of the trenches. It was impossible for the soldiers in the ridge position to participate, and they could only rely on the terrain advantages to suppress the enemies who had not yet entangled them.

Posen hit a man on the head with his pistol, stretched out his remaining hand to grab the man's weapon, and dragged him and the gun into the trench.

He immediately jumped down, picked up a hot stone, and hit the vital parts hard.

After finishing one of them, before he could stand up, someone kicked him in the back.

The soldier behind kicked Pusen down and pulled the bolt of the gun. At that moment, Pusen pulled out the second pistol and shot it with his backhand, right between the eyebrows.

When Posen barely stood up, his platoon leader pushed an enemy against the wall with his rifle sideways, twisted his waist, and hit the enemy in the face with the rifle butt.

When the enemy completely lost the ability to resist, the platoon leader chose the second person to attack.

Poussin knocked down two of them with his pistol. In front of him, two enemies picked up a thin soldier with their bayonets.

They also focused on the one-armed officer.

Without the gunfire, many people's hearing has been restored. The first sound they heard was the helpless moans outside the trenches, the roars of the assassins, and the screams and screams everywhere.

The ghostly howl.

The sound of rapid breathing makes people addicted, and the monotonous sound of gunshots wakes people up.

Under the cover of cannon fodder and dust, people fight against each other, using all means to fight.

To deal with a man with only one hand, there is no need for two close comrades to unite. One of them separated to continue the challenge, while the other licked his lips and charged straight at him with his bayonet still hanging with some pieces of clothing.

Pusen leaned his body to avoid the knife, grabbed the hot barrel of the gun with his backhand, and pulled the enemy to the front with force, and then put his knee on the enemy's abdomen.

The enemy showed disbelief in front of Pusen and slowly lay down.

Poussin removed the bayonet from the gun and threw the pistol aside.

He grabbed the bayonet and stabbed each one.

Several soldiers were frightened, because in front of their eyes, Pusen stabbed a Taihui soldier six times with his bayonet, and he did so very fast, in the blink of an eye.

These soldiers then joined Poussin's formation, bringing death to the enemies in the trenches like the Grim Reaper.

There are only a few people left in Taihui's battalion, many of whom don't even have guns anymore and are focused on escaping.

After the battle, there were less than ten people left in the defense line.

Most of the remaining ones had dull faces, and two of them had suffered severe mental trauma. They clenched their rifles and looked carefully at their comrades around them, with their eyes looking at the enemy.

The most horrifying thing was not only the gray corpses, but also the craters outside the trenches, and the Taihui soldiers who were lucky enough to survive inside the craters, making low cries of pain.

After doing a simple inventory, Pusen ordered to abandon the defensive line and everyone went to the ridge. There was no need to hold on here.

In the circular position, the deputy captain counted their remaining weapons and ammunition.

The good news is that they have enough weapons, the bad news is that there is nothing more than enough weapons.

There are enough guns but not enough bullets, there are enough bullets but not enough people.

Despair can be seen on everyone's face.

"How many more of us are there?"

Pusen asked the two platoon commanders. The temporary platoon commander was hit by a shell, and now the entire position is full of his fragments.

"Thirty-four, that's all that's left."

"I know." Pousin wiped the bayonet on his trouser leg, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost noon, there are more than eight hours left, forget it, it doesn't matter how long it is."

The platoon leader who answered the question was very frustrated. The current situation is such that there is no hope at all.

Pousin plunged the bayonet he had finally wiped clean into the soil. He smelled the disgusting smell of blood in the air and closed his eyes.

"Call me if something happens."

How many soldiers thought they had adapted to death. They thought they had long been numb. But this time, they were defeated again. No matter how much they experienced, no one could completely calm down their heart for this kind of thing.

The two platoon leaders did not scold the crying soldiers. Those who were about to go crazy due to depression were the ones who should be taken care of the most right now.

If a person can cry, it means that he has not reached the final step of collapse.

Almost everyone is afraid, will they be the next one? In what sudden way, they will be ruthlessly killed.

A gust of cool wind blew the dust in the sky, trying to blow away the shrouded .

A soldier put the muzzle of his gun to his chin. Just when everyone was trying to stop him, the soldier put down his gun.

And this move really brought out the existing illusion.

Pusen had a very restless sleep this night. He was in a state of half-asleep and half-awake until someone woke him up.
Chapter completed!