Chapter 825: The Mountain of Bones 34

Under the quiet moonlight, among the looming valleys and dense forests, clusters of flashing fire lit up everywhere, invisible bullets flew through the air, and from time to time there were a few muffled groans and sounds of people falling to the ground. At this moment, the Yan army was fighting a fierce battle with the Golts.

The rugged terrain restricted everyone's position. No matter which side they were on, they could only choose the nearest cover and then shoot in the direction of the fire on the opposite side. Gunshots rang out everywhere, but there were few sounds of people shouting.

This was certainly not a silent battle, as bullets were constantly hitting trees, rocks, and the ground. The Golts soldiers hiding behind the bunkers calmly followed the tactical instructions from the various squads. Basically, each squad was in a different position, and some soldiers were still running carefully during the battle, just to keep moving and make it difficult for the enemy to find their position.

This is their usual way of fighting in the mountains, and most soldiers' marksmanship is more accurate than that of ordinary infantry. After all, if the marksmanship is not good enough, you cannot become a mountain infantry. Among the eight armies of the empire, the mountain infantry division of the Sixth Army has the strongest individual combat capability.

Previously, the Enzos Mountains were their training ground. It was for this reason that after learning that the military factory had fallen, von Palen immediately asked Dylan to lead the Sixth Army to the front line. If the battle on the front line was unfavorable and the Yan people advanced to Enzos, then the Sixth Army would definitely be the best weapon to defeat the enemy.

Now, as the exchange of fire became more and more intense, the Gothic soldiers realized that the enemy had also organized a large attack group, and in this attack group, more and more combat teams were exposed. They were entrenched in various places, attacking their own side in different directions. Correspondingly, more and more of their own positions were exposed.

Although it was night and the vision was greatly obstructed, the flashes from the shooting were extremely conspicuous.

"Captain, the enemy has too many firepower output points. We may have to fight all night..." A Gothic soldier who was loading bullets in an infantry squad hiding behind a rugged rock said nervously.

He carefully hid his body behind the rocks, hunched over to try not to expose his head outside, while the gun in his hand was standing on the ground. There were still dozens of bullets left in the leather bag around his waist. Although half of the bullets had been fired, the soldier knew that he had not hit many enemies.

There were too many shelters in the mountains, and it was night time, which reduced everyone's hit rate a lot, and most of the bullets fired could not cause any damage to the enemy.

After hearing what the soldier said, the squad leader said with a serious face:

"It's not like we haven't fought all night!"

"But I don't have many bullets left..." The soldier who still hadn't finished reloading his bullets had his wrists shaking. Although the fighting was fierce, the cold weather still made his fingers a little stiff from the cold.

"Then shoot accurately!" The captain fixed his hawk-like eyes on a huge dead tree several dozen meters away and pulled the trigger with a "bang".

Bang, bang!

Immediately afterwards, two gunshots were heard. He hurriedly sat down on the ground, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Damn it!" The captain cursed in a low voice, turned his head to look at his left arm, blood oozing from his forearm, the pain kept coming, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Captain, you've been shot!" Several exclamations came from the side.

"It's just a scratch, don't make a fuss! Keep an eye on the Yan people and don't let them get close to us!" the captain growled.

"Yes!" The soldiers agreed, their eyes fixed on those fire output points, aiming their guns at those places, waiting for the enemy's figures to be exposed outside the bunker. At the same time, several people were responsible for looking left and right, providing continuous vigilance for the team to prevent the enemy from sneaking over from the left and right wings.

The captain simply wrapped his injured left arm with gauze, then took out his pocket watch to check the time. It was already early in the morning, the coldest time of the day.

Although the sunlight is strong during the day, it is still cold in the mountains after nightfall, especially at this time, the untrampled ground is even covered with a layer of silvery frost.

"Use your bullets sparingly and don't shoot randomly when you don't see anyone. The night is still long and the number of enemies won't decrease in a short time!" the captain said coldly.

In fact, without waiting for his reminder, the soldiers were already saving bullets as much as possible. In the first two hours of fighting, they were all eager to eliminate the enemy quickly, so as long as they confirmed the enemy's location, they would continue to shoot with their guns. This did work in the beginning, but as time went on, people in each team gradually found that the number of enemies was increasing.

Obviously, the troops behind them were sending more people to support them, but this was not the worst news. The worst news was that the enemy's squad was infiltrating their side, and the multiple bunkers held by their side were gradually being plundered by the enemy. This squad had to withdraw from the front to the back out of necessity.

"There's someone on the left! Be careful..." At this time, a soldier suddenly shouted hurriedly.

Almost at the moment he shouted, seven or eight bullets suddenly fired from the side, followed by several muffled groans.

"Quick! Move immediately and change place!" The captain, who was lucky enough to avoid the bullet, growled and led the remaining seven or eight soldiers to quickly run to another group of rocks not far away.

"Sususu!"

During the movement, under the silvery moonlight, the Yanbing combat team that had invaded the rear flank of the Goltish battle group shot at them expressionlessly.

Under this combat team, there were several Gothic corpses lying in all directions. This stronghold had just been captured by Yanbing not long ago. After taking it, they did not immediately shoot at the enemy squad, but waited until other combat teams of their own passed by here and invaded deep into the enemy's territory before opening fire.

For this reason, even if the retreating enemy unit managed to avoid the bullets and moved to the rear bunker, they would still die in the attack of another unit of their own.

"It's time to move forward! His Majesty has ordered that we must advance as far as possible tonight, penetrate behind the enemy, and cooperate with the frontal troops to capture the pass tomorrow!"

"go!"

The squad began to move, and at the same time, dozens of similar combat teams were moving forward in this three or four kilometer-long horizontal irregular mountain front. The combat team with the smoothest movement had even advanced to a depth of two or three kilometers vertically.

At the same time, Kyle on the pass was paying attention to the war, and the signalmen were constantly bringing back news.

"Very good, just as I expected!"

"After my troops join the battle, don't even think about scouting the terrain! If you don't follow the main road, then get out of Enzos! If you want to continue fighting, then expect to be wiped out by us!" Kyle shouted coldly with his arms folded.