Chapter 843: The Mountain of Bones 52

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"Kill them!"

On the slope north of the pass, Commander Lieutenant General Mark was roaring with bloodshot eyes. Hundreds of artillery pieces irregularly placed on the defense line were firing downwards, and at the front of the artillery line, behind multiple bunkers, the infantry were also firing with their guns.

Below them were the infantrymen of the Yan Army column who were advancing across the terrain. Now, under the cover of artillery fire, they were advancing up the slope from several directions. However, although they were protected by artillery shells, they would inevitably expose their positions if they advanced forward, so at this moment they were suffering fierce resistance from above.

But even so, they still moved forward unswervingly despite casualties, and this radical behavior made Mark realize that the intensity of the enemy's attack this time was by no means a small one.

During the short rest period, the logistics soldiers delivered additional ammunition, but there was no time to transfer the wounded on the defense line. Now the enemy suddenly increased their offensive. Mark was anxious, and felt that the enemy might continue to attack fiercely. Immediately, amid the rumbling of artillery fire, Mark hurriedly called a signalman and shouted into his ear:

"Request assistance from headquarters immediately, we need more troops to defend here!!"

A moment ago, Mark had learned from the communications soldier that in the past few hours, the battle situation south of the pass was roughly the same as here. The Yan people always launched the attack at the same time and then ended it at the same time.

The situation on the front battlefield was completely different. Although the main force of the Yan people was on the main road, they had only bombed for a while a few hours ago and had not attacked again since then. However, most of the troops for this defensive operation were deployed in front of the pass.

Immediately afterwards, the communications soldier quickly conveyed Mark's request for help to the rear.

Fifteen minutes later, the message for help was sent to the combat command center where Dylan was.

"Sir, General Mark is requesting reinforcements. The enemy's attack this time is no less powerful than the initial offensive. We have suffered heavy casualties on our defense line. The enemy has not only launched a fierce bombing, but has also sent infantry to advance!"

After the signalman delivered the message, Dylan's face darkened and he said, "Fight first and wait a little longer."

Just a few minutes later, the communications soldiers returning from the southern battlefield also brought the latest battle situation.

"Sir, the enemy's offensive is fierce and they have begun to advance, engaging our troops in multiple areas."

"Do you need reinforcements?" Dylan asked in a deep voice.

"General Pacter did not request reinforcements. Although the enemy's offensive is fierce, our defense is very tight and dense, making it difficult for them to advance." The communications soldier replied immediately.

As soon as these words came out, the deputy general Xi Suo beside Dylan said in a deep voice: "Sir, it seems that this time they have focused their attack on the battlefield in the north."

"I think we need to send troops to reinforce General Mark immediately."

After he finished speaking, Dylan asked, "Is there no sign of the enemy troops in front attacking yet?"

The signalman shook his head and said, "No, sir."

After thinking for a while, Dylan gave the order: "Let Kyle send 5,000 men to the north for reinforcement."

The messenger immediately took the order and left, but the deputy frowned and asked, "Sir, sending 5,000 people to reinforce may not be enough."

Dylan shook his head: "That's enough, unless the Yan people really concentrate their forces on the northern front. And now, I don't think they really want to break through from the north."

"If we want to send as many troops as possible to the pass as quickly as possible, the main road is the most suitable place. Although the two wings are fighting fiercely, the terrain is rugged and they cannot send a large number of troops up in a short time."

"The more they don't attack from the front, the more they are hiding their true goal. I believe they will eventually choose the front as the direction of breakthrough."

After these words came out, the deputy's face changed slightly, and he said, "So now it's all a feint attack. They are just diverting our attention so that we can neglect the frontal defense?"

Dilan hummed and said, "That's why we can't send more troops to support. The north and south sides have big slopes and the terrain is very undulating. It's not easy for the Yan people to rush up."

At this point, Dylan took a deep breath and continued, "If the Yan people still cannot achieve effective advancement on the northern front, I think... they will either temporarily cease fighting, or... launch a real strong attack."

It was just after five in the morning.

The soldiers who came to support the northern front had just arrived, but the fighting at the foot of the mountain gradually died down. Mark stared with red eyes and angrily roared at the disintegrating Yan soldiers below:

"Asshole! Come on! Come on!"

"Aren't you afraid of death? Come on! I'm waiting for you!"

"You cowards! Why are you running?!"

Unlike Mark who was extremely angry and clamored to continue fighting, the soldiers hiding in various bunkers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the enemy slow down its offensive.

This fierce battle in the mountains has been going on since seven or eight o'clock last night until now. The few breaks in the middle were their rare short breathing time. Up to now, one familiar companion after another has been killed around them. Those who came later took over the battle, but lost their lives again in a very short time. In the meantime, the dilapidated positions and defenses are still there, but the fighters have been replaced one after another.

Now, in this tattered mountain, there are countless broken limbs and debris lying all over the place, both their own and the enemy's. If they continue, there is no doubt that they will become one of them, so the brief ceasefire at this moment is extremely precious.

After Mark yelled a few words angrily, he did not forget his duty. He immediately ordered the logistics soldiers to transport ammunition to various strongholds during this period of time, and let the soldiers rest as soon as possible to prevent the next attack by the enemy.

At the same time, the fierce fighting in the south gradually weakened and finally ceased fire. The Yan army made basically no progress in this fierce attack that lasted less than half an hour.

Afterwards, the communications soldiers who rushed back from the north and south reported the battle situation to Dylan.

"Sir, this attack was more intense than the last one, but it lasted for a shorter time. I think it's just as you guessed. We saw through the Yan people's tactics."

"It will be dawn in two hours. I think there is a high probability that they will cease fire." The deputy said with a little excitement.

Dylan rubbed his forehead and said tiredly, "From what I can see now, it does seem like there is a lack of follow-up."

"After daybreak, our vision will be clearer and their attack will become more difficult. I hope they will cease fire now."

"But there are still two hours before dawn..." Dylan turned his head and looked towards the east. The night seemed to get darker before dawn, and the snow falling from the sky had not stopped until now.