180: Best Choice

This group of opponents, fierce as hungry wolves, pounced on their target without hesitation once they saw an opportunity.

Before long, two more tanks that had charged too quickly fell into their trap.

The tide of battle changed in an instant, and the previously one-sided advantage seemed to be quietly reversing.

At this moment, Xiao Adam's forehead was covered in cold sweat; although he had relayed Xu Ning's instructions as quickly as possible, it still took time for everyone to react immediately.

The cries for help and wails coming from within the two destroyed tanks were clearly audible through the still-open communication equipment, like sharp daggers piercing everyone's heart.

"I don't want to die... come save me quickly, they're getting close."

"Then retreat quickly."

"Hurry, whoever it is, give me machine gun support, the enemy is already near me, I can hear their movements outside."

"Save me."

...

Fear spread rapidly like a plague, and even the tank crews who were not yet in deep peril began to become flustered and uneasy.

In this chaos, life and death were separated by only a thin line.

The tank's main cannon looked left and right like a fierce beast, but ignored the silent coaxial machine gun beside it, as if forgetting the existence of this sharp weapon.

The battle seemed destined to slide towards an irreversible defeat.

On the edge of the battlefield, Norvich's face was illuminated by a sudden joy, and the hand gripping the binoculars trembled slightly with excitement.

The expected great rout had miraculously reversed the situation, and at this moment, his troops were preparing to launch a counterattack.

"Are we really going to win?" Doubt flashed through his mind, as if he couldn't believe the scene before him.

However, the situation before him was crystal clear; now was the best time to counterattack, and Norvich would not easily miss this opportunity to turn the tide.

"Attention all, infantrymen, stand up and charge!" he ordered.

Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, he wanted to crush the opponent in one go and wash away the previous humiliation.

Just as the order was quickly transmitted to the front line via radio, a hint of unease suddenly welled up in Norvich's heart.

Recalling the enemy's previous performance, they were clearly not easy opponents to deal with.

So, why would they make such an obvious mistake? Unless it was a trap!

Cold sweat seeped from Norvich's forehead, and he realized he had nearly stepped into a carefully laid trap.

"Damn it, I was almost fooled by that cunning opponent, what a difficult guy to deal with."

He immediately changed his mind, "New order: All soldiers retreat, covered by tanks, tell them to proceed cautiously, this is likely the enemy's ploy."

The Signal Corps Operator froze for a moment, then quickly carried out the new instructions, repeating the warning: "Everyone retreat, tanks provide cover, remember, be wary of possible schemes, maintain vigilance."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xu Ning's mood was equally anxious.

The retreat order just issued had thrown the troops into chaos, followed immediately by a fierce enemy attack.

Time was pressing, and he had to stabilize the situation as quickly as possible, reorganize the defense, to cope with the upcoming new round of challenges.

On the battlefield filled with artillery fire, Xu Ning's voice transmitted through the radio waves, carrying an undeniable determination: "Xiao Adam, have the rear tanks fire with full force, aim forward, and sweep the area, don't worry about friendly fire, the armor of those steel behemoths is impenetrable, the coaxial machine guns cannot penetrate their defense at all."

"Understood."

Xiao Adam's reply was firm and swift, as if he had long anticipated this moment.

In this critical moment of life and death, Xu Ning knew that only by adopting such a strategy could he effectively delay the enemy's offensive.

At the same time, his fingers had skillfully adjusted the intercom channel: "Xie Biao, it's time to act.

I need you and your team to charge out and clear out the infantry moving around the tanks."

"This will be a life-and-death struggle."

Xu Ning's voice carried a hint of heaviness, "The enemy still has hundreds of elites alive.

You must be extremely careful."

"Received."

Xie Biao responded.

As the order was given, Xu Ning felt nervous; this mission might mean the life or death of the members of the Pigeon Hunting Squad, but he had no choice, only by holding onto these tanks could victory be possible for them.

Soon, the sound of machine guns from the rear tanks began to echo on the battlefield, accompanied by the painful wails of enemy soldiers.

If they had been a step later, perhaps more comrades would have fallen in pools of blood.

Just then, Little John suddenly exclaimed: "Mr. Xu, look, the enemy seems to be retreating."

Xu Ning's heart jolted, and his gaze immediately turned to the observation window.

The scene before him was hard to believe: The enemy tanks that were originally preparing to attack again had stopped advancing and were turning around and leaving; the infantry following them were also rapidly retreating, disappearing from view.

"What's going on?" Xu Ning was filled with confusion.

It was clearly the best time for the enemy to counterattack, so why would they give up so easily?

Although he didn't understand, at least the most pressing problem had been alleviated for now.

"Anyway, the tanks are saved."

Xu Ning comforted himself secretly, while directing the rest of the troops to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

After a brief but intense clash, four precious Poor Oddity Tanks were reduced to ruins, the cost was indeed heavy.

However, in this confrontation, they still held the upper hand.

Looking at the setting sun about to sink below the horizon, tonight would be another sleepless night.

As night fell, the enemy seemed to be planning tomorrow's counterattack.

"Although they suffered heavy losses, the command center is still safe and sound.

Once enemy reinforcements arrive, the situation will be extremely unfavorable to us..."

Xu Ning mused inwardly.

His team did not possess the sustained combat power to match the enemy, and if they could not completely defeat the opponent in one go, they would eventually be worn down on this land by the continuously arriving reinforcements.

Xu Ning's fingers lightly stroked his chin, his thoughts churning like waves.

Just then, a flash of inspiration shone brightly in his mind, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a sly smile.

"Perhaps, the cover of night will be the best choice..."

...

Norvich's face was shrouded in a layer of gloom, as he slowly climbed down from the tank wreckage, turning to look at the Signal Corps Operator beside him, his eyes revealing suppressed anger.

"How many did we lose?"

The Signal Corps Operator quickly opened the report in his hand, his voice trembling slightly: "Officer, we lost a total of 26 tanks, and over 300 soldiers were killed or wounded.

Currently, there are only 226 soldiers and 5 tanks remaining."

As the numbers were reported, Norvich's face grew paler, as if covered in frost and snow.

This battle not only severely weakened the troops but also cast an indelible shadow over his military career.

"Damn it, this is hell."

Norvich's hand trembled as he fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart with nicotine.

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