107: Chapter 107 To live and die together, to die without regret.

The bunker where Wang Ye was stationed was also hit during the second artillery bombardment.

The primary objective of the Japanese bombardment, besides hitting the ground positions, was to strike the fortified structures on Yuhuatai.

If these fortifications weren't dealt with, the Japanese would inevitably pay a heavy price to take Yuhuatai.

Facing the Japanese shelling, Wang Ye was helpless inside the bunker and could only hide within.

"Being bombarded like this constantly is so frustrating. I feel like Brother Wang should just charge out and fight the Japanese to the death."

"Exactly, taking this shelling passively is just too agonizing."

"Don't think it's that easy. Charging out would just make him cannon fodder, wouldn't it? With that wave of shelling this morning, how could anyone survive outside? You can't just start a new game every few minutes."

"I just played a round, and I ended up getting blown to bits in a trench right at the start. Can you guys imagine the sight of the sky full of shells and explosions everywhere? I didn't even know how to survive; I didn't even last five minutes."

"With this kind of Japanese firepower, I feel like surviving for four hours would earn a score of sixty."

"It's too tragic. I really don't know how these soldiers fought to the death without retreating in such a situation."

The viewers in the livestream room watched the broadcast as Wang Ye and the others took cover from the artillery fire inside the bunker.

There was no other way; the Japanese hadn't broken through the front lines yet, so they didn't need to step in for the time being.

If the Japanese broke through those front positions, it would be their turn to sacrifice themselves for the country.

Wang Ye didn't dare get close to the observation slit. With artillery fire flying everywhere outside, it wouldn't be worth it if a piece of shrapnel flew in through the hole.

The second bombardment lasted about an hour before it finally ended.

By now, it was nearing noon.

Wang Ye was starving and went to look for food, but there were only coarse grain cakes.

Looking at the coarse grain cake in his hand, he could only eat it with water to prevent himself from choking.

Silently gnawing on the bad-tasting coarse grain, Wang Ye didn't complain.

If these Chinese Soldiers could eat it, why couldn't he?

Gradually, he had stopped viewing these soldiers as mindless NPCs and instead saw them as living, intelligent people.

If he had initially started streaming the game just to ride the hype, he was now completely in love with it.

Of course, he was also making some money through the livestream while he was at it.

He was enduring hardships for his brothers and earning a little compensation for his efforts.

Because playing this game was truly taxing on one's life.

If one couldn't stomach the gore or didn't have a strong psychological threshold, they wouldn't be able to stream this game for long at all.

After all, war wasn't kind or beautiful; it was bloody and cruel.

It was only because Wang Ye's psychological resilience was strong enough; anyone else would have broken down and quit long ago.

Even without experiencing it firsthand, the viewers watching the livestream were terrified.

While Wang Ye was still gnawing on his dry rations, he heard gunfire again.

The Japanese were attacking again, and the flames of war were reignited at the lowest positions.

Listening to the sounds of artillery outside the bunker, Wang Ye and the others suddenly lost their appetites.

"The Japanese are attacking again. I wonder when it will be our turn to go out," Chen Zheng said softly.

If possible, no one wanted war, not even these soldiers.

After all, no one wanted to die.

But sometimes, avoiding war wasn't just a matter of their own wishes.

Just because they didn't want it didn't mean others didn't.

Others coveted their wealth, their land, and even wanted to destroy their nation and exterminate their race.

"Hopefully later," Wang Ye sighed softly.

"Sigh," Chen Zheng sighed as well.

After they finished their dry rations, afternoon soon arrived.

The Japanese offensive at noon was beaten back once more.

The Japanese failed to break through the positions, and after leaving behind a field of corpses, they retreated in a hurry.

But similarly, the casualties on the overall front line were also very heavy.

The overall quality and equipment of the Japanese were stronger than theirs. Although they used fortifications and the advantage of high ground, the advantage wasn't that great.

Facing Japanese infantry was one thing, but against Japanese artillery shells, it hardly mattered.

Under the wild bombardment of Japanese shells, the trenches were leveled as if they were mere decorations.

The afternoon sun hung high, marking the hottest part of the day.

On the front line positions, although winter was approaching and the temperature was beginning to drop...

...at this time, the positions were sweltering.

The remaining vegetation around them burned with flames; the fires of war spread across the land.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the battlefield.

At this moment, corpses were everywhere on the positions. There was no time to bury them before they were covered by new bodies.

The surviving soldiers lay in trenches only thirty to forty centimeters deep. Although the trenches had been leveled to such a degree, they still served a defensive purpose.

At least they could dodge some bullets, which was much better than being on flat ground.

However, at that moment...

...they saw an uninvited guest.

This uninvited guest was heard before it was seen.

The roar of an engine approached from afar, reaching the ears of the soldiers on the positions.

Their expressions immediately turned grim.

There was a battalion of soldiers guarding the front line, but now the remaining soldiers of this battalion were less than a company.

In the distance, the silhouettes of Japanese tanks appeared in the sight of the front-line soldiers.

They were Japanese Type 89 Tanks.

For soldiers who had almost no ability to destroy tanks, this was undoubtedly bad news.

But there was no choice; if the tanks came, they had to be destroyed, or else they would all die under those tanks.

Seeing these tanks, the Battalion Commander immediately gathered some of the surviving soldiers to form a Suicide Squad to blow up the tanks.

"Brothers, the Japanese have deployed tanks, and they aren't far from us now. If we don't deal with these tanks, we'll all be left here."

"Furthermore, these tanks will threaten our comrades behind us. Now we need to form a Suicide Squad to destroy those tanks."

"Who wants to join?" Battalion Commander Battalion Commander Zhang Yan asked with a serious expression as he looked at the surviving soldiers.

"Me!"

"And me!"

"I'll join too!"

"..."

The surviving soldiers stepped forward eagerly to join the Suicide Squad.

There wasn't a hint of hesitation on their faces.

They had long since put life and death aside, having watched their comrades and companions die on this battlefield.

If they lived on in cowardice, they wouldn't be able to forgive themselves.

Now that the Japanese had deployed tanks, many soldiers wanted to blow them up to avenge their fallen companions.

Seeing his brothers so eager to join the Suicide Squad, Battalion Commander Zhang Yan felt deeply gratified.

With such heroic brothers, he could die with no regrets.

"Good. But the Suicide Squad only needs twenty men; the first twenty to join will be the squad. I will gather all the remaining explosive packs and grenades in the battalion for you to destroy those tanks."

After selecting twenty men, Battalion Commander Zhang Yan had everyone collect the remaining explosive packs and grenades.

After equipping every member of the Suicide Squad with explosive packs and bundled grenades, the remaining grenades were placed at various points around the position.