204: Chapter 204 Using the Weak to Defeat the Strong

At the edge of the snowy plains, United States Marine Corps tanks were crushing across the frozen river. The machine gunner on the roof wore fuzzy earmuffs, and the white mist from his breath glowed with a warm hue in the morning light.

Wang Ye looked at the enemy troops in the distance, and his heart immediately became alert.

Having played Pacific War before, he knew about this MeeLeeSoft, which was the most powerful nation in the game's background.

It was also the primary nation that brought about the surrender of the Little Devils; two "Little Boys" had beaten the Little Devils' Emperor until he lost the will to resist.

If this game's background was a continuation of the World War II series.

Then the US military opposite them should be the army of the most powerful nation in this world.

Not to mention anything else, just look at their lineup.

A fully mechanized configuration of tanks and trucks was already stronger than the defending troops.

Wang Ye watched the US military closing in, and soon the battle began.

"Fire!"

The squad leader beside Wang Ye fired first, the intense sound of gunfire echoing across this land.

The enemy opposite them was caught off guard, suffering significant casualties for a moment.

However, they quickly organized a counterattack.

The tank's cannon turned, firing the first shell toward the position where Wang Ye was located.

As the first shell shot out of the tank's barrel, Wang Ye saw a shell flying toward his side.

At this moment, he felt the whole world slow down.

In his eyes, there was only this single shell.

However, this was merely his hallucination.

The next moment, his world was left with only a sharp ringing in his ears.

The heat wave sent his comrade beside him flying, the soldier falling into the snow like a ragdoll, flames burning on the back of his cotton coat.

Once he regained his senses, he hurriedly rolled on the snow to extinguish the flames on his cotton coat.

Then, without a word, he crawled back to continue loading ammunition.

"Aim for the fuel tank!"

The squad leader shouted.

The machine gunner trembled as he aimed at the fuel tank of the low-energy truck, only to find everything blurry in the sight, his eyelashes having frozen together at some point.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot from his right leg. The machine gunner looked down and saw a large patch of bright red spreading on the snow, yet he couldn't feel the pain; the low temperature had long since numbed his nerves.

The squad leader noticed the gunfire beside him had stopped and immediately looked at the machine gunner, only to find that the machine gunner had collapsed onto the ground.

"Medic!" the squad leader shouted.

"The Medic has frozen to death!" a hoarse, desperate roar rang out.

Wang Ye recovered from the lingering shock of the explosion.

Hearing this roar, he immediately turned his head to look.

He saw a young man wearing a Red Cross armband curled up in a corner, clutching a first-aid kit in his arms, his whole body covered in a layer of translucent frost.

The young man was curled up quietly, without the slightest movement.

Looking at this young man, Wang Ye felt a lump in his throat.

The young man looked no more than fifteen or sixteen, yet he was already a veteran on the battlefield.

It was just that now, this veteran had fallen on the battlefield.

The viewers in the livestream room, seeing this scene, couldn't help but fall silent.

After a good while, a viewer finally spoke up.

"He looks like he's only fifteen or sixteen; he went to the battlefield so young."

"Sigh, this scene is truly heartbreaking."

"At this age, he should be carefree and in school, but now he is lying on the battlefield."

"Sigh, having watched Brother Wang's livestream for so long, I've understood one truth. If a nation has no dignity, how can its people have any? Dignity is fought for on the battlefield; it is exchanged for by the desperate efforts of countless hot-blooded youths."

"Indeed, how fortunate we are to be able to live in China now."

Wang Ye looked away; he couldn't bear to keep watching.

The battle continued, and the machine gunner beside him had fallen.

Wang Ye immediately took over his position.

He gripped the machine gun and kept firing toward the enemy truck's fuel tank below.

Soon, the fuel tank of a truck was pierced by bullets.

An explosion rang out from the enemy convoy; the fuel tank had been ignited by the machine gun bullets, with considerable force.

Wang Ye did not let go of the machine gun, the machine gun's tongue of fire pouring continuously down toward the enemies below.

Just after firing for a few minutes, another shell landed beside him.

This shell blew him onto the ground, causing the machine gun to fall as well.

"Cough, cough!" Wang Ye spat out two mouthfuls of blood, but as the blood landed on the snow, it immediately froze into blood-ice.

Wang Ye hurriedly propped up the machine gun beside him. Determining it wasn't badly damaged, he immediately lifted the machine gun back onto the trench.

But before he could get up to continue firing, countless shells landed on the position.

The shadow of the enemy tanks loomed over the position.

Wang Ye couldn't lift his head at all.

Once he poked his head out to fire, he would be greeted by tank shells.

Shells exploded not far from him, and the snow kicked up by the shockwaves of the explosions kept covering his body.

The enemy's firepower was extremely powerful. Although they had the advantage of the initial surprise attack, they were quickly suppressed afterward.

Facing the tank bombardment, Wang Ye and the others had no way to counter it.

Even if they wanted to charge down and blow up those tanks, the distance was one or two hundred meters; there was no way to charge across.

Over this distance, the enemy infantry would not sit idly by.

Charging down would only increase casualties in vain and mean certain death.

Under the suppression of the tank's firepower, the enemy infantry attacked up the hillside.

Once any soldier dared to poke their head out to shoot, they would be met with covering fire from the enemy tanks.

The enemy tanks' ammunition seemed inexhaustible; whenever a soldier poked their head out, several shells would be fired over.

Facing so many shells, one might survive if they were lucky, but most were blown to death.

Wang Ye watched this scene, gritting his teeth, and did not impulsively poke his head out.

He was waiting, waiting for the enemy to charge onto the position.

Poking his head out now would only make him a target for the enemy tanks.

Once the enemy infantry charged up, the enemy tanks would inevitably be unable to continue shelling.

Since there was no way to stop the enemy infantry from charging up anyway.

It was better to just stay hunkered down in the position to reduce casualties.

The squad leader beside him naturally understood this; he immediately shouted: "Everyone stay down, wait for that bunch of American devils to come up, then we'll fight."

Hearing this, Wang Ye gripped the machine gun in his hands.

The biting cold froze his hands onto the machine gun.

However, it was as if Wang Ye didn't feel it; his hands still gripped it tightly.

In reality, Wang Ye truly didn't feel it.

Because his hands had long since lost all sensation; although they could still move, they were extremely stiff.

Just as he had waited for a long while, the enemy finally climbed onto the position.

As soon as they poked their heads up, Wang Ye pulled the trigger.

Enduring the sharp pain in his fingers, the tongue of fire spitting from Wang Ye's machine gun continuously reaped the lives of these enemies who had just climbed up.

These soldiers who had just climbed up were hit by bullets before they could even react.

They had just been fantasizing that those Chinese soldiers on the mountain must have all been taken care of by the tanks.

As it turned out, reality was completely different from what they had imagined.

The Chinese soldiers on this mountain position had not only not been taken care of by the tanks, but their firepower was still extremely powerful.

These soldiers were headshot the moment they poked their heads out, and it was extremely difficult to charge up.

For a moment, they were stalemated in place.