40: Chapter 40 Family Letter, Handkerchief

Wang Ye opened the tank hatch; the Little Devils inside were already dead.

Fresh blood splattered inside the tank's driver's compartment, and the blood-red smoke had not yet dissipated.

He turned and went to another tank, doing the same thing by tossing two grenades directly inside.

Then he jumped off the tank.

The next second, the tank's entrance hatch opened, and a Little Devil tried to crawl out.

Unexpectedly, an explosion rang out; half of the Little Devil's body was blown into the sky, his internal organs ruptured, and he fell to the ground.

A brief rain of blood fell from the sky.

Even though Wang Ye had seen a lot over these past few days, he was still startled by this scene.

He hurriedly dodged, afraid of being hit by the Little Devil's corpse.

After dealing with the Little Devils inside those two tanks, the Little Devils beside the other tanks in the distance discovered them.

At this moment, those stalled Little Devil tanks turned their turrets and aimed in their direction.

Seeing this, Wang Ye shouted, "Take cover! Hide behind the tanks!"

Subsequently, he hid behind a tank.

With a blast of cannon fire, Wang Ye could feel the tank in front of him being pushed backward by the shell.

Li Yan and he were hiding behind a tank.

The others who could hide did so, and those who couldn't ran to the edge of the trench and rolled down.

Those Little Devil tank shells were pouring down on them as if they didn't cost a thing.

"Damn it, have the Little Devils lost their minds? We only slaughtered the Little Devils in two tanks," Wang Ye cursed in the livestream room.

At this moment, the attacking Little Devils in front also heard the commotion of the shelling behind them.

Although they saw it, they couldn't turn back to reinforce; they were held back by the Chinese Soldiers fighting desperately on the front lines.

Once distracted, they would be hacked to death by the broadswords in the hands of the Chinese Soldiers.

Moreover, because the tanks were being held back, the machine guns on the front lines began to rattle again.

A large number of Little Devils were mowed down by the machine gun fire.

Seeing this, the Little Devil tanks hurriedly redirected their fire.

But at this moment, Wang Ye led his men out again.

They immediately rushed to the nearest tank and sent the engineers beside it away with a grenade.

Then, repeating the previous operation, they tossed grenades into the tanks.

Once the other Little Devil tanks reacted, they would continue to hide behind the tanks.

Although the Little Devil tanks were fragile, their own tank cannons could not penetrate their own armor.

In this way, when the Little Devil tanks fired at the distant machine gun positions, Wang Ye would advance.

Once they fired at them, new people would immediately take over the machine gun positions.

It was as if a tacit understanding had formed between the two sides.

However, during this tug-of-war, more than half of the dozen or so people following Wang Ye were gone.

By this time, they had already blown up over eight tanks.

Now the Little Devil Tankers were no longer stupid; they knew they had to eliminate Wang Ye and the others right in front of them first, otherwise they would be finished sooner or later.

Better their teammates die than themselves.

The Little Devil Tankers no longer cared about the machine gun points on the front line but instead fired their cannons at the tank where Wang Ye and the others were located.

Some Little Devils even crawled out of the tanks.

They charged toward the position where Wang Ye and his men were.

Wang Ye lay flat on the ground, the soil kicked up by the explosions pattering against his body.

Inside the livestream room.

Netizens saw the Little Devils continuously charging toward Wang Ye's side.

"It's over, Brother Wang is dead for sure this time."

"Start the next life, it's just a pity they are all going to die here."

"Sigh, Brother Wang can revive, but these NPCs are truly dead once they die."

"Yeah, I see they are all so young. I'm at the same age and still in school, yet they are fighting bloody battles on the battlefield."

Suppressed by artillery fire and with infantry closing in.

Wang Ye had absolutely no way out.

Beside him, a Chinese Soldier popped his head up and was immediately shot through the skull by a Little Devil's bullet.

Fresh blood flowed all over the ground.

Watching this Chinese Soldier die in front of him, Wang Ye felt a bit pained in his heart.

"This won't work, the Little Devils' firepower is too fierce," a Chinese Soldier shouted from behind Wang Ye.

"If this keeps up, we will all die here," he continued.

"What's there to be afraid of? The worst that can happen is death. We've killed so many Little Devils, we've broken even," Li Yan said, leaning against the tank's track, panting heavily.

Looking closely, his leg was injured.

Wang Ye noticed this and asked with concern, "Is your leg alright?"

"It's fine, I won't die; I can still kill Little Devils," Li Yan shook his head.

He used a strip of cloth torn from his body to bind the wound to prevent it from bleeding continuously.

At this moment, the shelling from the Little Devil tanks ceased.

But Wang Ye knew that the Little Devil infantry had arrived.

Otherwise, the artillery fire wouldn't have stopped; the Little Devil Tankers were afraid of friendly fire on their own infantry.

"Get ready to fight," Wang Ye said with a calm expression.

At this moment, he had become the backbone of the remaining few people present.

They all listened to Wang Ye.

Li Yan looked at Wang Ye and suddenly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, which seemed to have words written on it.

He spoke, "Wang Yuan, I might not be able to walk out of this position alive. If you can survive, please help me mail this handkerchief back home."

Hearing this, Wang Ye frowned deeply.

"What kind of defeatist talk is that? You will definitely live."

"Cough, cough, I know in my heart whether I can survive or not. I don't want to leave any regrets; please hold onto this handkerchief for me. If I survive, you can give it back to me."

"If I don't make it out of here alive, please take it with you. I believe you can survive," Li Yan said as if he were speaking his last words.

Hearing his words, Wang Ye couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"Alright, if I can survive, I will help you send the handkerchief home," Wang Ye nodded heavily, then took the handkerchief from Li Yan's hand.

Stuffing the handkerchief into his bosom, Wang Ye felt that the handkerchief weighed as heavy as a thousand catties.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Li Yan's face.

It was as if a burden had been lifted.

The Netizens in the livestream room were touched after hearing Li Yan's words.

"Sigh, it's so heartbreaking. It's clearly the prime of their youth, yet they have to die on the battlefield."

"There's no choice; when the country is in trouble, who can stay out of it? I am also nineteen, but if the country needs me, I would stand up without hesitation."

Most of the Chinese Netizens were patriotic; they might not have experienced war, but they felt proud of the strength of their motherland.

"Brother Wang, you must help him send the handkerchief back."

"That's right, this must be a token."

Wang Ye saw the Netizens' comments and turned to look at Li Yan and the others beside him.

Their faces were quite young, looking even younger than him.

These Chinese Soldiers, who were younger than him, had firm gazes at this moment; even on the battlefield, there was not a trace of fear of death in their eyes.

He lived in an era of peace, where the motherland was strong and no country dared to invade them.

But they were different; they were facing a time when the motherland was weak, foreign enemies were invading, and the country was in peril.

When the world is in peril, regardless of age or gender, everyone has the responsibility to defend the land.

Only at this moment did Wang Ye understand this saying.

"The Little Devils are coming."

A voice broke Wang Ye's train of thought.

At this moment, a few Little Devils approached the tank.

This tank had been bombarded, and its front had long been deformed by explosions.

The ground was scorched black and still emitting rolling heat.

These Little Devils stared nervously at the rear of the tank.

Just at this moment, something suddenly fell from the sky.

The Little Devils looked closely and realized it was a grenade.

One of the Little Devils shouted and hurriedly hit the deck.

As the explosion rang out, Wang Ye took the arisaka type 38 rifle in his hand and fired at the Little Devils.

This arisaka type 38 rifle was one he had snatched from a Little Devil earlier.

There was no other way; the gun he was issued before was simply too trashy.

Calling it a fire poker would be a compliment to that gun; it wasn't even as useful as a broadsword.

"Looking at Brother Wang, this arisaka type 38 rifle is still better. Brother Wang's previous gun was an antique; I've only ever seen it in a museum."

"That's true, the weapons of our Chinese Soldiers are too poor. I've seen many people without weapons, holding only Molotov cocktails."

"I even saw some holding hoes; this is too miserable."

The Netizens discussed it one after another.

Under such conditions of resistance, they could only see despair.

But these Chinese Soldiers still went up.

Fighting with their lives.