69: Chapter 69 Sacrifice

At this moment, this tiny position had become a miniature meat grinder.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, with nowhere to step; the Chinese Soldiers had no choice but to trample over the bodies to charge forward.

Likewise, the Little Devils dared not let anyone in.

The location of this position was too critical; they could not let it go.

Now, both sides were competing in numbers within the confined space.

There was no other way but close-quarters combat.

At this moment, inside the building's Command Post of the Little Devils.

Okawachi heard the news reported by his subordinates, a look of exasperation on his face.

"Baka! Useless, you are all useless! How dare you let them in?"

Okawachi overturned the items on the table in front of him, looking like a raging lion.

The mistake made by his subordinates was too fatal.

"Commander, please calm down! There is a reason for this. Those Chinese Soldiers knew our main entrance was an electric gate. They destroyed the motor of the electric gate, making it impossible to close." The adjutant beside him hurriedly explained in panic.

"Baka! How did they sneak up to our building? What about the soldiers at the outer perimeter? We are the elite of the Imperial Navy, how could we be so useless?" Okawachi was furious.

If he couldn't hold this building, even if he returned, he would lose all face, and might even have to commit seppuku.

However, it was all too late.

Now, the Chinese Soldiers had already stormed into the building.

Having paid such a high price, they naturally wouldn't withdraw easily.

"Commander, why don't we retreat and request naval gun support? We can lure the Chinese Soldiers in and wipe them out all at once."

Upon hearing this, Okawachi pondered the possibility.

Naval gun support would certainly be useful.

But if not handled well, it could easily cause friendly fire.

However, he had no other options now.

If they kept dragging this out, their defeat was only a matter of time.

Might as well give it a try.

"Very well, I leave this matter to you, Yamamoto-kun."

Yamamoto Morii nodded quickly and went to issue orders and request naval gun support.

At this point, they couldn't care about friendly fire anymore.

They could only rely on this last-minute effort, hoping that the naval guns could suppress the enemy's attack.

In the building's corridor.

Yan Ze looked at the corridor, thick with the scent of blood, and frowned slightly.

They had already charged into the building.

However, the passages inside the building were complex and intricate; they didn't know where these paths led.

Little Devils kept popping out from corners of the corridor, leading to engagements.

This caused them heavy casualties.

Even Yan Ze had just been hit in the arm by a bullet, but fortunately, it only grazed a chunk of flesh and wasn't fatal.

"Yan Ze, are you okay, kid?" The company commander ran over, seeing the blood-soaked bandage on Yan Ze's arm, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just lost a chunk of flesh, I won't die." Yan Ze shook his head.

Apart from a bit of pain, everything else was fine.

Their pain threshold settings had not been modified.

This real pain was clearly perceptible.

According to the superiors, the pain experienced in this virtual world was exactly the pain they would feel when truly injured on the battlefield in the future.

If they didn't endure some hardship and take it seriously during training now, then on the real battlefield, they only had one life; there would be no respawning.

Right now, it was only a chunk of flesh lost.

The pain was already intense; if they lost a limb, how painful would that be?

Yan Ze thought of the comrades who had sacrificed themselves.

Facing bullets and artillery, they had no eyes; hitting a person was fatal.

Continuing forward, because it was night, the interior of the building was incredibly dim.

Although there were lights, they were as dim as if they weren't there at all.

There was only one light every few distances.

Suddenly, a bullet grazed past Yan Ze's body.

Immediately after, intense gunfire rang out.

Up ahead, several Little Devils holding light machine guns opened fire on Yan Ze and his group at the intersection.

Soon, several Chinese Soldiers fell into pools of blood.

Yan Ze was no exception; he felt intense pain in his body.

The bone-chilling pain of the bullet piercing through his body made his eyes widen.

His consciousness was extremely clear.

Adrenaline made him temporarily forget the pain.

Gritting his teeth, he crawled into a nearby bunker.

The wounds on his body were still bleeding.

The bullets had not hit his vital organs.

Although he was losing a lot of blood, it wasn't fatal.

However, if the bleeding wasn't stopped in time, he would eventually die from blood loss.

"Company Commander." Yan Ze lay on the ground, turning his head to look at the several soldiers lying beside him.

Among them was the company commander.

At this moment, the company commander's eyes were tightly closed, and bright red blood was flowing beneath him.

The company commander had been with him all the way here; he didn't expect him to fall here in the end.

Although he knew the company commander hadn't really died, a sense of sorrow still welled up in his heart.

"Brother, are you okay?" At this moment, a soldier ran over.

There were over a dozen people following behind him.

Seeing the bodies of comrades all over the place, he immediately understood what had happened.

Walking closer, he discovered that Yan Ze was still alive.

"Little, Little Devils machine gun." Yan Ze said, then felt a heat in his throat as a metallic, sweet liquid was coughed up.

What was this?

Was it blood?

Yan Ze felt his head getting dizzy; he really wanted to sleep.

"Brother, don't sleep, don't sleep!"

The soldier's anxious voice rang in his ears.

But Yan Ze felt the voice getting fainter and fainter.

Until finally, he couldn't hear it at all.

Qian Yuan looked at the unconscious Yan Ze on the ground and hurriedly shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Does anyone have hemostatic medicine!"

"No, we only have bandages."

Qian Yuan looked at the bandage in his hand, wanting to dress Yan Ze's wounds.

But the moment he touched Yan Ze's body, he discovered that the ground was already soaked in a pool of blood.

He checked Yan Ze's breathing.

There was almost no breath.

Heartbeat...

There was none either.

Qian Yuan took a deep breath, fighting back the redness in his eyes.

He couldn't save him; he couldn't save anything.

No weapons, no medicine.

This feeling of helplessness was too agonizing.

But now was not the time to be sad; the Little Devils were still here.

"Kill these Little Devils."

Qian Yuan and the Chinese Soldiers behind him exchanged looks.

The meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

Make the Little Devils pay in blood.

Gunshots and explosions rang out continuously.

Inside the corridor, the battle became intense.

...

In the rear, General Huang Wei looked at the troop deployment map in front of him.

At this moment, Staff Officer Chen walked over.

"General, the current progress is going smoothly. We have already occupied about half of the building."

Hearing this good news, General Huang Wei unconsciously revealed a smile.

After fighting for so long, it was finally coming to an end.

"Very good. It looks like we should be able to completely capture it by tomorrow."

Staff Officer Chen nodded with a slight smile as well.

However, at this moment, an anxious voice suddenly rang out from outside.

"Oh no! The Little Devils' naval guns are shelling the building directly; our reinforcements have suffered heavy losses."

Hearing this news, the smile on General Huang Wei's face instantly vanished.

It immediately turned ugly.