"Brother Huan, are you alright?" Zhang Ziqiang crouched down and rushed over to help him up, saying.
"I'm fine, don't mind me, keep charging! Today we're going to take down this hilltop." Ye Jihuan pulled a magazine from his pocket, snapped it into place with a click, and continued to charge and shoot ferociously!
Up on the high ground...
In fact, there had been few survivors for some time.
Who could withstand 20 rounds of heavy artillery shelling?
The ground was littered with human remains.
The 71st Regiment could only put up scattered resistance, and some were even fleeing down the mountain.
"General, we have spotted the presence of the Northern Bureau on High Ground 797!"
On the other side of the high ground, within the territory of Guanajuato, Mexico.
Dressed in the uniform of a Vice Admiral, Aldous Wendell was watching through binoculars with crystal clarity. He was now the Western Front Commander, with more than 50,000 men under his command, including the 1st Brigade!
