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If these 18 men could successfully cross the river and establish a foothold, they could capture some of the enemy's boats on the opposite bank and transport more soldiers across.

Peng Hongsen volunteered to take on this mission.

He declared that men from the 34th Division knew no fear of death.

Yang Gang immediately slammed the table and shouted, "What kind of talk is that? We from the Red 18th Regiment aren't afraid of dying either."

Finally, Long Wencheng made the decisive call: "All right, stop bickering. Little Peng, your Red 4th Regiment has tasks later on. Let Yang Gang lead the comrades across."

With that, he turned his gaze to Bao Bao of the sniper company.

"Bao Bao, take the comrades of the sniper company and keep a close eye on the enemy's firepower points on the opposite bank. The moment anyone dares to show their head, eliminate them."

Then, his gaze fell upon Wen Song.

"Wen Song, take the men from the artillery battalion and focus entirely on pounding the enemy's machine gun emplacements."

"Leave it to me," Wen Song said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Finally, Long Wencheng ordered all the machine guns of the entire division to be concentrated to suppress the enemy's positions on the other side, making it impossible for them to raise their heads and fire at the river surface.

Otherwise, the boats drifting in the river would make far too conspicuous targets.

Led by Yang Gang, the eighteen brave men had already jumped into the small boat.

Each of them wore a steel helmet and was heavily equipped with magazine pouches and hand grenades, carrying a total of 18 submachine guns, and every single one of them was even armed with a trench broom pistol.

With their firepower fully reinforced, everyone boarded the boats and set out.

Two veteran boatmen began maneuvering the craft across the turbulent waters of the Dadu River toward the opposite bank.

Watching the boat drifting like a fallen leaf in the current under the moonlight, Long Wencheng knew that every single soldier must have embraced a resolute determination to die.

On the opposite bank, Li Siming, a battalion commander of the Sichuan-Kang Border Defense Force, spotted figures moving on the near shore and the silhouettes of boats entering the river, and immediately roared, "Illumination flares! All men, follow my orders, prepare to fire!"

He was confident that even if there was a boat on the opposite bank, it would never make it across.

Not only was the current of the Dadu River fierce, but hidden undercurrents were everywhere, and with just that one flimsy little boat, at most a dozen or so people could be transported.

His battalion of over two hundred, nearly three hundred men, surely couldn't fail to defeat a mere dozen people.

Even if these men were each like Prince Nezha reborn with three heads and six arms, Li Siming believed there was no reason he could lose this battle.

In the glare of the illumination flares, the boats on the Dadu River were completely exposed.

"Order the troops, suppress with firepower!"

Long Wencheng's order was executed decisively, and the first to open fire was Wen Song.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Ten artillery pieces fired in unison, instantly hurling shells onto the enemy positions on the opposite bank.

Li Siming's battalion never expected that the Red Army on the other side would possess artillery, let alone in such quantity.

The first round of bombardment slammed directly into several primary firing points.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Following the explosions, numerous corpses could be seen amidst the smoke and dust shrouding the position.

Some soldiers, upon seeing that the enemy had artillery, even turned to flee, only to be suppressed by Li Siming.

"None of you bastards are allowed to run! With the Dadu River in between, they can't break through. Give 'em hell!"

Just at that moment, the hundreds of light and heavy machine guns, along with submachine guns, of the Red 18th Division on the opposite shore began to roar, continuously pouring firepower upon them.

The sharpshooters led by Bao Bao were now using the light of the illumination flares to search for any exposed targets.

"Bang!"

...

The gunshots of the sniper company were steady and crisp, and almost every bullet fired meant another skull pierced.

The enemy forces on the opposite bank indeed possessed machine gun positions and even specially constructed pillboxes.

Yet right now, not a single person dared to fire outward; they could only thrust their rifles out blindly and shoot haphazardly into the open, firing their bullets in a posture of prayerful guesswork.

Without a doubt, this method of shooting posed virtually no threat to the Red Army troops.

Under absolute fire suppression, Li Siming finally realized that this battle was not going the way he had imagined.

However, no matter how fierce the enemy's firepower was, weren't there only a dozen or so men who could possibly charge across?

Realizing this, Li Siming felt his confidence return.

Down on the river, Yang Gang and the brave men of the assault team had successfully landed under the cover of the machine gun fire.

Upon stepping onto the beachhead, Yang Gang waved his arm and shouted, "Comrades, follow me and charge!"

As a regimental commander leading from the front, the Red Army soldiers following behind had no reason to flinch. With bloodshot eyes, they gripped their submachine guns and charged forward.

"Be careful not to accidentally hit your own comrades!" Long Wencheng shouted loudly to remind them.

Hiding inside a pillbox, Li Siming also noticed through the observation slit that a dozen or so enemies were rapidly approaching the beachhead below.

"A bunch of turtle spawn, all of you open fire, the Red Army has slipped ashore!"

He panicked somewhat, never expecting that these reckless Red Army soldiers would actually dare to launch a charge with just a dozen men.

Yet at this moment, the entire position was pinned down so heavily that no one dared to raise their head, let alone fire at the beach below.

Down below, Little Shitou was meticulously adjusting the 37mm infantry gun.

After repeated measurements, he finally confirmed that his next shell would surely fly straight through the enemy pillbox's firing slit.

This was something mortars could not accomplish; mortars were primarily used for plunging fire from above and hitting enemies hiding behind cover.

Rubbing his palms together, Little Shitou shouted, "Load one round!"

As the words fell, a 37mm shell was passed over from beside him.

Little Shitou used his clothes to wipe away any non-existent dust from the surface of the shell before shoving it into the breech.

"Clack, clack! Boom!"

Following the crisp mechanical sound came a thunderous roar.

The 37mm shell flew forward, striking precisely and hitting the pillbox's firing slit, flying right into the interior of the fortification.

Li Siming was hiding inside the pillbox, sticking his rear end out to observe the charging Red Army troops below, never imagining that a shell would fly into this seemingly impregnable stronghold.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A deafening explosion echoed, and the five enemy soldiers inside the pillbox were blown to bloody fragments on the spot.

At that very moment, Yang Gang and more than ten soldiers had rushed to within thirty meters of the front of the position.

"Grenades!"

With a loud shout, he hurled his grenade.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Explosions erupted, instantly filling the position with a pall of smoke.

At this time, the fire suppression from the Red 18th Division on the opposite bank also ceased, because through the illumination flares, they saw the backs of the 18 brave men leaping into the enemy's position.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The roaring of the submachine guns, mixed with battle cries, blended with the rushing torrent of the Dadu River.