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Chapter 419 - Character’s Backstory

In the first class cabin, Luo Weilin put on his eye mask after consuming a glass of hot milk and gargling his mouth, and decided to rest for three hours.

Chen Yu took out his tablet and began to carefully read the character biographies of "Fast and Furious: Special Ops".
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Winning a battle is like having sex with a street girl.

In a very short period of pleasure, you can temporarily forget about physical fatigue.

But you have to pay the bitch who opens the door for you, and you get to see the dirt on her face and yourself in the mirror.

The battlefield was shrouded in heavy fog from early morning to morning, but this bad weather allowed the Marines at Helicopter Mountain to avoid cold shots from Serb snipers.

However, it is difficult for our own helicopters to land in the small control area and transport the wounded groaning in pain.

Sergeant Major Chen Yu quietly directed the Marines to drag their fallen comrades to a shallow pit on the reverse slope of the mountaintop, where they were less susceptible to Serb shelling.

Sergeant Fitch of the heavy fire team sat on the edge of the shallow pit and began to cry silently.

A string of crystal tears dripped down his dirty and mottled cheeks onto the map placed between him and Chen Yu.

Renisnik was reporting the medical numbers of his wounded and wounded comrades with a sullen expression on his face so that the superior unit could confirm them.

"Record Z5991, completed."

"Z5991 received, completed."

"Record B9149, completed."

"Hey, is this guy's last name also [Coors]? It's over." The voice on the other side of the radio station was also very irritable.

"Fuck, it's all [Coors]. Do you think I'm making it up?" Renisnik looked at Chen Yu and saw that he didn't stop him and continued to curse.

These numbers are eventually submitted to a melancholic man who absolutely hates his job but has to do it.

He will find the corresponding woman's house based on the numbered message in his hand and tell them:
Your husband or son will be shipped home in a cheap coffin, and the body will arrive in the early hours of the morning so that passengers at the airport are not disturbed.

Chen Yu's whispered command, Fitch's silent cry, and Renisnik's loud curse were all interrupted by a sudden scream in the sky.

Chen Yu grabbed Renisnik's bulletproof vest and pulled it and the radio into the shell-proof hole. The three of them huddled together and blocked their ears with their hands and opened their mouths slightly.

There was a vibration on the ground and then it returned to a quiet state. Chen Yu took out a small pink cosmetic mirror and stretched it to the edge of the pothole very slowly and cautiously.

"It sounds like they are firing to the southwest." Due to the thick fog, the actual visual distance was only fifty meters, so Chen Yu put the mirror away with a resentful expression.

Fitch straightened his helmet and cursed the idiots at the battalion headquarters for not even being able to correct the target in the absence of air guidance and just wasting ammunition.

After nearly thirty seconds of silence outside, the Marines in the control area prepared to climb out and continue their unfinished work.

Chen Yu stopped them with a whistle and then gestured to wait quietly for three minutes. The Serbs knew how to make use of limited ammunition.

"The battalion headquarters needs the exact number of enemy corpses." Renisnik covered the phone and turned to ask Chen Yu.

In fact, the attack 25 minutes ago did not kill a few Serb militants at all.

Chen Yu first made a sign of ten and then flicked six twice, confirming that ten people had been killed, but it was estimated that there were only six corpses, Renisnik replied.

Unfortunately, the battalion headquarters believed that this number was not realistic enough. Even if Chen Yu sent someone to carefully count the trenches and bunkers, some broken limbs were still included.

"Bravo Six (Chen Yu's radio call sign) must be very heartbreaking for the Serbs who lost three 7.62mm machine guns and three rocket launchers, right?"

The battalion headquarters felt that Chen Yu and the others should achieve twice as high a record as the data just reported in order to be considered reasonable.

However, due to the so-called false data from the battalion headquarters, Chen Yu's company had already killed two people and had three serious and minor injuries.

But thinking about it, Chen Yu re-reported the actual results according to the wishes of the battalion headquarters. At the same time, Fitch also pulled out his pistol and walked towards the seriously injured Serb bastard.

"Very well done, Bravo Six. Do you need any help from us in the control area? Over."

Chen Yu poked his head out to look at his boys. At present, everyone's ammunition reserves could only cope with a major counterattack.

Moreover, the company also needs clean water and rescue helicopters. There are currently three seriously injured patients waiting for emergency surgery. They cannot survive the dense fog.

The battalion commander sighed silently and suggested that Chen Yu contact the air advance coordinator directly.

The battalion commander knew that Chen Yu's company had been working hard for a long time, but ordering the helicopter to take off in thick fog was a very typical act of idiocy.

"The Serbian anti-aircraft firepower has not been completely wiped out. It's over." All the battalion headquarters could do was to appease Chen Yu and solve what it could.

"Then how the hell did you send us out in this damn weather? Over." Chen Yu gripped the microphone tightly and suppressed his anger as he questioned the battalion headquarters' decision.

In the battalion combat command center, battalion commander Simpson, intelligence officer Blakely and others were debating whether to continue the attack on Matterhorn in the afternoon.

The kill rate of the early morning attack was very poor, with two Marines killed in exchange for a poor figure of ten kills.

If action can be continued, the battalion headquarters has a certain chance of increasing the kill rate to a level worthy of reporting.

But exactly how many Serb offal are there on the Matterhorn at this stage?

Are they a large force setting up an ambush or carrying out repairs? Or the rearguard?
In Chen Yu's report after the early morning attack, he only said that the enemy's defenses were strong, their fighting spirit was tenacious, and they were not afraid of death.

But it was impossible to figure out how many Serbs were hidden on the Matterhorn and the amount of heavy firepower on the reverse slope.

"There is only one way to confirm many of the above speculations." Battalion Commander Simpson coldly issued the action order to organize a second wave of attacks.

Intelligence officer Blakely knew that Simpson's choice was correct.

If the Serbs' defenses are strengthened after nightfall, Chen Yu and the others will face a harder battle and even greater losses tomorrow.

The painful lessons of the Korean War were deeply imprinted on the minds of American officers.

They cannot prevent the arrival of night, but they must interfere with the enemy's deployment at night.

If the second wave of attacks organized by Chen Yu and the others in the afternoon encounters a dangerous situation, Captain Mulvaney will play all the cards in his hand to support Chen Yu.

If the Serbs cannot withstand Chen Yu's powerful attack and flee to the southwest, it means that they can be easily defeated as a rearguard.

To be honest, Battalion Commander Simpson would have looked stupid if he didn't give the order to attack.

He did not allow his subordinates to further test the enemy's defensive perimeter, but instead stood still. This would be seen as a cowardly character in the eyes of the division headquarters and would affect his promotion.

Intelligence officer Blakely had seen the satellite images sent back by Chen Yu and found that the bunkers built by the Serbs were not too strong.

Even though Chen Yu and the others did not receive any air support when they launched their first attack, the results were actually pretty good. If the thick fog dissipates after 2 o'clock, Chen Yu and the air forward commander direct the fixed-wing aircraft to enter the combat position, which will definitely increase the kill rate.

In addition, the eight-inch howitzers deployed by the peacekeeping forces at the Sherpa base can hit the southern position of the Matterhorn summit to provide direct fire support.

Chen Yu received the order to attack Matterhorn for the second time at 10:45 sharp. He reported the matter to Lieutenant Fracasso, whose arm was shot through.

Lieutenant Fracasso, who had a fever, patted Chen Yu on the shoulder and showed a forced smile. The company medical officer Melebas looked at Chen Yu with expectant eyes.

Lieutenant Fracasso's physical condition was not optimistic and needed to be sent to the rear for treatment, but Chen Yu could only shake his head unless the thick fog dissipated immediately.

Chen Yu summoned the heads of the company to discuss offensive tactics. Everyone tried their best to recall the distribution locations of bunkers and fortifications with reference to paper and electronic maps.

As well as weak connection nodes between barbed wire fences, trenches and tunnels.

Chen Yu took a look at the weather and the thick fog had not dissipated yet. During the afternoon attack, the company would also face the double constraints of terrain conditions and weather factors.

"If the weather is good, those aerial cowboys can drop some 250-pound bombs and 500-pound napalm to help us clear the obstacles."

Chen Yu asked Kendall to go out and kneel on the ground to pray for God to open his eyes.

Chen Yu clapped his hands and what he wanted to discuss now was whether to launch a second attack with the wounded and the bodies of his fallen comrades?
Fitch touched his chin. He was opposed to carrying the wounded and the remains of fallen comrades. Someone should be left to defend this hill.

"Spread our strength like a Serbian bastard?" Yanz dusted off his trousers and took out a cigarette.

The reason why Chen Yu and the others were able to occupy this hillock was because they fully mobilized the power of the Serbian gangsters to take advantage of the situation and make a sneak attack.

Goodwin handed Chen Yu a can of Coke and said he could stay a class.

Chen Yu waved his hand and one class simply couldn't take care of this small mountain.

If they run into trouble, they will have to deploy another platoon from the team attacking Matterhorn to quickly come back to support them.

But if a platoon and company is sent out, it will be passively divided into three. Chen Yu pointed at the map. There is one on each of the two hills and there is another at Anqiao.

These three are completely unable to withstand the concentrated power of the Serb bastards.

Chen Yu's analysis caused the atmosphere in the bomb-proof cave to fall into silence.

In the end, everyone agreed to Fitch's suggestion and left a platoon to guard the hill with the bodies of the wounded and fallen comrades.

Chen Yu led the remaining forces to attack Matterhorn. If Chen Yu and the others encountered trouble, Fitch would send two squads to support the attack or cover the retreat.

"Why can't we wait until we have enough additional troops before doing this business?" Connolly raised his dirty right hand and turned to ask Chen Yu.

Chen Yu handed the wet towel to Connolly and said that they were the only ones risking their lives to carry out the attack mission in this damn weather.

Chen Yu formulated a general attack tactic, using thick fog and advanced reconnaissance methods as an advantage to approach the target.

Then they tried to sneak through the barbed wire fence to launch a surprise attack. Because the company commander, Lieutenant Fracasso, was unable to participate in the battle, Chen Yu had to take the lead in the charge.

Goodwin and Connolly flipped a coin to see who would be with Chen Yu, but Goodwin was unlucky and could only accept his fate.

"Who will replace Renisnik as the communications corpsman?"

In fact, Renithnik also made a temporary cameo. He was originally a precision shooter in the first platoon. He had just applied to Chen Yu to return to his original position.

And the second wave of attacks also requires Renithnik's marksmanship.

The thick fog did not dissipate until the afternoon. To ensure the suddenness of the attack, the battalion headquarters did not conduct routine extended artillery strikes.

The thick fog was far better than the barrage's cover. Chen Yu touched the barbed wire first. He tried to push up gently to test the range of movement of the barbed wire.

At the same time, he found the secret door set on the barbed wire, but the barbed wire was very tight. Chen Yu retracted his hand and climbed six meters to the left with extreme caution.

At this moment, Goodwin, Jacob, and Hamilton were all doing the same dangerous thing, and the rest of the row were lying on the wet ground, not daring to breathe.

Feiqi was staring at Wu Tutu's watch from behind, when a very slight static noise came from the earphones.

That means Kendall and the second platoon have entered the predetermined fighting position.

Chen Yu carefully cut open the barbed wire and then sneakily crawled into the inner area.

And from time to time he stopped and slowly inserted the matte-finished bayonet into the ground.

Then he took out a white package of instant rations and stood it beside the explored road.

This type of white packaging can be easily spotted from thirty centimeters away.

Ten minutes later, everyone in the row followed the road signs left by Chen Yu and climbed forward one by one, praying that the thick fog that had been cursed countless times before would protect them.

They prayed that no one would be waiting for them after climbing over the barbed wire fence, and even prayed that the Serbian bastards would quietly evacuate.

After twenty-five long minutes, Chen Yu, Goodwin and the rest of the platoon of soldiers reunited in the blank area between the barbed wire fence and the first trench.

"Pray, we will see you in hell at our last moments." Chen Yu threw an offensive grenade and then used a forward roll to launch an embarrassing charge.

At a distance of fifteen meters, any sophisticated tactics were meaningless. Goodwin and a row of soldiers who followed closely also formed a skirmish line and quickly attacked the trench.

The grenades that exploded one after another completely broke the quiet atmosphere, and the second platoon serving as flank cover opened up all light and heavy firepower.

Chen Yu rolled and crawled into the first trench and looked around. It was empty. A row of soldiers who rolled in almost at the same time all unloaded their burdens.

However, from the smaller trenches that the Serbs had newly built behind the first trench and moved into at noon, several tongues of fire spit out.

Chen Yu directly threw Goodwin down and huddled close to the trench wall.

Bullets kept whizzing above the first trench and blocking the back path of the first platoon. At the same time, two heavy machine guns turned around and fired at each other with the second platoon.

"We are divided by the firepower of the Serbs. If this continues, we will be blocked in the first trench." Goodwin roared.

Chen Yu shivered and took out his pink mirror, then asked the others if they had any rocket launchers to strike first.

The members of the first platoon looked at each other. They were in the second platoon when they attacked the tough guys with light armor. Chen Yu sighed and asked them to put together smoke screens to cover themselves.

Fortunately, the thick fog limited the actual sight range to only more than thirty meters, which prevented the Serbs from using heavy firepower easily.

Otherwise, Chen Yu, Goodwin and a platoon of soldiers who fell into the trap will face disaster.

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