He pressed the communication button again and gave a decisive order: "All units, listen up! Press the attack and give the enemy no breathing room! Keep our squads tightly coordinated and watch out for scattered enemy resistance! We are going to turn this battlefield into the enemy's graveyard!" His voice was resolute and filled with unquestionable authority.
After issuing the order, He Chenguang leaped down the high slope, charging toward the fleeing enemy like an arrow released from a bowstring. He held his rifle steady against his chest, every breath perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of his strides. His eyes locked tightly on the enemy ahead, filled with endless determination and resolve. Every step landed firmly and powerfully, kicking up a small puff of dust. There was only one belief in his heart: utterly annihilate the enemy and avenge the comrades who had heroically sacrificed their lives on the battlefield.
He Chenguang's order was like a spark, instantly igniting the blazing fighting spirit in the soldiers' hearts. Their morale soared, and every single one of them surged out from their cover points and corners like a tidal wave, as if possessed by the boundless strength of battle gods.
Chapter 342