In the forests beside the artillery battalion.
Northern Army soldiers sat with bowed heads, eating dry rations.
"Brother Huan..."
Zhang Ziqiang looked toward the high ground that was almost overturned by explosions, swallowing hard, "Could anyone still be alive over there?"
Fear was visible on his face.
The sheer volume of artillery shells meant certain death!
Ye Jihuan's expression was equally grave. His eyelids twitched as he nodded firmly, "But it's better this way, it can mean fewer losses for the brothers."
"Command from headquarters!"
"Guard Battalion's Company C will attack Hill 797 in twenty minutes. The company commander orders your unit to lead the charge!"
It was at this moment that a signalman came running from the rear with the message.
Ye Jihuan saluted, "Mission will be accomplished!"
"Get the brothers ready!" he turned and told Zhang Ziqiang, who had seen his share of battles, but still felt his chest surge with excitement, "Yes!"
