The winding mountain road was littered with abandoned wreckage, trucks were scattered to pieces, and tanks with their turrets lifted were tilted to the side, blackened by flames.

Several armored infantry vehicles were disemboweled, revealing charred corpses inside, which were haphazardly discarded on the side of the road.

The soldier walked down the road numbly, his eyes glazed over, oblivious to the tragic situation around him.

A jeep pulled up to the side of the road, and Zakhaev jumped out of the car, stood on a large rock on the side of the road, and looked at the lifeless army in horror.

A few days ago, the army was neat and well-trained, how did it become like this.

Zakaev was in his confusion when he suddenly heard a scream piercing the air in the distance.

"Enemy attack!" , The experienced veterans of the rebels let out a heart-rending shout, and those who reacted quickly fell directly to the ground, while some people stood in place in a daze, not hiding.

Zakhaev watched as a dense artillery shell accurately hit the long marching line, bringing up a mist of blood, and the stumps and severed arms were scattered in the firelight.

This artillery bombardment came and stopped quickly, and the three rounds were fired rapidly, without calibration, without correction, and they left after the battle.

Before the dust and smoke from the shells cleared, someone could be heard shouting, "Medic! ”

A few military doctors with red cross armbands hurried over, and the others got up with blank expressions and continued to walk forward blankly, without even slapping the dust on their bodies, like walking corpses.

Zakaev was furious, where is there still a bit of an army, and shouted: "Sigev! Where is Sigeyev, get over and see me! ”

No one answered for a long time, until one of the veterans said, "Colonel Zigyev has been killed by snipers." ”

"When?" Zakaev froze, "Why didn't anyone report it?" ”

"Just last night, the radio station was broken and the communications soldiers were all arrested." The veteran shrugged.

At this time, an officer wearing a lieutenant colonel badge ran over out of breath, saluted in a panic and said: "General Zakaev, now I am in command of this place temporarily." ”

"Why don't you fight back? And what about artillery? Zakhaev roared, "You just did it and didn't fight back? ”

"General......" said the lieutenant colonel, with some embarrassment, "we have run out of shells...... The supply trucks did not come up for a long time, and the artillery could not fire at all. ”

"What about artillery radars?" Zakaev angrily grabbed the lieutenant colonel by the collar, "Send a helicopter without shells!" ”

"The helicopter was also shot down, General." The lieutenant colonel said in a difficult tone, "We tried to send infantry and armored vehicles, but none of them came back. ”

Zakaev was furious, "Idiot, rice bucket, then what are you still doing here?" ”

The lieutenant colonel was speechless for a while, he himself didn't know what they were doing here, he just went to the assembly site according to the original order, and now he was halfway through it, and he made it like this.

Zakhaev gritted his teeth and watched the lieutenant colonel's silence, kicked him away, jumped on the stone next to him, pulled out his pistol and fired three shots into the air.

The crisp sound of gunfire caught the attention of the rebel soldiers, and soon they recognized their leader, and their blind feet gradually stopped, and they all cast their eyes on it.

Zakhaev picked up a megaphone and shouted: "Where are the officers? All the officers who are alive have come to meet me! ”

Soon officers ran out of the crowd and began to converge towards Zakaev's position.

Zakaev had a high prestige among the rebels, and his arrival immediately rejuvenated the rebel soldiers, swept away their previous decline, and began to reinvigorate.

"From here, here, establish two cordons, you, send a company to hold this commanding height, and two armored battalions go from here, go straight through, and ignore the enemy's harassment." Zakhaev kept pointing on the unrolled map, spreading out one order after another, reorganizing the army, adjusting tactics, coordinating the mobilization of new supplies, and preparing for a big job.

He was going to meet the elusive army for a while, and let them see how a Cold War veteran fought.

But this beautiful fantasy of Zakhaev lasted only until the night, and the harsh reality soon dealt him a heavy blow.

Zakhaev, who was eating dinner in his tent, heard a loud trumpet, then a tsunami-like shouting of killing, and the surrounding gunfire suddenly rang out.

Zakhaev rushed out of the tent, and as far as the eye could see, flames were drawn in the sky, densely intertwined into a thin web of fire, panicked rebel soldiers scurrying around, and officers brandishing pistols shouting to organize the ranks.

Looking at the place where the gunfire was dense, Zakhaev soon found the place where the battle broke out, on the hill where he had set up his position in the afternoon, and where the commanding heights of the entire valley were.

At this time, countless tall figures were shaking on the commanding heights, and the garrison company he sent out was completely lost.

Soon the officers at the front came back to report that the garrison company had been attacked by surprise and had been driven down directly from the position by the enemy, and at this time they were reorganizing their men to regain the commanding heights.

"What about helicopters?! Let all the helicopters take off, suppress the fire on the mountain, and use all the firepower you have at your disposal to give me a bang! Before Zakaev could finish speaking, several fireballs exploded in the sky, and the Mi-17 helicopter spun around and fell into the valley, sending out a burst of explosions.

He picked up his binoculars and watched as his soldiers were driven by the officers, covering the entire hill, and rushed to the position.

Then Zakaev saw a scene that he would never forget, because of the terrain, his rebel soldiers almost gathered in a group and ran towards the top of the hill.

When they were about to set foot on the top of the mountain, several tall figures suddenly appeared, dressed in heavy armor and carrying heavy machine guns, and the muzzles of black holes were aimed at the rebels on the hillside.

The muzzle of the gun spat out the flames of death, splashing the sky with a mist of blood, and the huge impact of the bullet directly knocked the body of the rebel soldier away, and smashed heavily on the soldier behind him, and the slippery hillside was immediately full of people, and countless rebel soldiers rolled and retreated from the hillside.

The condescending PVA fighters carried Gatling guns, long chains of bullets to the metal backpacks on their backs, and sufficient ammunition to ensure the continuity of fire, almost non-stop strafing while following the rebel soldiers down.

The PVA warrior in the exoskeleton armor jumped twenty or thirty meters away, where did the flesh-and-blood rebel soldiers run these iron warriors.

The flood of PVA fighters rushed down the hillside and poured directly into the rebel camp, where they were immediately caught in a scuffle.

Zakhaev watched in amazement as the enemy roamed his camp as if no one was there, a three-person combat team, alternately covering the advance, plunging into the gaps like a scalpel, and then tearing violently.

The originally impregnable barracks were instantly shattered, and the rebel soldiers collapsed and fled in all directions, and they had the courage to continue fighting.

Zakaev took off his glasses with trembling arms and looked at the scene in front of him with tears streaming down his face.