Gao Guang charged in, braving the enemy's not so powerful gunfire, and stormed into the sparse but definite enemy crowd.
Skirmish line, optimized fire distribution; from the angle facing this small building, the enemy infantry company formed a horizontal line. Thus, for Gao Guang who was flanking from the side, it turned into a vertical line.
The battle erupted from the grove, and though the light was dim, within thirty meters, as long as it wasn't pitch-dark, one could certainly make out human figures.
Spotting human figures was enough, as now Gao Guang was not even afraid of the enemy throwing hand grenades.
No one should brag; although training allows for throwing grenades over sixty or seventy meters, in real combat and within the woods, who would dare to throw a grenade over thirty meters?
Forget thirty meters, throwing twenty meters would be considered impressive.
And within thirty meters was Gao Guang's absolute domain of control.
