Calling for mortar fire like this, Gao Yang was just shouting in vain. If he could call in the artillery, he wouldn't be injured.
He reached back to press on the wound in his left leg. It hurt a bit, but the bleeding wasn't much. The shrapnel seemed to have grazed past rather than going through, and Gao Yang felt there was no need even to stop the bleeding.
Just as he pressed on the wound, another shell fell. Gao Yang wasn't sure whether to get off the rooftop and hide inside, or to hold his ground on the rooftop.
Thinking it over, Gao Yang figured if he was going to die, he might as well die on the rooftop. Having said he wouldn't retreat, he really wouldn't retreat. Hiding back inside might avoid the mortar, but with the enemy spreading out and encircling, it still ends in total annihilation, with no big difference.
The next mortar hit to Gao Yang's right, about ten meters away. He wasn't hurt by the mortar fragments, but the continuous shelling was truly terrifying.
