In Gao Yang's hands, thirty-six 152mm cannons were lost. Those cannons weren't his, but they were indeed lost from his hands.
Now, these deadly cannons were used at a deadly moment.
Having someone steal your cannons and then use them against you, it's a terrible feeling, really terrible.
After a round of shelling, the attackers were done for, and whether they could retreat was still a problem.
Gao Yang called Poseyankov again.
"Answer me, are you still alive? Withdraw immediately, withdraw."
"I'm still alive, but I'm in bad shape, I've been shot."
Poseyankov's voice was weak. Gao Yang let out a long breath and said solemnly, "We'll come to rescue you, hold on. What are your casualty reports?"
"I don't know, I'll let someone else answer you."
"We have 24 killed, about 30 lightly and heavily wounded."
