Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

On the vast snow-covered plain, two figures were running for their lives.

He Yuzhu had one hand around Walker's neck, and his feet were moving so fast they were almost flying.

Behind me, the roar of jeep engines, the rumble of helicopters tearing through the sky, and the barking of hunting dogs blended into a symphony of death.

At least two hundred U.S. soldiers are conducting a multi-pronged attack on them.

"Chase! Don't let him escape!"

Wang Dazhuang followed behind, almost out of breath.

"Captain...they have cars and planes, they're catching up quickly..."

He Yuzhu didn't even turn his head; his voice was as cold as ice.

"I know."

He glanced at the hostage in his hands.

The U.S. lieutenant general was deathly pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Who...who exactly are you..." Walker asked in trembling English.

He Yuzhu's lips curled into a cold smile.

"The one who killed you."

Walker gritted his teeth, trying to bring up his identity.

"I am the Commander-in-Chief of the Eighth Army! If you arrest me, the entire United States will come out in force!"

"That's perfect," He Yuzhu said calmly. "It saves us the trouble of going door-to-door to find them one by one."

Walker was completely silenced.

Is this even human? What kind of demon crawled out of hell?

The pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer.

Three jeeps took the lead, their roof-mounted machine guns already aimed at them.

"Da da da!"

Bullets rained down like they were free, creating a series of craters in the snow.

He Yuzhu nimbly rolled over and took the hostage into a crater.

Wang Dazhuang also jumped in, using both his hands and feet.

"Captain, this won't do!" Wang Dazhuang shouted anxiously, "They have vehicles, we can't outrun them on foot!"

He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes, a terrifying glint flashing within them.

"Who said they were going to run away?"

He tossed Walker to Wang Dazhuang.

"I have high hopes for him."

"Captain, what...what are you going to do?"

He Yuzhu did not answer.

He took a deep breath and suddenly rushed out of the crater!

They charged against two hundred pursuers and three machine guns!

Wang Dazhuang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

crazy!

The captain has completely lost his mind!

One man charged towards two hundred fully armed enemies!

But the next second, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

He Yuzhu's figure left a trail of afterimages on the snow, moving with a speed beyond human comprehension.

In the lead jeep, the machine gunner was about to pull the trigger.

He Yuzhu's speed suddenly exploded, and he crashed into the jeep like a cannonball!

He leaped high into the air and delivered a powerful kick to the machine gunner's chest!

The machine gunner didn't even utter a sound before flying backward like a tattered sack, smashing into a bunch of soldiers behind him.

He Yuzhu landed steadily on the car, and without even looking, punched the driver in the temple.

The driver's head tilted to the side, and he died instantly.

The out-of-control jeep roared off the snow track and plunged into a snow ditch.

Before the vehicle overturned, He Yuzhu had already jumped off, grabbed the machine gun from the vehicle, and turned it around.

"Da da da da da!"

A raging torrent of fire erupted, and a hail of bullets instantly felled more than a dozen American soldiers!

The remaining pursuers were completely terrified.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

He Yuzhu threw away the machine gun that had been fired but had no results, and picked up a rifle from the ground.

He was like a god of death, unleashing his full power right through the pursuing enemy ranks!

Each shot precisely takes a life.

Each punch left a terrified face a bloody mess.

five minutes.

Just five minutes.

Of the two hundred pursuers, half had fallen.

The remaining one hundred people completely broke down and dared not take another step forward.

They stared at the blood-soaked figure standing in the snow, their eyes filled with nothing but primal fear.

That's not a person.

That's a demon from the East!

He Yuzhu turned around and walked towards the bomb crater, his voice as calm as ever.

"Walk."

Wang Dazhuang then seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly dragged the terrified Walker to catch up.

Walker watched He Yuzhu's retreating figure, his body trembling like a leaf.

He had fought countless battles and seen countless brave warriors, but he had never seen anything like this... monster!

Three hours later.

Inside the cave, the campfire crackled and popped.

He Yuzhu, along with Wang Dazhuang and Walker, completely shook off all their pursuers.

Wang Dazhuang warmed his frozen hands, while Walker was tied to the side, his eyes vacant.

He Yuzhu sat by the fire, slowly wiping the rifle in his hands.

"Captain, what's next?" Wang Dazhuang asked.

"Let's wait until it gets dark and then continue walking."

How much further?

"Fifty kilometers."

Wang Dazhuang gasped.

Fifty kilometers of snowy road, behind enemy lines, this was practically hell mode.

Will I be able to get back alive?

He Yuzhu glanced at him, as if she could see right through his thoughts.

"Scared?"

"I'm not afraid!" Wang Dazhuang gritted his teeth and said defiantly, "Following the captain, I'm not afraid of death!"

He Yuzhu smiled.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Walker.

"Now, it's your turn."

Walker looked up, his face blank.

"What?"

"Tell me your battle plan."

Upon hearing this, Walker revealed a cold smile, attempting to regain some of his general's dignity.

"I am a prisoner of war, and according to the Geneva Conventions, I have the right to remain silent."

He Yuzhu stood up, walked up to Walker, and smiled.

"The Geneva Convention?"

He crouched down, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed directly against Walker's knee, his tone chilling:

"This is the Korean War, not Geneva. You can talk to the King of Hell and see if he recognizes this convention."

"I ask, you answer."

"If you don't answer, I'll break your legs."

Walker's expression changed drastically.

"You...you can't..."

"Bang!"

He Yuzhu pulled the trigger.

The bullet grazed Walker's knee and pierced a small hole in the ground.

Walker shuddered in fright, and his crotch instantly became wet.

"The next shot won't miss." He Yu-zhu's voice was completely calm.

Wok gritted his teeth and struggled violently for three seconds.

Then, all his defenses collapsed.

"...I said."

For the next half hour, Walker poured out his mind, explaining the US military's operational plans, troop deployments, logistical routes, and even MacArthur's strategic intentions in great detail.

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold after hearing this.

This intelligence is priceless! It could change the entire course of the war!

"Captain, is what he said true or false?" Wang Dazhuang asked in a low voice.

"real."

He Yuzhu looked at Walker.

This once invincible warrior has been completely crushed in spirit.

He Yuzhu stood up.

"Take a one-hour break, then we'll get ready to go."

Night fell again, and the wind and snow intensified.

Visibility was less than ten meters.

This was both a cover and an obstacle for He Yuzhu and his team.

"Captain, it's so dark, are we going to get lost?" Wang Dazhuang asked worriedly.

"Won't."

Looking at the blurry outline of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, He Yuzhu's "King of Soldiers Engine" had already planned the most precise route.

Once you cross that mountain, you'll reach our army's defensive line.

But just then, a faint barking sound came on the wind.

He Yuzhu paused, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"There are pursuers."

Wang Dazhuang's expression changed.

"Again? What do we do?"

"Hide him well." He Yuzhu pointed at Walker. "I'll take care of him."

"Captain, I'll go with you!"

"No need," He Yuzhu shook his head. "Your task is to keep an eye on this spoils of war."

"If I don't come back in half an hour, you take him and keep going."

"team leader……"

He Yuzhu didn't say anything more, and with a flash, he disappeared into the vast snowstorm.

Wang Dazhuang watched his retreating figure, gritted his teeth, and dragged Walker into a snow pit.

Walker looked at Wang Dazhuang and couldn't help but ask, "Did your superior really go off to deal with the pursuers all by himself?"

Wang Dazhuang ignored him, but his eyes showed complete trust.

joke.

That's Tiger He.

When has he ever disappointed anyone?

Ten minutes later.

On the snow-covered slope, He Yuzhu stood motionless, like an ice sculpture.

Five hundred meters away, a small American squad of about thirty men was searching and advancing. They were well-equipped, moved swiftly, and were accompanied by five military dogs.

They are special forces.

It seems the US military is really desperate.

He Yuzhu pulled a grenade from his pocket, pulled the safety, calculated the lead, and threw it with all his might.

The grenade traced a perfect parabola in the air and landed precisely between the five military dogs.

"boom!"

Amid the explosion, the military dog ​​was instantly torn to pieces.

The U.S. special forces reacted very quickly, immediately spreading out to find cover.

But He Yuzhu was faster than them!

He rushed down the snow slope like a ghost, leaving a trail of death in the wind and snow.

Just as a special forces soldier raised his gun, a dark figure was already right in front of him.

A flash of cold light, and the throat was slit.

Another special forces soldier launched a sneak attack from the side, but He Yuzhu didn't even turn his head. He delivered a vicious spinning back kick, striking the opponent squarely in the chest.

The man was thrown backward as if hit by a truck, crashing into a tree and falling silent instantly.

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of gunfire finally erupted.

But faced with He Yuzhu's ghostly movements, all the bullets missed their mark.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Ten minutes later, all thirty elite special forces soldiers fell to the ground in the snow.

He Yuzhu stood amidst the corpses, breathing heavily.

Even with his ferocious physique, the continuous high-intensity combat left him feeling exhausted.

He looked toward the defensive line.

Twenty kilometers to go.

Hang in there, we'll be there soon.

Early the next morning.

When He Yuzhu appeared at the forward outpost, dragging a blond, blue-eyed prisoner along with Wang Dazhuang, the sentries were completely dumbfounded.

"Password!" The sentry reacted and immediately raised his gun.

"Changjin Lake." He Yuzhu's voice was a little hoarse.

"Respond to the order!"

"Ice Sculpture Company".

The sentry abruptly lowered his gun and rushed over excitedly.

"Platoon Leader He! You...you're still alive!"

He Yuzhu nodded: "Take me to see Chief of Staff Zhao."

"yes!"

Ten minutes later, in the command post.

Chief of Staff Zhao was completely stunned when he saw Walker, who was tied up and thrown on the ground.

He rubbed his eyes, pointed at Walker, and stammered:

"This...this is..."

"Lieutenant General Walker, Commander-in-Chief of the Eighth Army of the United States," He Yuzhu said calmly.

"I brought him back."

The entire command post fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes darted back and forth between He Yuzhu and Walker, as if they had seen a ghost.

Chief of Staff Zhao rushed to Walker and reached out with trembling hands to pull at his epaulets.

Two stars!

He really is a lieutenant general!

He turned around abruptly, staring intently at He Yuzhu, his voice trembling.

"You...you fucking...you really captured him alive?"

"Yes."

"Fuck!"

After hesitating for a long time, Chief of Staff Zhao finally blurted out a phrase from the national essence.

Then, he burst into a thunderous laugh.

"Good! Good! Well done, Tiger He!"

"Now, the whole world will be shaken!"

He turned abruptly and roared at the communications soldier:

"What are you waiting for! Send a telegram to the division headquarters and the army headquarters immediately!"

"Just one sentence!"

"We've captured General Walker, Commander-in-Chief of the U.S. Eighth Army!"

The communications soldier jumped in surprise and scrambled toward the radio.

He Yuzhu stood there quietly, expressionless.

But he knew.

From this moment on, the name He Laohu will resound throughout the entire Korean battlefield.

One battle, and he became a legend!