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

The next morning.

As dawn broke, the headquarters compound was so quiet you could drop a pin drop.

He Yuzhu led a reinforced company of 120 men, disappearing silently into the morning mist like ghosts.

These 120 men were all elite soldiers drawn from various units, truly the cream of the crop.

Scouts, snipers, demolition experts, machine gunners... each of them is a formidable character capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

Wang Dazhuang, as the deputy company commander, closely followed He Yuzhu.

He is now a die-hard fan of He Yuzhu.

"Captain, can we really hold out this time?" Wang Dazhuang asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

He Yuzhu glanced at him and curled his lip.

"What, scared?"

"I'm not afraid!" Wang Dazhuang grinned, revealing two rows of bright white teeth. "Following you, Captain, I'm not afraid of death! It's just... a little too exciting!"

He Yuzhu patted his shoulder with a smile, the pat feeling heavy.

"Don't worry, the King of Hell won't dare to take us yet."

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the young yet resolute faces behind him.

"Brothers, this mission is codenamed 'Nail'!"

"The mountain we're heading to is called Tieling Heights, a crucial route for the enemy's Iron Fist Operation! It's also our death trap!"

"The superiors' order was to keep it firmly in place, like a nail!"

"If we can't hold out..." He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold, "then all 120 of us will bury ourselves there to buy time for the main force!"

The soldiers' breathing became heavier, but there was not a trace of fear in their eyes.

He Yuzhu looked around and continued, "I know you're all tough guys! But I still have to say something unpleasant upfront!"

"This mission is extremely dangerous, with a slim chance of survival! Now, anyone who wants to back out, take a step forward!"

"I, He Yuzhu, guarantee that I will not make things difficult for you!"

The wind is howling, the fog is flowing.

No one moved.

One hundred and twenty people stood like one hundred and twenty javelins, piercing the sky!

He Yuzhu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but his smile carried a chilling murderous intent.

"Good! This is the kind of army I, He Laohu, lead!"

"Remember, we are the nails! We must have the spirit of nails—tough! Tough to the bone!"

"Set off!"

One hundred and twenty figures vanished instantly into the vast morning mist.

Tieling Highlands.

A mountain peak in northern North Korea, 800 meters above sea level, has a wide view from its summit, making it an excellent observation post overlooking an area of ​​more than ten kilometers in radius.

Whoever takes this place will control the throat of the battlefield.

He Yuzhu led his troops on a two-day forced march and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain at dusk.

He picked up his binoculars, and through the lens, the Tieling Heights resembled a crouching giant beast, with an abandoned bunker and several dilapidated fortifications vaguely visible on the mountaintop.

"Wang Dazhuang!"

"arrive!"

"Take a squad up to scout ahead and check the fortifications. Be careful!"

"yes!"

Wang Dazhuang led his men, moving as nimbly as cats to the top of the mountain.

Ten minutes later, he slid down, covered in dust, and reported, "Captain, there's no one on the summit! But the fortifications are basically destroyed and need to be rebuilt!"

He Yuzhu nodded, his eyes resolute.

"Then fix it! Fix it tonight!"

"No one is allowed to close their eyes tonight! Before dawn, you must dig a defensive line that can stop bullets!"

"yes!"

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers didn't hesitate and immediately picked up their entrenching tools and got to work.

Digging trenches, moving stones, reinforcing bunkers... On the silent mountain ridge, only the clanging sound of shovels hitting the frozen earth could be heard.

He Yuzhu wasn't idle either. He took off his coat, grabbed an entrenching tool, and joined the soldiers in working up a sweat.

Looking at the captain's back, which seemed to have inexhaustible strength, Wang Dazhuang had only one thought in his mind.

This is He Laohu!

A madman who's always at the forefront!

The next morning, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

A brand-new circular fortification miraculously appeared on the mountaintop.

He Yuzhu stood atop the bunker, raised his binoculars, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

coming.

On the distant mountain road, a US military unit was marching swaggering along. Judging by its size, it was a battalion of more than 500 men.

A dozen or so trucks followed behind, fully loaded with ammunition and supplies, clearly the vanguard.

"Dazhuang!" He Yuzhu growled without turning his head.

"Pass down the message: the enemy has entered the kitchen; prepare to eat!"

"yes!"

The orders spread across the battlefield like an electric current.

The soldiers quickly took their positions, the machine gunner pulled the bolt, the sniper searched for his "prey," and the demolition expert gave the mine's fuse a final check.

The entire position instantly transformed into a death trap filled with fangs.

The US military is getting closer.

500 meters.

Three hundred meters.

One hundred meters! You can already see the relaxed expressions on their faces!

He Yuzhu suddenly raised his hand and then chopped down hard!

"beat!"

"Da da da da da—!"

Several machine guns roared simultaneously, weaving together a deadly net of fire that instantly tore the American soldiers at the forefront of the column to shreds!

"Ambush! We're under attack!"

The shouts of the US commander were drowned out by the hail of bullets.

The surviving soldiers scattered, howling and screaming, and began to fight back fiercely, taking advantage of the terrain.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bullets flew wildly above the position, scattering gravel everywhere.

He Yuzhu lay prone in the bunker, the rifle in his hand seeming like the scythe of death.

Aim, fire!

boom!

A U.S. machine gunner who was shouting had his head explode like a watermelon.

Aim again, then fire!

boom!

Another soldier who tried to maneuver around the enemy had a burst of blood erupt from his chest and collapsed to the ground.

Every shot was a hit, and every bullet found its mark!

At this moment, He Yuzhu was killing people one by one with a single shot; he was going berserk!

Wang Dazhuang, who was standing next to him, was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"My goodness gracious... Captain, are you cheating?!"

He Yuzhu ignored him, mechanically and coldly repeating the actions of pulling the bolt, aiming, and firing.

One shot, two shots... ten shots... twenty shots!

The US offensive was pushed back step by step, suffering heavy casualties.

But they were elite troops after all, and they quickly regained their footing and realized the importance of this high ground.

The U.S. commander, hiding behind a rock, grabbed his radio and roared menacingly:

"Call in artillery support! Blast that damn hill into dust!"

"Coordinates..."

A few minutes later.

A piercing whistling sound tore through the sky!

"Boom! Boom boom!"

The shells were raining down on the mountaintop like they were free, causing the entire hill to tremble violently!

"Take cover! Get to the bunker!" He Yuzhu shouted hoarsely.

The soldiers quickly crawled into the newly dug anti-artillery bunker.

The shelling lasted for a full ten minutes, leaving the mountaintop in ruins and several fortifications blown away.

Several soldiers were injured by the shockwave, bleeding profusely, but their eyes remained fierce.

The shelling had just stopped.

"Charge!"

The U.S. commander drew his sidearm and launched an attack.

More than 500 American soldiers, like a pack of bloodthirsty wild beasts, howled and surged toward the mountaintop.

He Yuzhu jumped up from the bunker, wiped the dirt off his face, and grabbed a grenade.

"Blow it up, you bastard!"

He twisted open a ring, swung his arm wide, and threw it forcefully into the crowd!

boom!

Flames shot into the sky, and more than a dozen American soldiers were blown into the air.

Wang Dazhuang followed suit, roaring as he threw a grenade.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another, and grenades rained down on the American assault troops like hail, temporarily halting their offensive.

But the US military commander had gone completely mad.

He grabbed the radio again and let out a final scream:

"Request airstrike! I repeat, request immediate airstrike on these coordinates!"

The clear "Request airstrike" over the radio sent a chill down He Yuzhu's spine.

Air raid!

This is the real killer move!

He immediately turned around and roared at Wang Dazhuang beside him, "Send a telegram to headquarters right now! Tell them we've held off an enemy battalion! But they've called in aircraft! Requesting support! Quickly!"

"Yes!" Wang Dazhuang scrambled towards the radio station.

He Yuzhu raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

Several ominous black dots are rapidly enlarging.

It is a US military fighter-bomber.

He took a deep breath, his voice not loud, but it carried throughout the entire position.

"Everyone! Prepare to fire on the air!"

"Today, let's stir up this hornet's nest!"