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

In the sky, three US fighter jets circled like vultures, emitting a piercing whistle.

They circled recklessly above the mountaintop, the cannons beneath their wings gleaming with a deadly cold light.

"Scatter! Find cover and hide!" He Yuzhu roared at the top of his lungs.

The soldiers scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling and crawling into the artillery shelter.

"Da da da da—!"

The Vulcan cannon on the plane began to roar, and the scorching bullet belts lashed the mountaintop like the Grim Reaper's whip, sending dirt and rocks flying everywhere!

Several soldiers who were a step too slow had their bodies torn apart instantly, without even having time to utter a scream.

He Yuzhu's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding.

He lunged at an anti-aircraft machine gun, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, and fired a burst into the sky!

"You beast! Get down here right now!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The angry flames shot straight into the sky, but the enemy planes were too fast and maneuvered too skillfully, and the bullets could only whiz past them in vain.

An airplane dismissively flapped its wings and then swooped down, releasing two dark bombs from their racks.

"Lie down!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The violent explosion sent up a towering wave, instantly reducing the two newly repaired fortifications to scrap.

He Yuzhu's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

If things continue like this, let alone waiting for reinforcements, they won't even be able to withstand the next wave of attacks; they'll just be sitting ducks!

It was at this desperate moment.

From the distant horizon came a completely different roar of engines, high-pitched and loud!

He Yuzhu suddenly looked up.

At the edge of the horizon, several lithe silver figures were tearing through the clouds at an astonishing speed!

The bright red August 1st Army emblem on the nose of the plane gleamed in the sunlight!

It's a MiG-15!

"Holy crap! It's our MiG! Our bird is here!" Wang Dazhuang's voice cracked with excitement, and tears were almost streaming down his face.

He Yuzhu's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

"Reinforcements have arrived! Our air force has arrived!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's MiG fighters, like unsheathed swords, charged straight at the three arrogant American fighter jets.

"Da da da!"

A dogfight erupted in the sky in an instant! The tracer rounds from the machine guns intertwined to form a deadly web.

In just a few dozen seconds, a US military aircraft was locked on by a MiG, its wing was broken off on the spot, and it crashed down, trailing thick black smoke!

The other two American planes were terrified and didn't dare to linger, so they immediately turned around and ran away.

Our MiG fighters did not pursue, but circled once over the Tieling Heights, as if paying tribute to their comrades on the ground, before roaring away.

The crisis is temporarily over.

He Yuzhu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, but he knew this was just an appetizer.

Down the mountain, a dark mass of American troops was regrouping, clearly not intending to give up.

He turned and looked back at his brothers.

Of the 120 men in the company, fewer than 80 are still standing.

Everyone was covered in dust and wounds, but their eyes were fierce, like a pack of hungry wolves.

No one is afraid of death.

He Yuzhu took a deep breath, his voice hoarse but firm.

"Brothers, the foreigners will come back."

"But we cannot retreat even an inch!"

"Why? Because behind us lies our motherland, our home!"

"If we retreat, the enemy will dare to charge in! Then our parents, our wives, and our children will suffer!"

"So, you better guard this like it's your own doorstep!"

"Even if I bleed to death, I will drive this nail right into the ground!"

"Yes!" The surviving soldiers roared with all their might.

"Okay!" He Yuzhu nodded. "Prepare for the meal!"

3 PM.

The US military has sounded the offensive horn once again.

This time, they went all out.

Two reinforced battalions, more than a thousand men, pressed forward in droves.

To make matters worse, there were more than a dozen M4 Sherman tanks ahead of the column, like a group of steel behemoths, making a rumbling roar.

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold as he looked at the scene.

*Damn it, even canned food has arrived.*

"Wang Dazhuang!"

"arrive!"

"Take our best demolition experts and go open a few cans for me!"

"yes!"

Wang Dazhuang crouched low and, leading a few of his boldest soldiers, stealthily made his way down the mountain.

They swiftly planted several explosive charges along the path the tanks were bound to take, and then quickly withdrew.

The American tanks, completely unaware, rumbled and rolled over.

He Yuzhu raised his hand high, staring intently at the approaching steel monster.

The soldiers held their breath.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters!

As the three tanks in front fully entered the minefield, He Yuzhu suddenly swung his hand down!

"fry!"

"BOOM—! BOOM!!"

The earth is shaking!

The three tanks at the front were instantly engulfed by the huge fireball, their turrets were blown into the air, and they were instantly turned into a pile of black smoke and scrap metal!

The tanks behind were so frightened that they slammed on their brakes, and the infantry were thrown into chaos.

late!

"Give me a good beating!" He Yuzhu roared like a wild beast.

"Da da da! Tu tu tu tu!"

All machine guns and rifles opened fire simultaneously, bullets raining down like free iron rain on the American infantry group that had lost the cover of tanks.

Large numbers of American soldiers fell like stalks of wheat being cut down.

The U.S. commander was furious, drew his gun, and roared, "Advance and take that hill at all costs!"

With bloodshot eyes, the American soldiers launched a desperate charge, stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

Soon, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle.

Melee combat!

He Yuzhu threw down his rifle, grabbed a bayonet, and charged into the enemy ranks like a tiger descending a mountain.

Just as an American soldier raised his gun, He Yuzhu swayed and dodged like a ghost, his bayonet flashing in the process!

scoff!

Hot blood splattered all over his face.

Another enemy attacked from the side, but He Yuzhu didn't turn his head and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick, striking the opponent squarely in the chest.

The soldier screamed and flew backward like a tattered sack, knocking down two of his comrades.

He Yuzhu has gone completely berserk!

He was a highly efficient killing machine; wherever he went, severed limbs flew and screams of agony filled the air.

Wang Dazhuang and his men were also in a bloodthirsty frenzy, using bayonets, rifle butts, fists, and even their teeth to engage in the most primitive and bloodiest battles with the enemy.

The battle lasted for a full two hours.

As dusk fell, the American troops finally gave out and retreated in disarray, leaving behind hundreds of corpses.

At the mountaintop, He Yuzhu leaned on his bayonet, his body covered in blood, indistinguishable between his own and the enemy's.

The team of over eighty people has now dwindled to just over fifty.

Everyone looked like they had crawled out of hell, but no one fell down.

He looked at the enemy regrouping in the distance and knew they would definitely come again.

He Yuzhu turned around and looked at the tired but determined faces.

"Brothers, hold on!" he said in a deep voice. "Reinforcements are on their way!"

The soldiers nodded silently.

They firmly believed that as long as He Laohu was still standing, this position would not be lost!

Night falls.

At the mountaintop, there was a deathly silence.

He Yuzhu sat in the dilapidated bunker, carefully wiping the captured M1 rifle with a cloth.

Wang Dazhuang limped over and handed over a telegram.

"Captain, a telegram from headquarters."

He Yuzhu took it and glanced at it in the dim moonlight.

"Reinforcements will arrive first thing tomorrow morning," he said slowly. "They have ordered us to hold out for the last night at all costs."

Wang Dazhuang breathed a long sigh of relief and plopped down on the ground: "Great! Finally, there's something to look forward to!"

He Yuzhu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant American military camp.

There, bonfires burned continuously, and figures moved about, clearly preparing for tomorrow's final assault.

Should we wait for them to come and fight?

A glint of madness flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes.

I won't do it!

He suddenly stood up.

"Wang Dazhuang!"

"arrive!"

"Choose ten of the best-skilled brothers and come with me."

Wang Dazhuang was taken aback: "Captain, where are we going?"

"What are you doing?" He Yuzhu sneered, revealing a set of white teeth. "Instead of sitting and waiting to be beaten, let's go to their house and flip the table now! The best defense is offense!"

Wang Dazhuang instantly understood, grinned widely, and laughed like a 300-pound child.

"Understood! I'll go right away!"

Soon, a twelve-man suicide squad, personally led by He Yuzhu, disappeared into the night like ghosts.

They infiltrated the US military camp silently.

In the camp, most of the American soldiers were already asleep, with only a few patrols and sentries around the campfire.

He Yuzhu made a gesture.

Everyone immediately scattered and made their way to their respective targets—tents, ammunition piles, cooking trucks…

"Let's do it!"

At He Yuzhu's command, more than a dozen grenades were thrown simultaneously into the densest crowd and supplies!

"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

The deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of the night in an instant!

The US military camp was instantly transformed into an inferno and a living hell!

He Yuzhu was like the Grim Reaper in the dark night, rapidly moving through the chaotic camp. With each swing of his bayonet, he took away a life.

Ten minutes later, the suicide squad withdrew from the camp unscathed before the US forces could mount an effective counterattack.

Back on the mountaintop, He Yuzhu looked down at the towering flames and the screams echoing across the mountain, a cold smile curving his lips.

He knew that the Americans were terrified tonight and would never dare to come again.

And tomorrow, after dawn.

When our reinforcements arrived.

This highland called Tieling will truly be as solid as a rock!

He Yuzhu leaned against the wall of the bunker and slowly closed his eyes.

Just then, that familiar mechanical voice finally rang in my mind.

[Ding! Check-in successful! Location: Tieling Heights (Bloodbath Mode)!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained rare rewards: Mountain Combat Mastery and Tactical Command Enhancement!]

He Yuzhu felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

It's gotten even stronger!

This is a huge profit!