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

The darkness before dawn is the most agonizing.

On the highlands of Tieling, the stench of gunpowder smoke and blood was so foul it made people feel nauseous.

He Yuzhu lay prone by the trench, a blade of dry grass dangling from his mouth, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

The system rewards of [Mountain Combat Mastery] and [Tactical Command Enhancement] have been fully absorbed.

At this moment, a three-dimensional map of the entire Tieling Heights automatically generated in his mind, clearly showing where the blind spots were, where troops could be hidden, and where it was suitable for counter-slope attacks.

"Company commander, including the two of us, there are forty-two brothers left." Wang Dazhuang leaned over, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "We don't have many bullets left either. If we divide them up, we won't even have five bullets each."

He Yuzhu spat out the grass roots, his eyes eerily calm.

That's enough.

"Enough?" Wang Dazhuang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Five bullets? What good are they? Enough to fill a tooth gap?

"The enemy is even more anxious than we are." He Yuzhu pointed to the dark American positions below the mountain. "We've captured that old codger Walker, Operation Iron Fist has completely fallen apart, and MacArthur's blood pressure is probably about to burst out of his skull right now."

"They'll go absolutely crazy at daybreak."

The voice just fell.

"Chirp—Boom!"

A stark white flare shot into the sky, illuminating the high ground as if it were daytime!

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble violently.

It wasn't artillery fire.

It was the roar of tank engines and the thunderous sound of thousands of military boots pounding the earth!

"Fuck! Kill them all!"

Down the mountain, the shouts of the US military commander could be clearly heard.

They've gone mad!

Without any tactical probing, the two battalions, a dense, dark mass covering the mountains and fields, like a swarm of wasps whose beehive had been disturbed, launched a desperate charge!

They must tear this place apart at all costs before the main force of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army arrives!

"Everyone, fix bayonets."

He Yuzhu's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sharp knife, instantly piercing through the noisy battlefield.

"Snap!"

Forty-two bayonets, under the pale light, gleamed with a chilling glint.

"Get closer and fire." He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes and uttered three words: "Fifty meters."

The US military is getting closer.

One hundred meters.

Eighty meters.

Sixty meters.

"Company Commander!" The soldiers' fingers were gripping the triggers tightly, their palms sweating profusely.

"Stay calm." He Yuzhu's voice was like a pillar of strength.

Fifty meters!

At this distance, you can even see the ferocity on the face of the American soldier opposite and his blue eyes!

"beat!"

He Yuzhu's M1 rifle roared first.

"Bang!"

The American commander at the forefront had a bloody flower explode between his eyebrows and fell backward.

"Da da da!"

The two remaining machine guns spewed out angry flames.

At this point, practically face-to-face, every bullet was deadly. The American soldiers at the forefront fell in droves, like wheat being harvested by a sickle.

But there are just too many enemies!

As those in front fell, those behind stepped over the corpses of their fallen comrades and continued their frantic charge forward.

"Grenades! Throw them all out!" He Yuzhu roared.

Dozens of grenades traced deadly arcs through the air, precisely striking the densest part of the crowd.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Severed limbs and bits of flesh flew everywhere.

Using the smoke and dust from the explosion, He Yuzhu leaped up and jumped directly out of the trench.

"Comrades! For the motherland and the people behind us!"

"kill--!"

Forty-two men, covered in blood, launched a desperate counterattack against two thousand heavily armed enemies!

Was this suicide?

Do not!

This is the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's unsheathed sword!

The "King of Soldiers Engine" activated instantly, and He Yuzhu shot into the enemy ranks like a cannonball!

With a flick of the bayonet, he parried the opponent's gun muzzle, then with lightning speed, plunged it into the opponent's heart, pulled it out, and moved on to the next one!

The movements are extremely fast, without any unnecessary frills; every move is a pure killing technique!

He is a tireless killing machine!

In just one encounter, seven or eight American soldiers died by his blade!

"Monster! It's the Tiger! The white-clothed Death God!"

Some American soldiers recognized the white figure dancing on the corpses and let out a pig-like scream.

The offensive of two thousand men was visibly halted by the ferocity of one man!

But the difference in numbers is ultimately an insurmountable gap.

"puff!"

Wang Dazhuang was struck hard on the back with the butt of a gun by an enemy, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Company commander... I can't go on..."

One by one, his comrades fell around him.

He Yuzhu was covered in blood, it was impossible to tell whether it was from the enemy or his own. He was breathing heavily, desperately protecting Wang Dazhuang, his eyes still fierce as a wolf.

Is it... over?

It was at this most desperate moment.

A loud sound, so loud it seemed to tear the sky apart, suddenly rang out from among the distant mountains.

"Drip-drip-drip-drip"

That's a bugle call!

That was a fear that struck terror into the hearts of armies worldwide, a fear etched into their very bones!

This is our bugle call to charge!

Immediately afterwards, the earth trembled, and the morning mist was torn apart.

Countless figures in yellow-green military uniforms surged out from all directions! Covering the entire mountainside, it was like a landslide, like a tsunami!

Reinforcements!

Our main force has arrived!

Upon hearing the bugle call and seeing the yellow-green ocean, the madness on the faces of the American soldiers was instantly replaced by endless despair.

"Chinese! Millions of them! Run!"

The morale of the troops collapsed instantly!

The American troops, who had initially been so aggressive, dropped their weapons and fled in a panic.

As He Yuzhu watched his comrades surge towards him like a tide, his nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally relaxed a little.

He pulled Wang Dazhuang up, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth stained with blood.

"See, I told you, you won't die."

A division commander with a burly, towering physique was the first to rush to the high ground. Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, and then at He Yuzhu, who stood firm like a war god amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his tiger-like eyes instantly turned red.

One hundred and twenty men withstood an enemy ten times their size for two full days and two nights!

This is a fucking miracle!

The division commander strode up to He Yuzhu, straightened up abruptly, and gave a solemn military salute.

"I am Yang Dapao, commander of the 112th Division of the 38th Army!"

"Comrade He Yuzhu! You are outstanding! You are like a steel nail driven into the heart of the enemy!"

He Yuzhu forced himself to stand up straight and returned the greeting.

"Reporting, Commander! The position is still intact! Mission... complete!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body swayed violently.

Commander Yang grabbed him and turned to roar hoarsely at the people behind him, "Medics! Where the hell are you all?! Quick! Get the best medicine and the best doctors here! If He Laohu loses a single hair, I'll kill you all!"

At this moment.

As dawn broke, golden sunlight shone on He Yuzhu's face, which was covered in gunpowder.

On the high ground of Tieling, bright red flags fluttered in the wind.

In this battle, He Laohu's name was renowned for his bravery, surpassing all others in the army.

It was even given a new title—

A peerless hero!