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"Stone--!!!"

Thunder bear roared in the mountains.

That voice sounded like a real, ferocious bear.

The rock walls trembled from the shock.

The tremor caused rubble to fall in a shower.

He lifted the stone's body with one hand.

Raise it above your head.

With his other hand, he grabbed a protrusion on the rock face.

Climb upwards.

He was using the "corpses" of stones to clear a path.

He couldn't let his soldiers down.

"Get them—!!!"

"Charge!!"

Lei Xiong appeared to be insane.

Charge upwards.

Behind.

Jin Sheng witnessed this scene.

He was climbing about ten meters below and to the side of Lei Xiong.

He was covered in sweat.

He saw everything that just happened, from when Shi Tou rushed forward to block the bullets.

Clearly and distinctly.

It's like a knife etched into my brain.

Now, he saw Lei Xiong's body holding the stone.

Charge upwards.

His eyes instantly reddened.

"Thunder Bear—!!!"

he growled.

The sound was torn apart.

Lei Xiong did not turn around.

But he heard it.

"Jin Sheng—" His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, "Come up here—!!!"

"Let's all hold up this stone—!!!"

Jin Sheng did not hesitate.

He exerted his strength suddenly.

He leaped three steps on the cliff face.

He literally increased his height by five meters.

My hand is cut.

My legs are shaking.

My lungs are about to explode.

But he arrived.

They arrived at Lei Xiong's side.

He stretched out his hand.

It supported the stone's leg.

Those legs could no longer move.

But Kim Seung-ho held on.

It's like holding up the most precious thing.

The two of them held up the body that had already "died in battle".

Together they blocked the marking bullets fired from above.

Let's move forward together.

Li Huai is further down.

He was calculating the sniper's shooting patterns.

Find the best route.

This is his habit.

Fight with your brain.

Win with data.

But when he looked up...

I saw those two figures—

Lei Xiong and Jin Sheng charged upwards, carrying stones in their hands.

His calculations stopped.

He pushed up his glasses.

The eyes behind the glasses were red.

"Oh shit."

He muttered a curse under his breath.

This was the first time in his life that he had ever sworn at someone.

Then, he started climbing.

It's not about finding a route.

It is a straight line.

The shortest straight line.

The straightest line.

Heading towards Lei Xiong's direction.

Wang Jin was also climbing.

This taciturn demolition expert.

Normally, he's like an emotionless machine.

But at this moment, his eyes were burning with fire.

The fire was very strong.

It's so hot it looks like it's about to burst into flames.

He didn't say anything.

Just climbing.

Use the fastest speed.

Use the most powerful force.

up.

up.

up.

Three more people joined Lei Xiong's group.

Kim Seung-won is on the left.

The left leg supporting the stone.

Li Huai is on the right.

The right arm supporting the stone.

Wang Jin was behind.

Using his back to support the stone at the waist.

Four people, sitting in a circle.

Together they held up the young "corpse".

Let's move forward together.

Together--

A wall was built with flesh and blood.

The roar of the thunder bear echoed through the valley:

"Stone--!!!"

"You son of a bitch—!!!"

"They're the best soldiers I've ever led—!!!"

The sound pierced through the gunshot.

It pierced through the sound of the wind.

It penetrated—

The heart of every person.

Jin Sheng roared in response:

"Stone--!!!"

"You're a true Shandong man!!!"

Li Huai was also shouting:

"Stone--!!!"

"Didn't you want to be a general?!"

"Let's climb up together—!!!"

Wang Jin remained silent.

But he pressed the stone's waist even tighter.

It's standing even straighter now.

one meter.

Two meters.

three meters.

five meters.

ten meters.

They were getting closer and closer to the top of Sheshan Mountain.

Those bullets are still flying.

It hit the stone.

puff.

puff.

puff.

The white marker powder is increasing.

The stone has almost turned white.

But he's still there.

They're still being held up.

Still there—

Blocking it.

Meanwhile, halfway up Sheshan Mountain.

Zhao Dapao lay prone on the rock wall, his chest stained white by the marking bullets.

He was an artilleryman from the Northwest Military Region; his voice was like thunder, and his walk like an earthquake. He had led over a hundred men, and while he had scolded them mercilessly, they all respected him.

"Zhao Dapao is scolding you for your own good." This is the consensus in their brigade.

The bullet just now hit him right in the middle of his chest.

He looked down at the white expanse.

He looked up again—the five men, carrying the "corpses" of stones, were charging upwards.

His eyes turned red.

"That kid Stone..." he murmured, "Not bad..."

After being shot, Zhao Dapao's body fell down, landing in a critical position.

Above the route Lei Xiong and his group had just taken, there was a protruding rock that could block the sniper's line of fire.

He lay there.

He used his already "dead" body to block the line of fire.

A marking round was fired.

Hit him on the back.

He didn't move.

Another one.

It still hasn't moved.

He lay there, like a real stone.

A stone made of flesh and blood, which will never move.

Twenty meters below Zhao Dapao, a thin figure was struggling.

His name is Hou San, a communications soldier from Hunan, who speaks with a heavy Xiangxi accent. He's usually quiet, but he's incredibly observant. When that grenade exploded, he dodged quickly and wasn't hit at all.

But now, he's been shot too.

A marker bullet hit his left leg.

According to the rules, his left leg was injured and he could no longer climb.

But he looked up—the five people were still going up, but the route was becoming increasingly dangerous.

He gritted his teeth.

He pulled out the coil of communication cable he carried with him from his belt—not an ordinary cable, but a high-strength fiber optic cable used by special forces, capable of supporting two hundred kilograms.

He tied one end to his waist and swung the other end upwards with force.

It was handed over to Jin Sheng.

Jin Sheng was stunned.

Hou San looked at him and called out in a voice with a Hunan accent:

"Jin Sheng—!!!"

"Use this—!!!"

"Using me as an anchor point—!!!"

Jin Sheng's eyes instantly turned red.

That's optical fiber used by communications soldiers; it's extremely tough and can be used as a rope.

Hou San fixed himself to the rock face, using his body as an anchor point.

This allows those in positions of authority to leverage their influence.

It can be faster.

Yes—you can go up there alive.

On the eastern cliff face, a bald, burly man was sliding down.

His name is Wei Dayong. He's a reconnaissance soldier from the Beijing Military Region. His favorite pastime is getting into fights, and nobody in the entire brigade dares to mess with him. But when it comes to actual combat, he's always the first to charge in.

He was just hit in the back of the head by a marking bullet—half of his helmet was stained white.

According to the rules, he should have stayed where he was and waited for rescue.

But he didn't.

He no longer cared about his own body and let it slide down.

It's not about running away.

It slides down to the key position.

There, two young soldiers were desperately climbing, but their strength was almost gone. There was no cover above them, and a sniper could hit them at any moment.

Wei Dayong slid over them.

He used his bald head to block the sniper's line of sight.

A bullet hit him in the forehead.

White.

Another one.

It's still white.

His "corpse" remained completely still.

But he was still muttering curses under his breath:

"Come on! Hit your grandpa here! Grandpa's head's hard!"

The two young soldiers looked at the bald head, and tears streamed down their faces.

But they didn't stop.

They climbed upwards, stepping on the safe zone that Wei Dayong had carved out with his body.

In the northwest corner, a silent figure is moving slowly.

His name was Yang Tieshan, a former engineer from the Lanzhou Military Region. He was usually quiet, but incredibly hardworking. He had just been hit by two bullets and, according to the rules, was "killed in action."

But he died at a crevice—there was a deep ravine in the rock wall, but no one dared to climb it because it was too dangerous.

Yang Tieshan climbed inside.

Use your own body as a ladder.

He lay prone in the ravine, his limbs bracing against the rock walls on both sides, turning himself into a human bridge.

Those above can climb over by stepping on his back.

It allows you to bypass the most dangerous section of the road.

Yes, you can live.

A soldier stepped over his back.

two.

Three.

Four.

Yang Tieshan pressed his face against the cold rock, gritting his teeth, without uttering a sound.

His back ached from being stepped on, but he didn't move.

I just tried my best to hold on.

Hang in there.

Hold on until the last soldier passes.

Further away, a female soldier was slowly falling.

Her name is Shen Mei, and she is a military doctor from the Nanjing Military Region. Just now, while she was climbing, she was shot herself while trying to save a comrade who had been wounded.

Although not fatal, it deprived them of the right to climb upwards.

But as she fell, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the foot of a soldier who was climbing nearby.

The soldier was stunned.

Shen Mei looked up at him—his handsome face was covered in sweat and tears:

"You...step on me to get up..."

"There's a protruding rock up there... I can't reach it by myself..."

"You can get up by stepping on me..."

The soldier's eyes turned red.

"No...you..."

"Hurry!" Shen Mei's voice shrilly. "There's no time!"

The soldier gritted his teeth, stepped on her shoulders, and began to climb.

I reached the protruding rock.

They climbed up.

He turned around and looked at Shen Mei below.

Shen Mei was sliding down the rock face.

But she had a smile on her face.

One by one.

Groups of them.

None of the soldiers who had already "fallen in battle" stopped.

Some used their bodies to block bullets.

Some people use themselves as anchors.

Some acted as human ladders.

Some used their last bit of strength to push their comrades upwards.

Zhao Dapao, Hou San, Wei Dayong, Yang Tieshan, Shen Mei...

There are many more whose names were not recorded.

They used their "corpses" to pave a path for the living.

A road paved with blood and flesh.

A road leading to the top of the mountain.

A road leading to 1937.