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Hu Qiudao is very interesting.

This person was actually a new recruit who had only been in the Fifth Iron Army for a short time.

Previously, basic training for recruits was only conducted for one month near the front lines.

During basic training, Hu Qiudao's performance was mediocre, one could say quite average. His only advantage was his boldness.

At this time, because the No. 2 position was lower than the No. 1 position, it became the primary target of the US attack.

In the battle plan personally prepared by Lao Fan, a mountain warfare expert, this place was designated as a key assault target.

Therefore, the US artillery, bombers, and mortars poured fire on the No. 2 position almost continuously. The dense shells fell like raindrops, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.

With the added assault of an infantry company, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers on the No. 2 position were quickly killed.

Two hours later, only three or four people remained on the position; all of the more than one hundred men had been killed.

The once bustling battlefield was now deathly silent, filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood.

Then Hu Qiudao went berserk, gripping his submachine gun tightly with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, constantly firing at the enemies charging at him.

The flames spewing from the gun barrel were like an angry fire dragon, relentlessly and precisely reaping the lives of the enemy.

When the gun got so hot from firing, he didn't hesitate to switch to another one and continued firing wildly.

As the fighting progressed, Hu Qiudao suddenly realized something was wrong. The surroundings were eerily quiet, and after repelling the enemy's attack, it seemed that there were no living people around him.

So he frantically shouted his comrade's name: "Wang Ergou!"

"Li Tiezhu!"

"Company Commander!"

"Platoon leader!"

"Class monitor!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one answered him. The only response was a buzzing in his ears, as if endless gunfire and the enemy's shouts were constantly ringing in his ears.

At this moment, the American attacking forces struck again. Countless shells rained down relentlessly, and the deafening explosions still made his ears ache, as if they were trying to deafen him.

Meanwhile, a platoon of American soldiers crawled forward, slowly approaching the position.

Hu Qiudao, all alone, seemed to have suddenly awakened.

He not only forgot his fear and fatigue, but also felt full of energy.

As the enemy drew ever closer, his eyes gleamed with a madness and resolve. He unleashed a furious barrage of fire from his submachine gun, the dense bullets forming a massive net that enveloped the enemy.

After firing for a minute, he immediately moved to another location and continued firing wildly.

His figure flickered constantly on the battlefield, making it impossible for the enemy to pinpoint his exact location.

At the same time, he also threw grenades wildly. He forcefully hurled the grenades at the enemy, which drew arcs in the air before exploding with a "boom," sending the enemy flying in blood and flesh.

He single-handedly provided the firepower of a platoon, causing the US to attack the troops, who assumed there were at least seven or eight Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers present.

An American soldier cried out in terror, "My God, how come there are so many volunteer soldiers here!"

Another soldier said, trembling, "Quick, call for artillery support! Blow them to pieces!"

As a result, the US forces kept calling for artillery support, which blasted the No. 2 position to smithereens.

Everywhere there were shell craters, and the once-solid position was now riddled with holes, resembling a ruin.

Even so, Hu Qiudao firmly held his position. He was like a nail, firmly planted on the ground, preventing the enemy from advancing an inch.

Hu Qiudao only felt tired after the enemy retreated.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, and his hands were numb from holding the gun for so long.

However, he didn't rest immediately. Instead, dragging his exhausted body, he placed the collected weapons next to his fallen comrades. As he arranged the weapons, he murmured to himself, "Squad leader, platoon leader, company commander, don't worry, I will hold this place."

This was to continue firing while lying next to his fallen comrades, thus deceiving the American soldiers into thinking there were many Chinese People's Volunteers present.

This was actually learned from Zhou Zheng'an, who fought in the same way on the small hill during the Battle of Chosin Reservoir.

After that, the US launched another frenzied attack, almost without stopping.

Hu Qiudao had no choice but to keep fighting, repelling nine enemy attacks in a row for five hours straight.

His clothes were already soaked with blood and sweat, and his face was covered with dust and bloodstains, but he still held his ground, his eyes revealing determination and indomitable spirit.

The battle continued until after 4 p.m. After the US attack failed once again, Hu Qiudao realized that he was really tired and wanted to sit down on the ground and never move again.

His body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and every movement was incredibly difficult.

Just then, a similarly young soldier arrived at the neighboring position number one.

He was panting heavily, his face showing anxiety and exhaustion.

Although he didn't recognize him, Hu Qiudao was still very happy, thinking that reinforcements had come. Overjoyed, he immediately shouted, "Comrade, why did you only send one person as reinforcement?"

To everyone's surprise, the soldier looked equally bewildered and said, "Comrade, no, I'm here to request reinforcements. I'm calling for support. We've suffered too many casualties on our position, and we can't hold it anymore."

Hu Qiudao then realized that the other party had come to call for reinforcements.

He sighed helplessly and had no choice but to tell his comrade that all his comrades on his side had already sacrificed themselves, and that he had single-handedly repelled nine enemy attacks.

So the two young soldiers just stared at each other, wide-eyed and somewhat dumbfounded.

Their eyes revealed confusion and helplessness, as if they didn't know what to do next.

After all, they were all new recruits.

At this moment, the US attack forces launched another offensive.

They surged in like a tidal wave, the dense bombardment sounding like the drumbeats of death.

After the American artillery bombardment ended, a platoon of American soldiers rushed over and launched another counterattack.

Hu Qiudao gritted his teeth, gripped his submachine gun tightly with both hands, and fired wildly at the enemy.

The flames spewing from the gun barrel, carrying his helpless anger and stubbornness, illuminated his resolute face.

The young soldier was not to be outdone. He picked up his rifle and shot the enemy one by one with precision.

The two worked together seamlessly, providing cover for each other. Hu Qiudao fired continuously while shouting, "Comrade, watch out on the left!"

The soldier immediately replied, "Understood, you're on the right!"

They fought like this for seventeen minutes, wiping out more than half of the American platoon and forcing the enemy to flee in disarray.

Watching the enemy's retreating figure, Hu Qiudao breathed a sigh of relief.

When Hu Qiudao called out to his comrade to go and support the No. 1 position, he found that his comrade had already sacrificed his life.

His body lay in a pool of blood, his eyes still open, staring into the distance, as if trying to say something.

Hu Qiudao burst into tears. He slowly walked to his comrade's side, gently closed his comrade's eyes, and said, "Comrade, don't worry, I will avenge you."

Afterwards, Hu Qiudao carried two hundred rounds of submachine gun ammunition, a rifle, and more than ten hand grenades, and went alone to support the No. 1 position.

His steps were heavy, but each step was incredibly firm.