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Three minutes later, Hu Qiudao arrived at position number one.

Only seven men remained at position number one, three of whom were wounded. The wounded soldiers lay on the ground, their faces filled with pain and exhaustion.

However, they did not leave the front lines.

Because we knew we didn't have enough manpower.

Hu Qiudao looked at them, a pang of sorrow gripping his heart. He then explained that he was the only one left at his position, number two; the comrade who had gone to call for reinforcements had also perished.

These words silenced the entire position once again.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the occasional distant explosions of artillery shells sounding particularly jarring in the silence.

It wasn't that they were afraid of death or sacrifice; everyone's eyes burned with a resolute flame—a testament to their loyalty to their country and their dedication to their mission.

But they were worried that they wouldn't be able to hold their ground, since the enemy's sudden and frenzied attack must have a major conspiracy.

If the US forces were to successfully capture Hill 1, it would bring enormous losses and threats to the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, with unimaginable consequences.

However, there was nothing they could do; the enemy's firepower was simply too overwhelming.

Even with tunnels, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army was struggling to hold out.

The dense barrage of shells rained down, causing the tunnel to tremble and dust to billow, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Moreover, the enemy's surprise attack was very sudden, and many soldiers were killed in the first round of bombardment.

At this moment, the American attacking forces struck again. Seeing that the number of Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers on position number one was small, they grinned menacingly, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.

They charged forward even more frantically.

Hu Qiudao followed up by firing wildly from position number one, his figure darting across the position like a cheetah.

The sound of submachine guns was like an angry roar, and each shot was accompanied by the fall of an enemy.

After that, he started throwing grenades like crazy.

He forcefully hurled the grenade at the enemy. The grenade traced arcs in the air before exploding with a loud "boom," sending the enemy flying through the air in a bloody mess.

His arm trembled slightly from the exertion, but he ignored it and continued throwing grenades.

Half an hour later, the enemy's attack was repelled.

Only five men remained at position number one, four of whom were wounded.

The wounded soldiers lay on the ground, their faces filled with pain and exhaustion, but they gritted their teeth and did not utter a single groan.

In other words, only Hu Qiudao and a squad leader named Zhang Dachun remained uninjured at the No. 1 position.

Zhang Dachun looked at Hu Qiudao with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

His lips trembled slightly as he said, "Comrade Hu Qiudao, thanks to you all. If it weren't for you, we would have lost our position long ago. You are simply amazing."

Even though it was December, Hu Qiudao was still covered in sweat.

He wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Squad leader, this is what I should do. We are all volunteers, and we must hold the position. This is our mission and our responsibility."

At that time, everyone's thoughts were very simple and honest.

At this moment, the enemy attacked the second position again. Seeing that the situation was not good, Hu Qiudao immediately said to Zhang Dachun, "Squad leader, you stay here and hold the line. I'll go to the second position to snipe the enemy."

Zhang Dachun nodded and said, "Okay, Comrade Hu Qiudao, be careful. Make sure you come back alive."

His voice carried a hint of worry and concern.

Without hesitation, Hu Qiudao ran towards the second position. His figure appeared and disappeared in the smoke, like a fearless warrior rushing towards the edge of death.

Three minutes later, Hu Qiudao returned to position number two, quickly found a favorable position, set up his submachine gun, and aimed at the enemy charging up.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the front, his finger lightly on the trigger, waiting for the enemy to enter firing range.

When the enemy came within 180 meters of firing range, Hu Qiudao pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The dense bullets rained down on the enemy, and two enemies immediately fell to the ground. The screams of the enemy and the gunfire mingled together, creating a terrifying symphony.

But the enemy did not retreat and continued to charge towards the position.

There was no other way; there were supervisory teams below.

Many of the American and South Korean soldiers wore expressions of morbid madness and cruelty, as if they wanted to annihilate the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. Hu Qiudao constantly changed positions, making it impossible for the enemy to accurately aim at him.

He moved nimbly across the battlefield like a cunning fox.

He fired and threw grenades, blasting the enemy into a frenzy. His arms were already numb, but he persisted, continuing to throw grenades at the enemy.

Each explosion was accompanied by the screams of the enemy and the splattering of blood and flesh, but he showed no pity or hesitation.

war.

war.

war.

His tenacious resistance repelled the enemy's attack once again.

Hu Qiudao watched the retreating enemy and let out a long sigh of relief. His body was exhausted, but he knew the battle was not over; the enemy would come again, and he could not stop.

After waiting for five minutes and seeing that the enemy was no longer attacking immediately, Hu Qiudao ran to support the No. 1 position.

Although his steps were a little unsteady, he still ran resolutely toward position number one.

He then continued firing wildly from position number one. His fingers were blistered from pulling the trigger for so long, but he ignored it and kept firing.

His eyes were bloodshot, but he kept his eyes fixed on the enemy, not daring to relax for a moment.

As a result, after repelling the enemy's attack, only Hu Qiudao was left at the No. 1 position.

He looked at his fallen comrades around him and felt a pang of grief.

But he had no time to grieve; he knew the enemy could attack again at any moment, and he had to be prepared.

Hu Qiudao was having a bit of a headache, as it was quite difficult for him to hold two positions by himself.

But no way.

It's man-made.

So, in the ensuing battle, Hu Qiudao kept running back and forth between the two positions, firing wildly and fighting relentlessly.

His body had reached its limit, but he persevered with sheer willpower.

His clothes were soaked with blood and sweat, and his face was covered in dust and blood, but he still held his ground like a steel warrior.

I only have a little time to rest at night.

He lay on the battlefield, utterly exhausted.

But he kept his ears alert to the sounds around him, and at the slightest disturbance, he would immediately jump up, grab his weapon, and prepare for battle.

He fought alone for forty hours, killing more than 280 enemies, making him truly invincible.

His hands were stiff from holding the gun for so long, and his fingers could no longer bend normally. His eyes were red and swollen from staring at the enemy for so long, and his vision was somewhat blurred.

When the reinforcements finally reached the second position after suffering heavy casualties, they were stunned by what they saw. The position was a scene of devastation, littered with shell craters and bloodstains.

Hu Qiudao stood alone on the position. Although he was exhausted, he could still react quickly to any sound and was ready to fight at any time.