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In the battle just now, Zhou Zheng'an first threw grenades with great accuracy and force, throwing the enemy into disarray from 200 meters away. Later, he led a few men to hold their ground in the trench and withstood the suppression of the enemy's heavy machine gun.

During the final counterattack, he rushed to the front, and the bullets seemed to have eyes, with the grenades always landing in the most densely packed areas of the enemy ranks.

Coupled with the series of battles fought during the reinforcement journey, it was simply unbelievable. Such combat effectiveness completely won over these soldiers who had just endured two days and two nights of forced march and fierce fighting.

Now, they will obey Zhou Zheng'an unconditionally, even if it means their death.

This is the prestige earned through battle, which is more effective than any order.

At that moment, American fighter jets and bombers attacked, their terrifying roars followed by a frenzied bombing. Bombs rained down, flames soared into the sky, and the explosions were deafening.

Then the artillery began to roar, and shells whistled as they crashed into the position.

Soon, four bombers began to fly low and swooped down toward position number one.

Bombs rained down from under the fuselage, instantly turning the position into a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, the artillery fire, linked with that of artillery in the distance, crashed down around the trenches, sending up a shower of rubble.

"Everyone retreat to the tunnel entrance!" Zhou Zheng'an lay prone in the trench, tightly clutching a heavy machine gun. "I'll stay behind with four men!"

Without hesitation, the soldiers quickly retreated back into the tunnel.

Zhou Zheng'an lay prone behind a mound of earth in the trench, squinting at the sky. All four bombers were bombing the No. 1 position, but the No. 3 position on the flank was completely silent; not even a gunshot could be heard.

His heart skipped a beat, and his face instantly darkened.

"Something's not right," he whispered to the soldier beside him. "The surface positions of position number two are probably gone."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dense mass of figures suddenly appeared on the distant hillside, signaling another round of attacks from the United States.

Carrying rifles and carbines, and under the cover of heavy machine guns, they advanced step by step toward the trenches.

"Fire!" Zhou Zheng'an grabbed a heavy crane gun and pulled the trigger.

The heavy machine guns spat out fire wildly, bullets raining down like a storm tearing through the air, sweeping towards the American soldiers charging at the forefront.

Several soldiers fell to the ground, but the men behind them did not stop; instead, they charged forward even more frantically.

Their machine guns and rocket launchers also opened fire, bullets whizzing past Zhou Zheng'an's ears, and shells landing in front of the trench, splattering him with dirt.

The battle instantly became a stalemate. The firepower of both sides intertwined, and the position turned into a sea of ​​fire.

American soldiers hid in shell craters and kept firing mortars at the trenches.

The volunteer soldiers lay prone behind the mounds of earth, firing precise bursts with submachine guns and rifles.

Zhou Zheng'an's heavy gun barrel had become scorching hot, but he showed no sign of stopping. His eyes were fixed on the enemy group, and his finger kept pulling the trigger.

"This can't go on!" Zhou Zheng'an shoved the heavy machine gun aside, grabbed a submachine gun from the ground, and shouted, "Follow me and charge out!"

He leaped out of the trench and pounced forward with the agility of a leopard.

The bullets from the submachine gun swept across the enemy ranks, and several American soldiers who had just poked their heads out immediately fell to the ground.

As he ran, he pulled a grenade from his pocket, pulled the pin, and threw it forward. The grenade landed in the middle of the enemy ranks, and the shrapnel instantly felled many of them.

"Commander! Wait for us!" Several soldiers rushed out and followed Zhou Zheng'an, charging towards the enemy's position.

Zhou Zheng'an's charge disrupted the US formation; they hadn't expected the Chinese People's Volunteer Army to dare to launch a preemptive strike.

In the chaos, more than twenty soldiers were mowed down by the firepower of Zhou Zheng'an and his men.

Enraged, the American commander immediately ordered a massive artillery bombardment of the surface positions.

The shells exploded around Zhou Zheng'an, and the smoke almost swallowed his figure.

"Commander! Watch out!" A loud shout suddenly came.

Just as Zhou Zheng'an was about to dodge, he felt a force suddenly push him away. Immediately afterward, with a loud "boom," a mortar shell landed where he had just been standing.

He fell to the ground, and when he turned around, he saw that the soldier who had just pushed him away was now lying in a pool of blood.

The soldier's abdomen was ripped open by shrapnel, and blood stained the soil beneath him. His fingers were still gripping the submachine gun tightly, and his eyes were wide open, as if he were still looking at the enemy in front of him.

"Er Liu!" Zhou Zheng'an rushed over and hugged his cold body tightly. His chest ached as if it were being torn apart, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He knew that Da Liu was worried about him getting into trouble, but he had the Golden Armor Protection skill, so taking a hit was nothing to him.

But Da Liu didn't know that this lovable soldier had traded his life for his safety.

"Ah—" Zhou Zheng'an roared, grabbed the submachine gun beside him, and started firing wildly at the enemy.

His marksmanship became increasingly accurate, and every bullet could take down an enemy.

The soldiers who rushed out with him saw that their commander's eyes were bloodshot, and they charged forward like madmen. The soldiers in the tunnel, hearing the gunfire outside, also rushed out, guns in hand, and charged at the enemy.

"Kill!" "Hold the line!" The roars echoed across the battlefield.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers charged down the mountain like tigers, instantly breaking through the US's defenses.

The American soldiers could no longer hold out, and they dropped their weapons and ran away.

They were so focused on charging forward that they didn't notice the volunteer soldiers had caught up with them. Gunshots rang out behind them, and one by one, they fell to the ground.

Ten minutes later, the gunfire gradually subsided. The US's third attack had completely failed.

Zhou Zheng'an stood by the trench, looking at the corpses and bloodstains scattered on the ground, his heart heavy. The bodies of the two Lius lay at his feet, covered with a Volunteer Army overcoat.

He knelt down, gently closed Da Liu's eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Comrade Er Liu, farewell."

He turned around and said sternly to the soldiers surrounding him, "Don't be so reckless again! No one is allowed to run out easily; that's against discipline! Your lives are for defending the position, not for taking bullets!"

The soldiers lowered their heads, and no one spoke, but they knew that their commander was doing it for their own good.

They had all witnessed what happened, and felt both admiration and sadness.

For the next half hour, the position was unusually quiet. The US seemed to have been scared and did not launch another attack.

Zhou Zheng'an squatted by the trench, drawing a map of the position's layout on the ground with a twig. Position number two was completely silent; even the occasional gunfire had disappeared.

"Company Commander Wang, Company Commander Li!" Zhou Zheng'an stood up and called out towards the tunnel entrance. Wang Fuguo and Li Aimin quickly walked over. "Regimental Commander, what are your orders?"

"The second position has probably fallen," Zhou Zheng'an said gravely. "I'm going to take a platoon over there to check."

"No, Commander!" Wang Fuguo immediately objected. "It's too dangerous! If anyone's going, it should be me leading the men. You're the commander; you can't leave Position Number One so easily!"

"I'm faster than you guys," Zhou Zheng'an said after thinking for a moment. "You two stay here and hold position number one. After I leave, the two of you will form a temporary command team. If the Americans come again, fight using the same tactics as before, don't engage in a direct confrontation."

He paused, then added, "If I'm not back within half an hour, don't worry about me, don't send anyone else over, just focus on holding the line."