When they arrived at the courtyard house and the celestial bridal chamber, they discovered it was a

Wang Fuguo was about to say something when Zhou Zheng'an raised his hand to interrupt him. "It's settled then."

Zhou Zheng'an quickly selected a squad of soldiers who had collected a lot of ammunition while cleaning up the battlefield. Carrying heavy equipment, they followed Zhou Zheng'an and quickly advanced towards position number two.

The No. 1 and No. 2 positions are more than 800 meters apart. They look close, but you have to go down a steep slope and then climb up a hillside that has been blasted into craters.

The road was riddled with craters and scattered shrapnel; one wrong step and you'd be in one. Zhou Zheng'an ordered his soldiers to spread out, each taking cover in a crater, and move forward quickly.

"Stay put!" Zhou Zheng'an whispered. "American planes could come at any moment!"

Thirteen minutes later, they reached the vicinity of position number two.

Zhou Zheng'an lay prone in a shell crater, peering out. Sure enough, the trench was full of American soldiers, about forty in number, squatting in the trench smoking and cleaning their guns, seemingly completely unprepared.

Zhou Zheng'an once again used his battlefield awareness skill, which allowed him to accurately pinpoint where the enemy was lying in ambush and hiding.

"Split up and find cover, locate your respective targets, and open fire in one minute!" Zhou Zheng'an ordered in a low voice.

The entire squad immediately dispersed, crawled into the various shell craters, and, following Zhou Zheng'an's instructions, raised their rifles and aimed at the enemy.

Just one minute later, Zhou Zheng'an pulled the trigger first, and a bullet accurately blew the head off an American soldier.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out from other soldiers.

Caught completely off guard, more than a dozen American soldiers fell instantly. The remaining men frantically grabbed their guns and searched for cover.

Zhou Zheng'an then unleashed a barrage of fire from the heavy machine gun he was carrying into the trenches. Bullets swept across the trenches like wheat being harvested, and American soldiers fell one by one.

After firing a burst of bullets, Zhou Zheng'an handed the machine gun to the soldier next to him, asking him to provide covering fire. Then he grabbed a grenade and charged forward.

He crawled quickly along the ground, throwing grenades one after another into the trench.

"Boom! Boom!" Explosions rang out continuously, and the American soldiers in the trenches were blasted and cried out in pain.

They were completely dumbfounded, not knowing where so many volunteers had come from. In just a few minutes, Zhou Zheng'an and his men wiped them out completely.

Zhou Zheng'an finally reached the edge of the trench, and the moment he jumped in, his heart sank.

The trench was deathly silent, filled with a strong stench of blood. He looked closely and found that there wasn't a single living person in the entire trench, not even a single volunteer soldier.

The bodies of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers were piled up by American soldiers, some still clutching their weapons. Zhou Zheng'an felt a pang of grief.

He slowly squatted down, gently closed the wide-open eyes of a soldier, and whispered, "Comrades, we're too late."

"But don't worry, we will definitely hold our ground and avenge you!"

Afterwards, Zhou Zheng'an ordered the other volunteer soldiers to disperse and search for the tunnels of the No. 2 position.

In fact, barring any unforeseen circumstances, there should still be volunteer soldiers in the tunnel. But their numbers should be small, or rather, they should all be wounded.

Of course, it's also possible that the entire army could be wiped out.

Zhou Zheng'an knew that in the Battle of Shangganling in another timeline, after the surface positions were lost, many people inside the tunnels perished. That's why the Battle of Shangganling was said to be exceptionally fierce.

This land, ravaged by countless artillery fires, was covered in scorched earth and craters, making it incredibly difficult to find hidden tunnel entrances. The soldiers, shovels in hand, carefully searched through the ruins, their eyes glued to every inch that might hold a hidden entrance.

Fortunately, everyone knew where the tunnel entrance was usually located; otherwise, it would truly have been like the blind men and the elephant.

A dozen minutes later, "Found it!" a soldier suddenly shouted.

The crowd quickly gathered around and saw a huge stone slab half-buried in the soil, with some fresh soil marks next to it, clearly indicating that someone was trying to cover up the entrance.

The soldiers immediately began clearing the surrounding soil. They had only dug a few times when a bullet suddenly shot out from under the stone slab, whizzing past one of the soldiers' ears.

"Don't shoot! We're on the same side!" the soldier shouted quickly, while also calling out in his local dialect, "We're the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, here to support you!"

There was a moment of silence beneath the stone slab, then a weak voice came from beneath: "You...are you really on our side?"

"Absolutely true!" Zhou Zheng'an shouted back, "We are from the 15th Iron Army, coming from Position No. 1 to support you!"

A minute or so later, the stone slab was slowly pushed aside, and a soldier with a blood-stained face poked his head out. One of his eyes was bandaged and he was blind, while his other eye was filled with vigilance and exhaustion.

Seeing Zhou Zheng'an and the others wearing the uniforms of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, he breathed a sigh of relief and staggered out.

"Quick...come in quickly," he said weakly. "There's no one inside."

Zhou Zheng'an followed him into the tunnel, where a strong smell of blood hit them.

The tunnel was dark and gloomy, and could only be illuminated by the faint light of torches.

On this side of the tunnel, the soldier lay half-prone on the ground, covered with a tattered military uniform. His chest rose and fell slightly, clearly indicating he was still alive, but his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was very weak.

"I...I'm seriously wounded," the soldier choked out. "Bullets, we...we have no medicine, and no doctor..."

Zhou Zheng'an squatted down and gently lifted his military overcoat.

The soldier had a tattered cloth wrapped around his abdomen, soaked in blood. He was still clutching a rifle tightly in his hand, with only three bullets left.

There was a grenade next to it, a so-called "glory grenade," meant to be used to take the enemy down with you in the final moments.

Seeing this scene, all the volunteer soldiers who came to provide support couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.

Upon seeing so many people, the wounded soldier managed a weak smile when he saw Zhou Zheng'an.

"Comrades... you... have arrived..." he said weakly.

Zhou Zheng'an gripped his hand tightly, his voice hoarse, and said, "Comrade, don't worry, we will definitely hold our ground and avenge you!"

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in the soldier's eyes, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

When he learned that the person who had come was Regiment Commander Zhou Zheng'an, who had brought more than a hundred people to Hill No. 1 and was holding the position, and was now risking his life to support Hill No. 2 and had even eliminated more than thirty American invaders, he was so excited that his lips trembled as he said, "Good, very good, thank you, we held on..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly lost his strength, his head lolled to the side, and he closed his eyes.

"Comrade! Comrade!" Zhou Zheng'an shouted, but the soldier did not respond.

However, it was because Zhou Zheng'an led reinforcements that he finally gave up and sacrificed himself.

Everyone fell silent, and a sorrowful atmosphere filled the tunnel.

Zhou Zheng'an slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and said, "Comrades, this comrade has sacrificed his life, but his spirit will live on forever in our hearts. We must carry on his legacy and hold position number two!"

"Yes!" all the volunteer soldiers answered in unison, their voices firm and powerful.