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

Next, Zhou Zheng'an searched the tunnel, but unfortunately he did not find the radio.

He brought a radio with him when he came to reinforce, but it was destroyed in the battle.

There was also no radio station at Position No. 1. Without a radio station, it was impossible to contact the various levels of command of the 15th Army, and neither side could communicate in a timely manner.

The frontline defenders could only fight based on the situation on the battlefield and their intuition, and the command could only deploy troops based on experience.

In this respect, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army did indeed suffer a great loss.

Even in another timeline, a communications soldier, despite having both legs blown off, clung tightly to two telephone lines so that the frontline could contact the command post. He enabled the command post to communicate with the frontline commander for two minutes, making a significant contribution to the Volunteer Army's eventual victory.

He secretly resolved to find a radio station or another way to contact the command center.

Zhou Zheng'an shook his head helplessly and led his soldiers outside to check if the US had launched another attack.

Five minutes later, a muffled roar suddenly came from afar, and the US launched another frenzied artillery attack.

Shells rained down, exploding on the position, sending flames soaring into the sky and billowing smoke. Immediately afterwards, the ground troops launched their attack, this time consisting of about a company.

This company-sized group of American soldiers, armed with submachine guns and rifles, charged toward the trench.

Zhou Zheng'an continued with the tactics of the No. 1 position, dividing a squad of soldiers into several groups. He led three soldiers to guard the front line of more than eighty meters.

He held a submachine gun, his eyes fixed on the enemy ahead, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

"Fire!" Once the enemy entered effective firing range, Zhou Zheng'an gave the order, and the submachine guns immediately spat out flames, with bullets sweeping towards the enemy group like a rainstorm.

Other soldiers also opened fire, the sounds of rifles and submachine guns mingling together to form a dense network of fire.

The American soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden burst of fire and scrambled to the ground for cover.

But Zhou Zheng'an and his men were prepared. They constantly changed firing positions, making it impossible for the enemy to accurately determine their location. Soon, several American soldiers were hit and fell into pools of blood.

However, the battle did not end so easily. The American soldiers quickly organized a counterattack, opening fire with machine guns, mortars, and other weapons, raising dust high above the surface of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's trenches.

Some soldiers couldn't see clearly for a moment.

Of course, there were also soldiers who unfortunately sacrificed their lives or were wounded. Zhou Zheng'an immediately rushed out of the tunnel to fill the place of his fallen comrade.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng'an used all his skills and frantically threw grenades.

His grenades seemed to have eyes; through his battlefield awareness skills, they always landed accurately in the middle of the enemy ranks, blasting them until they cried out in despair.

None of his comrades thought about how Zhou Zheng'an had so many grenades; in fact, he had redeemed them all through the system.

With the system's help, he possessed almost countless combat reserves.

After all, a grenade only costs 20 points. He can get 10,000 points for taking down an enemy, and hundreds of thousands or even millions of points for taking down American tanks and planes.

It's more than enough. Absolutely more than enough.

That's why they can unleash such powerful combat capabilities at crucial moments.

Under Zhou Zheng'an's relentless firepower, the American attack forces were driven to despair.

They had no idea how many troops the Chinese People's Volunteer Army had. They had previously stationed more than thirty men here, but they were all wiped out in one fell swoop. Now, so many more soldiers with fierce firepower had suddenly appeared.

What frightened them even more was that they didn't know where this group of volunteers came from; it was as if they had emerged from underground.

The American soldiers quickly retreated. But they did not give up; instead, they bombarded the area with even more ferocious artillery fire.

The artillery units below the mountain kept firing, shells raining down on the position as if they were free, sending mud flying and leaving the trenches unrecognizable.

The entire hillside was riddled with craters and covered in dust.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhou Zheng'an ordered everyone to run back to the tunnel entrance to avoid the shelling.

He lay prone at the entrance of the tunnel, his eyes fixed on the movements outside.

The shelling lasted for more than ten minutes before finally stopping. Immediately afterwards, ground attack troops attacked again, this time in the form of a company.

Zhou Zheng'an once again led his team in a fierce counterattack, and his submachine guns and grenades became the enemy's nightmare.

Every time a shot was fired, an enemy fell; every grenade that exploded killed a group of enemies.

The main problem was that his grenade didn't explode on the ground, but rather one meter above the ground.

Soon, the American soldiers were repelled again.

But this time they were defeated quickly, retreating in less than twenty minutes.

This surprised Zhou Zheng'an; he didn't know what the enemy was up to. Before he could figure it out, a third group of enemies attacked again.

This time, however, they did not attack immediately. Instead, they stopped 500 meters from the trenches on Hill 2 and began to use a large loudspeaker to broadcast messages.

"Brothers in the Volunteer Army, stop fighting. You'll only die if you keep fighting. It's not worth it." A female voice came from the loudspeaker, speaking in the language of Bactria.

"As long as you lay down your weapons, you can receive half a catty of gold. Moreover, after you surrender, you can come with us to a certain island, or you can stay in Great Xia, as long as you don't become soldiers."

This is the Guo Party trying to persuade them to surrender.

Immediately, all the volunteer soldiers at position number two were furious.

They all poked their heads out and hurled insults back at the enemy.

"Traitors! Traitors! You will all die a horrible death!"

"We are people of Great Xia, and we will never be your lackeys!"

"We must kill these bastards!"

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army hated American soldiers, Han Chinese soldiers, and soldiers from other countries, but they hated Chinese soldiers even more.

In their eyes, these are all traitors.

In fact, this tactic of persuading surrender has begun to occur frequently in the Battle of Shangganling and in the Wusheng Mountain area.

It was even implemented in the previous Xiajiang ambush. Especially in the Xiajiang ambush, after all, the Iron Fifty Army itself was an uprising force of the Kuomintang.

Zhou Zheng'an thought for a moment and said, "Comrades, don't get excited or impulsive, lest we fall into their trap."

He picked up the rifle and began to aim.

Zhou Zheng'an is a super sharpshooter; his shooting accuracy beyond 500 meters is slightly inferior to Zhang Chunguang's. After all, Zhang Chunguang is naturally farsighted, but he still has a certain level of confidence.

"Bang!" The first shot rang out, and a Kuomintang soldier who had been shouting fell to the ground.

"Bang!" The second shot rang out immediately, and another soldier holding a megaphone was also hit.

"Bang!" The third shot rang out again, and another Kuomintang soldier fell into a pool of blood.

The enemy was terrified that the Chinese People's Volunteer Army could hit them from such a distance. They quickly put down their loudspeakers, searched for cover, and then slowly retreated.

Enraged, the US decided to teach Zhou Zheng'an's No. 2 position a lesson. Soon, the roar of aircraft filled the sky. Six bombers and fighter jets swooped in, circling above the position.

"Everyone, take cover!" Zhou Zheng'an shouted.

The bombers began dropping bombs, which fell like meteorites, exploding into huge fireballs on the battlefield.

The explosions were deafening, and the shockwaves kicked up clouds of dust. Fighter jets flew low, strafing the trenches and tunnel entrances with machine guns, bullets raining down and sending dirt flying.

Zhou Zheng'an and his soldiers hid at the entrance of the tunnel, tightly covering their heads, enduring the bombardment of bombs and bullets.

The tunnel shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. But they showed no fear, their hearts filled with only one belief: hold the line!

The bombing lasted for more than ten minutes before the planes finally left.

Zhou Zheng'an peeked out and saw that the battlefield was a mess, with scorched earth and shell craters everywhere. The trenches were almost unrecognizable, and many parts had been blown down.

But he knew the battle was not over and the enemy could attack again at any time.

And they should be coming up soon.