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

Zhou Zheng'an thought for a moment and said to Li Aimin, "I'll take another platoon of soldiers to position number two to reinforce the defense."

Li Aimin nodded and said, "Commander, please be careful."

After returning to position number two with a platoon of soldiers, Zhou Zheng'an didn't linger and went straight to position number three. His plan was to see if he could find a radio and make contact with command.

When they arrived at position number three, they found that no one was there either.

All the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers have sacrificed their lives, and the Americans have occupied the surface positions.

Zhou Zheng'an stood alone in the darkness, watching the temporary camp of the United States, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He approached stealthily and used his rifle to destroy the enemy's searchlights and spotlights.

Gunfire suddenly erupted in the night sky, the searchlights went out instantly, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness. The American soldiers, startled by the sudden gunfire, panicked and shouted, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Zhou Zheng'an seized the opportunity to throw grenades wildly, defeating the enemy force.

He moved like a ghost in the darkness, throwing grenades one after another, which exploded among the enemy ranks. He killed more than thirty enemy soldiers in total, while the remaining twenty or so fled in disarray.

Zhou Zheng'an, carrying a considerable number of weapons, ran back to position number two. He then led his men to retrieve the remaining weapons.

For a time, the weapons at position number two were plentiful. The soldiers looked at these weapons with confidence in their eyes.

At the same time, I once again admire Zhou Zheng'an to the point of complete awe.

The bombers dropped heavy bombs, creating huge craters on the battlefield.

Subsequently, large transport planes and helicopters flew over and landed above position number two, ready to be airdropped.

Two large bombers and six helicopters slowly descended from the sky. The enormous roar made the air buzz. The Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers on the position, including Zhou Zheng'an, clearly saw this scene and couldn't help but show surprise.

However, in Zhou Zheng'an's eyes, besides shock, there was more surprise and excitement, the kind of exhilaration that comes from waiting for prey to take the bait.

"Hey, those bastards from the US, they actually dare to come!" Zhou Zheng'an grinned, then grabbed the heavy machine gun without hesitation. After all, attacking US fighter jets and bombers with machine guns only offered one or two opportunities at most. The US bomber and fighter pilots would then be on guard and fly very high.

At this moment, the heavy machine gun in Zhou Zheng'an's hands seemed like a handy weapon, exuding a chilling killing intent.

He took a deep breath, his eyes instantly sharpening like an eagle's, and activated his previously hidden precision shooting skills, his gaze locked onto one of the transport planes.

"Comrades, give them a good beating!" Zhou Zheng'an shouted, his finger slamming into the trigger.

The heavy machine gun roared furiously, its bullets whistling like angry fire dragons towards the transport plane.

The US never expected that someone on the Chinese People's Volunteer Army side would be able to shoot down a transport plane with a machine gun.

After all, Zhou Zheng'an hadn't used this skill during the Battle of Shangganling, waiting to deliver a harsh blow to the US.

"My God, what's going on!" the American pilot on the transport plane shouted in terror.

Bullets struck the transport plane with pinpoint accuracy, sending metal fragments flying and plumes of black smoke billowing from the fuselage.

The transport plane began to shake violently, like a wounded beast, plummeting uncontrollably.

"Jump! Jump now!"

Inside the cabin, the commander shouted hoarsely.

Many paratroopers, seeing the situation was not right, turned pale and hurriedly began to jump.

Some of the quickest ones jumped to the other side of the mountain and disappeared from everyone's sight.

But many more people were so disoriented inside the transport plane that they didn't have time to get out and were reduced to ashes along with the plane in a deafening explosion.

"Boom!" A loud explosion rang out, flames shot into the sky, and the wreckage of the plane scattered like raindrops.

The pilot on the other transport plane was terrified by this sudden turn of events.

He immediately pulled the helicopter nose up sharply, shouting, "Everyone, eject immediately!"

Because the altitude and direction of the parachute jump were completely messed up, the difficulty of the jump was greatly increased. These paratroopers floated very slowly in the air, like helpless leaves, at the mercy of the wind.

Led by Zhou Zheng'an, the volunteer soldiers rushed out of the tunnels like tigers.

They raised their guns, their eyes revealing a resolute killing intent, and fired wildly at the enemy in the air, their bullets weaving together to form an impenetrable net of fire.

Many parachutes were hit, their lines snapped, and the soldiers fell like kites with broken strings, screaming as they crashed to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

While directing his soldiers to attack the paratroopers in the air with rifles and submachine guns, Zhou Zheng'an continued to keep his sights on transport planes and helicopters.

His eyes were fixed on the struggling transport plane, his fingers firmly on the trigger, constantly adjusting the firing angle.

Precision shooting skills.

"Hmph, trying to run? Not so easy!" Zhou Zheng'an sneered. The transport plane pilot seemed to sense the danger and desperately pulled upwards, trying to shake off the attack.

After all the paratroopers disembarked, they quickly retreated to a distance.

However, Zhou Zheng'an was not about to let him escape so easily. He concentrated and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang bang bang!" A series of bullets were fired, one of which hit the transport plane with precision.

However, it did not cause much of an impact.

The transport plane finally managed to escape.

Of course, he was injured and terrified.

At the same time, Zhou Zheng'an turned his gaze to the helicopters. He saw one helicopter frantically climbing, a cold smile appearing on his face. He raised the heavy machine gun again and aimed it at the helicopter.

"Comrades, shoot that helicopter down too!" Zhou Zheng'an shouted.