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

Upon hearing the order, many soldiers turned their guns and began firing at the helicopter. Zhou Zheng'an, however, remained focused, his finger lightly pulling the trigger. "Rat-a-tat-tat!" Bullets rained down on the helicopter.

The helicopter pilot was horrified to discover that he had become a target for the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

He frantically maneuvered the helicopter, trying to dodge the bullets, but it was all in vain. A bullet struck the helicopter's rotor, and the rotor stopped spinning instantly.

The helicopter lost its balance, began to shake violently in the air, and then plummeted down, belching thick black smoke.

"Boom!" Another loud bang, and the helicopter crashed to the ground, the shockwave from the explosion kicking up the surrounding dust.

The paratroopers of the 101st Airborne Regiment were already panicked and disoriented after being attacked so fiercely in the air.

They were like a swarm of headless flies, flitting about aimlessly in the air, completely unable to evade the attacks of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. Many were shot dead mid-air, their bodies falling like stones.

Some paratroopers, through sheer willpower and a bit of luck, managed to land successfully. But before they could even catch their breath, they were met with a fierce attack from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers.

Then he hung up immediately.

As a paratrooper, you land on the ground with your parachute still attached. You have to untie it, otherwise you'll be restricted by the parachute.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army, however, clearly wouldn't give them that opportunity.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng'an once again used his precision shooting skills to aim at another helicopter.

After a burst of gunfire, a deafening "boom" rang out, and the helicopter instantly exploded, turning into a huge fireball that burned fiercely in the sky before falling like a meteor.

"Comrades! Don't let a single American aggressor escape!" Zhou Zheng'an shouted. The soldiers' blood boiled; they hadn't expected Zhou Zheng'an to single-handedly shoot down three American enemy aircraft, including a transport plane and two helicopters.

"Comrades! Don't let a single American aggressor escape!" Zhou Zheng'an shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield like a booming bell, instantly igniting the passion in the hearts of the soldiers.

The soldiers were filled with fervor, their eyes brimming with passion and determination, like a pack of hungry tigers roaring for a long time.

They never expected that Zhou Zheng'an would shoot down three enemy aircraft from the United States, including a transport plane and two helicopters. Such a feat was simply like a myth.

At this time, some paratroopers were also lucky enough to successfully land on the ground.

As soon as they landed, before they could even get a foothold, they were immediately attacked by a tidal wave of Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers.

An American paratrooper had just untied his parachute and hadn't even had a chance to raise his gun when a Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldier opened fire and killed him.

A few paratroopers who were slightly luckier and weren't directly attacked began to retaliate in a panic. They frantically picked up their guns and fired at the volunteer soldiers.

A volunteer soldier, hiding in a trench, seized the opportunity, leaned out to the side, and fired his submachine gun with a "rat-a-tat-tat" sound, instantly taking down two paratroopers who were retaliating.

Some paratroopers were simply blown by the wind, which carried them and their parachutes forward uncontrollably, making it impossible for them to control their direction.

They were flailing their arms and legs on the ground or close to the ground, their faces filled with terror and despair, repeatedly shouting, "God, save us!"

However, all they received in response was the howling wind and the gunfire of the volunteer soldiers.

However, this is an escape, a deserter's plan.

An American soldier frantically tugged at the parachute cords in mid-air, muttering, "Damn it, this lousy parachute won't listen to me!"

His face was covered in sweat, and his eyes revealed fear and panic.

However, most of these paratroopers in the air were killed by the precise bullets of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers because they flew too slowly.

Their bodies swayed in the air for a few moments before falling like kites with broken strings.

Only a few men managed to scramble down the mountain. Thus, the US's most formidable 101st Regiment, with over a hundred men, was almost completely wiped out at the No. 2 position on Hill 7.

Seeing this result, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army was naturally overjoyed.

The soldiers cheered and hugged each other in celebration.

Of course, these dozen or so volunteer soldiers were unaware of the formidable strength of the 101st Airborne Regiment.

This was a force beyond their comprehension.

They looked at Zhou Zheng'an as if he were a god, their eyes filled with worship and reverence.

This is an incredibly powerful individual capable of taking down three enemy aircraft from the US in one go. Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable.

In fact, Zhou Zheng'an had just arrived at the Korean battlefield when he shot down two American bombers on the train.

However, what I heard from others at the time was completely different from what I saw with my own eyes.

At this moment, the soldiers witnessed Zhou Zheng'an's bravery and fearlessness, and their admiration for him was as boundless as a surging river.

However, after the US military's most powerful elite force was basically wiped out, its morale was greatly affected.

By the afternoon, they had basically not launched another battle.

At the same time, they concentrated more artillery fire and continued to attack other places. Shells rained down on the various positions of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, greatly increasing the defensive pressure on other positions.

The shockwaves from the exploding shells ripped up the soil and rocks on the position, raising clouds of dust. Volunteer Army soldiers on other positions could only hide in the tunnels to avoid this fierce attack.

They couldn't even stay in the trenches anymore.

And so, another day of fierce fighting came to an end.

At this time, another division of the 15th Iron Army rushed back from the western area of ​​Wusheng Mountain and began a large-scale assault.

Like a sharp steel knife, they disregarded their own lives and losses to reinforce the garrison on Mount Wusheng.

This is practically piercing the enemy's heart.

Both sides once again employed the tactic of besieging a point and attacking reinforcements, except this time the Chinese People's Volunteer Army became the attacking force.

The battle was extremely fierce. The Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers fought bravely, but the American army put up a stubborn resistance with its iron fortifications and advanced weaponry.

Every inch of land became the focus of contention between the two sides, and the battlefield was littered with corpses, the earth stained red with blood. Although the volunteer soldiers were incredibly brave, they also suffered heavy losses as a result.

Therefore, the attack can only be carried out at night.

However, Lao Fan had enough experience in defense against this, using tanks and armored vehicles as defensive points, equipped with machine guns, to form a large tank defense formation, which made it very difficult for the Volunteer Army to fight.

When Lao Fan was commanding the Battle of Shangganling, he originally planned to complete the surprise attack in three days, with a maximum loss of one battalion.

Unexpectedly, after fighting for more than ten days, not only did they fail to make any progress, but they also lost more than 10,000 men.

He sat in the command center, holding his head in his hands, looking like he was about to collapse.

The table was piled high with various documents and maps, and his eyes were filled with exhaustion and anxiety.

"How did this battle turn out like this? Are we really going to lose?" Old Fan muttered to himself.

But by this time, he was already in a bind, with no way to turn back. He could only proceed cautiously, sparing no effort to capture all the positions on Wusheng Mountain.

So they continued to deploy troops, sending in another division to prevent the Chinese People's Volunteer Army from reinforcing the various positions.

At this point, Lao Fan changed his tactics again and began building bunkers on the slopes of several positions on Wusheng Mountain.