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Lao Fan did this to organize the last line of defense, hoping to more effectively stop and eliminate the reinforcements of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Soon, a large number of engineering vehicles began operating on the hillsides of various positions.

The excavator's iron arm swung incessantly, digging up soil and rocks, then dumping them aside.

Bulldozers leveled the excavated soil, laying a solid foundation for the construction of the bunker.

A large number of engineers wearing safety helmets were busy moving around the construction site. Some were carrying building materials, some were laying bricks, and some were installing weapons and equipment.

A young sapper wiped the sweat from his brow and said to his comrade beside him, "This bunker needs to be built really solid, otherwise it won't be able to withstand the attacks of those volunteer soldiers."

During the construction of the bunkers, the American army, like a mad beast, continued to launch a fierce attack, especially with its artillery, which bombarded the entire Wusheng Mountain as if it wanted to raze it to the ground.

Shells rained down, the explosions were deafening, and the earth trembled violently.

As a result, seven of the more than twenty surface positions held by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army were lost, and the originally solid defense line was torn open.

During this process, Zhou Zheng'an, who had started from Hill 7, had no choice but to head towards Hill 6.

His eyes were firm and cold, and he had only one thought in his mind: to find the radio and make contact with the command center.

Along the way, he carefully avoided American artillery fire and patrols, every step fraught with danger.

At the same time, they also had to keep participating in the war.

Three days later, Zhou Zheng'an arrived at Hill 5.

There were originally two positions here, but one of them has now fallen.

Looking at the devastated battlefield and the enemy's smug expression, a flash of anger crossed Zhou Zheng'an's eyes.

Under the cover of night, he approached the enemy like a ghost. He then opened fire wildly, his weapon spitting flames, and the enemies fell one after another before they could react.

Then he started throwing grenades wildly.

After a fierce battle, he killed more than thirty of the enemy soldiers.

In the past three days, relying on his golden armor protection skills and superb combat techniques, he has eliminated more than 300 American and Hanhan soldiers.

Afterwards, Zhou Zheng'an went to the adjacent No. 1 position.

He discovered that there were still Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers holding the position, with three soldiers lying prone in the trench, their eyes fixed on the front, waiting for the enemy to attack.

After Zhou Zheng'an made contact with them, he asked softly, "Comrades, how's the situation now?"

A weary soldier looked up and said, "Comrade, most of our old comrades on this position have been killed in action. We were the reinforcements that arrived yesterday, and now only about thirty men remain in our company."

Zhou Zheng'an's heart tightened, and he asked, "Is there a radio station?"

The soldier nodded and said, "Yes, I brought it."

Zhou Zheng'an was overjoyed. He then went to the tunnel and met Huang Yijun, the temporary commander and deputy company commander.

After revealing his identity, he immediately attracted everyone's attention, and then he immediately sent a telegram to Qin Jianheng.

In the telegram, he gave a detailed report on the current situation: "The American firepower is too fierce. Although I have led my troops to kill over a thousand enemies and shoot down three enemy planes, it is still not enough. I suggest that we use reconnaissance troops to locate the enemy's artillery and destroy it."

Qin Jianheng was surprised to find that Zhou Zheng'an was still alive after so long without contact. The casualty rate in the Battle of Shangganling was simply too high.

The fact that such a brilliant victory was achieved at such a crucial moment was a cause for great joy.

He immediately agreed to Zhou Zheng'an's suggestion.

Zhou Zheng'an decided to go alone with the radio to find the US artillery units.

Almost simultaneously, Qin Jianheng issued a new combat order, ordering the 15th Iron Army to dispatch ten reconnaissance detachments, each equipped with a radio, to search for the US artillery units.

After half a month of fierce fighting, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army also discovered that the biggest threat from the United States was its artillery, which bombarded the entire Wusheng Mountain with craters.

Old Fan was aware of this, so he was very vigilant against artillery units.

Not only were the artillery pieces moved away after each day's firing, but a large number of elite troops were also secretly stationed around the artillery units to guard against reconnaissance units of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Both sides are engaged in a battle of wits and courage; this battle is no longer just a contest of strength, but also a game of strategy.

Before leaving, Zhou Zheng'an left a lot of water and canned beef for his comrades at the No. 1 position on Hill 5.

He laughed and said, "These were picked up from the enemy soldiers killed by the Americans. Let's replenish our energy."

In fact, he redeemed many of the supplies through the system.

Of course, this is the biggest secret, and no one can tell it.

The comrades looked at the supplies with gratitude in their eyes.

Around 10 p.m., Zhou Zheng'an started heading down the mountain.

After all, to find the US artillery units, you have to go to the foot of the mountain.

When he reached the middle of the mountain, he suddenly spotted American patrol soldiers. By the dim moonlight, he saw that the Americans had built bunkers at position number one.

The bunker was incredibly sturdy, surrounded by barbed wire, and patrolling soldiers, armed, vigilantly looked around.

Zhou Zheng'an pondered for a long time, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

In the end, they decided to make a move that would alert the enemy.

He stealthily approached the patrol, and in an instant, he opened fire with submachine guns and hurled grenades. One after another, the American soldiers were killed before they could even react.

After dealing with the patrol, he redeemed a bomb from the system and rushed towards the bunker. He secured the bomb to the bunker, lit the fuse, and then quickly withdrew.

With a deafening roar, the three bunkers were blasted to pieces, sending debris flying everywhere.

Zhou Zheng'an didn't stop and rushed down the mountain.

He was incredibly fast; even carrying a radio, he was faster than a normal person without any equipment.

The American troops at the foot of the mountain were taken aback when they heard that fighting had broken out on the mountainside.

The commander immediately ordered stronger defenses, but no one dared to send reinforcements.

Fearing an ambush by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army in the darkness, they could only huddle in their camp, nervously watching their surroundings.

After arriving at the foot of the mountain, Zhou Zheng'an looked down at the U.S. military camp, which was brightly lit and heavily guarded.

He stepped back, found a crater created by a bomb, and hid inside.

Then, he began digging a small tunnel. Fortunately, Zhou Zheng'an had a system that allowed him to exchange for digging tools, and he had also drunk the Elixir of Life, giving him superhuman physical abilities.

He wielded the shovel, sweat pouring down his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

Two hours later, a small tunnel was dug, and he hid inside.

Zhou Zheng'an went to sleep, and slept until dawn, only to be awakened by the continuous artillery bombardment from the United States.

He lay in the tunnel, listening to the deafening explosions outside, but felt no fear. Too lazy to come out, he continued to sleep in the tunnel, conserving his energy for the night's operation.

Soon, the US began sending ground troops to launch an offensive.