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These attacking troops were poorly organized and demoralized, and had no choice but to charge towards the positions of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

However, they were met with fierce firepower from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

After several failed attacks, the American soldiers were forced to retreat in disarray, dragging along the bodies of many of their fallen comrades.

Everyone looked very frustrated, and their morale had been severely damaged.

There were several large trucks at the foot of the mountain, all used to transport bodies.

Finally, the long day is coming to an end.

The last attacking force of the US and Han Han retreated in a disheveled state once again, their faces filled with exhaustion and despair.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng'an began to prepare for action.

He pricked up his ears, listening intently to the sounds of the vehicles moving. These vehicles would be towing artillery pieces away, and he needed to determine the direction the artillery was heading based on the sounds.

After a while, he heard the roar of the vehicle's engine and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

He silently memorized the direction the artillery had left in. Around midnight, he emerged from the tunnel and quietly left the American camp to search for the American artillery units.

At this time, all kinds of lights were everywhere, and the bright lights intertwined, making the area as bright as day.

Zhou Zheng'an pondered for a moment, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings. Then, on the hillside above the highway, he found a relatively secluded spot and began digging a small tunnel.

His hands moved skillfully with the tools, and the soil was dug away little by little. Before long, a small trench was formed.

He carefully placed the radio inside and patted the dirt off his clothes.

The main problem is that carrying a radio on my back might be inconvenient and make me easy to be discovered, so I'll hide it here for now and retrieve it when I need it.

After that, Zhou Zheng'an walked forward. His steps were light and agile, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He walked for more than three hours and, relying on his keen judgment, determined that the American artillery units were still ahead. However, the situation ahead was unclear, and advancing rashly would be too risky.

So he continued walking back to the place where he had buried the radio, and hid in the tunnel again.

He curled up in the tunnel, closed his eyes, and conserved his energy, waiting for daylight to return.

Soon, daylight arrived, and the American attack forces set off again, like a pack of exhausted wolves, rushing towards the positions of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Artillery units followed closely behind, moving in from the previous artillery camp, and shells were continuously rained down on the battlefield.

Zhou Zheng lay quietly in the tunnel, without making a move.

He knew in his heart that now was not the time to expose himself, and he had to wait for the best opportunity.

The daytime seemed exceptionally long, and Zhou Zheng'an silently calculated the time in the tunnel.

Finally, around 6 p.m., it gradually got dark. He peeked out and carefully observed the direction in which the American artillery units were withdrawing, memorizing every detail.

Then, they set off again that night to chase after them.

This time, Zhou Zheng'an finally located the enemy's artillery camp.

It was a small mountain village ten kilometers away from the most remote area of ​​Wusheng Mountain. The village was surrounded by mountains on three sides, making it extremely well-hidden and difficult to be discovered. Even if it were discovered, it would be difficult to be counterattacked by artillery.

Zhou Zheng'an frowned as he looked at the artillery camp hidden in the mountain valley, thinking to himself, "This location is very well set up; this is going to be difficult."

Finally, Zhou Zheng'an returned to the location of the previous radio station. He turned on the radio and began transmitting: "Commander-in-Chief Qin, this is Zhou Zheng'an. I have confirmed the location of the American artillery units; they are in that small mountain village, coordinates…."

It was later mentioned that the terrain in this area was very good, and the artillery of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army might not be effective.

"I'm prepared to give it a try and see if I can destroy this artillery base. Also, if I fail, I request that the Volunteer Army's artillery attack immediately around 10 p.m. I'm only giving myself 15 minutes for the surprise attack."

This practice is like the Battle of Shangganling in another timeline, where brave and fearless volunteer soldiers kept shouting "Fire at me!" through the radio before sacrificing themselves, full of a strong spirit of self-sacrifice.

Of course, this also happened in this time and space.

In the command post, Qin Jianheng held the telegram and pondered for a long time. He was well aware of the dangers of this mission, but he also understood the importance of destroying the artillery base to the overall war situation.

Finally, he slowly said, "I agree to your plan, Comrade Zhou Zheng'an. You must be careful!"

At 9:20 p.m., Zhou Zheng'an quietly arrived at the nearby U.S. military camp.

He looked at the tanks parked outside, a resolute glint in his eyes. He pulled a grenade from his pocket and threw it forcefully at the tanks more than two hundred meters away.

The grenade traced an indistinct arc through the air and landed precisely beside the tank. With a deafening roar, the tank's tracks were severed, and a plume of black smoke billowed out.

Then three more grenades were fired, destroying two more tanks.

Upon seeing this, the American forces were immediately thrown into chaos and began organizing a defense.

They assumed the Chinese People's Volunteer Army had launched a large-scale offensive and hastily picked up their weapons, seeking cover. However, they never imagined that Zhou Zheng'an's target wasn't them, but rather the tanks.

Zhou Zheng'an unleashed his superhuman strength, running like a ferocious beast to the tanks.

He quickly located the only tank that hadn't been destroyed, rushed towards it, grabbed the edge with both hands, and leaped inside. He swiftly opened the hatch, crawled inside, and expertly operated the various instruments.

Immediately afterwards, he started the tank and roared towards the US artillery base.

The American soldiers were all bewildered, unable to understand how the Chinese People's Volunteer Army had just driven away a tank; something just felt off.

However, they were also secretly relieved that the Chinese People's Volunteer Army did not continue its offensive, otherwise they would have suffered heavy casualties.

Little did they know that Zhou Zheng'an had a penchant for using tanks to attack targets, as was the case with the Shuimen Bridge incident.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zheng'an drove the tank at breakneck speed toward the US artillery base.

He used his battlefield awareness skill, closed his eyes, concentrated, and clearly sensed the specific situation of the American artillery camp. He knew exactly where the artillery was, where the ammunition depots were, and where the soldiers were defending.

He then stopped the tank, jumped off, and began unloading the shells.

Aiming at the artillery base, he easily lifted the heavy shell with one hand, as if using iron clamps, loaded the shell, and then decisively fired.

"Boom!" The first shot roared out, leaving a bright trail in the night sky, and landed precisely on a cannon at the US artillery base. The cannon was instantly blown to pieces, with parts flying everywhere.

"Boom!" The second shot followed immediately, hitting another cannon, sending flames shooting into the sky and illuminating the entire camp.

In just five minutes, Zhou Zheng'an fired five shots.

Two of the shells hit the ammunition depot of the US artillery base.

With a deafening roar, the ammunition depot exploded violently, sending a massive fireball soaring into the sky like a small sun.

Immediately afterwards, a chain of explosions began. One munition after another was detonated, the deafening sound shaking the entire small mountain village.

The firelight illuminated half the sky, and thick smoke billowed upwards, as if it were the end of the world.