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The American soldiers were terrified by the sudden explosion. Some fled in all directions, their cries and calls for help echoing through the air. Some soldiers were thrown to the ground by the blast wave and instantly killed.

Yes, it vanished into nothingness.

Because the artillery base had an unusually large amount of ammunition, the explosion would be absolutely terrifying.

So even though Zhou Zheng'an was four or five kilometers away, firing from a distance, he was still dizzy and disoriented from the shockwave.

He gripped the tank's control lever tightly, feeling a buzzing in his ears and his vision blurring. It took him a while to recover. He lay down at the observation post, staring at the distant flames, his pupils suddenly contracting.

This is just the beginning.

As more shells exploded in quick succession, the entire artillery camp seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and then suddenly exploded apart.

First, towering flames tore through the night, followed by a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth, causing the ground to convulse.

The campsite hidden in the mountain valley was basically blasted into a huge crater, with mud, steel fragments, and human remains flying into the sky. Then much of it vanished into nothingness.

All the American troops here, whether they were artillerymen operating the cannons or elite guards, were engulfed in the explosion and almost all of them were wiped out.

At the same time, the enormous flames dyed half of the night sky blood red, and a faint mushroom cloud slowly rose in the flames. Even though the outline could not be seen clearly in the darkness, the destructive sense of oppression made people's hearts pound.

Zhou Zheng'an took a deep breath of the gunpowder-scented air, and without further hesitation, drove the tank around and headed back.

The tracks chugged over the gravel road with a dull thud. He would occasionally glance back at the still-burning inferno, a weary yet resolute smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

More than half an hour later, he returned to the hillside of the power station, skillfully drove the tank down to the road, walked another kilometer or so before arriving at the tunnel, and then climbed in through the tunnel entrance.

He reattached the radio and carefully concealed the tank with branches and mud. Only after doing all this did he lean against the pit wall, preparing to send a telegram.

Meanwhile, many U.S. military camps, some twenty or thirty kilometers away, heard this earth-shattering roar.

Many people who were smoking in the tent suddenly stood up, and many of them were awakened by the noise.

"What the hell! What was that sound?" The soldiers rushed out of the tent in a panic, staring in horror at the direction from which the explosion came. Some even instinctively reached for the guns at their waists.

Alarms blared throughout the camps, and soldiers assembled hastily at the officers' shouts. Major Jack then ordered tanks to be dispatched to investigate.

Soon, the engines of the armored vehicles and tanks roared to life, and they sped off toward the artillery base.

This is also why Zhou Zheng'an had to get out of the tank and hide. He had expected the other side to rush to reinforce him, but he didn't want to run into them halfway and get into a tug-of-war.

The massive explosion at the US artillery camp was heard even by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers on various positions.

The soldiers at the No. 1 position on Hill 5 poked their heads out of the trenches, staring at the red light in the distance with puzzled expressions.

"Company commander, listen to this sound!" a young soldier asked.

The company commander narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowed: "I don't know what the Americans are up to, but it sounds like good news."

The reinforcements further away also heard it. They were preparing for a surprise attack, but they stopped and whispered among themselves, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

Just then, Zhou Zheng'an was about to turn on the radio to send a telegram, but found that after pressing the switch, the radio only emitted a series of crackling noises and did not respond no matter how he tried to adjust it.

He frowned, cursing inwardly. Of all times, the walkie-talkie had to break down now.

He didn't know that the explosion was so powerful that it prevented him from sending a telegram.

Zhou Zheng'an, unaware of this, placed the radio on the ground, removed the back cover, and examined the wiring by the dim light of a flashlight. His fingers groped among the fine wires, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Almost simultaneously, the artillery units of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army began to fire wildly based on the coordinates previously provided by Zhou Zheng'an.

The Katyusha rocket launchers emitted a piercing whistle, and a dense barrage of shells flew towards the US artillery base like a torrential rain.

Katyusha rockets have a short range, but their rate of fire is extremely fast. A single salvo engulfed the entire valley in flames. The artillery base, already badly damaged, was further ravaged by the shells.

However, most of the shells hit the hillsides outside the village, and the bombardment effect was generally poor.

All I can say is that the US chose a very good position, but unfortunately it encountered a formidable figure like Zhou Zheng'an. It was fate.

After fiddling around for ten minutes, Zhou Zheng'an finally found the fault—actually, he thought he had found the fault.

He reconnected the wires, pressed the switch, and finally the familiar static came through the radio.

He immediately began sending telegrams: "Commander-in-Chief Qin, this is Zhou Zheng'an! The artillery base has been destroyed. Requesting instructions!"

Inside the headquarters of the 15th Iron Army, Qin Jianheng paced back and forth, his face full of anxiety.

I wonder how effective the Katyusha bombing was this time.

Suddenly, a operations staff officer ran over and said he had received a telegram from Zhou Zheng'an.

When Qin Jianheng and the others saw Zhou Zheng'an's telegram, the entire command post instantly erupted in chaos.

One of the staff officers jumped up excitedly, dropping his pencil to the ground: "It's done! Zhou Zheng'an is done!"

Qin Jianheng waved his hand dismissively, his wrinkles smoothing out: "Good! Well done, Zhou Zheng'an!"

He immediately ordered an emergency meeting. The map on the table was quickly spread out, and the staff officers pointed and talked about it, their voices filled with excitement.

At the same time, Qin Jianheng immediately sent the message to the General Headquarters.

In the operations room of the headquarters, several leaders were deep in thought, looking at the sand table, when they received the telegram.

These leaders slammed their fists on the table and burst into laughter.

Chen Gengyang immediately said, "That Zhou Zheng'an! It's him again! He single-handedly took down the US's artillery base. He's truly a formidable general!"

The other leaders nodded in agreement, their faces beaming with joy.

Director Mo and the others were overjoyed. Immediately afterward, the operations staff got busy. Under the lights, they used rulers to measure on the map, muttering data as they quickly conducted combat simulations.

Soon, the headquarters approved the operational plan for the 15th Iron Army and decided to expand the scale and intensity of the war.

Wu, the deputy director in charge of the Battle of Shangganling at the headquarters, immediately gave a deep order over the phone: "Have the 13th Iron Army join the battlefield immediately, notify the Long Live Army to prepare for combat, and allocate all artillery from nearby units to the 15th and 13th Iron Armies!"

A loud response came from the other end of the phone, and new operational orders were quickly transmitted to all units.

The next morning, the artillery positions of the 13th Army opened fire first.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Dense artillery shells crashed down on the US positions with a whistling sound, and the entire battle line trembled in the artillery fire.

The American soldiers huddled in their trenches, staring in horror at the overwhelming artillery fire, muttering to themselves, "This is impossible! When did the Chinese People's Volunteer Army acquire such powerful artillery?"

They didn't know the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's battle plan, but they instinctively sensed something was wrong, and an ominous premonition settled over them.