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However, this company did not expect to encounter an American bunker here, and it was a sudden burst of fire that suppressed the momentum of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's charge, causing the company to suffer considerable losses.

Platoon Leader Zhou, along with two soldiers, crouched low, carrying explosive packs, and charged forward like arrows released from a bow.

The machine gunners of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army also quickly sprang into action, providing covering fire.

Two light machine guns roared angrily, raining bullets down on the bunker in an attempt to suppress enemy fire and clear a path for the demolition team.

However, the US firepower was exceptionally fierce. The first soldier, carrying the explosive charge, had charged seven or eight meters when suddenly his body jolted, and he collapsed forward to the ground. Blood gushed from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him red.

His body twitched slightly, and the explosive pack in his hand rolled to the side.

"Xiao Li!" another soldier cried out in grief, but there was no time for grief on the battlefield.

He gritted his teeth and continued charging forward. When he reached his fallen comrade, he quickly picked up the explosive pack, hugged it tightly to his chest, and charged toward the bunker again.

His steps quickened, each one seemingly requiring all his strength.

But when he had rushed more than 20 meters and was only about 10 meters away from the bunker entrance, another burst of bullets came flying.

The demolition worker's body shuddered violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer. He staggered forward a few steps before slowly collapsing to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, staring in the direction of the bunker, filled with intense resentment.

Platoon Leader Zhou also became anxious; his eyes turned bloodshot, like an angry lion.

Without flinching, he roared and charged forward.

His figure weaved through a hail of bullets, bullets whizzing past him, but he paid no heed.

Finally, he reached the position of the bunker entrance. Just as he was about to place the explosive charge against the entrance, a grenade was thrown out, and Platoon Leader Zhou was killed.

"Platoon Leader Zhou!" his comrades cried out in grief, but the battle continued.

The second demolition team quickly assembled and, carrying the hopes of the entire company, launched another assault on the bunker.

This time, the demolition expert learned from his previous experience and advanced with even greater caution. Utilizing the terrain, they skillfully dodged enemy fire, approaching the bunker step by step.

Finally, the demolition expert arrived at the bunker.

The demolition expert then quickly stuffed the explosive charge into the firing port of the bunker. With a loud "boom," the bunker was blown to pieces, and stones and dust flew everywhere.

The volunteer soldiers cheered as they finally destroyed the wretched bunker.

They then charged uphill and successfully reinforced the position.

However, the victory came at a heavy price. More than forty soldiers from one company were killed, most of them during the attack on the bunker.

Many soldiers remained in a charging or firing posture when they died.

Although they had successfully captured the position, the volunteer soldiers still dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest.

They felt that the US wouldn't give up easily and could launch a counterattack at any time. Everyone was on high alert; the machine gunners carefully cleaned their weapons, and everyone's eyes were fixed warily on the front.

Indeed, after the Chinese People's Volunteer Army successfully captured the position, the United States bombarded it with artillery.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lao Fan looked at the constant stream of bad news coming from the battlefield, his face so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.

He knew full well that continuing to hold out would only lead to greater losses. He gritted his teeth and ordered his staff officer, "Pass on my order: prepare for the main force to withdraw. We can't stay here any longer!"

The staff officer hesitated for a moment, then asked, "General, what should we do with these positions?"

Old Fan waved his hand impatiently: "We can't worry about that now. Let them fight the Volunteer Army to the death!"

And so, Lao Fan led his main force, preparing to quietly begin his escape.

Meanwhile, the volunteer soldiers remained on the front lines, unaware that the enemy was preparing to withdraw. They continued to hold their ground with great vigilance and hid in the tunnels.

The process of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army attacking and reinforcing these positions did not go smoothly.

The main problem was that there were two or even three bunkers on the mountainside. The Chinese People's Volunteer Army did not expect that the US garrison would build bunkers there.

Position No. 2 on Hill No. 2.

The troops defending the American bunker were still firing wildly.

By this time, four demolition team members had already sacrificed their lives. The company commander ordered the fifth demolition team member to continue.

Five minutes later, the fifth demolition crew member also perished.

Seeing his comrades fall one by one, Huang Weiguang was filled with rage and volunteered for the mission. He said that although he was short, he was quick and should be able to blow up the bunker.

In fact, Huang Weiguang was a communications soldier, a technical soldier. At that time, technical soldiers were in high demand. And during the Battle of Shangganling, communications soldiers were in high demand because the US artillery was so powerful that even if telephone lines were severed, communications soldiers were needed to repair them.

If there hadn't been absolutely no other choice, the company commander wouldn't have let Huang Weiguang go.

Huang Weiguang was right. He sometimes crawled forward, sometimes ran quickly, skillfully using the terrain to dodge enemy bullets. He was incredibly fast.

But the enemy's firepower was too intense, and he was still shot in the leg. Blood kept flowing from the wound, and although he gritted his teeth, his speed slowed down.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire company, Huang Weiguang finally approached the bunker, forcefully shoved the demolition charge into the bunker's firing port, and was about to pull the fuse when he discovered that the demolition charge had been pushed out by the enemy.

Without hesitation, he picked up the demolition charge again and stuffed it back in. But the enemy pushed it out once more, accompanied by frantic shouts and curses.

Huang Weiguang was extremely anxious. He knew that with every second that passed, his comrades would be in greater danger.

He looked at the explosive charge in his hand, a resolute glint in his eyes, and suddenly made a startling decision.

He forcefully pressed his hand against the demolition charge, and when he felt the charge was about to explode, he used all his strength to jump towards the machine gun barrel of the bunker.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the explosive charge exploded inside the bunker, flames shot into the sky, and rocks and dust flew everywhere.

The other volunteer soldiers were overjoyed, thinking they had successfully blown up the damned bunker.

They waved their weapons excitedly, their cheers echoing through the valley.

Immediately, the Volunteer Army sounded the charge, and the stirring bugle call seemed like a call to victory. The soldiers charged towards the mountaintop like tigers descending a mountain.

However, a few seconds later, the enemy's machine guns roared again, the piercing sound like the howl of a demon, shattering the soldiers' brief joy.

A hail of bullets rained down, and many charging soldiers were hit and fell to the ground.

Some soldiers convulsed, their guns slipping from their hands and falling to the ground; others stared wide-eyed, seemingly still yearning for victory, but closed their eyes forever.