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

At this moment, Huang Weiguang, who had just rolled down, realized that something was wrong.

His ears were ringing and his head was still a little dizzy, but a strong sense of responsibility quickly brought him back to his senses.

He instinctively touched his body, only to be horrified to find that there were no explosive charges or detonators left.

He was also injured; his left leg had been hit by a bullet, and blood was flowing out continuously, causing him excruciating pain with every movement.

He saw that the dense gunfire was like a death knell, and comrades kept falling in the gunfire, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet.

Without hesitation, Huang Weiguang gritted his teeth, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and slowly climbed up.

His hands were raw and bleeding from the rough ground, and his fingernails were filled with dirt and pebbles.

With each step he took, a trail of blood was left on the ground, the bright red standing out starkly against the gray battlefield.

Finally, Huang Weiguang climbed to the position of the bunker entrance.

At that moment, the enemy's machine gun was still firing wildly, and bullets whizzed past his head.

He took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a fearless determination, and directly used his body to block the machine gun muzzle.

Instantly, bullets rained down on him, his body trembled violently, and blood gushed from his wounds.

He died a heroic death in an instant.

"Huang Weiguang!" His comrades watched as Huang Weiguang blocked the machine gun emplacement in such a tragic way, their eyes filled with grief and anger.

Tears welled in their eyes, but even more so in their hatred for the enemy. They shouted, "Avenge Comrade Huang Weiguang! Charge!"

The sound made the valley tremble slightly.

Filled with rage, the soldiers surged toward the mountaintop like a flood bursting its banks.

They charged forward recklessly, and finally, the soldiers reached the bunker.

Blow up the bunker with a grenade.

……

This wasn't just the case on Huang Weiguang's side; similarly tragic bombings of bunkers occurred on all the positions reinforced by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

But for the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, no matter the heavy cost, they had to destroy the pillbox and then successfully reinforce the enemy.

Thus, after twenty-three hours of fierce fighting, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army reinforcements destroyed all the American reconnaissance positions on the mountainside.

They subsequently successfully provided reinforcements.

In other words, all the surface positions in the Wusheng Mountain area were returned to the hands of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

One of the military flags here has 32 bullet holes on it, which shows how fierce the battle was.

When Lao Fan learned that the bunker had been destroyed and that the Volunteer Army had broken through the defense line, he was both shocked and furious.

I never imagined that the bunker I had spent so much effort building would only hold out for less than a day.

He roared at his staff officer beside him, "These damned Volunteer Army soldiers, how can they be so difficult to deal with! We shouldn't have fought with them."

This guy has completely broken down and lost his composure. Because he knows he's finished, utterly finished.

The staff officer said cautiously, "General, we'd better retreat quickly, or it will be too late."

Old Fan nodded helplessly and hurriedly led his remaining troops away.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers continued their pursuit of the enemy, advancing with unstoppable momentum. The soldiers of the 13th and 15th Iron Armies worked closely together, driving the American forces into a series of defeats.

Then the Long Live Army joined in, and Lao Fan's two rearguard regiments were quickly wiped out.

The arrival of the Long Live Army became the final straw that broke the camel's back for Lao Fan. Even the main force was tightly gripped by the Long Live Army's iron grip, becoming like turtles in a jar.

Old Fan's face turned ashen, the veins on his hand gripping the communicator bulging. He could only shout in vain over the radio, but he received no response from Clara.

Just then, Clara finally made her move, ordering two elite divisions of the US military to rush to their aid overnight.

Two hundred and seventy thousand troops met on a narrow path in the western part of Wusheng Mountain, and the sound of gunfire instantly tore apart the silence of the valley.

The shells blasted the soil several meters high, and the smoke obscured the sky, turning the entire battlefield into a living hell.

However, this fierce battle was tinged with an eerie restraint. Although the 13th Iron Army and the Long Live Army of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army were at full strength and at their peak combat capability, they never launched a full-scale offensive.

After all, everyone was exhausted from fighting and couldn't fight anymore, which is why they resorted to sniping and ambushes.

Meanwhile, the US launched a surprise attack on Wusheng Mountain because it wanted to gain the upper hand at the negotiating table. However, the attack failed and eventually escalated into the Battle of Shangganling, dragging both sides into an even more brutal quagmire.

Every day at Shangganling was an ordeal of blood and fire. The hilltop was shaved off by artillery fire, leaving only layers of shell casings and corpses piled up on the scorched earth, barren of any vegetation.

The two sides were locked in a protracted tug-of-war, and every inch of land was stained with blood.

Both sides suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Shangganling.

The total number of casualties on both sides exceeded 70,000, with the US suffering more than 40,000 casualties.

Clara and Lao Fan's wishful thinking completely failed, and they could only contact Zhi Si again, their tone filled with undisguised exhaustion, requesting to restart the negotiations.

Zhiji's reply was also brief and to the point: Agreed.

With the Battle of Shangganling officially concluded and the sounds of gunfire finally ceasing, a true political game began at the negotiating table between the United States and China.

Previously, none of us really wanted to talk. That's why Lao Fan orchestrated this showdown.

The Iron Fifteenth Army became famous because of this battle and was called the Thousand-Year Army by countless people. They carved their own monument on the battlefield with their blood and lives.

After the ceasefire, Staff Officer Wu, who was in charge of coordinating and commanding the Battle of Shangganling, arrived at various positions on Mount Wusheng, carrying the entrustment of the headquarters. Staff Officer Wu's identity needs no further explanation; he was likely the most capable general of the younger generation of the Great Xia, a true undefeated general.

As for why he's called Staff Officer Wu, it's because he was previously referred to as Deputy Director Wu, and that was marked.

So just understand the meaning.

When Staff Officer Wu stepped onto this scorched earth, the ground beneath his feet was loose and unstable, and every step he took revealed shrapnel and charred fragments of military uniforms.

The former battlefield has been completely transformed. The once towering trees are now just bare stumps, and the shell craters are densely packed together, like hideous scars on the earth.

Staff Officer Wu's steps slowed down. Everywhere he looked, there were traces of battle. The bodies of the fallen soldiers were still there. His eyes gradually welled up with tears, and finally, tears streamed down his face.

This was a formidable man who had fought for over twenty years, a truly hard-hearted general, yet even he was heartbroken and unable to breathe upon seeing this scene.

Qin Jianheng followed Wu, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles digging into them, but he forgot all about the pain.

After all, the soldiers who sacrificed their lives here were mostly from his 15th Iron Army.

His Iron Fifteenth Army left almost all of its elite troops here.

Looking at the scorched earth before him, and those familiar faces, including his guard company, all of whom had sacrificed their lives here.

Qin Jianheng walked to the edge of a bomb crater and stopped.

A faded military cap lay scattered in the pit; though the insignia was incomplete, it still shone faintly.

He crouched down, carefully picked up the military cap, gently brushed off the dust with his palm, and then put it on his head.

"These soldiers are all outstanding." Staff Officer Wu's voice was hoarse as he looked at Qin Jianheng, unsure how to comfort him.