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Gu Yuanyong is a clerk in a company of the Long Live Army.

In another timeline, it was he who, out of greed for life and fear of death, betrayed his country and his comrades, revealing the Volunteer Army's specific combat plans to Hanhan's troops, leading to the Wansui Army being ambushed and suffering heavy losses.

But to his utter surprise, the headquarters suddenly issued a notice requiring all units to carry out ideological education work, increase security forces, strictly investigate suspicious persons, and strengthen confidentiality.

Gu Yuanyong attempted to flee several times, but all attempts failed.

Fear and despair gradually enveloped Gu Yuanyong's heart. He could only pretend to be calm, mingling among the soldiers, pretending to participate seriously in ideological education work, and pretending to actively prepare for war. But his eyes were always flickering, and his expression was somewhat dazed.

After the ideological education work was completed, the soldiers of the Long Live Army were even more in high spirits and their beliefs became even more firm.

Gu Yuanyong has already lost the opportunity to become a traitor.

Soon, the command issued the order to launch a general offensive. With a loud bugle call, the soldiers of the Long Live Army charged towards the Hanhan Elite Division's encampment like tigers descending a mountain.

They were all brave and fearless, unafraid of sacrifice. After being bombarded by more than a hundred artillery pieces, a large number of Long Live Army soldiers launched an attack.

Various shots were fired continuously, and grenades were constantly thrown at the enemy's position. The shouts of battle were deafening and echoed through the sky.

Gu Yuanyong had no chance to betray them, and the battle plan was not leaked at all. The elite division was completely unaware of the Volunteer Army's offensive deployment and could only passively defend, ending up in a sorry state.

The other two armies, cooperating with the Long Live Army, quickly broke through Han Han's troops' defenses and advanced step by step into the enemy's rear. They had a clear division of labor and coordinated their operations, with artillery bombarding fiercely and infantry charging bravely. They quickly formed an encirclement around Han Han's elite division, trapping the enemy and giving them no chance to break out.

Hanhan's elite division, already demoralized and lax in defense, became even more vulnerable without the support of the United States. Faced with the fierce offensive of the elite Chinese People's Volunteer Army, which outnumbered them, they were unable to resist and suffered a crushing defeat.

The fierce battle lasted for a full day and night. Gunfire, artillery fire, and shouts of battle never ceased. The entire battlefield was a scene of carnage, littered with corpses and weapon wreckage, and the land was stained red with blood.

Ultimately, the volunteer soldiers of the three armies, relying on their brave and fearless spirit and precise combat deployment, completely defeated Hanhan's elite division, annihilating more than 10,000 enemy soldiers, capturing more than 3,000 enemy soldiers, and seizing a large number of weapons, ammunition, artillery and tanks.

After the battle, the volunteer soldiers stood neatly on the battlefield, their posture upright and their expressions resolute. Although they were tired, their faces still radiated victorious smiles.

They raised their weapons and shouted in unison, their shouts filled with the joy of victory, the remembrance of their comrades, and their loyalty to their motherland and people.

This battle was the famous Battle of Kumsong.

The victory in the Battle of Kumsong completely shattered the Hanhan side's conspiracy to undermine peace and obstruct negotiations, severely punished the forces that were disrupting peace, and avenged the wounded volunteer soldiers and the fallen comrades.

This dealt a heavy blow to the already low morale, demonstrated the formidable strength of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, and laid a solid foundation for subsequent negotiations.

After the battle, President Han Han, who had fainted from crying in the toilet, knew that the situation was hopeless and that the United States had deliberately refused to come to his aid.

Therefore, the only option is to continue cooperating and negotiating.

The US and the Chinese People's Volunteer Army tacitly slapped Han Han's face repeatedly.

Not long after the Battle of Jincheng ended, the negotiation camp for the four-way peace talks had returned to calm. The gunpowder smell that had filled the air gradually dissipated, replaced by a subtle and tense tranquility.

The tents in the camp still stood in rows, but the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers seemed to have become lighter, as if they were carefully guarding this hard-won dawn of peace.

Two days later, negotiations resumed.

The members of the American delegation walked heavily into the cabin, their faces lacking their usual arrogance and haughtiness, replaced by weariness and helplessness.

Major General Jeff, who was leading the group, had a complex mix of emotions in his eyes: resentment, humiliation, but more so, a helpless compromise with reality.

Volunteer Army representative Fu Anyang was still in high spirits. He strode into the small house with a firm and confident look in his eyes.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the American representatives, he sneered inwardly: "If only they had known this would happen, they wouldn't have done it in the first place."

The atmosphere at the negotiating table was quite different from before. In the past, the US side was always aggressive, making all sorts of unreasonable demands, but this time, they were much quieter.

Jeff cleared his throat and spoke first: "After this period of consideration, we believe that some of the previous terms need to be renegotiated, and we are willing to make some concessions."

Fu Anyang leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and a slight smile played on his lips. "Oh? Concessions? That's rare. But since you're so sincere, tell me, how exactly do you intend to concede?"

Jeff blushed slightly, but still forced a smile and said, "Regarding the exchange of prisoners of war, we can exchange them according to the actual number of prisoners, without setting any other additional conditions."

Fu Anyang was secretly pleased, but his face remained impassive: "That's more like it. However, you also need to show sincerity regarding the demarcation of the ceasefire boundary."

During the subsequent negotiations, the US became much more subdued and no longer provoked the Chinese People's Volunteer Army as recklessly as before.

They knew that the disastrous defeat at the Battle of Kumsong had already cost them the initiative in negotiations, and that if they continued to be tough, they would only suffer greater losses.

As for Hanhan's delegation, they were so upset they had no tears left to shed.

Their three elite divisions were completely annihilated by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army in the Battle of Kumsong, greatly reducing their strength.

At the negotiating table, they had no say whatsoever and could only watch helplessly as the US and the Chinese People's Volunteer Army bargained.

Of course, I also felt this was the greatest disgrace.

Hanhan sat in the corner, his face terribly gloomy. He kept rubbing his temples, as if that could relieve his inner pain.

"What on earth happened? How did we end up like this!" Hanhan roared angrily in her heart, but dared not show it at the negotiating table.

He knew that the Great Xia Volunteer Army was no longer someone they could easily provoke.

Five days later, after several rounds of arduous negotiations, the four parties formally signed a temporary ceasefire agreement.

Note that this is a temporary ceasefire agreement.

The signing ceremony was held in a large conference room at the negotiation camp. The conference room was decorated solemnly, with national flags from all four countries hanging on the walls and the agreement text and pens on the table.

Clara sat in the seat of the American representative, his hand trembling slightly as he picked up the pen. His eyes were filled with resentment and humiliation, as if signing this document would be signing the disgrace of his military career.

But there was nothing we could do.