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

An hour later, many volunteer soldiers collapsed on the snow, panting heavily, unable to run any further.

Of course, the results were quite impressive. The entire regiment, more than 1,200 men, annihilated about 50 American soldiers. The enemy all fled, mainly because their own guns kept malfunctioning. The situation was much better for the American troops. Moreover, the enemy even had jeeps.

Human legs can't outrun four wheels.

……

In an instant, fierce battles began on multiple battlefields across an area of ​​more than 50 square kilometers near Changjin Lake.

Although the number of troops involved on both sides exceeded 130,000, the intensity of the artillery fire was actually not that great. This was because many of the guns and cannons on the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's side were unable to fire, so they could only throw grenades.

The American troops realized something was wrong; these Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers were fearless. I quickly ran away.

So one ran while the other chased, and a long and arduous defeat began.

The reason it's described as a long and arduous defeat is because the US is moving very slowly, and its mentality has been affected, which is why it's in this situation.

Meanwhile, two armies of the 9th Army Corps, which had been lying in ambush, blocked the retreating 1st Cavalry Division of the United States. However, the enemy used tanks as spearheads, launching continuous attacks. The firepower of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army was completely insufficient, and its defensive line was quickly breached.

Seeing that the American troops had successfully withdrawn, the defending Chinese People's Volunteer Army had no choice but to continue the pursuit.

Thus, along the long road, there were Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers and American soldiers everywhere, intertwined and small-scale battles could break out at any time.

Zhou Zheng'an's reinforcement unit learned immediately that the Battle of Chosin Reservoir had begun and was in complete chaos. They quickly ordered everyone to rush forward.

Of course, it wasn't just Zhou Zheng'an and his group; there were also other reinforcements and logistics units, totaling about 5,000 people.

At this time, Zhou Zheng'an's side began to suffer large-scale non-combat casualties, with many comrades being injured or dying in this icy and snowy land.

The remaining volunteer soldiers carried the weapons and equipment of their fallen comrades, as well as logistical supplies, and continued to advance, which slowed their pace even further.

Several hours later, seeing that everyone was exhausted, Battalion Commander Zhao told everyone to rest, and then they found a cave.

The cave wasn't big, barely big enough for a dozen or so people. Battalion Commander Zhao let the frostbitten soldiers squeeze in, then they started a fire, took off their wet clothes, wrung them out, and huddled together to keep warm.

"Start a small fire to dry your clothes," Platoon Leader Zhao said. "Be careful to stay hidden and don't let the smoke escape."

There was really no other way; without a fire, everyone would die.

Several veterans skillfully gathered firewood and started a small fire deep inside the cave. The flickering flames brought a little warmth.

The soldiers gathered around the fire to dry their clothes, hands, and feet.

Zhou Zheng'an took Liu Mancang's wet clothes and dried them together.

"Squad leader, do you think... we can win?" Liu Mancang asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Zhou Zheng'an said with certainty.

Why are you so sure?

"Because we Chinese of Great Xia are not afraid to die." Zhou Zheng'an looked at the flickering flames. "The American devils are afraid to die. Those who are afraid to die can't beat those who are not."

The soldiers next to him nodded.

After drying for a while, their clothes were half-dry. The soldiers ate some dry rations with hot water and then took turns going inside to warm up.

After the battalion commander assigned sentry posts, the soldiers had to rest.

Around two or three in the morning, the sentry suddenly growled, "Something's up!"

Zhou Zheng'an immediately opened his eyes, grabbed his gun, and looked outside.

"What's going on?" Platoon Leader Zhao also came over.

"There's movement...like footsteps," the sentry pointed down the mountain.

Everyone held their breath and listened intently.

There were indeed footsteps, very light, but more and more, coming from down the mountain.

"Prepare for battle!" Platoon Leader Zhao ordered in a low voice.

The soldiers quickly took cover on either side of the cave entrance, pointing their guns down the mountain. All the soldiers were excited. A battle was about to begin.

Zhou Zheng'an lay prone behind a rock, his finger on the trigger, his heart pounding.

This was the first time he had truly faced an enemy.

The footsteps grew closer, and we could hear voices speaking in English.

"It's the American devils," a soldier whispered.

Looking through the light, Zhou Zheng'an saw a group of people, about twenty or so, walking carefully in American military uniforms and carrying guns.

This was a group of defeated and scattered American troops who got lost and ended up heading towards Great Xia.

At this point, they were completely panicked and didn't know where to go.

"Don't fire, wait for them to get closer," Platoon Leader Zhao ordered in a low voice. "On my command."

The American troops are getting closer and closer, 200 meters, 150 meters, 130 meters...

Zhou Zheng'an and the others couldn't see their faces clearly. One hundred and ten meters.

"Fire!" Platoon Leader Zhao gave the order.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire shattered the silence of the mountains and forests. However, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army was taken aback; many of their guns failed to fire.

After all, it was their first time participating in a war, and they didn't know that the weather was so cold.

On the American side, seeing the sudden attack from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, they panicked and opened fire like enraged beasts.

Carbines and submachine guns spat fire, and bullets rained down on the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Soon, soldiers from the Volunteer Army were shot and fell, their blood staining the white snow.

Battalion Commander Zhao was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He roared, "Don't panic! Think of a way to fight back!"

Many soldiers anxiously pounded on their rifles, muttering, "What kind of crappy gun is this? It fails us at the crucial moment!"

At this critical moment, Zhou Zheng'an shouted, "Throw grenades!" His voice was like a thunderclap, clearly audible amidst the gunfire.

After shouting, he quickly pulled a grenade from his waist and threw it out.

Because in the darkness, no one could see the grenade trace a long arc in the air, flying more than a hundred meters before landing precisely among the American soldiers.

But soon everyone saw, "Boom!" With a loud bang, flames shot into the sky, and three or four American soldiers were blown to pieces, screaming as they fell to the ground.

At the same time, Zhou Zheng'an's mind kept buzzing with notifications.

[Ding! One American soldier has been killed, earning 1000 defense penetration points.]

The total number of points gained from the butterfly attack is 3,000.

Zhou Zheng'an was secretly delighted, muttering to himself, "The lives of these American devils are really worthless, only a thousand points."

But his hands didn't stop; he threw three more grenades in quick succession. Each grenade seemed to have eyes, landing precisely among the American soldiers, causing them to scream and howl in terror.

The American soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden and fierce attack, and some shouted in panic, "Surrender! We surrender!"

But the volunteer soldiers couldn't understand their language and maintained their fighting posture.

Although Zhou Zheng'an understood, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention. In this freezing weather, capturing prisoners was not only pointless, but could also bring him trouble, since marching with prisoners would make movement extremely inconvenient.

Just then, Zhou Zheng'an's mind "dinged" again.

[Ding! The host has killed ten defeated American soldiers, gaining the Golden Armor Protection skill once, which can withstand three bullets. Duration: four hours.]

Zhou Zheng'an was overjoyed. This golden armor protection skill was like an all-around bulletproof vest, allowing him to take three shots without any problem. It was like having three extra lives!

This is not just important.

[Ding, host, would you like to use it immediately?]

Zhou Zheng'an agreed without hesitation, expressing his agreement through his thoughts.

Soon, he felt a warm current flow through his body, as if an invisible armor was enveloping him.

Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly sense the presence of the armor.

It sounds like a long story, but it all happened in just a few seconds.

Without pausing, Zhou Zheng'an quickly threw two more grenades.

These two grenades, like deadly artillery shells, exploded again among the fleeing American soldiers, killing all of them in front of them.

This left the entire battalion, including Battalion Commander Zhao and the political instructor, completely dumbfounded.