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

Zhou Zheng'an led more than fifty volunteer soldiers, constantly using the dilapidated tunnels to snipe. Sometimes they would peek out from the tunnel entrance, aim at the enemy and fire; other times they would quickly retreat back into the tunnel to avoid enemy bullets.

Of course, they also went into the trenches from time to time.

The sounds of gunfire were incessant, bullets whistling through the air as if death itself was reaping lives.

A young volunteer soldier had just poked his head out to prepare to fire when he was struck in the head by a bullet. Blood gushed out instantly, and he fell straight down at the entrance of the tunnel.

"Heiwa!" his comrade cried out in anguish, his eyes filled with anger and hatred. He raised his gun and fired wildly at the enemy, as if to vent all his anger.

Then he was killed very soon after.

Because the tunnels were blown up and exposed, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers also suffered heavy losses.

After another day of fierce fighting, only sixteen Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers remained at position 406. This meant that the entire platoon of Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers who came to reinforce the position had been killed, plus two more.

It was too tragic.

An old soldier watched his comrades fall one by one, tears welling in his eyes. He choked back sobs and said to Zhou Zheng'an, "Commander, the enemy's firepower is too intense!"

Zhou Zheng'an patted him on the shoulder and said firmly, "Old Zhang, this is war! As long as we have a breath left, we will never let the Americans occupy Position 406!"

"Yes!" the remaining volunteer soldiers all shouted.

Then, a new battle broke out.

This was the last battle of the day, and the two sides fought for more than an hour before ceasing their attack.

The main problem was that it was too dark.

On this day, the first company of the US military was basically decimated, and they sent another company.

Clara is obsessed; she's determined to take position 406.

Standing in the command post, he was furious and roared, "We must take that position, at all costs, to wash away our shame!"

This is actually a feeling, a sense that there are important factors here that influence the war against the US.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army also launched a fierce counterattack and carried out rescue operations.

Along the more than 20-kilometer-long front, the fighting raged fiercely. The deafening roar of gunfire and shouts of battle filled the air, turning the entire battlefield into a living hell.

Of course, because the most elite troops were all deployed to deal with the 406 position, some defensive lines were breached, which was noticed by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, who then immediately concentrated their firepower to break through from there.

Although each outpost had only a few men, a dozen or at most twenty or thirty, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army had successfully breached several outposts in succession. However, these soldiers did not linger and quickly retreated.

The main reason was that the headquarters of the Chinese Communist Party had previously issued orders not to provoke too much, which led to the expansion of the war again.

At this point, the headquarters judged that the US was likely about to launch a large-scale war. However, they couldn't yet pinpoint the exact location. The operations staff huddled around the map, their brows furrowed, their eyes revealing worry and anxiety.

"The US is coming on strong this time; they're definitely planning something big," an advisor said.

"Yes, we must figure out their intentions as soon as possible and prepare to deal with them," another staff officer chimed in.

At this moment, the US's mountain warfare expert, Lao Fan, was dispatched.

He sat in the command room, his eyes cold and stern, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if everything was under his control.

He then dispatched two elite divisions to the western part of the Wusheng Mountain region in a straightforward and swaggering manner.

For a time, the entire western region of Wusheng Mountain was shrouded in dust.

Tanks and armored vehicles rampaged across the road, kicking up clouds of dust.

The soldiers marched forward in orderly steps, like a pack of hungry wolves.

Upon learning of this situation, the commander immediately ordered the Fifth Iron Army to prepare for defense and resolutely prevent the US mobile forces from passing through the western area of ​​Wusheng Mountain.

Because that area is all plains, it's the perfect place for the US's mobile forces.

If the western part of Wusheng Mountain is breached, the US forces will be able to advance unimpeded, creating a major breach in the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's defenses.

This is a very serious matter.

In fact, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army not only deployed the 15th Iron Army here, but also the 13th Iron Army.

This demonstrates the importance attached to this region.

Upon receiving the order, Qin Jianheng, the commander of the 15th Iron Army, immediately convened a meeting of commanders at all levels.

He stood on the command platform, his eyes firm and serious, and said loudly, "Comrades, the US mobile forces are heading west towards Wusheng Mountain. We must stop them at all costs! This is a crucial battle that will determine the entire war situation. Do you all have confidence?"

"Yes!" the commanders shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the conference room.

Subsequently, a division commander from the Fifth Iron Army, originally stationed in the western region of Wusheng Mountain, began a full mobilization. At the same time, another division began a forced march from the central region near Wusheng Mountain towards the western region.

The soldiers of the two Iron Fifteenth Army divisions sprang into action, simultaneously constructing fortifications to prepare for an American attack, while also rapidly reinforcing their positions.

At this moment, neither the US nor China knew that another brutal battle was about to begin on the island battlefield.

This is the Battle of Shangganling.

In the days to come, Shangganling will become a sea of ​​blood and fire, where countless heroes and heroines will sacrifice their lives for national security and national honor, engaging in a thrilling life-or-death struggle.

In the Battle of Shangganling, the most famous thing is probably Lao Fan's ammunition count, which is used to measure the intensity of a battle.

The intensity of artillery fire in the Battle of Shangganling surpassed that of any other war at the time.

This even resulted in many ridges of Wusheng Mountain being blasted down by two or three meters.

As for the entire Wusheng Mountain, it was bombed repeatedly. It was simply unbelievable that the Volunteer Army could survive such a super saturation bombardment, continue fighting, and even win the final victory in the Battle of Shangganling.

Meanwhile, on position 406, Zhou Zheng'an and the remaining sixteen soldiers continued to hold their ground.

Although they were exhausted, their eyes revealed determination and resilience.

However, even Zhou Zheng'an did not expect Clara to be so crazy.

Because the tunnels were destroyed and could not be effectively defended, Zhou Zheng'an made a decisive decision. Standing in the ruined tunnels, he scanned each soldier with his eyes and said loudly, "Comrade Zhang Chunguang, you take the remaining twelve soldiers and go to the nearby positions. Wang Xiaohu, Li Anqiang, and I will continue to hold this position and draw the enemy's attention."

"Once the neighboring positions are ready, we'll find an opportunity to support them."

Zhang Chunguang frowned, his face full of worry, and said, "Commander, that's too dangerous for you!"

Zhou Zheng'an said firmly, "This is an order! Execute it! We'll be fine."

Zhang Chunguang gritted his teeth and, leading twelve soldiers, crouched low and cautiously made his way towards the neighboring positions.

Watching their departing figures, Zhou Zheng'an took a deep breath and said to the two soldiers beside him, "Wang Xiaohu, Li Anqiang, cheer up and show the Americans what we're made of!"

Wang Xiaohu grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said, "Sir, don't worry! We're not pushovers!"

Li Anqiang gripped his gun tightly and said, "Yes, let's fight them!"

Around 6 a.m., Zhou Zheng'an and two soldiers prepared to leave.

As soon as they poked their heads out, they heard a sharp whistling sound from the sky. Zhou Zheng'an looked up, his face instantly turning deathly pale, and he shouted, "Oh no! The American bombers are coming again!"