Southern guerrilla warfare: I led the Red Seventh Army Corps to amassed a million troops.

Outside the bunker, the gunfire gradually subsided, but the Red Army's offensive showed no signs of abating.

On the front of Hill 1, Ma Gongcheng lay prone behind a boulder at the bottom of the slope. His hand was scraped by gravel, and beads of blood dripped down his wrist, but he didn't bother to wipe them away.

Gunfire erupted incessantly from the high ground on both sides, like popping beans, indicating that the attack had clearly advanced quite a bit. Only their own side was completely blocked by that turtle-shell bunker on the mountaintop.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Damn it, I've actually become the most backward one."

The reconnaissance company had scouted the situation beforehand, but they hadn't figured out the enemy's exact numbers, firepower, or fortifications. They only realized how formidable the enemy was once the fighting began.

However, Ma Gongcheng knew in his heart that war is never smooth sailing. He had already considered the worst-case scenario in his contingency plan.

He turned around and shouted, "Demolition team, prepare! Mortars, aim at the front of the bunker and fire!"

"Sharpshooter, keep a close watch on the firing ports! Fire like crazy, keep them pinned down so they don't dare to look up!"

Thump thump thump!

The three mortars fired in succession, shells slamming into the area around the bunker, kicking up clouds of gray-black dust, and scattering gravel and dirt all over the ground.

Several skilled marksmen quickly took their positions, aimed their guns at the row of dark firing ports on the bunker, and fired with a ping-pong sound.

Bullets struck the concrete walls of the bunker, sending up a shower of sparks.

This sense of oppression prevented the shooters inside from firing recklessly, giving the demolition specialists more opportunities.

However, problems soon became apparent. The obstacles in front of the bunker had been cleared away by the defenders, leaving the open slope bare. There was not a single decent rock to be found, let alone any cover.

The white light of the searchlight was like a sharp sword, sweeping across the slope again and again, leaving no living thing undetected.

The first demolition expert had only rushed out about ten meters when the searchlight locked onto him.

Machine gun bullets were ricocheting off his heels, but he dodged left and right, his body as agile as an eel, managing to dodge several bursts of bullets.

But the searchlight kept its sights on him, and the bullets grew denser and denser. Finally, less than thirty meters from the bunker, his body jolted violently, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it!" Ma Gongcheng gritted his teeth. "Turn on that searchlight! Bring all the firepower up there!"

Rifles and machine guns turned and fired in unison, causing light bulbs to explode and searchlights to go out.

Before the Red Army soldiers could even catch their breath, several beams of flashlight shone from the bunker. Although much dimmer than searchlights, they were still enough to make out figures in the pitch-black night.

The second, third, and fourth demolition experts rushed out one after another, falling one after another into pools of blood.

The last demolition expert rushed to the base of the bunker wall, but before he could pull the fuse, a burst of bullets came from the side firing port, and he slumped to the ground.

Inside the bunker, Zhou Mingyuan saw the Red Army demolition experts lying on the ground through the firing port, and his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"How about that? What did I tell you? This bunker is a full foot thick with concrete and steel reinforcement. How could the Red Army possibly breach it? They couldn't fill it even if they risked their lives!"

As the Nationalist soldiers inside the bunker saw that the Red Army's several charges had failed, their faces, which had been pale with fear, gradually regained their color. Their fear subsided, and greed and arrogance began to rise within them.

A bold soldier shouted at the top of his lungs, "Battalion Commander! After we drive off this wave of Red Army soldiers, I want to spend the night at the Hundred Flowers Brothel! Is that alright?"

Zhou Mingyuan laughed heartily, patting his chest: "Alright! Everyone go! I've got my top pick, Bai Mudan, and you'll all get a share! As long as you hold onto her, I'll treat you all!"

A burst of boisterous laughter erupted from inside the bunker.

Just then, as Ma Gongcheng was preparing to organize the second explosion, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

He looked back and saw that Zhou Zeyuan had arrived with a group of people, carrying several items covered with tarpaulins behind him.

"Old Ma, stop. Your fighting style won't work; you'll just be throwing your life away without taking it down. I have a secret weapon, specially developed to deal with these tusk-like bunkers of the Nationalist army."

Ma Gongcheng was stunned for a moment, watching as the soldiers lifted the tarpaulin, revealing a row of mortars.

His eye twitched: "Isn't that a mortar? A mortar can blow through a concrete bunker? Commander, are you kidding me?"

"Who said it was going to blow up? Just you wait and see."

Zhou Zeyuan turned and waved to the mortar company. The gunners quickly adjusted their firing parameters, and shells were fired one after another, crashing into the hilltop bunker with a piercing whistle.

Some shells exploded on the open ground in front of the bunker, filling the air with smoke and dust; others hit the bunker wall directly, sending rubble flying and pieces of plaster falling off, but the reinforced concrete structure inside remained completely intact.

Inside the bunker, Zhou Mingyuan was jolted and knocked about, but he was still laughing loudly: "Fire! Fire harder! My shell is tough as nails, even if you run out of shells..."

Before he could finish speaking, a pungent and spicy smell suddenly wafted into his nose.

He took a deep breath, and tears and snot immediately welled up in his eyes. His throat felt like it was being choked, and he coughed so hard he bent over.

Immediately afterwards, a thick plume of red smoke poured into the bunker from the gaps in the explosion and the ventilation shafts, filling the air with the pungent smell of chili powder.

"Cough cough cough... Holy crap! It's a poison gas grenade!" Zhou Mingyuan covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face, his eyes burning red. "Quick, put on your gas mask... Damn it! We don't have any of these!"

The entire bunker was in chaos. A dozen or so Nationalist soldiers coughed violently, as if they had been pickled in a vat of chili peppers, their faces covered in tears and snot, and some even lay on the ground retching uncontrollably.

He lost his gun and could no longer stand, so he scrambled and crawled into a corner.

Mortar shells continued to fall, and the red fog grew thicker and thicker.

A soldier cried out, his voice trembling with tears, "Commander! What are we going to do? Should we surrender?"

Zhou Mingyuan's eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and under the intense pain, his will wavered for a moment.

But the thought of the consequences of surrendering made my heart clench.

Without further hesitation, he grabbed a submachine gun, kicked open the iron door of the bunker, and rushed out.

A mortar shell landed right at his feet, exploding with a bang. When the smoke cleared, only a charred body remained on the ground.

The remaining Nationalist soldiers inside the bunker looked at each other, and someone shouted first, "Stop fighting! We surrender! We surrender!"

As the gunfire subsided, a dusty white cloth trembled as it emerged from the firing port.

The last resistance at Fukuyama's position finally came to an end.

At this point, only half an hour had passed since the start of the battle.

At the foot of the mountain, upon learning that the main fortress had been captured, the soldiers erupted in cheers.

Zhou Zeyuan breathed a long sigh of relief. The first step of the plan went smoothly. Next, he would join forces with the feint attack troops and gradually eliminate the other enemy forces outside the city.

But this action must be swift. The enemy is not stupid; once they realize that Fukuyama has been lost and the garrison has been wiped out, they will definitely react.

Therefore, he made two preparations. On the one hand, he sent a fast horse to the rear to report the news, so that Su Yu could spare some mobile troops to come to Fuzhou to reinforce him.

On the other hand, without bothering to clean up the battlefield, the Red Army soldiers in Fushan rushed towards the designated assembly point.