Starting from 1950

The wheels rolled on, and the footsteps thundered.

The captured trucks played a crucial role, with heavy mortars, boxes of ammunition, and valuable heavy machine guns being loaded onto them first.

The wounded who were able to move were also helped onto the truck bed.

The remaining soldiers, whether veterans or new recruits, quickened their pace and began a forced march on the rugged mountain road.

"Su Yang! Come here!" Luo Pojun stood on the running board of a truck and waved.

Su Yang had already gotten off the truck and given his spot to the guns and ammunition. Upon hearing this, he immediately jogged over, with Xiao Yu landing on his shoulder as if by his shadow.

"Commander!"

"Get your 'little scouts' moving!" Luo Pojun pointed south, speaking rapidly. "Focus on scouting the enemy situation and terrain within 30 kilometers ahead! Especially enemy movements—have they set up blocking positions? Are there ambushes? What's the road condition like? Can we find a more concealed, shorter infiltration route? And... watch the skies! The enemy has suffered heavy losses and will not let this go! Issue an early warning as soon as enemy aircraft are spotted!"

In these battles, the 352nd Regiment was always able to move ahead of the enemy aircraft, all thanks to Su Yang's warnings.

As for why Su Yang could detect enemy aircraft approaching from tens or even hundreds of kilometers away, he explained that it was a feeling.

The cadres of the 352nd Regiment neither completely disbelieved nor entirely believed it, but they never pressed for answers.

"Gah—!"

Xiao Yu let out a clear, long cry, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky, instantly transforming into a white dot as it sped southward. It needed to fly higher and see farther, becoming the brightest eye in the complex fog of the battlefield for the 352nd Regiment.

Luo Pojun watched the white dot disappear into the horizon, then jumped out of the car. "Su Yang, get in! Save your energy and be ready to command Xiaoyu!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Su Yang did not refuse.

He got into the truck, closed his eyes, and focused most of his attention on his connection with Xiaoyu.

The icy wind had no effect on Xiaoyu; on the contrary, it made it even more energetic.

Its sharp eagle eyes pierced through the clouds, overlooking the snow-covered battlefield and transmitting intelligence to Su Yang in real time.

For the rest of the day, Xiaoyu would be flying back and forth between the 352nd Regiment and the south.

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"Report to the commander! About 15 kilometers to the south, we have spotted the rout of the enemy's 2nd Infantry Division. They are retreating along the main road, their formation is chaotic, they are carrying supplies, and they are not moving fast! But they are protected by four enemy aircraft!" Luo Pojun, who was walking alongside the soldiers in the back of Su Yangchong's truck, said.

Luo Pojun's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He beckoned to his guard, Wei Han, who immediately unfolded a map.

"Excellent! Excellent! Su Yang, this intelligence is invaluable! Communications officer! Immediately notify the vanguard battalion to change route and take this small path! Try to outflank the enemy after dark. Spearhead clear the way, remove snow obstacles, and ensure the passage of the follow-up troops! The entire regiment, turn!"

The order was quickly relayed.

The long marching column, like a giant dragon awakening, suddenly turned its head and left the relatively easy main road, plunging headlong into the steeper and more dangerous mountainous area.

The snow was knee-deep, making every step incredibly difficult, but no one complained. The soldiers of the spearhead platoon brandished entrenching tools and bayonets, vigorously hacking through the dry branches and bushes, wading through the thick snow with their bodies to clear a path for the main force behind them.

The forced march continued despite the difficulties.

Sweat soaked through the soldiers' cotton-padded clothes, and quickly froze into ice in the cold wind, but no one stopped.

When hungry, grab a handful of cold fried noodles and stuff them into your mouth; when thirsty, grab a handful of snow and let it melt in your mouth.

Su Yang took out half a wild rabbit that Xiao Yu had caught and frozen in the snow, cut it into small pieces with a dagger, and distributed it to Luo Pojun, the political commissar, and several soldiers around him who looked exhausted.

This time, Luo Pojun did not refuse. He took the cold piece of meat, took a big bite, and replenished his depleted strength.

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Before nightfall, Su Yang directed Xiao Yu to conduct one last reconnaissance mission.

"Commander, Xiaoyu reports that the enemy's retreating troops are at the foot of the mountain ahead, less than five kilometers away from us as the crow flies. They seem to be planning to set up camp in a small valley called 'Wild Wolf Valley'!" Su Yang relayed the crucial intelligence once again.

"Wild Wolf Valley?" A cold glint flashed in Luo Pojun's eyes. "They dare to camp and rest after fleeing? Did they even ask if I had a gun? Communications officer! Order the vanguard battalion to speed up! Engage them! Second and third battalions, flank them from both sides of the mountain ridge and pin this fleeing army down in Wild Wolf Valley! Su Yang, Zheng Ergou, get the bazookas ready! Target: enemy trucks and officers!"

"Yes!" The order was relayed swiftly.

After the messenger left, Luo Pojun said to the communications soldier, "Send a telegram to Lao Mao and Lao Zhu, saying that my 352nd Regiment will attack Yelangyu in an hour. If they can make it, I'll give them a share; if they can't, I'll take it all!"

Like a running cheetah, the 352nd Regiment instantly switched from a forced march to a combat stance.

If it were daytime, with enemy aircraft providing cover, the 352 wouldn't dare to easily face an entire enemy regiment.

But it's nighttime now. As long as we control the terrain, we can easily crush the enemy's fleeing soldiers.

Luo Pojun knew that the friendly forces on the left and right flanks would definitely not be able to arrive in time, so he sent a telegram over, which was more of a show-off gesture.

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Wild Wolf Valley is a truly narrow valley.

Exhausted soldiers of the 9th Regiment of the 2nd Infantry Division were gathered in twos and threes, some leaning against truck tires panting, others tearing open cold cans and wolfing down their food.

The officers huddled together, arguing incessantly over the map, their faces filled with panic and frustration.

Several heavy machine guns were casually set up at the entrance of the valley and on top of several trucks, and the sentries seemed somewhat lax.

The crushing defeat at Liudong Village and their hasty escape had already driven their morale to rock bottom.

They never expected that the army that had been relentlessly pursuing them like a leech would suddenly appear from the flank ridge, which they thought was the least likely place to be attacked, like a divine army descending from the sky!

"Attack!" Luo Pojun's roar was like a thunderclap!

"Bang bang bang—!"

"Da da da da—!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Gunfire and explosions shattered the tranquility of the valley! The soldiers of the First Battalion charged down the hillside like tigers descending a mountain, raining down a hail of bullets on the enemy in the valley.

On the ridges on both sides, soldiers from the Second and Third Battalions also appeared, looking down and firing at full power!

The routed soldiers were thrown into chaos.

Terrified screams and frantic curses filled the air. Soldiers scattered like headless flies, searching for cover.

The officers tried to organize resistance, but their orders seemed powerless in the face of panic.

"Machine guns! Machine gun suppression!" a captain shouted hoarsely, pointing at the enemy at the forefront.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out from behind a protruding rock on the upper side of the valley.

Su Yang held the Springfield rifle steadily, with wisps of smoke still rising from the muzzle.

A bloody hole instantly appeared in the machine gunner's helmet, and his body slumped limply beside the machine gun.

After several battles, the 352nd Regiment captured a lot of enemy equipment, but the Springfield rifle was disliked by the entire regiment.

This is because the bullets used in this gun are not compatible with those used in the Type 38, Type 24, and Soviet guns.

It also has many disadvantages, such as heavy weight, strong recoil, and short bayonet.

However, this type of gun also has advantages, namely high accuracy and long range.

Anyway, Su Yang found it easy to use, since it had the panel's support, so any gun was the same to him.

In addition, this was the first gun he used to fight on the battlefield, and he found it quite handy, so he continued to use it.

"Bang! Bang!" Two more shots rang out! Two other American soldiers who were trying to operate the heavy machine gun also fell to the ground.

Su Yang was like the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, reaping the lives of his enemies with precision and efficiency.

"Player has gained 60 experience points!"

"Player has gained 60 experience points!"

"Player has gained 60 experience points!"

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