Chapter 163: He Yuzhu is in Danger

"Ershuan!" He Yuzhu roared at him, his voice drowning out the gunfire in the distance, "Hurry up and hide in the air-raid shelter! The planes are coming any second!"

Ershuan's face turned pale in a flash. His hand gripping his gun trembled, yet he asked with a hint of stubbornness, "The Regimental Commander made me your Guard and told me to follow you; I can't leave."

"Enough nonsense!" He Yuzhu raised his finger and pointed at that precipitous mountain peak, "If you can climb up there, then follow me! I'm going up to fight the planes."

Ershuan looked up at the nearly vertical cliff face and shook his head repeatedly: "I... I really can't climb that."

"Then don't try to be a hero, hurry up and hide, lest you get blown into mincemeat by the planes!" He Yuzhu added, "Oh right, you have another mission: hurry and tell the Regimental Commander to use the M2 Heavy Machine Gun to blockade the mountain pass and try to keep the bombers from flying at low altitude!"

"Understood!" Ershuan gritted his teeth, nodded, and turned to run swiftly toward the foot of the mountain.

He Yuzhu did not hesitate any longer. He skillfully dismantled the Bazooka, strapped it to his back, grabbed several Rockets from the equipment crate and stuffed them into his Universal Backpack, then took a deep breath and began climbing toward the summit using both hands and feet.

He was practically free-soloing, his fingertips searching for footholds in the cold rock crevices. Relying on the strength augmented by the system, his movements were as agile as a mountain ape, and before long, that figure appeared on the highest peak.

"That damn guy is definitely not human, he's a monkey spirit!" Ershuan, down at the foot of the mountain, looked back at the small silhouette on the peak, dumbfounded, muttering to himself.

Ten minutes ago, inside the command post.

The First Battalion Commander said with a hoarse voice: "Regimental Commander! Transfer all 200 Submachine Guns from the Second Battalion to me! When the planes bomb, I'll swap positions with the Guangtou Party soldiers!"

Regimental Commander Lao Yang paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, the veins on his forehead bulging as he weighed the cost of doing so.

"Regimental Commander, there's no time!" the First Battalion Commander urged again, flames burning in his eyes.

"Let's risk it!" Lao Yang suddenly took off his military cap and smashed it hard onto the makeshift wooden table, "We're dead anyway! I'll give you the whole Second Battalion; you take them and charge together."

"Guarantee to complete the mission!" Battalion Commander Cui replied loudly and gave a military salute.

Regimental Commander Yang thought for a moment and shouted: "Xiao Li, Xiao Ma—immediately notify the brothers on the two highlands! When the planes fly over, use the Heavy Machine Gun to seal off the mountain pass for me!"

"Yes!" The two received the order and ran out quickly.

Lao Yang took a deep breath and secretly gritted his teeth: if this fails, I'm afraid my life will be forfeit here.

"Report!"

"Come in!" Ershuan ran in, panting, and said loudly: "Regimental Commander, He Yuzhu wants you to use the M2 Machine Gun to blockade the mountain pass."

"That little brat, starting to order me around," Regimental Commander Yang laughed and scolded.

He Yuzhu finally climbed to the highest peak.

This place was a full two hundred meters higher than the other peaks. Looking down, mountains surrounded him, the cold wind whistled, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

There was only sparse grass on the summit. He quickly chose a flat piece of ground, released a large number of sandbags from his space, and constructed a circular machine gun position.

He had two reasons for reaching the summit: first, to shake off Ershuan's "follower" gaze; second, to utilize the spatial advantage to freely access weapons.

He quickly set up three "Old Gan Ma" Heavy Machine Guns, arranged in a fan shape.

If the bombers flew low, they would be sitting ducks, and shooting from his high vantage point would be effortless.

Those pilots would never dream that someone could climb this steep mountain peak.

When they dropped their altitude to release bombs, that would be the beginning of their nightmare.

Both sides of the valley were steep mountains, with a narrow gully in the middle.

If the pilots' bombing was inaccurate, the bombs would either fall outside the mountains or drop into the deep ravine, greatly reducing their lethality.

Just as He Yuzhu finished preparing, six B-25 Bombers came rumbling from afar, flying at an extremely low altitude, slowly approaching the valley.

The machine gun position at the bottom of the mountain opened fire first—

"Da-da-da—da-da-da—!"

The crossfire from the "Old Gan Ma" Heavy Machine Guns tore through the sky, heading straight for the bombers.

The pilots of the two leading planes panicked immediately, yanking their control sticks in an attempt to gain altitude.

At that very moment, He Yuzhu's Heavy Machine Gun roared!

"Da-da-da—da-da-da—!"

The machine gun muzzle spat tongues of fire, and bullets swept like a rainstorm toward the belly of a bomber that was rapidly climbing.

"Puff! Puff-puff!" The muffled sounds of metal shattering followed one after another.

"Hit it!" He Yuzhu shouted, his eyes bright.

That plane began to emit thick black smoke, its fuselage shaking violently as it crashed diagonally into the hillside.

"Boom—!!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar erupted, a fireball shot into the sky, and black smoke billowed straight into the clouds.

A deafening cheer erupted in the valley.

Another plane dove angrily, its machine cannon spitting fire with a "da-da-da-da" sound, bullets smashing into the mountain peak where He Yuzhu was located like a rainstorm.

"Want to hit me? No way!" He Yuzhu gritted his teeth, adjusted his firing angle, and opened fire rapidly.

The moment the machine cannon bullets came whistling in, he quickly hid inside his space.

That plane had already been struck by several bullets, its wing ignited in flames, and it plummeted into the valley trailing thick smoke.

The remaining four planes accelerated, frantically dropping bombs on the valley and the mountain peak where He Yuzhu was located.

"Boom—boom—boom—!"

The explosions were deafening; the fortress He Yuzhu had painstakingly built was instantly destroyed, the mountaintop was pitted and scarred, and smoke and dust filled the air.

On the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, and deep in the canyon, there were scenes of explosions everywhere.

Although this bombing also caused certain losses to the People's Liberation Army, the bombers could not get close to the ground for ultra-low-altitude bombing, and the lethality was greatly reduced.

After He Yuzhu emerged from his space, he looked at the pockmarked mountaintop and valley, feeling a lingering fear.

He quickly descended the mountain; it was time to implement his plan to blow up the mountain.

While descending, he heard bursts of fanatical shouting from the positions; the soldiers were so excited their voices had gone hoarse: "We actually shot down the planes!"

Returning to the entrance of the Cave where he had once hidden, He Yuzhu squinted and looked at the open ground beneath the cliff.

The Guangtou Party army had already quickly occupied that area, and Mountain Cannons, Mortars, and various artillery pieces were set up densely.

Because only that position could both fire into the valley and threaten the highlands on both sides, their expressions were relaxed, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory.

Five minutes ago, First Battalion position.

Just before those bombers flew overhead, the entire First Battalion and three hundred soldiers from the Second Battalion—one thousand men in total—leaped out of the trenches in unison, roaring as they launched an assault on the enemy position!

"Rat-tat-tat—rat-tat-tat—!"

Five hundred Submachine Guns opened fire simultaneously, tongues of flame gushing forth as bullets rained down on the enemy lines, leaving their soldiers completely unable to lift their heads.

Although the enemy had Heavy Machine Guns, they were powerless to counterattack under the violent suppressive fire of the M2 Heavy Machine Gun.

The Bald Party's defensive line collapsed completely, with over two thousand men fleeing in a swarm, the entire valley packed so tightly with the panicked crowd that not even a drop of water could pass through.

The People's Liberation Army seized the opportunity to pursue!

Seeing the ground battle locked in a stalemate, the bombers in the sky could not drop their bombs for fear of hitting their own side, and were forced to roar as they pulled up and departed.

At this moment, the enemies on He Yuzhu's side had already set up their artillery and were preparing to fire.

He took a deep breath, his gaze as cold as a blade, and pressed the detonation button.

"Boom—rumble—rumble—!!!"

A massive explosion suddenly erupted, and the entire mountainside collapsed as if it had been torn apart!

Debris tumbled down like a waterfall, with soil, boulders, and trees mixing together in a chaotic, violent deluge.

Over thirty pieces of artillery of various types were instantly buried by the collapsing mountain; no one can resist the power of nature.

Those artillerymen, along with their guns, were buried deep underground, disappearing without a trace.

Behind the Bald Party's lines, Division Commander Ma witnessed this scene through his Telescope; his face turned deathly pale, and with a trembling hand, he smashed the Telescope hard against a large rock, shattering it into pieces.

"It worked!" Regimental Commander Yang waved his hat, his voice hoarse but impassioned, "I did it! Let's see how you bastards get in now!"

The soldiers on the two highlands also cheered, tossing their hats high into the sky, the shouts of victory echoing through the valley.