Chapter 166: Misunderstandings While Cleaning the Battlefield

Behind the tanks followed the incredibly lax enemy soldiers; they were laughing and joking, wearing their caps crooked and their rifles slung diagonally, as if on a vacation, completely unaware that they had stepped into a death trap.

He Yuzhu hoisted the Bazooka onto his shoulder, began to aim, and then pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!" The Rocket spewed out a massive tail flame, illuminating the battlefield as bright as day.

"Boom!" The first tank was hit, and its ammunition magazine detonated instantly.

Before He Yuzhu could even give the order, Ershuan had already quickly shifted to a new position, his movements even faster than He Yuzhu's.

Almost simultaneously, the Czech Light Machine Gun on Hongying's position began to roar, and rifle bullets also began to pour down, the rain of lead splashing fiercely toward the enemy in the valley.

The valley was suddenly in total chaos: the sounds of hasty diving for cover, the wailing of wounded soldiers, and the shouting of officers were all intertwined.

The "Old Gan Ma" Heavy Machine Gun on He Yuzhu's position also began to roar, tearing terrifying gaps through the enemy ranks, with severed limbs and arms flying everywhere.

The remaining two tanks accelerated forward, emitting rolling black smoke, but suddenly, their front ends plunged into a wide trench and could no longer move.

The Guangtou Party soldiers, having lost their cover, began to attack the hills on both sides frantically.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" The Landmines were triggered one after another.

Groups of Guangtou Party soldiers were blown to pieces.

He Yuzhu aimed the Bazooka at one of the tanks stuck in the trench.

It was mainly because the soldiers on this tank were too overestimating their own capabilities; even though they couldn't move, they were still continuously moving the turret to fire at the hillside.

"Whoosh—" The Rocket dragged its tail flame as it headed straight for the target.

With a "Boom!"

The tank was instantly blown into a pile of scrap metal.

He Yuzhu and Ershuan retreated quickly.

Suddenly, a Rocket was also fired from Hongying's side; although it did not hit the tank's ammunition storage, it accurately struck the front, killing the driver and the gunner.

Just at this moment, a Mountain Cannon shell exploded on He Yuzhu's position, and a soldier was instantly blown away by the blast wave.

"It's a Mountain Cannon, everyone hide in the anti-artillery dugouts!" He Yuzhu shouted loudly.

Hongying's position was also being covered by artillery fire.

He Yuzhu found Second Battalion Commander Lao Cui: "You are responsible for blocking those infantry, I will go and take out their Mountain Cannon position, otherwise we will all be buried here."

"It's too dangerous!" said Lao Cui.

"Don't worry about me, you hold the position! Once the enemy's artillery stops and the enemy retreats, you charge out, but pay attention to the markers on the ground, don't step on the Landmines!" After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he nimbly leaped out of the trench.

Using shell craters and the terrain for cover, he sometimes crawled like a snake and sometimes advanced rapidly in a low posture, soon infiltrating the main road controlled by the enemy.

Seeing an enemy corpse with a build similar to his own, he immediately had an idea.

He quickly stored the corpse into his space, and when he appeared again, he had become a wounded soldier covered in blood with tattered military uniform, walking staggeringly on the scorched earth.

At this moment, the battlefield had fallen into an eerie silence—of the three enemy tanks, two were burning fiercely, and the other had been blown open with a large hole, lying dead and paralyzed in place.

The road was littered with discarded weapons and wailing wounded soldiers.

A soldier was crawling forward desperately; seeing that He Yuzhu was wearing the same uniform as him, he begged: "Big brother, save me..."

He Yuzhu stopped his steps and looked back, only to find that the soldier had already lowered his head.

Originally, He Yuzhu had really wanted to find a severely wounded person to carry over to make his act more realistic. But since this guy had actually died, there was nothing to be done.

It took He Yuzhu half an hour to blend into the Guangtou Party Army's camp.

"Halt! Which unit are you from?" A cold shout came from behind, and an officer swept his flashlight over his figure.

He Yuzhu stopped immediately and replied fluently in a weak, trembling tone: "94th Division, 280th Regiment... Chenqiang."

"Where are you wounded?"

"I, I was following behind the tank... and got wounded by the blast, but it's just superficial wounds." He cooperated by coughing twice, his eyes unfocused and pained.

The officer shone the flashlight on him, waved his hand impatiently, and pointed into the distance: "Your regiment's collection point is in front of the small woods."

"Thank you, sir!"

He Yuzhu felt as if he had been granted an amnesty and quickened his pace, moving toward the designated direction.

He was secretly pleased—judging by the trajectory, the enemy's artillery position was in that area.

Sure enough, after passing through the sparse woods, a busy artillery position appeared right before his eyes.

He Yuzhu immediately lay down and took out his Telescope to observe carefully.

Eight Mountain Cannons were arranged in a scattered line; the gunners were busy loading ammunition, and the orderly artillery fire spat tongues of flame into the night, harvesting lives in the distance.

These artillery pieces were a motley collection of "International Makes": Type2MountainGun, SkodaMountainGun, RussianFieldGun, KruppMountainGun... as many as four different models.

The position was teeming with figures, estimated to be over five hundred people; charging in blindly would be no different than seeking death.

His brows were tightly locked until his gaze fixed on the ammunition crates stacked beside each gun position—the models were too mixed, forcing them to store them separately by gun, which became the most fatal loophole in the position.

A bold plan formed instantly.

He entered his space silently and finished loading all twelve M9A1Bazooka rocket launchers.

When he appeared again, he was already half-kneeling on the ground, his shoulder steadily hoisting the first rocket launcher.

The crosshairs of the sight were firmly locked onto the ammunition pile beside a Type2MountainGun that had just finished firing and whose barrel was still emitting blue smoke.

"Ssh—Boom!"

The Rocket dragged its scorching tail flame as it accurately slammed into the ammunition crate.

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains swayed!

The detonating ammunition turned into a massive fireball that shot into the sky; shattered gun carriages and human bodies were thrown into the air, and the shockwave, wrapped in heat, swept in all directions.

"Enemy attack! It's an artillery strike!" The position immediately fell into chaos.

He Yuzhu did not linger, stored the launcher back into his space, and sprinted several hundred meters toward the flank, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the explosion.

Looking back, the entire position was in total disarray; soldiers were fleeing in all directions like headless flies, and the officers' shouts were drowned out by the waves of panic.

At the new firing position, the second Rocket roared out, accurately hitting another ammunition pile.

"Boom!"

The second violent explosion was the final straw that broke the Camel's back.

The surviving soldiers completely collapsed and began to flee backward in organized units, and all artillery fire ceased.

He Yuzhu was like a calm god of death, constantly changing his position in the darkness.

The third and fourth Rockets were fired in succession, completely turning the entire artillery position into a sea of fire.

In the end, even the most stubborn gunners and guard soldiers abandoned the position and joined the torrent of fugitives.

Looking at the purgatory before him, He Yuzhu's actions had not yet ended.

He silently snuck into the 94th Division's Logistics Ministry; as expected of a mechanized unit, it had actually stockpiled rice, ten thousand catties of white flour, and thousands of cans.

He stowed all these supplies into his space; it seemed that after this blow, the 94th Division had no other choice but to retreat.

After completing all this, He Yuzhu took a deep breath and quickly returned to his own side's position.

Because the enemy force had lost three Tanks right from the start and had also lost eight Mountain Cannons, their arrogant momentum was immediately suppressed, and they had already begun to pull back to reorganize their troops.

At this moment, Chang Hongying, who was on the hilltop, could finally no longer sit still, and she ordered her 500 men to clear the battlefield.

"All of you, stop right there!" He Yuzhu shouted loudly.

"You won't let me clear the battlefield, why?" Hongying walked over huffily to question him.