Chapter 291

He Yuzhu put on a white outer garment; as he ran through the snow, he looked just like a snowdrift swept up by the wind.

He quickly climbed to a mountain peak that was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

He Yuzhu moved slowly, searching for the person who had launched the fanatical attack strategy.

He searched for a long time before discovering an officer in the middle of the formation, roaring at the top of his lungs: "Third Battalion, push up! Even if it means fighting until only one man is left, you must take that position for me!"

"Finally found you!" He Yuzhu centered the crosshairs of his scope on this person.

"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out.

Fresh blood sprayed instantly from Colonel Clark's chest; his hands slowly dropped, and he fell down, filled with deep resentment.

In an instant, the army fell into chaos.

A short, stout officer stepped out and shouted: "I am Colonel Daniel; the troops are now under my command."

A messenger ran quickly to Daniel's side and reported urgently: "Colonel, this Chinese unit has very advanced weapons, and the frontline infantry has suffered heavy casualties! Dozens of destroyed tanks are blocking the road, and our heavy weapons cannot get up..."

Daniel pondered for a moment and said in a firm tone: "The life of every one of our soldiers is precious; we cannot sacrifice them in vain. Order the frontline infantry to retreat immediately. We must first clear the road and bring up the tanks and artillery to deal with these Chinese."

"Yes, Colonel!" The messenger hurriedly relayed the order via telephone.

On the mountain peak, He Yuzhu's index finger, which had been hooked on the trigger, slowly relaxed.

He thought to himself: "Better to leave this officer alive! He is easier to deal with than the madman from before."

However, He Yuzhu knew clearly that keeping him alive would only solve an immediate crisis; once his three positions were subjected to a combined attack by tanks and howitzers, they would be razed to the ground in less than half an hour.

Time passed slowly, and the battlefield temporarily returned to calm; many engineers were using various methods to drag away the destroyed tanks.

Four M101 105mm howitzers were also pulled up one after another.

"Must not let them succeed; these guns must be destroyed!" He Yuzhu calculated to himself.

But relying solely on throwing explosive packs himself might only destroy one or two; it still wouldn't be enough to clear the entire artillery position.

He Yuzhu was waiting for an opportunity—the moment the soldiers brought up the shells.

Half an hour later, soldiers indeed arrived carrying crates of shells.

Because the space was narrow, the four guns occupied most of the area, and the shells were piled up in the center.

He Yuzhu knew the opportunity he was waiting for had arrived.

Using a large rock on the mountain peak as cover, he quietly approached the shell storage point.

He Yuzhu took several bundles of Yellow Explosive from his space, attached the Detonator, and threw them down the cliff with a fierce heave.

The soldiers who were moving the shells saw a large package suddenly fall from the sky and were so frightened that they scattered and fled.

"Run! There's a bomb!" one soldier shouted in terror.

He Yuzhu, on the mountain peak, immediately pressed the Remote Control Button.

"Boom!" A loud explosion echoed.

The four howitzers were instantly blown into mid-air, and the ammunition crates followed with a chain reaction of explosions; this carefully arranged artillery position was thus wiped out.

After destroying the artillery position, He Yuzhu did not stop; he quickly moved toward the engineers clearing the road.

His explosive packs were thrown down continuously, like flowers scattered by a goddess.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The continuous explosions left dozens of engineers blown to pieces in an instant.

"Retreat! Snipers, eliminate the enemy on the mountain!" Daniel shouted at the messenger.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Bullets flew wildly over He Yuzhu's head.

He Yuzhu quickly hid on the reverse slope of the mountain, so naturally, no bullets could hit him.

However, his path was not easy to traverse; the hillside was covered with trees and thorns, his clothes were constantly being torn, and his body was covered in bloody gashes, but he did not stop for a moment, enduring the pain as he kept running forward.

After running for about five miles, He Yuzhu finally saw a small valley where dozens of vehicles of all sizes were parked.

There were food trucks emitting appetizing aromas, as well as rows of ammunition trucks, communication trucks, and medical trucks—everything one could expect. He couldn't help but sigh: "The US Military is truly wealthy; it seems the rumors online about them air-dropping iced cola and beer might be true. Compared to the conditions of the Volunteer Army, this is truly a world of difference!"

He understood completely that the US Military at this time was relying entirely on their equipment and didn't really have much fighting spirit.

He Yuzhu stopped sighing, turned and entered his space, changed into a US Military second lieutenant's uniform, and smeared some mud and charcoal on his face; even an acquaintance would find it hard to recognize him.

He found a secluded corner, tied a Rope to a rock, slid quickly down the mountain along the rope, and then hid the rope—this was his retreat path for the return journey.

Because this was also a field hospital, wounded soldiers were coming and going from time to time, and no one would pay attention to a wounded soldier covered in blood and limping.

He Yuzhu slowly approached the ammunition trucks and supply transport vehicles, directly collecting the ammunition and food inside into his space all at once.

After collecting the contents of several trucks in a row, he was finally discovered.

A burly white man raised his gun and stopped him: "Which unit are you from? Why are you here?"

He Yuzhu had already inquired about the detailed organization of the First Cavalry Division from Martin, and with his fluent English, his answer gave the burly white man no room to find fault.

The burly man tucked his gun into his waist and curled his lip sheepishly.

He Yuzhu had no intention of letting him go; he slowly moved toward the burly white man.

To avoid suspicion, he smiled and said: "Brother, got a smoke?"

Seeing that he was an Asian, the burly white man showed a look of disdain on his face, but seeing him limping, he still reluctantly took a cigarette from his pocket and tossed it over.

The moment He Yuzhu caught the cigarette, his mind stirred, and he directly collected the burly white man into his space.

In less than ten minutes, the supplies of the entire logistics base had been collected clean, and many of the soldiers responsible for guarding it had also been collected inside; the base suddenly became more than half empty.

He did not disturb the wounded soldiers' tents—in wartime, the more wounded enemy soldiers there were, the weaker the combat effectiveness; it was better to leave them be.

Just then, a team of soldiers drove up to transport ammunition.

He Yuzhu casually placed the remote-controlled bombs into those ammunition trucks, then acted as if nothing had happened and went to the side of the mountain to urinate, but in reality, he climbed back to the mountain peak along the rope.

Just as he climbed up the mountain, he saw the soldiers taking the ammunition approaching the trucks, and he pressed the Remote Control Button without mercy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The logistics base instantly turned into a sea of fire.

"The logistics base is under attack!" the truck driver transporting the ammunition shouted while driving, and the panic spread rapidly through this Infantry Regiment.

He Yuzhu rushed back with all his might; after returning to the vicinity of the mountain pass, he changed his clothes and leaped down from the mountain peak on his Snow Sled, reaching the first line of defense—the Tank position—in less than five minutes.

The miserable state of the Tank position made He Yuzhu gasp; the position was covered in dense shell craters and corpses that no longer looked human, and one could imagine what a tragic battle had taken place here.

The 10 Tanks on his own front line had already been blown beyond recognition.

After seeing this, tears flowed involuntarily from He Yuzhu's eyes, "I still came back too late."