Chapter 299: The Infiltration of the Special Forces

As soon as He Yuzhu stepped out of the Military Camp, he felt a biting cold wind strike him. He tightened his collar and, treading through snow that reached above his knees, walked toward Nanshan.

He was not too worried about the defenses at Beishan—the area needing protection there was smaller, and with the layers of Landmines laid out, there shouldn't be any problems.

But Nanshan had hidden dangers; with the mountain slopes stretching for two or three miles, it was easy for special forces to infiltrate.

Even though He Yuzhu had received the munitions from a regimental-level supply base, he did not have enough Landmines to cover this three-mile-long defensive line.

He arrived at the bunker at the foot of Nanshan and saw Platoon Leader Wang Kuan huddled in the shelter with his soldiers, smoking.

He Yuzhu took a pack of cigarettes from his bosom and tossed it over: "You can smoke inside the bunker, but don't you dare smoke outside. The marksmanship of those special forces is nothing to joke about."

Wang Kuan caught the cigarettes, exhaled a puff of white mist, and said: "I understand. Company Commander He, do you think the American devils will really come tonight?"

"I'm no fortune teller. But it's better to believe they will than to assume they won't. Even if just one special forces soldier slips in, it's a major incident!" He Yuzhu said.

"But standing guard all night in this freezing weather, we'll surely turn into icicles," Wang Kuan complained, rubbing his frozen hands.

He Yuzhu understood him; it was freezing, and their clothes weren't thick, so he said: "You take half the men back to rest first. I'll take half to guard the first half of the night, and you all take the second half."

"How could I..."

"If a real fight breaks out, the entire Guard Regiment will rush over to support us; we won't be short on manpower."

After sending Wang Kuan off, He Yuzhu called the Deputy Platoon Leader Liu Xin to his side.

This young deputy platoon leader still had a look of childishness on his face, but his eyes were firm.

"You all stay in these two Dark Bunkers by the road; once you see the enemy, use the Machine Gun to seal off the road."

"Company Commander He, aren't you going to stay here and guard with us?" Liu Xin asked in confusion.

"I'm going up the mountain to get some air."

Liu Xin almost laughed out loud—with this bone-chilling north wind, people were trying to hide, yet someone actually wanted to go up the mountain to catch the wind?

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he darted toward the summit like a leopard; his figure rose and fell a few times in the snow before disappearing.

Liu Xin watched his retreating back and couldn't help but exclaim: "This kid is born to be a soldier; with this speed, even a tiger couldn't catch him."

The wind on the summit was even stronger, and the swirling snow particles scraped against his face like knives.

He Yuzhu raised his Telescope to scan the distance.

The snowfield under the moonlight was deathly silent; apart from the howling north wind, he could see no movement at all.

The bone-piercing cold wind soon became too much for him to bear, so he flashed into his space and activated the Scanning System to continue monitoring.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the system's alarm woke him up.

He quickly flashed out of the space and raised his Telescope to look into the distance; many silhouettes had appeared on the snow.

Perhaps they hadn't expected anyone to be on the summit, so they didn't hide their climbing movements.

They were all climbing with a point man going up first, tying a Rope to a rock, and throwing the Rope down, while the soldiers below grabbed the Rope and climbed up one by one.

He Yuzhu made a rough calculation; there were about a hundred people.

He Yuzhu didn't want to disturb their climb; he wanted to wait until they came up to deal with them.

After one wave of people came up, He Yuzhu moved his mind and pulled more than ten people into his space at once.

After he had taken over twenty people, the ones below suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A Squad Leader ran quickly to the side of the captain, Mike: "Boss, after the people from the First Team and Second Team went up the mountain, they didn't meet up with us. Did something happen?"

Mike frowned tightly and raised his night-vision Telescope to observe carefully, but he discovered nothing.

"Don't use these ropes anymore; disperse and assault," Mike said.

In an instant, these special forces soldiers scattered and climbed up the three- or four-mile-long steep slope, each relying on their own skills.

This method of theirs really left He Yuzhu with no choice.

After He Yuzhu hid in a snow hollow and took a few more people, the large group of American special forces had all come up.

"Damn it! How are there so many people missing!" Mike said.

A team leader said: "Could it be that they went ahead to scout the path?"

Mike glanced at his watch and said: "Time is almost up. Our Wild Wolf Task Force cannot lose to the Ghost Task Force and the Cobra Task Force. We will disperse and charge into the valley."

Immediately, this group of people scattered and charged down the mountain.

Suddenly, a series of explosions came from the direction of Beishan, and the firelight instantly turned half the sky red.

He Yuzhu took the opportunity to crawl out of the snow hollow, set up the M1918A2 Machine Gun, and began firing at the backs of this group, instantly taking down over a dozen men.

Mike never expected there to be someone behind them, so he ordered: "George, you take a team and eliminate the attacker on the mountain!"

The sound of gunfire alerted the Guard Regiment.

Regimental Commander He received the report and learned that there was fighting in both directions He Yuzhu had warned about; he couldn't help but admire the young man's foresight and immediately dispatched two companies to reinforce these two points of engagement.

At this moment, He Yuzhu was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the dozen or so men led by George. These American special forces were indeed well-trained; they coordinated with each other and moved quickly, wanting to surround and kill He Yuzhu.

Relying on the system, He Yuzhu could see their hiding spots clearly.

He began moving and shooting in the snow, his figure flickering like a ghost, and every shot claimed a life.

Before long, George and his dozen or so subordinates had all gone to meet God.

As for the seventy-plus men led by Mike, many stepped on Landmines as soon as they went down the mountain, and the sound of explosions followed one after another.

"Damn it! The Chinese army is truly cunning!" When Mike led his men out of the minefield, only fifty-plus people remained.

Worse was yet to come. Mike thought they were safe, but the moment he lifted his head, the two Heavy Machine Guns in the Dark Bunkers opened fire.

"Da-da-da..." The crisp sound of gunfire seemed particularly harsh in the silent night.

Half of Mike's task force fell instantly, and the remaining men didn't dare to linger, scattering as they ran back up the mountain.

Just at this moment, Regimental Commander He personally led over a hundred soldiers to arrive; they held their Submachine Guns and chased after the enemy without fear of death.

Soon, there were very few left of Mike's hundred-plus men.

He Yuzhu had long been waiting at the summit, and in one encounter, he shot and killed five more.

Mike and two trusted aides hid behind a rock, not daring to come out.

At the same time, the battle at Beishan was also raging intensely.

Half an hour ago, the person in charge of this route was David, captain of the Ghost Task Force, who was an expert rock climber.

He was the first to scale the cliff, throwing down ropes for his team members to climb up one after another.

"Tonight, we are going to wipe out this China stronghold without shedding a drop of blood," David said smugly, "I heard the rank here is very high; it might just be the supreme command post of the China military."

A Squad Leader flattered him, "If this operation is a success, you will definitely be promoted to Colonel."

By the time all hundred-plus men had climbed to the mountaintop and were preparing to descend, several dozen of them stepped on Landmines.

"Scatter, all of you, charge forward!" David shouted.

Before the sounds of the explosions had faded, the Machine Guns in the woods also rang out.

The Ghost Task Force was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

"David, let's retreat! The enemy has an ambush!" a Squad Leader shouted.

"No! We've prepared for so long; going back empty-handed means being executed by firing squad!" David gritted his teeth and led the remaining men to charge toward the woods.

But they soon encountered a second wave of strikes—this time, it was Cluster Grenades hanging in the trees.

Shrapnel from the mid-air explosions poured down like raindrops, and David's team lost another twenty-plus men.

Despite the heavy losses, the individual quality of these United States special forces soldiers was indeed outstanding.

In the jungle warfare, the soldiers of the Guard Regiment soon found themselves at a disadvantage, and before long, more than twenty men were killed or wounded.