Chapter 303: Closing the Gate to Beat the Dog

After He Yuzhu led the troops back to the base, he immediately convened a combat meeting.

Pointing at the rough sketch he had drawn on the ground, he said, "Don't look at our base as small; it has dozens of caves and Dark Bunkers. We must make good use of these places."

Deputy Battalion Commander Wang Ping said somewhat anxiously, "Battalion Commander He, we don't have much time left. If you have any instructions, say them quickly!"

"Alright!" He Yuzhu looked around at everyone. "My meaning is, except for the Firepower Platoon, Infantry Platoon, and Tank Platoon, everyone else will break into small units, using squads and platoons as the base unit to hold these Dark Bunkers. In the event that the battle ahead of us goes poorly, you are the final force. We must turn the entire mountain into a giant hedgehog..."

Zhang Guowei said worriedly, "Battalion Commander, I'm afraid the enemy will concentrate their superior forces to defeat us one by one..."

"By that time, there will be nothing I can do..." He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"Battalion Commander, our Anti-Aircraft Artillery Company doesn't want to be cowards; we want to participate in the front-line combat!" Sun Tao requested to fight, unconvinced.

"No! You are the reserve force!" He Yuzhu refused decisively.

He was not willing to waste these technical troops on infantry combat.

After a vote, He Yuzhu's combat plan received everyone's support.

The group then dispersed the meeting and went to arrange their respective tasks.

Sun Tao still wanted to argue with He Yuzhu, but was kicked to the ground by him. "If you don't obey orders, I'll dismiss you after the battle."

He Yuzhu personally led Ershuan's Logistics Platoon and the Guard Platoon to sneak to the base entrance to plant Landmines.

Just after finishing, he wanted to have Ershuan and the few black brothers retreat back to the base.

Who would have thought that the five men led by Martin would refuse to leave no matter what.

Martin stuck out his neck and insisted in Chinese with an accent, "Battalion Commander, we are the Guard Platoon! Protecting you is our duty!"

No matter what He Yuzhu said, the few of them just wouldn't leave. He had no choice but to wave his hand: "Then follow me!"

The few of them climbed to a cave on the mountaintop, and He Yuzhu took out his Telescope to observe the distance.

The view here was excellent, and he could take in everything within a dozen miles.

About half an hour later, black smoke filled the sky in the distance, and a mechanized unit came winding forward.

Leading the way were ten Patton Medium Tanks, followed by soldiers. Each of them was breathing out white mist from their mouths, running forward desperately. Further back was a convoy composed of more than twenty trucks.

Martin took He Yuzhu's Telescope and looked for a long time, then said, "Battalion Commander, I don't think their attire looks like regular US Military; they are wearing green berets... I reckon it's that 41st Independent Commando of the British."

"Green hats?" He Yuzhu almost laughed out loud upon hearing this.

He knew a thing or two about the "glorious history" of British soldiers on the battlefield—during World War II in Myanmar, they were beaten by the Japanese army until they lost their helmets and armor, and they even sabotaged the Expeditionary Force.

Compared to British politicians in terms of bad intentions, most countries couldn't compete. Just look at the mines they planted after withdrawing from their colonies, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the world's troublemakers. But when it came to fighting, their soldiers really didn't seem to be up to the task; they were definitely the representatives of "never losing in words, but never winning in action."

"Since they are British soldiers, let's use them for practice!" He Yuzhu's thoughts raced, and he instantly changed his combat plan.

He led the five black brothers and ran back to the base.

As soon as they reached the base entrance, the few black brothers couldn't run anymore and lay on the ground to rest one after another.

He Yuzhu took out his Walkie-talkie and quickly adjusted the combat deployment.

He ordered the Tank Company to drive the tanks out and aim them at the mountain pass; he also arranged the men from Sun Tao's Anti-Aircraft Artillery Company into the bunkers on the hillside.

He decided to use concentrated firepower to give these British people a show of force.

He Yuzhu observed for a while on the mountaintop, saw that the enemy troops were about to enter the mountain pass, and then entered the bunker for a final check.

He saw that the soldiers using the Bazooka for the first time were all very excited, their eyes shining.

Under the instructions of the veterans, they completed the final checks before firing step by step.

At the entrance of the valley, the ten Patton Tanks had just driven in when they hit Anti-tank Mines.

"Boom, boom!" With two loud bangs, the two leading tanks were instantly blown into scrap metal, and the infantry beside them also fell in a row.

Drysdale cursed furiously over the Walkie-talkie: "Son of a bitch, no brains, driving tanks up the mountain, walk along the hillside!"

The remaining eight tanks stepped on the gas and drove up the mountain, emitting black smoke.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Three more tanks triggered Trick Mines while trying to knock over large rocks blocking the way.

"Trash! What a bunch of fucking trash! Line up and charge for me!" Drysdale jumped off his Jeep, stood in the middle of the road, and roared while waving his arms.

He was completely unaware that he had become a target for death.

The crosshairs of He Yuzhu's sniper scope had long since steadily locked onto his head.

"Bang!" The crisp gunshot was particularly piercing in the valley.

Drysdale's voice stopped abruptly, a blood hole burst open on his forehead, his body fell heavily, and blood spread into a striking scarlet on the snow.

"Fire!" Almost at the same time as the gunshot, He Yuzhu roared into the Walkie-talkie.

"Boom, boom, boom—!" Twenty-three Rockets dragged tail flames, whistling out from Dark Bunkers in different directions, precisely slamming into the remaining five Patton Tanks.

The steel beasts exploded one after another, rising into balls of fire.

Some even smashed into trucks and soldiers along the mountain due to inertia. The entire valley instantly turned into purgatory.

In the blink of an eye, the tanks were completely wiped out, and one-third of the soldiers were killed or wounded.

John, who served as the deputy commander, was not sad, but rather ecstatic.

He had coveted the command for a long time, and today the opportunity for him to show his worth had finally arrived.

He immediately drew his sidearm and shouted hoarsely: "No retreating! Whoever dares to retreat, whoever retreats, will be dealt with by military law! They don't have many people, charge up for me and take the Dark Bunkers!"

The retreating soldiers were forced by the supervisory team and had no choice but to bite the bullet, spread out their formation, and charge up the mountain.

However, the fifteen Heavy Machine Guns and thirty Light Machine Guns in the Dark Bunkers spat out tongues of fire simultaneously, weaving a dense, inescapable net of death.

Bullets poured down like splashing water, and the more than one hundred British soldiers who charged up fell in swathes like harvested wheat.

"Heavy Machine Guns provide cover! Mortars! Knock out those Dark Bunkers for me!" John ordered with red eyes.

"Whew—whew—whew!" Mortar shells carried shrill shrieks as they landed around the Dark Bunkers, shrapnel flying everywhere.

At one machine gun embrasure, the gunner was shot in the head; the assistant gunner pushed aside his comrade's remains without hesitation and took over the position to continue firing.

The gun barrel was beaten red-hot, and the loader immediately poured water on it to cool it down, the hissing white smoke mixing with the gunpowder smoke and filling the air.

Watching his comrades fall one after another, the corners of He Yuzhu's eyes almost split, and he roared into the Walkie-talkie: "Tank Company! Don't hide anymore! Blow their artillery to hell for me!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The five Tanks lying in ambush in the rear finally let out a roar, their muzzles spitting flames.

The precise artillery bombardment instantly blew more than half of the British Army's Mortar positions into the sky.

He Yuzhu, meanwhile, held his Sniper Rifle, calmly picking off the enemy's gunners and Machine Gun operators.

The British Army's second wave of the charge was once again fiercely beaten back.

John took a headcount and discovered that fewer than five hundred soldiers were still fit for combat; he fell into a complete frenzy.

At this moment, he spotted the Volunteer Army's Tanks appearing and hurriedly shouted, "Rocket Launcher! Their Tanks are out, take them down for me!"

A British Army soldier hoisted a Bazooka Rocket Launcher and aimed it at the Volunteer Army's Tank.