Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

The muzzle of the submachine gun spewed out angry flames, reaping the lives of American soldiers like cutting grass and vegetables.

Exhausted and demoralized, the American soldiers, with their formation broken, were unable to withstand the attack of the Volunteer Army and could only flee south without any weapons or armor.

Cheng Hao would not miss such a good opportunity to strike hard at a fallen enemy. Without waiting for his comrades in the rear to catch up, he rushed forward alone, leading the defeated American soldiers to kill them.

The speed several times faster than that of an ordinary person showed a strong dominance at this time. Any enemy that Cheng Hao stared at had almost no chance of escaping. Not only could they not escape, they couldn't even surrender.

Cheng Hao, who is blood-thirsty, will not give the enemy a chance to raise the white flag. He wants to annihilate all the enemies in front of him!

Cheng Hao was killing with great enthusiasm when the sound of heavy artillery bombardment was heard again from the south of the encirclement.

The purpose of this round of shelling was to take advantage of the setback of the Volunteer Army's offensive and force a gap in the encirclement to allow the remaining US troops to retreat.

Thinking that the remaining enemies were about to escape, Cheng Hao didn't care about defense. He just threw the American corpse in his hand to the ground, took several magazines from the waist of the corpse and reloaded them, and then chased the defeated army at the fastest speed.

When he ran to the southern position of the US military, Cheng Hao encountered the majority of the remnants of the US military. He was fiercely counterattacked by the enemy as soon as he fired a volley of bullets.

Dozens of enemy soldiers fired in an orderly manner to suppress Cheng Hao. Faced with such intensive firepower, Cheng Hao could only temporarily hide in the trenches to avoid the attack.

Most of the American troops in this battalion have been killed or wounded, with only the last platoon left.

However, their command system had not completely failed, and after recovering from the shock of their position being breached, they were still able to organize an effective counterattack.

Not long after Cheng Hao hid in the trench, several grenades rolled next to him.

There was a dense network of enemy fire overhead, and Cheng Hao couldn't move his arms and legs in the narrow trench. He couldn't throw the grenade back, so he could only flee in a panic to avoid the explosion.

"Cough, cough..."

The smoke in the trench made Cheng Hao cough violently, his eyes hurt and his vision became blurred.

Fortunately, the U.S. troops were in a hurry to retreat and did not surround and kill Cheng Hao, otherwise Cheng Hao would have died.

Cheng Hao's life-threatening pursuit was not in vain, as the remaining American soldiers wasted precious evacuation time trying to get rid of him.

By the time Cheng Hao adjusted his condition and stuck his head out again, the follow-up troops of the Volunteer Army arrived and held the enemy tightly.

"Platoon Leader, are you okay?"

The familiar voice comforted Cheng Hao a little. Some of the people from the 7th Company were still alive. This time he didn't have to be a commander without troops.

With the help of his subordinates, Cheng Hao stood up tremblingly and ordered while panting: "Zheng Jie, don't worry about me, chase them quickly, don't let them get away!"

"Yes, platoon leader, you take a rest first, I'll be there soon!"

Zheng Jie nodded and immediately followed the pursuing team.

Cheng Hao supported his knees with his hands, took a few deep breaths, and sat on the ground to rest for a while.

The previous battle consumed a lot of physical strength, and Cheng Hao was also injured by the aftermath of the grenade explosion, so he didn't have the strength to continue the pursuit in the short term. It was up to his comrades to do what was needed next.

With the super recovery function running, the injuries in Cheng Hao's body began to recover rapidly. During his break, Cheng Hao opened the system panel to check.

[Host: Cheng Hao]

[Strength: 9.6] (The average value for adult males is 5, the limit is 25)

【Speed: 17.1】

【Intelligence: 11.6】

[Endurance: 9.6]

[Skills: 10.6]

【Lucky: 9.6】

[Ability: Dark Vision, Super Recovery]

[Allocated attribute points: 6]

【Super lottery ticket: 2】

Cheng Hao chased and killed more than a dozen enemies, including several with official positions, and dropped a lot of gold coins.

With a thought in his mind, Cheng Hao did not add points to speed this time, but allocated all attribute points to endurance.

In the past, it was just fast, but after a few waves of outbursts, it lost its strength.

Now that his endurance has been improved, Cheng Hao is fast and persistent, and his combat power has increased dramatically.

The corners of Cheng Hao's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he used up the two lottery tickets.

[Ability Acquired - Super Burst (All attributes increased by 20%, lasts for 5 seconds, cooldown for one hour)]

[Obtain three primary healing potions! (For the host's personal use only)]

The super burst can only last for a short 5 seconds, but Cheng Hao doesn't feel it is useless at all. This ability is simply too useful.

When fighting desperately on the battlefield, life and death are decided in a split second. Let alone five seconds, even one second of improvement in all attributes is precious.

【Use primary healing potion. 】

The war was not over yet, Cheng Hao ignored the delay and immediately applied the medicine to himself.

Instantly a warm current spread throughout his body, and Cheng Hao's injuries were completely healed within a few seconds.

Cheng Hao felt that he was full of strength again. He picked up his weapon, stood up quickly, and joined the team chasing the US troops.

Speeding up to the limit, Cheng Hao quickly overtook his comrades and arrived at the front line. What came into view were American soldiers fleeing from the gap and more than a dozen bodies of soldiers from both sides.

Cheng Hao just glanced at it lightly, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

Among the bodies lying on the ground was Zheng Jie, who had just been separated.

Zheng Jie's chest was wet and red, obviously he had been shot many times, and his wide-open eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger.

Cheng Hao felt sad, a pain completely different from any he had ever felt before.

If Cheng Hao had not ordered the young man to chase the enemy, perhaps he would not have died. The deep sense of guilt made Cheng Hao feel very uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than being injured himself.

"Damn bastards, I'll kill you!"

Cheng Hao's sadness and regret only lasted for a few breaths. He quickly adjusted his state and continued to chase the fleeing American troops.

Life and death on the battlefield are determined by fate. Cheng Hao did nothing wrong. His orders were correct. He could only blame the enemy. He wanted to use the enemy's blood to pay tribute to the souls of his comrades in heaven!

Cheng Hao was just about to catch up with the enemy when a wave of shells suddenly landed on the position. Amid the deafening explosion, many volunteer soldiers had no time to dodge and were blown to pieces.

"Damn it!"

Cheng Hao roared helplessly and hurriedly looked for cover.

It has to be said that the U.S. military is indeed very powerful, and its artillery units are among the best in the world. It is amazing that they dared to launch artillery fire to cover the retreat of the remaining troops when the enemy and us were so close.

When the shelling stopped, Cheng Hao stood up and shook off the dust on his clothes. Without waiting for his teammates in the rear to recover, he launched another pursuit alone.

On the east side of the encirclement, in the 82nd Division's front-line command post, a group of commanders beat their chests and stamped their feet, unable to hide their disappointment after receiving the battle report from the front line.

The entire division surrounded a battalion of US troops and attacked for days, suffering thousands of casualties, but failed to completely wipe out the enemy.

The American battalion commander finally broke through the encirclement with more than 20 remaining soldiers and escaped successfully.