Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

Cheng Hao didn't have much time to reminisce about the past. In the afternoon, just as the sun passed overhead, US troops arrived at the position where Cheng Hao was stationed.

This is the last line of defense of the 702nd Regiment. There is no way to retreat and the only option is to fight to the death.

"call out!"

Along with the familiar sounds in the sky, artillery shells rained down on the battlefield like raindrops, and the dust flew everywhere, creating a mess.

After the shelling ended, the US troops advanced in large numbers. When they cautiously approached the position, they found that there was no one in front of them, as if all the volunteer soldiers had been taken away directly by the explosion.

After several days of fierce fighting, the U.S. military was exhausted and the will of many soldiers was almost collapsed. Now that they had arrived at the last position, they could not help but underestimate the enemy.

Many American soldiers relaxed a little, with a faint smile on their faces, as if celebrating the upcoming victory.

However, when the US vanguard approached within 50 meters of the position, the soil on the ground suddenly shook. Then the volunteer soldiers who had been waiting for a long time and were ready to go took off their camouflage and opened fire at the invading enemy forces with all their might.

Faced with the sudden firepower, the US military troops were unable to react in time and suffered heavy casualties.

Dense grenades drew graceful arcs in the air and landed among the American troops, blowing them to pieces.

After a wave of offensive was thwarted, the US military had to temporarily withdraw and rotate.

"Pooh!"

Inside the position, Cheng Hao, who was covered in dust, spat out the dust and saliva in his mouth, looked at the retreating American soldiers with a sneer, then turned to look at the surviving squad leader Hao and He Yuzhu, and said, "The US military is really unoriginal. Every time they bombard with artillery first, then charge with heavy troops. Don't think you can easily defeat us with these means alone."

In this critical moment, Cheng Hao did not forget to boost morale. He knew very well that the remnants of the 702nd Regiment could fight tenaciously until now, all because they were holding on with one breath. Once this breath was lost, the battle would be impossible.

"Brother Hao is right. If he wants to swallow us, he'll have to break some of his teeth."

As He Yuzhu spoke, he kept unscrewing the cap of the grenade, preparing for the next round of battle. He was not a very good shooter, so he was mainly responsible for throwing grenades to provide fire support.

The arm swinging the big spoon had strong explosive power, and He Yuzhu threw the grenade accurately and far, killing several American soldiers just now.

When He Yuzhu came up, he was ready to fight the enemy to the death. Killing one would cover his losses, and killing two would be a huge profit. If he could kill a few enemies, he would die without regrets.

He Yuzhu was in a good mood and was busy with his hands, and he didn't notice that the number of grenades around him was increasing.

There were clearly only ten grenades around him just now, but after throwing out a few, there were still more than ten left, as if grenades were growing out of the ground.

Of course, grenades cannot grow on the ground. All these weapons were secretly moved out of the space by Cheng Hao.

The last time Cheng Hao carried out the encirclement mission, he captured hundreds of enemy soldiers. At that time, before the friendly forces arrived, Cheng Hao lost a lot of weapons and ammunition. Now that it was time to risk his life, Cheng Hao didn't care about the risk of being exposed, and took out all his hidden assets.

During the pause in the US offensive, Cheng Hao inspected along the front-line positions. Wherever he passed, the soldiers miraculously discovered that there were suddenly a lot more things around them.

However, the war was urgent and they had no time to think before the U.S. military attacked again.

The volunteer soldiers on the position picked up all the weapons they could use and began to fight back with all their might.

Cheng Hao was stationed in the center of the front-line position, firing continuously with a submachine gun in his hand. With the bonus of extremely high physical fitness, the submachine gun seemed to have turned into a sniper rifle, and every bullet landed accurately on the enemy with almost no misses.

Cheng Hao alone killed hundreds of enemies in just one hour, dealing a heavy blow to the US military.

In the afternoon, the second wave of the US offensive failed, and the three encircled battalions retreated to rest. When counting the casualties, the US commander flew into a rage, pointing at his men and yelling, "Damn it, damn it, how could there be so many casualties? From this morning till now, the casualties have been close to the sum of the previous two days. Who can tell me what is going on?"

Logically speaking, the volunteer army troops at hand had been beaten to the point where they could no longer maintain their organization, and today's battle should have ended easily.

Who would have thought that the beating would turn out to be so tragic? It was like throwing the lives of American soldiers into a meat grinder.

"Report to the commander, the enemy's resistance is extremely tenacious, and the soldiers are very tired after days of fighting. I suggest slowing down the offensive and waiting until tomorrow to fight again."

When the officers below are defending themselves, be careful in giving advice.

It was not because of ineffective front-line command, but because the entire army was exhausted and its combat effectiveness declined, which led to the heavy losses.

"tomorrow?!"

The American commander was furious and shouted through gnashing teeth: "You should know what our purpose this time is. Time is running out. We must capture Cheorwon as soon as possible. We can't wait any longer!"

The officers around them all lowered their heads and remained silent. In fact, they all knew that the so-called plan had already failed. Most of the Volunteer Army had successfully escaped at this time, and they could not achieve their strategic goal even if they captured Cheorwon.

Maintaining the offensive and continuing to fight the Volunteer Army is simply because the higher-ups are unwilling to admit defeat.

It would be strange for them to be happy when their superiors force them, the low-level soldiers and officers, to shed blood and sacrifice their lives unwillingly.

"Don't stop, keep attacking. This unit doesn't have many soldiers left. If we intensify our offensive, we will soon be able to break through their position. Move now!"

Following the US military commander's strong order, the troops below had to move no matter how reluctant they were.

With more than two hours left before sunset, the US military launched another offensive.

"Hold on, hold on! The American troops are almost at their limit. If we hold on until dark, they will definitely not dare to fight at night!"

After a series of fierce battles, Cheng Hao could clearly feel that the US offensive was slowing down. It seemed that they were also at the end of their strength and could not hold out for too long. As long as they could hold out until dark, maybe they would have a chance to survive.

At this point in the battle, those who are still alive are basically numb. Everyone has put life and death behind their minds and only concentrates on operating their weapons, mechanically loading the guns and pulling the triggers, doing their best to kill the enemies approaching outside the position.

The U.S. military's combat effectiveness and fighting will both declined, and as expected, it soon showed signs of decline.

If they continue like this, they will soon be repelled.

However, at this moment, Cheng Hao, who was concentrating on the front battlefield, did not notice that something was approaching rapidly in the sky.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

"hidden!"

With Cheng Hao's shout, the US artillery shells fell mercilessly on the position.

Not only the volunteer soldiers in the position, but also the American soldiers who were attacking were confused.

They were still at the front line, why did the rear launch an artillery attack? They were so close, they would definitely be affected.

Before they could think any more, the ruthless explosions nearby ruthlessly tore apart the American soldiers who were still standing there and the volunteer soldiers in the trenches.