"Old Yang, suppress the rocket launcher operator!" Chang Yin shouted to machine gunner Yang Dayong. Yang Dayong operated the rotating turret of the Type 58 twin-mounted machine gun, and a dense rain of bullets instantly turned the rocket launcher operator into a sieve.

"Battalion Commander, that's awesome! Haha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more American soldiers poured out of the tunnel. Chang Yin noticed that they were carrying C4 plastic explosives on their waists, which were highly efficient explosives specifically designed to destroy fortifications.

Chang Yin, his eyes deep and unwavering, commanded calmly, "All personnel, retreat to the tunnels!"

Chang Yin led his soldiers in a fighting retreat. The narrow tunnel was filled with smoke and the stench of blood, and the shouts of American soldiers grew ever closer.

Chang Yin suddenly noticed a faint light ahead. It turned out that the US military advisor was directing the reinforcements to set up defenses. He took out two grenades, bit off the safety, and in the flash of the explosion, he saw the US military advisor calling for air support on a walkie-talkie.

Just then, Chang Yin felt a gust of wind on his back. He quickly turned around and grabbed an arm holding a dagger. A U.S. soldier lunged at him from the side and behind, the MM3 dagger almost piercing deep into his bulletproof vest.

He slammed the butt of his rifle into the soldier's temple, seized the MU1911 pistol from his hand, and blew the American soldier's head off. He then fired several shots to eliminate the enemies in the tunnel.

The battle lasted for three hours. By the time Chang Yin led the remaining seven soldiers out of the tunnel, the sky was already beginning to lighten in the east.

He leaned against a rubber tree that had been leveled by artillery fire, looking at the still-burning outpost of the Border Yue Kingdom in the distance, the unique silence of the battlefield echoing in his ears.

When the correspondent, Xiao Liu, handed him a water bottle, Chang Yin realized that his right arm had been torn to shrapnel and was now a bloody mess.

"Battalion Commander, a telegram from division headquarters," Xiao Liu wiped the rain and blood from his face, "Commander Chen has instructed us to capture Hill 3 within three days to open a passage for the main force."

Chang Yin gazed at the gradually clearing sky, where the roar of US BB-52 bombers could be heard.

Chang Yin took out a hastily drawn, rudimentary map from his pocket and carefully examined the terrain around Hill 3, considering how to take it. At the same time, he wondered, if the little girl were here, would their battle be so difficult?

Unconsciously, Chang Yin's lips curled slightly. Even if the little girl came, she couldn't use her spiritual power. He figured the battle wouldn't change much. Sigh, the little girl is still too young; she shouldn't come. It's too dangerous here.

Children should be protected.