"This can't go on any longer, we have to find a way to break through!" Yang Shengjun gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

He surveyed the battlefield, searching for an opportunity to break out, but the encirclement by the American forces was getting smaller and smaller, and their situation was becoming increasingly difficult.

The soldiers' faces were filled with exhaustion and despair, but their eyes still burned with an indomitable fighting spirit. Even if they died, they would hold this line of defense firmly.

Just then, the radio in the communications vehicle received a message. The soldier guarding the radio felt a chill run down his spine. Listening to the rhythmic tapping, the young soldier was filled with excitement.

"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander, we have news!"

Yang Shengjun couldn't care less about anything else; he needed to find out where the reinforcements were. Once in the vehicle, he recognized the familiar method of communication and immediately replied.

But the more Yang Shengjun listened, the faster his expression changed; after a few more minutes, his face was almost contorted. Was Tang Yue leading 2,500 able-bodied men from Shanhe County chasing after the American army in their direction?

The US troops were chased and fled in all directions.

They're telling them to send four tank drivers to wait on the outskirts? What is Tang Yue trying to do? Besides, she's just a little girl; why isn't she staying put on South Island? Even if she's good at fighting, she's still just a child, okay?

Who on earth was so heartless as to send a young girl to the battlefield? Although they had some disagreements before, those were all internal organization issues. Now that the girl is on the battlefield, Yang Shengjun is really worried.

However, he knew this girl was a bit strange. Yang Shengjun didn't know if the people she brought could be used as reinforcements. Oh well, things were already like this on their end, so they might as well do as the girl said.

Yang Shengjun immediately arranged for eight men who could drive tanks to move gradually towards the outer perimeter. At the same time, he instructed their men to retreat further away from the American side.

Tang Yue felt somewhat relieved after contacting the Chinese military, but the situation with Battalion Commander Yang was not good. They were now caught in a pincer movement.

Tang Yue sat on a specially made recliner, carried by strong young men at high speed, her eyes fixed on the fleeing American soldiers ahead.

When she judged that the time was right and she was not far from the battle between Yang Shengjun's troops and the main force of the US army, her eyes suddenly sharpened, and with a thought, several US tanks that had disappeared earlier suddenly appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield.

At this moment, the eight tank-driving soldiers arranged by Yang Shengjun were already waiting there. When they saw the tank suddenly appear, they were shocked, but their years of combat experience made them react quickly and rush towards the tank without hesitation.

At Tang Yue's signal, the able-bodied men of Shanhe County quickly made way for the soldiers. But some still didn't understand why and asked, "County Chief, what does this mean?"