"Everyone, quickly spread out and use the broken walls and ruins as cover! The young and strong, follow me to flank and ambush their machine gunners from both sides!" Under Tang Yue's command, the civilians split into small groups and moved nimbly among the ruins.

Despite the bravery and fearlessness of the people of Bianyue, casualties were steadily increasing in the face of overwhelming American firepower. An American soldier kicked aside the corpse of a civilian in front of him and sneered, "Is that all you've got? You thought you could resist?"

Just as he was feeling smug, a young man from the border country, wielding a large sword, rushed out from the side and slashed him hard. "Ah!" The American soldier screamed and fell to the ground.

Enraged by the sight of wounded soldiers, Williams yelled, "Increase the firepower! Kill them all!" The American attack intensified, filling the camp with smoke and the pungent smell of blood.

Tang Yue took a deep breath, observing that the American troops had become disorganized due to their rapid advance. Tang Yue gestured again, and Sun Jinan continued, while Qingzhuang continued to command: "Their formation is broken, now is the perfect time to counterattack! Everyone, charge with me!"

The people seemed to be infused with strength, shouting as they charged towards the American troops. They raised their homemade rifles and fired shot after shot at the American soldiers.

The once-orderly formation of the American troops crumbled instantly under the onslaught of the civilians. Those soldiers, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now wore expressions of terror.

They tried to regroup their firepower, but were held back by the civilians. Just as the machine gunner was about to adjust his gun, he was tackled to the ground by several civilians wielding spears, the sharp spearheads piercing his body.

Williams, his face ashen, stared at the chaotic battle and roared frantically, "Stay calm! Stay calm!"

He raised his rifle and kept firing, but the crowds surging in from all directions made it difficult for him to keep up.

An old man from the border country seized the opportunity, brandishing a sickle and charging forward. Williams dodged to the side, but was grabbed from behind by another civilian, and the old man slashed his throat with the sickle.

The battle reached its climax, with American soldiers falling one after another, their blood staining the camp grounds crimson. Some American soldiers attempted to surrender, raising their hands and shouting, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

But the people turned a deaf ear. They could not forget the brutal atrocities committed by the American army, nor could they forget the sight of their compatriots lying in pools of blood. Without pausing for a moment, they rushed forward and killed them.