Meanwhile, Lu Ye led about twenty Chinese soldiers, making their way through the base with difficulty. In the dimly lit corridor, the emergency lights flickered intermittently, their unsettling light sending chills down their spines.

They searched through the intricate passageways and finally found several U.S. military officers at the entrance of a conference room.

Through the crack in the door, they could see the officers sitting around the conference table, engaged in a heated discussion. Lu Ye gave his team a signal to attack, and they gripped their weapons, kicked the door open, and rushed inside.

The U.S. officers were stunned by the sudden attack. Before they could even pick up their weapons to fight back, bullets from the Chinese soldiers were already whistling through the air.

Gunfire erupted in the conference room, filling the air with smoke. An officer attempted to escape through a window, but Lu Ye reacted swiftly, raising his hand and shooting him in the thigh.

The officer screamed and fell to the ground. Lu Ye rushed forward, pressed a gun against his head, and ended his life.

However, just when they thought they had succeeded, an unexpected incident occurred. Suddenly, rapid footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a group of American soldiers rushing in with guns at their ready.

"Damn it! Reinforcements arrived so quickly; it seems the chaos was just an illusion!" Lu Ye cursed, quickly seeking cover. Bullets rained down, leaving numerous holes in the walls. A Chinese soldier, unable to dodge in time, was struck in the shoulder, blood instantly staining his uniform.

Lu Ye ordered his men to counterattack, but the enemy's firepower was too intense, and they were suppressed and unable to raise their heads. To make matters worse, there was movement from the rear, and another group of American soldiers were flanking them from the side.

The situation became extremely critical. Lu Ye gritted his teeth and shouted, "Split into two groups! One group will hold the front, and the other will deal with the enemies flanking from the sides!"

The team members responded immediately, and a fierce firefight continued in the conference room. Lu Ye fired while observing the battle situation, calculating how to break through the encirclement.

The conference room was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and spent shell casings littered the floor. Lu Ye was pressed tightly against the corner of the wall, a bloody gash on his cheek from flying shrapnel, warm blood dripping down his chin and staining the collar of his military uniform red.

His teammates were being wounded one after another, and their ammunition was running low, while the American offensive grew increasingly fierce. Bullets rained down on the bunker, and brick and stone fragments flew everywhere, blinding them.

"Brother Lu! We're out of bullets!" A soldier's voice was trembling with tears, his hand holding the empty gun shaking uncontrollably.