In the pitch-black night, two teams emerged from two groves of trees atop Falling Rock Peak.

They received the signal to rendezvous, and quickly headed towards the location of the Kunzhonglun squad.

Soon, the three mountain guerrilla teams from Kunzhai reunited.

After two days of fighting, apart from the squad personally led by Kunzhonglun who suffered no casualties, the other two teams suffered more or less casualties.

"Each squad, please report on your personnel situation."

Once the three guerrilla teams had all arrived, Kun Zhonglun had them stand in three rows.

In the darkness, a group of people stood in neat rows on a large rock, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

"Report: First squad has no casualties, 10 men present."

"Report: The second squad has 1 dead and 1 seriously injured. There are 8 people on the scene now."

"Report: The third squad has suffered 2 dead and 1 seriously wounded, leaving 7 men present."

The low, guttural reports from the ranks sent a chill down Kun Zhonglun's spine as he stood at the front of the line.

The guerrilla team of 30 lost 5 members in just two days.

Although they achieved a record of killing over a hundred enemies, the guerrilla force was not large to begin with.

When Lin Dong sent them outside the valley, he repeatedly emphasized that they should not engage in direct combat with the enemy and should try to minimize the casualties of the team.

But the cruel reality of war is beyond human control.

Kun Zhonglun felt heavy-hearted, and a wave of sadness welled up in his heart.

His sharp, eagle-like eyes welled up with tears.

The departure of life, every face that was once so familiar.

After all, they were all from Kunzhai, his relatives and brothers...

He and his brothers had a responsibility to lead them into battle, and even more so, a responsibility to ensure that more people could live.

But how can war avoid casualties?

"Brothers, thank you all for your hard work these past two days. You've all done an excellent job, achieving a kill count of 100!"

"But we also lost five brothers, three of whom left us forever..."

Kun Zhonglun, standing at the front of the group, spoke in a deep voice. His tall and straight figure resembled an ancient cedar tree in the pitch-black night:

"When foreign enemies invade, it is our duty as Kun people to fight the enemy and defend our homes."

"Tonight, a howitzer battalion came down from this mountain, and their vehicles were towing cannons that could threaten our fortress."

"What do you think we should do?"

The words had barely left his lips when the crowd erupted in a clamor:

"Fuck him!"

"Yes, blow them up!"

"Blow up those damn cannons!"

......

"Alright, since everyone agrees, I will now assign tasks."

Seeing that the time was ripe, Kun Zhonglun said:

"First squad, two people per group, use daggers to remove the guards next to the car. Mission time: 10 minutes."

"Second and third squads are responsible for installing time bombs on the howitzers. Set the time to 5 minutes."

"receive!"

"receive!"

"Monkey, take one person and find a pile of rocks 50 meters above the mountain road, and plant directional explosives."

"The purpose of the explosives was to blast through the rocks and smash them into the convoy."

Kun Zhonglun continued to assign tasks:

"Set a one-minute detonator, and ignite the explosive charge one minute before the time bomb in the convoy explodes."

"clear!"

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At 2:30 a.m., the convoy of cars below Rockfall Rock had gradually quieted down.

Besides the sentry posts set up every 20 meters along both sides of the mountain road, the soldiers, who had been on the move all day, were already fast asleep.

At that moment, a group of ghostly black figures silently emerged from the rocks and trees along the roadside.

They nimbly crept up behind the sentries, covered the soldiers' mouths and noses, and with a swift slash of their sharp daggers, felled one of them...

In less than 10 minutes, the sentry posts along the nearly half-kilometer stretch of mountain road near Luoshiyan were all removed.

The First Guerrilla Squad, the most skilled and agile in the entire Kunzhai, successfully completed their mission of taking the lead in the sentry duty.

The remaining team members who were lying in ambush by the roadside received a safety signal from the first team.

Then, a group of dark figures carrying timed bombs swiftly darted to the area beneath the howitzers, skillfully planting the bombs and adjusting the detonation time...

Time passed by, second by second.

Kun Zhonglun had just finished installing the second time bomb when he glanced at his watch in the dim light of day.

With two minutes remaining until the pre-set explosion time, it's time to retreat.

With a wave of his hand, he led the way away from the howitzer rack and quickly rushed towards the mountain peak by the roadside.

Upon receiving the retreat order, the team members gradually broke away from the convoy and darted into the rocky thicket like monkeys, climbing upwards through the gaps between the rocks and trees.

The reconnaissance and bomb planting went too smoothly.

This convoy is the only 152mm howitzer battalion belonging to the 2nd Mountain Brigade of the 1st Division of the Kachin Independence Army.

Before entering the mountains, they received a military intelligence report from the vanguard unit, the First Mixed Regiment.

The only exit from Eagle Valley has been blocked by the Mixed Group.

The mountain guerrillas who harassed the troops entering the mountains numbered only 30 people. After a round of mopping-up operations, they were all driven into the deep mountains.

Their convoy was more than 30 kilometers away from Eagle Valley, which would normally be absolutely safe.

Who would have thought that this group of lunatics from Kunzhai would travel such a long way over mountains and valleys just to give them a piece of their mind?

With only one minute left before the explosion, all the retreating team members evacuated to a height of 50 meters on the mountainside.

Kunzhonglun glanced at the pile of rocks not far away, where the monkey was holding a lighter and lighting the fuse that was sticking out of the rocks.

"Explosion countdown: 1 minute. Everyone, accelerate your retreat to the mountaintop!"

Kun Zhonglun gave a low shout and led the way to the summit of Luoshiyan.

The remaining 20-plus team members followed with excitement and anticipation.

One minute later, the group had climbed to about one-third of the height of the rockfall.

Suddenly, a violent explosion rang out from the darkness behind them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A series of violent explosions echoed through the mountains.

Dozens of clusters of flame, each over ten meters high, erupted from the convoy.

Amidst the flames, more than 20 152mm howitzers, each weighing nearly 1.5 tons, were thrown more than half a meter into the air before being reduced to piles of scrap metal in the raging fire...

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar came from the mountain 50 meters away from the center of the convoy explosion.

Flames shot skyward, and countless hard stones were hurled up, tumbling down into the thick smoke towards the convoy below...

The Kachin Independence Army convoy at the foot of Falling Rock Mountain was suddenly engulfed in flames and black smoke, along with boulders falling from the sky...

Screams and panicked cries pierced the darkness of the night.

Even the guerrillas climbing up the mountainside could hear it clearly.