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Tang Yue stood on the city wall, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, her eyes as sharp as a hawk's. Watching the fleeing American soldiers, a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, and she made several hand gestures.
The already high-spirited young men of Shanhe County, upon seeing the goddess's instructions, were instantly energized, shouting "Chase them!" and surging towards the direction in which the American troops were fleeing like a tide.
The young men gripped their homemade guns tightly, their steps hurried, some even tripping over stones, but quickly getting up and continuing the chase.
Their trust and worship of the goddess transformed into boundless courage and strength. The miraculous disappearance of the tank just now convinced them that as long as they followed the goddess, they would surely win this battle.
They had a vague intuition that, not only today, but as long as the goddess was present, they would win every battle in the future.
Johnson and Smith led their remaining troops in a desperate run, their faces filled with terror and resentment.
As Johnson ran, panting, he shouted to Smith, "Quick! Run east! Our reinforcements are there! If we can rendezvous with them, we can turn the tide!"
Smith, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow, nodded and replied, "Understood! Hopefully they're still waiting for us!"
Tang Yue sat on a recliner with four wooden sticks tied underneath. The able-bodied men of Shanhe County carried the goddess and gave chase. After running for a while, Tang Yue keenly realized that the route the American troops took to escape was not random, but rather had a clear direction.
Tang Yue quickly projected her consciousness outwards. "Sure enough, they're trying to find other nearby US military units," she muttered to herself, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. That's fine; a mere 500 US soldiers really aren't enough.
She took out a communication device from her spatial storage, one she had casually acquired during her trip to Japan. She had quite a few more in her storage space. Since there were other American troops nearby, there would definitely be Chinese troops present as well.
The location of Shanhe County has now become a crucial point of convergence for the north-south attacks of the Bianyue Kingdom. Neither army can allow one side to remain entrenched there. Tang Yue turned on the communicator and twisted it several times, gently tapping it a few times after each successful connection.
However, she didn't get the reply she wanted. After turning the dial a few times, Tang Yue realized that this was all the communication channels she could receive. This wouldn't do.
There seem to be plenty of able-bodied men in Shanhe County, but if they were to encounter a well-trained American force, the chances of them dying would be quite high. Since they revered her as a goddess, she didn't want them to die in vain. Contacting the Chinese team and cooperating with them was the most cost-effective approach.
There are still a few American tanks here. If we don't use them now, when will we?
Tang Yue skillfully disassembled the communication device, the parts scattered on her skirt. Her fingers deftly danced over the parts, and if she felt a part wasn't quite right, she would use a few pins to make it work according to her instructions for a while.
In no time at all, she had reconfigured the communication equipment.
Time ticked by, and the young men gradually closed the distance between themselves and the American soldiers. The American soldiers, turning back to see the hot-blooded young men, grew increasingly panicked; some even began pushing and shoving each other, making the ranks even more chaotic.
"Run!" Johnson ordered the American soldiers while firing back. Although the ranks were in disarray, Johnson became increasingly relaxed because he felt he was close to the main force.
The smoke, like thick ink, swirled and billowed in the sky, turning the once bright skyline into a terrifying gray-black.
Fifty miles from Shanhe County, where Tang Yue was located, the Second Battalion Commander Yang Shengjun's troops were engaged in a thrilling and fierce battle with a large American force.
The sound of American gunfire was like a dense barrage of thunder, wave after wave, shaking the earth. Debris flew across the battlefield, soil was overturned, and the scene was one of utter devastation.
"Brothers, hold the line! Hold the line!" Yang Shengjun shouted hoarsely. His face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and his uniform was soaked with sweat and stained with blood.
The gun in his hand kept spitting fire, and the smoke from the gun muzzle mixed with the thick smoke from the battlefield, blurring his vision.
However, the US offensive was too fierce. With their advanced weaponry, they surged forward like a tidal wave, forcing Yang Shengjun's troops to retreat step by step.
The soldiers fought back fiercely. When they ran out of bullets, they picked up bayonets and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the charging American troops.
A young soldier, his eyes filled with determination and resolve, roared and plunged his bayonet into the chest of an American soldier. Blood splattered on his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He quickly pulled out the bayonet and charged toward another enemy.
However, the American troops were numerous, and the soldiers gradually became overwhelmed, with one falling after another, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet.
"Battalion Commander, we're running low on ammunition!" a soldier shouted anxiously. Yang Shengjun's heart tightened; at such a critical moment, ammunition was the soldiers' lifeblood.
"Hold on! We'll get reinforcements! They're on their way!" he shouted back, while quickly adjusting tactics, ordering his soldiers to concentrate their firepower and focus on defending several key positions.
At this moment, the US tanks also launched a fierce attack, with their huge cannons spewing long tongues of fire and shells whistling towards Yang Shengjun's position.
The explosion was deafening, and the position was instantly engulfed in flames. Many soldiers were thrown into the air by the blast wave and fell to the ground injured. Yang Shengjun was heartbroken at the sight of the carnage before him, but he did not flinch. He remained at the forefront, directing his soldiers in the counterattack.
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