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Tang Yue's orders spread like wildfire, and all the able-bodied men of Bianyue Kingdom quickly assembled under Battalion Commander Yang's command. Inside the makeshift thatched hut, Sun Jinan used tree branches to sketch a terrain map on the sand, while Zhang Dabing counted homemade explosives and bows and arrows. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the battle plan was taking shape in full swing.
"The scouts must ascertain the movements of the US troops before nightfall!" Battalion Commander Yang handed the bamboo tube to the soldier in charge of liaison. "Once spotted, immediately set off three-colored smoke as a signal."
"Yes, sir!" The reconnaissance company, composed of soldiers under Battalion Commander Yang and able-bodied men from the border region, came in handy at this moment. Battalion Commander Yang hadn't been able to suppress the smile on his face lately.
The recent war has been truly exhilarating, and these people are incredibly easy to use. Putting aside everything else, Tang Yue doesn't manage much affairs, but these young and strong men from the Bianyue Kingdom were genuinely trained by her personally.
It really works! Every time Tang Yue says there are people somewhere and they have to go fight, they never lose.
Furthermore, these 50,000 to 60,000 people—no, there have been quite a few more in the last few days, so it should be at least 70,000—such a large force doesn't need any supplies from him; they handle everything themselves. And they're all under his leadership, which is similar to the treatment of a division commander or army commander back in China.
Although Battalion Commander Yang had no intention of usurping power, with such consecutive victories, it was impossible for him not to be promoted. How could he not be pleased?
Although Tang Yue was young, she saw through everything. She knew that Battalion Commander Yang had been a little arrogant lately. But was it a big deal? Of course not. Anyway, once she found her father and the battalion commander, Battalion Commander Yang would have to obediently return to the Chinese army.
Let him be arrogant for a few days if he wants. Tang Yue had another thought. That blind bastard, Battalion Commander Yang, with a wife like that by his side, still wants a promotion? He's dreaming.
This guy is quite capable, but alas, marrying a troublesome wife is a recipe for disaster for three generations. Let him experience the joys of being a corps commander or division commander.
Meanwhile, the three Tang brothers had been trekking with the main force of the US army for over a day. Torrential rain poured down, and mud mixed with gravel made the ground slippery, but they kept their eyes fixed on the column ahead.
As they walked, a torrential downpour began, and they lost their bearings. Suddenly, the group escorting the old man veered off onto a hidden path. Tang Nan immediately grabbed Tang Bei's sleeve: "Brother, look! Why did the old man's group change course? We can't let them take the old man away!"
He wiped the rain from his face, gripped his mud-covered dagger tightly—the road had been so slippery, he'd relied on the dagger to climb the slopes. "These American soldiers are cunning and treacherous; we need to find a way to stop them from splitting up!"
Tang Bei squatted down, his fingertips tracing the muddy gravel, when suddenly his eyes lit up: "Dongzi, do you remember the cliff in the eastern valley? The cliff face is covered with dense vines. If County Magistrate Mi Jun's main force continues, the area below the cliff is their only route."
Tang Bei picked up the rusty wire and wrapped it around his palm. "Er Nan, you continue to follow the old man. Don't forget to carve signals along the way. Before you leave, create chaos with barbed wire and firecrackers; Dongzi and I will take a shortcut down the cliff and ambush at the bottom of the valley."
"Brother, the main force of the US army is still advancing. It's too dangerous for us to split up like this!" Tang Dong knew his elder brother was right; if he were his elder brother, he would have done the same. However, he didn't want his elder and second elder brothers to speak up.
Actually, he could have done these things himself. That way, his older brothers wouldn't have been in danger. He knew that even with spiritual power, they wouldn't have survived if they encountered bombs and artillery.
Before Tang Dong could finish speaking, Tang Nan had already pulled out several iron caltrops. The sharp spikes, intertwined with gravel and wire, gleamed coldly in the rain: "We can't worry about that now! You guys go to the cliff first. I'll hold off the small team until they catch up, then we can coordinate an attack from the inside."
He shoved the last half of the bread into Tang Dong's hand, turned, and leaped onto the withered tree, his movements so swift as if he were oblivious to the blood seeping from the wound on his back. He disappeared in a few bounds. Tang Dong and Tang Bei had no idea when Tang Nan had gotten the cut on his back. But time was too precious for them to dwell on it.
Tang Bei and Tang Dong crouched low and plunged into the dense forest, oblivious to the thorns tearing through their already tattered clothes. Torrential rain lashed the steep slopes as they climbed, using both hands and feet, their minds focused on only one thing—reaching the precipice before the American troops.
Meanwhile, Tang Nan was already moving back and forth in the forest, burying the fuses of firecrackers into piles of rubble, his ears picking up the increasingly close footsteps.
As the main force of the American troops stepped into the trap area, Tang Nan suddenly snapped the fuse! "Bang! Bang!" The firecrackers exploded, and the American soldiers in the front row screamed and fell to the ground, the barbed wire digging deep into their boots.
"Ambush! Spread out!" the officer roared, gun raised. Taking advantage of the chaos, Tang Nan threw his last two firecrackers into the bushes. He turned and ran through the thick smoke, bullets whizzing past his hair. He chased after the squad escorting the old man.
At this moment, at the foot of the cliff in the valley, Tang Bei and Tang Dong were tying vines into ropes. They looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance and exchanged a glance—this was both a signal to block the American army and perhaps an opportunity to coordinate with Tang Yue's side.
They had a feeling that their sister was somewhere nearby. Don't ask them how they knew; it was just an intuition. And they felt that intuition would definitely come true.
The sudden explosion in the forest shattered the surrounding tranquility like a thunderclap. The young men of the Bianyue Kingdom and the Chinese soldiers who were conducting reconnaissance nearby were jolted, their expressions instantly turning solemn.
The lead scout gripped his rifle tightly, his eyes warily fixed on the direction from which the explosion had come: "Quick, there's something up ahead! Go back and report immediately!" Without a moment's hesitation, the group turned and sprinted towards the makeshift camp.
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