Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

The atmosphere at the US military headquarters was solemn.

From the commander to the sentries on duty, everyone smelled uneasiness in the air.

The Chinese army's opening of Decheng indicated that the coalition forces had completely lost the victory. Under the current circumstances, being able to escape alive would be a blessing from God.

The US military decided to withdraw along the Junyuli Highway.

Suddenly a report came to the American commander that a Chinese army unit had captured Sansoli.

The American military commander racked his brains to figure out how they got here, as the American soldiers were riding in cars.

A division of the Chinese Army marched 78 kilometers overnight, taking 14 hours, to rush and seize Sansoli, and then engaged in a bloody battle with the swarming American troops.

In terms of marching speed, the US Army cannot compare with the Chinese Army. In terms of charging into battle, the US Army is also no match.

After a day of fighting, the American army stopped at three miles.

The Chinese army blew up all the bridges in the rear, completely blocking the US army's retreat route.

US Military Headquarters.

The commander pointed to a place called Longyuanli on the map and shouted hysterically: "Occupy this place and open up the road. This is our only way out. If we fail again, we will be ready to become prisoners of the Chinese."

The task was assigned to the US Army's 2nd Infantry Division. The division commander, General Kay, called Colonel Sloan, the commander of the 9th Regiment, and coaxed him into saying, "Your regiment is going to open up the road in Longyuanli. Our aircraft have conducted reconnaissance and found that there are no Chinese near the road. Even if there is a small reconnaissance force, your tanks can handle it. The Chinese only have rifles."

Colonel Sloan happily accepted the task.

Qiao Youzhi was following the Chinese Army's infiltrated company and could not catch up. He kept running in the general direction. After climbing over a mountain, he saw a road at the foot of the mountain.

A mountain on the east side of the road.

Han Army Major Li Xiuzhe took a closer look and was very excited: "This road leads to Longyuanli. If our army retreats, it will definitely go here."

Qiao Youzhi pointed to the 300-meter-high mountain not far away and asked, "What is that place?"

"That mountain is called Songgu Peak!"

When Qiao Youzhi heard the words "Songgu Peak", his head spun and his heels seemed to lose feeling, and he sat down on the ground.

Li Xiuzhe was terrified: "Captain George, are you okay?"

Qiao Youzhi regained consciousness and pointed to the rolling hills in front of Songgu Peak: "Let's hide here and wait. There will be a big battle soon."

"How do you know?" Li Xiuzhe was a little unconvinced.

"Look, that small hill is called Shutang Station, and it just controls the highway. If we want to retreat here, the Chinese can easily let us pass!"

"But, look, these high grounds are bare, and the slope is not steep, it's almost a slope, there's no use for defense."

"Alas, this is not what fighting is all about. You think the terrain is bad and not conducive to defense, but the Chinese don't think so. Just wait and see."

As they were talking, some people were digging fortifications on the small hill below Songgu Peak.

The infiltrated Chinese army company rushed to the high ground at the foot of Songgu Peak.

The three platoons occupied their respective positions, and the soldiers worked desperately to dig fortifications regardless of fatigue.

The machine gunner of the third platoon was named Yang. Qiao turned over and called him Yang Machine Gun. He set up the machine gun, aimed it at the road, and hoped that the Americans would come quickly.

Joe rolled over and carried a bazooka behind him.

Yang pointed the machine gun at the rocket launcher and said, "Let's make a bet. Who can shoot down an American car faster, me or you?"

Qiao turned over and rolled his eyes at him: "It must be mine. This is American product. When American products fight American products, of course they will be the best."

The company commander went to the third platoon to check the position. When he heard them betting, he smiled and got down to business: "Do you know which unit the American devils are from?"

"No matter what kind of troops they are, we will attack them!" said the third platoon leader, looking up.

"This army has a great background. Do you know the Eight-Nation Alliance? The army that the United States sent to China at that time is the one in front of us, the 9th Regiment of the 2nd Division. Back then, this regiment captured the capital with just a few shots and scared off the old Buddha. Today, we have to teach them a lesson."

The soldiers were filled with indignation, and they knew that this old enemy must be taught a lesson.

As he was speaking, the alert soldier sent a signal that the American troops had arrived with three trucks and two tanks.

The 9th Regiment of the US 2nd Infantry Division has arrived.

There was no resistance along the way and not even a piece of paint came off the tank.

American planes flew over their heads continuously, pouring ammunition into the mountains on both sides of the road.

With that level of bombing, not only the people on the ground, but also the animals hibernating in the caves would be shocked to death.

Captain Sloan's heart finally dropped into his stomach.

When we arrived at the small hill where the Chinese army was ambushing, subordinates reported that there was a bend in the road ahead and there were several hills, where the enemy might be ambushed.

Sloan did not dare to be careless and sent three trucks and two tanks to lead the way.

The soldiers of the first and second rows of the Chinese Army watched helplessly as they were being attacked.

The American troops let down their guard and prepared to speed up.

There are three rows of positions in front.

Yang Jiqiang had just made a bet with Qiao Fanshe, so how could he let it go?

The machine gun fired, and a long burst of fire shattered the cab, killing the driver on the spot. Then it aimed at the fuel tank, and in the blink of an eye, the car became a fireball.

Qiao turned over and praised, "Yang Machine Gun, you're really good." After that, he rushed out, followed by two blasting teams.

When the first car was attacked, the second and third cars were simultaneously hit by various firepower and soon caught fire.

Several American soldiers escaped from the car and were named by the Chinese soldiers on the mountain.

Qiao turned over and rolled down the hillside. The two American tanks retreated in panic, their turrets rotating, adjusting to the appropriate angle, and bombarding the Chinese army's positions.

Joe turned over without giving him a chance. With the help of another soldier, he quickly loaded the rocket launcher and fired at the first tank.

The American stuff is just great. They hit the target instantly. The first tank exploded and caught fire. The American tank soldier crawled out with his body on fire. When his feet touched the ground, he fell down powerlessly.

The soldiers of the demolition team saw Qiao Fanshen destroy the tank with one rocket launcher and he was still loading the second rocket, so they became anxious.

A member of the demolition team stopped Joe from turning over and preventing him from continuing to fire the bazooka.

Another soldier from the demolition team quickly and swiftly dodged the machine gun of the last tank and placed explosives on the tank tracks. With an explosion, the tank was also destroyed.

But no American soldiers ran out of the tanks. Some people said that they must have been knocked unconscious or killed by the violent explosion.

The attacking soldiers only suffered minor skin injuries and quickly retreated to their positions.

The entire battle was over in just over ten minutes.

Qiao Youzhi, who was hiding not far away, was watching with great interest. Li Xiuzhe, a major of the Han army, was sitting on the ground, muttering to himself: "This is a dream, a dream, a dream. How can a flesh and blood body dare to fight against a tank? Dream, dream."

"Major Li Xiuzhe, keep watching." Qiao Youzhi said it lightly, but his heart was in his throat.

The exploration tanks and trucks became scrap metal, but Colonel Sloan of the 9th Regiment was not in a hurry at all.

He confidently explained to his subordinates: "Did you hear that? They don't have any artillery, just some light weapons and some reconnaissance troops. Since we've met them, let them have a taste of the American firepower."

Then he shook his head and muttered, "I hope they won't just run away after the fight."

The Chinese Army company commander also knew that destroying a few vehicles and tanks would not force the US troops to retreat, but would instead attract more brutal bombings. He ordered the frontline positions to leave a few observation posts and have the rest avoid the shelling.

US Army Colonel Sloan mobilized all his artillery to launch a fierce bombardment on the Chinese army's positions.

Artillery shells exploded one after another on the battlefield.

The simple fortifications that the Chinese army had just built were razed to the ground.

Qiao, who was hiding in the position, turned over and crawled out of the ground with other observation posts. There was nowhere to hide and the artillery fire was fierce. In desperation, they hid in the big pit where the artillery shell exploded, rolled into the crater, and cursed, "It's still damn warm!"