We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

"Hurry! Hurry, hurry... quicken your pace, the next wave of attack is coming soon, we must get to the next position within ten minutes." As Zhang Weishan's bodyguard, Skinny Monkey naturally took the lead and ran at the forefront of the team.

He also had some ammunition on his shoulder.

Zhang Weishan, Xiong Xiazi, and the scholar walked slowly side by side, constantly searching for usable supplies. They also carried boxes on their shoulders, most of which had already been used up.

So the weight wasn't as heavy as I had imagined, and my steps were still relatively light.

However, there is a saying in the new army: "We have no guns or cannons, but the enemy makes them for us."

The proverb still applies to Tieyuan today. Compared to the resource-scarce island nation of the past, the American soldiers are more generous and surrender more readily, and the ammunition technology they carry is far beyond imagination.

Therefore, every time the tide recedes, it is nothing short of an invisible gift, a timely rain from heaven, for the New Army responsible for blocking the enemy on Tieyuan.

Although there was an issue of incompatible ammunition types, it paled in comparison to the major problem of lacking logistical support.

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed dramatically.

"call out!!!"

With a whooshing sound that pierced the sky, a shell shot out like a vanguard, streaking out like a silver lightning bolt, precisely tracing a perfect parabola.

During its rapid flight, the tail fins of the shell violently rubbed against the air, producing a deafening, piercing, and sharp explosion that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

In the next instant.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Before the first shell even hit the ground, sharp explosions rang out one after another, followed by a barrage of shells raining down on Tieyuan.

"Take cover! Take cover! Everyone lie down and take cover!" Zhang Weishan shouted hysterically as he ran wildly through the dug trenches.

Although he knew that such shouts, on this vast and boundless plain, coupled with the sharp whistling of artillery shells and the thunderous explosions of the shells, were quite deafening.

The effect it can play is negligible.

Moreover, under such near-total bombardment, the chances of survival were extremely slim.

However, as the battalion commander of the Third Battalion, Zhang Weishan wanted to do everything in his power to reduce casualties in the main force.

This battle was fought far too hastily.

Because the news was delayed for more than a day, by the time the superiors issued the order for their army to engage in a blocking battle, the American troops on the flank had already broken through the battle line and were encircling them.

In this battle, the complete annihilation of the army is only a matter of time.

Therefore, in the new army now on this iron plain, every regimental commander, every battalion commander, company commander... and even every soldier is prepared to sacrifice themselves heroically.

They used their own flesh and blood to hold off the roaring steel behemoth, buying as much time as possible for the main force to retreat.

Even knowing it's impossible, it can still be done!
This is the true strength of China's new era military!
Where the shells landed, dust billowed and smoke rose, forming huge craters. Clear, visible scars were left on the earth, deeply imprinted on this land.

"Ah!! Ah—"

Skinny Monkey ran through the trenches, dodging artillery fire. The shells couldn't catch up with them, but a voice kept echoing in his mind.

It was the almost inaudible, pitiful screams amidst the gunfire. At that moment, he wished his hearing wasn't so good, but that was impossible.

"We're here, hurry, hurry, hurry..."

Skinny Monkey focused his mind, ignoring the noise around him. As he ran through the trenches, his eyes kept scanning his surroundings. He quickly spotted a place hidden by haystacks and waved to Zhang Weishan and the others behind him.

Boom boom boom!
With the arrival of Zhang Weishan, Xiong Xiazi, and the others, the haystack was quickly cleared away, and the group huddled inside. Skinny Monkey stayed outside, quietly awaiting his fate.

"Scholar, how much time do you have left?" At this moment, Zhang Weishan, who had been laughing and joking before, suddenly became sharp-eyed and stared intently at the weak scholar.

"Let me take a look." The scholar glanced at the watch on his wrist, which was already tattered but still barely functional, and replied in a deep voice, "About three minutes."

“Alright.” Zhang Weishan nodded upon hearing this, then looked at the bear standing beside him and said coldly, “Prepare the charge bugle and wait for my orders at any time.”

"Hmm." The bear nodded heavily, indicating that there was no problem.

Normally, every regiment and every battalion should have someone responsible for blowing the bugle call, but in special circumstances, special measures are taken.

Bears have an extraordinary physique, and their lung capacity is naturally also extraordinary.

Although it may not be able to produce as many intricate patterns or convey as many signals, given the bear's lung capacity, it is definitely the one that can blow the longest and make the loudest noise.

Therefore, the role that can be played on such a vast plain is extremely crucial and important.

"Now, one minute to check the equipment, two minutes to adjust your state." After giving the order, Zhang Weishan turned to the skinny monkey at the edge of the pit and said seriously:

"Stay alert, our lives are in your hands."

"Yes." The skinny monkey nodded solemnly.

He was used to this kind of thing and was happy to do it. Only in this way, in this way of being needed, could he seem to have a different kind of sense of security.

Then the skinny monkey shut his mouth and covered his ears.

He learned this method from a scholar, who said it was to maintain the balance of internal and external air pressure and protect the eardrum. Although he didn't understand the specific principles, he still did it.

This habit has been maintained.

Because the skinny monkey knew that the scholar was his brother, and that he was an extremely "noble" scholar.

For an orphan like him, reading was an unattainable dream. His only dream since childhood was to be able to sit in a school and read the texts aloud, and to be able to eat hot cornbread and pickled vegetables when he got home after school.

Thinking back on that feeling, it's like a dream.

Dreams that were once out of reach now seem within reach with the establishment of the new China.

and so.

"For the new China."

Skinny Monkey thought of his dream, and of returning to his hometown before joining the new army. When he returned to his hometown, he was not exactly hated by everyone, but he was certainly a rat in the street, avoided by everyone.

But after joining the new army, he was finally able to hold his head high and was warmly welcomed by his fellow villagers when he returned home.

Some of the village elders even planned to include him, an orphan who had fled from war, in the family genealogy—something that Skinny Monkey had never dared to dream of before.

As the skinny monkey thought about this, his gaze became even more focused, staring intently at the dust-covered sky, anticipating the moment when the cannon fire would cease.

Time passes bit by bit.

Three minutes may feel like an eternity to students in class, but Zhang Weishan and others wish there were more of these moments.

Despite the constant booming of artillery fire.

But in just two minutes, Zhang Weishan and the others seemed to be having a wonderful dream, with serene smiles on their faces.

next moment.

At the very moment the last shell exploded, a voice cried out, "Bear, quick! Sound the horn!"

"Okay." The moment the bear heard the voice, it suddenly opened its closed eyes and then displayed an agility completely disproportionate to its huge body. It simply used its hands to support itself and leaped to the ground.

He pulled out a gleaming, polished horn from his pocket.

then.

"Drip-drop drip-drop—!"

The cheerful, rhythmic, and highly penetrating sound of the horn pierced through the heavy gloom and soared into the sky.

Then, in just a short while, if viewed from high above, many craters suddenly appeared on the vast, boundless ground.

It's like playing whack-a-mole.

The shelling was, of course, limited to a certain area; it was impossible to cover the entire vast and boundless Iron Plain, which spanned hundreds of miles. Therefore, theoretically speaking, as long as one was outside the shelling range, one could avoid the shelling.

However, this also means that the front line will be pushed back, and it will become more difficult to take it back.

This battle for control of the front lines has been going on for two days and two nights on this iron plain. Even the new army, guided by strong ideology, is in high spirits, but their bodies are already exhausted.

But only for a short while.

"Boom!" "Rumble..."

The steel behemoth emitted its oppressive roar, its tracks creaking heavily on the dirt and stones, the machine guns and cannons on the turret gleaming coldly, and the black smoke billowing from the tailpipe resembling the eerie aura of a demon.

"How is it?" Zhang Weishan climbed out of the pit and looked at the skinny monkey who was listening intently.

"At twelve o'clock," Skinny Monkey said, his forehead furrowing slightly as he replied with some doubt, "But for some reason, this time the attacking tanks seem to be far fewer than the last time."

"They probably want to make dumplings." Zhang Weishan's face showed a hint of disdain, but also a touch of helplessness.

This is an open scheme, but there's no way to resolve it.

Due to logistical constraints, the shells for the bazooka, the most effective weapon for destroying tanks, had already been exhausted in previous battles, turning into scrap metal.

The only way for them to stop those steel behemoths now is to get within ten meters of the tanks with heavy anti-tank grenades.

This is the only way to ensure a sufficiently high hit rate.

However, the downside is that if you get too close to a tank, your survival rate is almost zero.

Therefore, on this battlefield, the breakdown of almost every steel behemoth means the heroic sacrifice of one, several, or even a dozen soldiers.

Although after two days and two nights of almost non-stop fighting, my body was exhausted to the extreme.

But at the moment the war began, all the soldiers of the new army were as if they had been injected with chicken blood. This battle was for the main force behind them, and also for the motherland behind them!
The moment that steel behemoth emerged from the billowing smoke.

"Tattoo..."

Brilliant flames suddenly burst forth on the battlefield; however, the idea of ​​"one bullet taking down an enemy" was simply impossible when facing combined arms tactics.

The American soldiers huddled like turtles behind the tanks equipped with shovels, wearing well-made steel helmets, with bulging magazines ready to be loaded on their chests, and carrying several fragmentation grenades on their waists.

It can be said that he is armed to the teeth.

The trench tactics flattened the ground in an instant before tanks equipped with shovels, allowing subsequent tanks and soldiers to pass safely and without damage.

When Zhang Weishan saw this, his pupils contracted sharply, and he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to crush them.

This was newly developed equipment, something he hadn't expected at all. Although he had a long-term strategic vision, he was still limited by his own knowledge and experience.

This meant that the trenches they had painstakingly built to hinder the tanks' advance had been completely rendered useless.

"Bear! Bear!"

"To!"

"Skinny Monkey, give all the anti-tank grenades you have to Bear." Zhang Weishan gave the order, then looked solemnly at Bear and said in a deep voice, "Any problems?"

"No problem." The bear patted its chest confidently.

He then snatched the anti-tank grenade from the skinny monkey's hand and, like a nimble tiger, charged out of the trench amidst the slightly stunned gazes of Zhang Weishan and the scholar.

Why were Zhang Weishan and the scholar stunned?

The reason is simple: the bear had placed the boy it had been carrying on its shoulder in front of it, as if it were using a shield.

In an instant.

Zhang Weishan's expression changed drastically, becoming extremely ugly, because this was something he could not accept. In any case, judging from appearance, the stranger was a young man.

Aren't those teenagers the ones they're protecting?

"Battalion Commander, don't panic." Seeing this, the taciturn man took a closer look, then his face showed disbelief. He patted Zhang Weishan's shoulder and said in surprise, "Take a closer look."

Upon closer inspection, Zhang Weishan indeed discovered something strange: the bullets fired at the boy seemed to have lost their effect.

No bleeding!

As for anything beyond that, he couldn't see it clearly.

Because the bear had already run far away.

"Are all the vegetative patients you mentioned before like this?" Zhang Weishan asked with surprise, turning to the scholar beside him, trying to get some reliable answers.

"I, I...I..." The scholar's face showed a strange expression. He quickly rubbed his eyes and, after confirming that he didn't have any fireworks, he stammered "I" for a long time without finishing.

Is this what a person in a vegetative state looks like?

That seems unlikely, but how can we explain this scene scientifically?

To be honest, the scholar had never actually seen a person in a vegetative state; he had only heard of such cases. Naturally, he couldn't give Zhang Weishan a reasonable answer.

……

"Awesome! So awesome!"

The bear gripped the stranger's clothes tightly with one hand as it ran wildly through the trench. The clothes, made of some unknown material, were incredibly tough and even a machine gun couldn't penetrate them.

It also has a shock-absorbing function.

With this humanoid shield, the bear was confident he could fight his way in and out seven times.

Therefore, in just a moment, the bear was thirty meters away from the first steel behemoth, and then suddenly threw an anti-tank grenade out of its hand.

Without hesitation, he raised the humanoid shield in his hand in the direction from which the bullets were coming, turning it towards another steel behemoth.

The bear is going to have a good slaughter! (End of Chapter)