Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): Starting with the Korean War, returning home to take charge

Commander Song's finger slammed heavily into a mountain hollow marked with a blue circle. "'Eagle's Nest,' the forward command post of the 1st Marine Division, with at least a deputy division commander stationed there, plus the entire division's communications hub." His voice was hoarse, each word like a nail. "Tomorrow night, we'll launch a full-scale attack, not to seize territory, but to show our fists—to those paper tigers of imperialism."

He looked at He Yuzhu: "You are the tip of the knife. Before the final assault, sneak in, tear open an opening, and disrupt things! Kill the officers, smash those rattling iron lumps, or at the very least, make it a complete mess, creating conditions for the 38th Regiment. Any questions?"

"No!" He Yuzhu answered decisively. He knew this job was extremely dangerous, but it was indispensable to them.

Back at camp, all the faces looked tense under the oil lamp.

"This time we're smashing the altar of someone's ancestral master," He Yuzhu spread out a simple diagram. "We have to be clever in cracking tough nuts. I still have some 'stock'."

He accessed the system and quickly redeemed the currency:

【M18彩色发烟弹x100】，【M127A1照明弹x50】，【AN/PRC-6噪声发生器x20】。

15,000 points were deducted instantly.

After the supplies were "replenished," he called over Lao Geng and Zhang Dashan, saying that they were experimental samples captured from some unknown time, and that the quantity was limited, so they should be used where necessary.

On the eve of the attack, the reconnaissance battalion, like a group of silent ghosts, infiltrated the attack launch position—a slope covered with bushes and rocks, opposite which lay "Eagle's Nest." A few hundred meters away, the outline of tents was indistinct, and searchlights swept regularly across the front line.

He Yuzhu led a company of elite soldiers, lying prone at the forefront, all covered in peat and their weapons wrapped in cloth, resembling a pile of stubborn rocks. Noise generators were distributed to the flank teams, and the trigger time and sound mode were set.

Time crawled toward the final assault. The air froze, leaving only the mournful howl of the mountain wind.

It was exactly 3:00 AM.

"Pfft—pfft—pfft—"

Noise generators exploded simultaneously from several directions! Dense "gunfire," sporadic "explosions," and "engine roars" tore through the silence.

The garrison at "Eagle's Nest" was instantly alarmed. Searchlights swept frantically into the darkness, alarms blared, figures poured out of tents, and machine guns fired blindly.

Just as the enemy was drawn by the feint, He Yuzhu roared, "Attack!"

The commando team pounced like cheetahs, advancing in a dispersed manner using the terrain's shadows. At the same time, the first batch of smoke grenades and illumination flares were launched.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

Illumination flares exploded in mid-air on the flanks, their blinding white light dazzling the sentries. Colored smoke grenades exploded ahead of the advance route, billowing smoke and forming a moving visual barrier.

"Enemy attack! Right in front! In the smoke!" American soldiers shouted, their voices mingling with gunfire.

The assault team had infiltrated the barbed wire like mercury spilling across the ground. The engineers cut a gap, and the team filed in.

The real battle was just beginning. The guards in the core area of ​​the command post reacted extremely quickly, organizing a ring defense using tents and vehicles, and unleashing fierce firepower. The assault team was pinned down behind an earthen embankment.

Bullets whizzed overhead, sending dirt flying. He Yuzhu glanced at the large tent, its antennas densely packed and brightly lit, then looked at the surrounding enemy firing positions—a direct assault was out of the question.

"Old Geng! Take a squad and flank around the right flank of the ammunition box, use grenades to clear the way! Da Shan, provide covering fire! The rest of you, follow me and approach from the left, target the big tent! Go off the noise generators one last time, the more chaotic the better!"

The order was given, and the troops moved again. Intense fighting erupted on Lao Geng's side, drawing some of the fire. He Yuzhu led his men, advancing in the shadows, using gaps in the fire to inching closer to the core tent. The last few noise devices were detonated in the distance, simulating "reinforcements," further disorienting the defenders.

As they approached the large tent, a soldier stepped on a scattered metal can, making a loud clanging sound. The machine gun in the sandbag fortifications at the entrance instantly turned—

"Lower your head!"

A bullet grazed his scalp. He Yuzhu's heart tightened; he felt a surge of relief. He signaled to the demolition expert. Two heavy grenades, delayed by two seconds, flew in an arc.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sandbag fortifications collapsed. He Yuzhu was the first to leap up, bayonet at the ready, and charge into the smoke-filled battlefield! Inside the tent, figures darted about, screams, curses, and the crackling of gun bolts mingled. He gave no time to react, stabbing anyone he saw and firing at anyone who moved! Soldiers swarmed in, and a brutal close-quarters battle erupted in the confined space.

The tent was a mess. Sparks flew from the radio, and maps and documents were scattered all over the floor. Several officers drew their guns to resist, but were instantly taken down. He Yuzhu caught sight of an elderly colonel slipping towards the back door under the cover of a staff officer. He raised his hand and fired a shot; the staff officer fell to the ground, and the colonel, staggering, was stabbed through the throat by a soldier's bayonet.

The battle ended within minutes. He Yuzhu, panting heavily, glanced at the map scattered on the ground—a battle deployment map marked with arrows, the ink still fresh. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket.

Gunfire continued outside, and enemy reinforcements could arrive at any moment.

"Documents, maps, codebooks—take everything! Quickly! Demolition team, set the explosives, two-minute delay! Withdraw!"

The soldiers hurriedly stuffed the documents into canvas bags. The demolition expert's hands trembled slightly as he set the explosives—He Yuzhu pressed down on his shoulder: "Steady."

The team rushed out the back door, desperately breaking through along the evacuation route. Explosions rang out behind them, and the command tent was engulfed in fireballs.

When they met up with the support troops, the bugle call of the 38th Regiment sounded loudly.

They retreated to the rear as dawn broke. A headcount revealed nearly half the troops had been killed or wounded. He Yuzhu, disregarding his grief, ordered his men to deliver the canvas bags to the battalion headquarters.

He glanced through the documents: operational orders, troop maps, codebooks, and a jumble of telegrams. A report summary marked "Top Secret," on thick sheets of paper, caught his eye—"Feasibility and Risk Assessment of the Use of Tactical Nuclear Weapons in the Korean War," dated a week earlier.

He quickly scanned the cold English words and numbers, his heart pounding.

The report analyzed the targets, estimated casualties, political risks, international reactions, and so on. The final "conclusion tendencies" clearly pointed out that, given the stalemate on the front lines, the unpredictable reactions from China and the Soviet Union, and the inability to guarantee the elimination of all key resistance nodes (especially highly mobile and difficult-to-locate guerrilla sabotage units), the use of tactical nuclear weapons "is very likely to fail to achieve the expected strategic effects and instead trigger an uncontrollable escalation, with an extremely low risk-reward ratio."

Conclusion: It is not recommended to adopt this approach at this time.

He Yuzhu slowly put down the report, leaned against the earthen wall, and exhaled a long breath of stale air. That cold assessment was like water mixed with ice, poured onto the burning stone in his heart, hissing and releasing a wisp of smoke filled with lingering fear.

A system notification sounded:

[Successfully spearheaded the attack and significantly contributed to a major blow against the enemy's division-level command node.]

[One enemy colonel deputy division commander was killed, along with several lieutenant colonels and majors as staff officers, and the core communications center was destroyed.]

[A large number of high-value enemy classified documents were seized, including strategic deployment adjustments and assessments of the use of key weapons.]

[Based on tactical disruption, devastating damage to the enemy command system, and the extremely high value of the captured intelligence, gain battlefield points: +2,000,000!]

Current battlefield score: 4,913,398 points.

Main quest progress: 4.913%

Two million points! The total is approaching five million.

But as He Yuzhu stared at the system prompts and the report in his hand, what he felt more deeply was not joy, but the heaviness of surviving a disaster.

In a tit-for-tat confrontation, they stabbed the enemy in the back, and also managed to glimpse a crack of rationality beneath the most terrifying shadow.