Between the two highlands, there is a natural gentle valley. Resource Road No. 2 passes through here, bypassing the main peak of Pingqi Ridge, heading north.
At this moment, dust is flying on the yellow soil of the two highlands. Explosions throw up rocks and sand into the air like rolling waves, each crest higher than the last. Amidst the deafening sounds of artillery, red and white flashes densely appear on the mountaintop.
Zhang Fusheng curled up in the trench, covered in sand fallen from explosions. The ground's violent shaking caused the sand on him to bounce furiously.
Zhang Fusheng tried hard to huddle into the bulletproof pit surrounded by the modular metal bulletproof wall, spitting out sand from his mouth while pressing his dirty face against the electronic observation mirror, with one eye closed, watching the movements of the Suss Armored Group at the foot of the mountain.
