The guests on Jeju Island were, of course, Comrade Lee's Japanese comrades.

It is inconvenient for Yang to come forward in this kind of thing, even if everyone knows that he is manipulating behind the scenes, he cannot be directly involved, after all, his identity is different, and Comrade Li is not suitable for this role, then His Majesty the King of Goryeo is undoubtedly the most suitable, anyway, he will also like to see a large-scale civil war in the Wa Kingdom, not to mention that he is more familiar with the situation of the Wa State than Yang Feng.

Therefore, the heavy responsibility of helping the people of the Japanese kingdom to fight for freedom fell to His Majesty the King of Goryeo.

"Miss Hepburn, would you like to dance together?"

Yang Feng stood up contentedly and walked up to Audrey Hepburn, stretched out his hand and said.

The latter is already the most popular star in the world by virtue of the Roman holiday, and Monroe can be called the two major cash cows of DreamWorks, this time it is to Asia for publicity, of course, it is indispensable to go to the big boss here, at this time Hepburn is no longer as young as when she first met, and she is in her early twenties.

Or maybe it's the harvest season.

"It's a great honor."

Hepburn stretched out his little hand, stood up with a smile and said.

"Ah, your necklace is beautiful!"

Yang Feng wrapped his arms around her waist and looked down at her chest as he danced, a blue gem shining in the light on his white skin.

"It was made for me by Tiffany & Co."

Hepburn said.

"Ah, Tiffany, I know the name."

Yang Feng's hand stroked her waist slightly as he spoke, and Hepburn lowered his head shyly.

"Why don't you take you to pick out some jewelry after the prom? I've always wanted to give you a piece of jewelry. ”

Yang Feng whispered softly in her ear.

The latter blushed and nodded.

Yang Feng blew softly into her face.

Hepburn's feet were out of order.

Yang Yuan took her in his arms very appropriately.

"Ambulance!"

On a small hill called Mt. Wangmei in the distant Tohei. Under the reflection of flares. An American soldier with a broken arm was dragging an officer covered in blood with his remaining hand, shouting desolate and struggling to move in the light of the shell explosion.

Not far from him, a captain with a Garand rifle was firing into the hill as he fled backwards, next to a burning Pershing tank.

Suddenly, a strange whistling swept by. The flames of the explosion instantly swelled under his feet, and the captain disappeared directly into the flames.

And the American soldier with the broken arm, still dragging the dead officer, called for the ambulance in a hoarse voice.

The corpses of more than 100 American soldiers around him were spread out chaotically in the white light, and the bullets were constantly whistling overhead, and the remaining dozen or so American soldiers were falling one after another on the way to retreat in the whistling sound.

This was the G Company of the 2nd Battalion of the counterattack on the Wangmei Mountain position, and the officer that the soldier was dragging was the company commander, Captain Heath.

At the same time, in another position not far from them, the Gallic soldiers with bayonets on their 46 automatic rifles were unceremoniously kicking the defeated American soldiers.

"Go back. Anyway, you all have to die, so let's just die on the mountain! ”

Lieutenant Colonel Monclall. Carrying a Type 46 submachine gun, that is, the MP5 of the original history and future, he opened fire into the sky while shouting at the defeated American army.

It was evident that the medals and lieutenant colonel epaulettes on his body had given these panicked Americans a little courage, and they turned their heads one after another, driven by him and the Gallic soldiers, and launched a new attack on the position they had just abandoned with rifles.

"Attack, attack, Carmonilo!"

Lieutenant Colonel Monkla roared.

The North African soldiers, who were not wearing helmets and wore red cloths on their heads, shouted slogans like him, and charged frantically with automatic rifles as they fired at the top of the hill, and the infected American troops behind them gradually regained their courage and washed away the shame of the rout with the same ferocity.

But just as they were about to rush into the grenade throwing distance, suddenly four fire dragons erupted from the volunteer position, viciously crashing into the middle of the Gallic soldiers, like a stream of water hitting the wall, the coagulated qi oil splashed with flames, and the dozens of Gallic soldiers in front were caught off guard and instantly devoured.

"Flamethrower!"

The American troops in the back screamed, looking at the Gallic soldiers rolling and screaming in the sea of fire, and without hesitation, they turned around and fled again.

"Bastards, come back, you damn bastards!"

Lieutenant Colonel Moncla looked sadly at the defeated Americans, but then his men began to rout as they wreaked havoc under the two terrifying fire dragons.

"Damn it, bastard!"

Colonel Freeman was also crying out in grief.

Not far from him was a pile of shattered scrap steel, the flames of which continued to rise.

His 155mm howitzer group had just been wiped out, and the 107mm rockets that were constantly firing in the dark mountain forest in the distance were always hanging over his artillerymen's heads like a nightmare, and now he finally didn't have to worry about how to protect his heavy artillery.

By now, the battle had completely turned into a chaotic battle, with many American positions lost under the ferocious attack of the volunteers, and everywhere there were soldiers on both sides who were chaotically entangled, fighting to the death with all the weapons they could use, guns, bayonets, sapper shovels and even stone fists, both the American and Gallic armies were struggling to support themselves, hoping for an early dawn.

Colonel Freeman had lost control of the battlefield at this time, there was nothing he could do, even the reserves were all on the battlefield, and he was waiting, waiting for dawn to come sooner, for his reinforcements to arrive earlier.

But his reinforcements, only a few kilometers away from him, were already unable to move an inch.

In fact, at this time, it was not only a coalition army that reinforced Toheira, the 38th Regiment of the 2nd Division, the 29th Brigade of the British Army, and the 7th Division of the Korean Army, all of which were killing this town surrounded by mountains, but without exception, all of them were blocked by the volunteers.

The number of troops invested by the volunteers is also increasing, and Toheirai is becoming a crucial point in this battle, a symbolic point, Li Qiwei wants to prove that the coalition forces can withstand the attack of the volunteers, and the volunteers want to prove that their attacks are still unstoppable, the two commanders are like two players in the ring, and Toheiri is their ring.

Fortunately, in the hands of Colonel Freeman, after all, there was an elite force of 6,000 men, and they were well equipped and ammunition was abundant, especially the strong fighting power of the Gallic Foreign Legion, which greatly helped him, and when dawn came the next day, they still held on to Topingli, but the defensive circle had been compressed to less than two square kilometers, but in any case they survived the first night.

In the early morning sunshine, when countless US fighters appeared in the sky, the fierce battle of the night gradually calmed down, and the equally exhausted volunteers stopped the offensive, they could not continue to attack against so many enemy planes, so on the periphery of the US defense line, quickly dig trenches and build bunkers, ready to resist the US counteroffensive, of course, more importantly, to resist the bombs and napalm bombs that are about to be dropped overhead.

However, they obviously thought too much, Colonel Freeman did not have the ability to counterattack at this time, and in this short night of fighting, he lost almost all tanks, as well as a few self-propelled anti-aircraft guns that had brought heavy losses to the Volunteer Army in history. This thing was basically not used, and almost as soon as the battle began, it was destroyed by the rocket launchers of the volunteers, in addition to the loss of more than two-thirds of the heavy artillery, and the casualties of the soldiers were even more shocking.

The total number of dead and wounded of his men exceeded 1,500.

A quarter of the casualties, and the order he received was still to continue to hold on.

Fortunately, a large number of helicopters flew in immediately afterwards, not only replenishing their ammunition, but also pulling away the bodies of the wounded and some of the dead soldiers, and it is said that a batch of reinforcements will be transported for them next, it is obvious that Lieutenant General Li Qiwei was inspired by the frog jump of the Ming army, although these helicopters such as Bell 47 Sikorsky S51 are garbage in Yang Feng's eyes, but at this time they are actually widely used.

Because the US planes were bombing frantically at this time, the volunteers did not attack during the helicopter take-off and landing, and of course they may not be very clear about the purpose of these things, after all, they were here to transport the wounded, and Comrade Li did not want to affect the image of the volunteers. In fact, up to now, despite being an enemy of the other side, the image of the volunteer army has not been demonized, and it is difficult for anyone to do as well as them, not to mention the preferential treatment of prisoners.

Of course, the objective report of the Ming Empire Radio Station is also indispensable.

Colonel Freeman silently watched the helicopters take off, and then sighed melancholy, it was clear that he did not know whether the planes would come and pull him away tomorrow, and from the present situation it was very likely, he had lost a quarter of his troops in one night, and at this rate he should have considered surrendering in two nights.

"What a great night!"

At this time, Yang Yuanfeng, who had worked hard all night, also got up from the bed, and then looked at the little beauty sleeping next to him with satisfaction, the latter's pretty face like a begonia spring sleep, looking fresh and tender in the sun.

The guy kissed very unceremoniously.

But Audrey Hepburn, who was tossed by him all night, was not awakened.

Yang Yuanfeng lifted the sheet again and admired her body, and then finally reluctantly got out of bed and left. (To be continued.) )