Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 110: Chinese People's Volunteer Army Armored Forces Assault US 1st Marine Division Command Post!

"kill!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company picked up their guns and followed Wu Qianli's steps, charging towards the American troops.

During the charge, the sound of wind whistling through the air whistled past the ears of the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company, and the scenery around them flashed by like afterimages.

They felt a surge of joy as they experienced the increased speed, noting that the American troops, who had previously appeared as tiny dots in the distance, were rapidly expanding in size.

However, since they were in the middle of a tense battlefield, and the bonus was only 30%, plus the speed of the others around them was about the same, no one felt anything was strange.

In the distance, the US military formations were engulfed in flames by white phosphorus smoke bombs, with countless plumes of white smoke billowing around them.

"Shit! How can they charge so fast!"

"Fight back! We only have about twenty seconds left!"

Upon seeing this, a U.S. Army captain hurriedly shouted.

Upon hearing this, the American soldiers immediately split up to intercept the Steel Seventh Company soldiers on both sides.

Two American squads, alerted by a white officer, turned their guns on Wu Wanli, who had just been there.

However, Wu Wanli, with his superhuman agility, had already used the white fog to rush onto the American tank and operated the tank's mounted heavy machine gun, aiming it at the group of American soldiers.

“Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump…………”

The 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun in Wu Wanli's hand roared fiercely, and countless large-caliber bullets surged out.

"Puff puff……"

At such close range, the unprepared US troops were almost indiscriminately "blown apart" by large-caliber bullets!
Some American soldiers were aiming at Wu Qianli when two 12.7mm bullets shaved half of his head off.

Some American soldiers were pulling out grenades with their right hands, preparing to throw them at the Steel Seventh Company, when a bullet tore the right half of their bodies, along with their ribs, to shreds.

"boom!"

The grenade he didn't have time to throw fell to the ground, killing three American soldiers next to him.

In just seven or eight seconds, Wu Wanli killed more than a dozen American soldiers at close range.

"Someone has infiltrated! Counterattack!"

The U.S. Army captain clutched his badly bruised leg and cried out in pain.

"You bastard, can you even shoot a gun!?"

"You just lie here like a dog, hiding away, you piece of trash!!"

A white U.S. military officer saw Fan Wencheng trembling behind a bunker, kicked him hard in the head, and roared.

"what!"

Fan Wencheng clutched his head, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and rolled on the ground in agony, howling in pain.

"If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll kill you!"

"Take it, and charge over there with us to blast that place!"

Another Black U.S. soldier smashed an M1 grenade into Pham Van Seng's face and shouted.

After he finished cursing, he and several American soldiers simultaneously picked up bazookas, grenades, or guns and rushed toward Wu Wanli in the smoke.

Fan Wencheng, clutching his head wound, gritted his teeth and, with a look of hatred on his face, picked up a grenade launcher and a submachine gun and followed.

"It's there!"

Soon, the black American soldier was the first to spot Wu Wanli firing from the tank in the white fog and shouted a warning.

"No need to get any closer! Just bombard them! Saturation coverage!"

White American military officers immediately gave the order.

Upon hearing this, the American soldiers all raised their guns and bazookas.

Fan Wencheng thought of the coffee cup that had smashed on his head, the humiliation he had suffered during the march, and the insults he had just received. He roared angrily and pointed his grenade at the American troops ahead.

"boom!"

With a loud explosion and a burst of light, shrapnel from the grenade instantly killed or wounded many American soldiers in front of them.

A black U.S. soldier's leg was blown off, exposing a section of bare white bone, with his severed limb lying not far away.

"what!!!"

The black American soldier clutched his leg, tears streaming down his face from the pain, and turned his head with hatred toward the spot where the grenade had been fired.

"Fuck you!"

"It's you, you yellow-skinned pig! How dare you..."

The black American soldier, enduring the pain, tried to reach for his gun.

"I'm not called Yellow-skinned Pig!!!"

Fan Wencheng picked up his submachine gun and began firing at the dead and wounded American soldiers on the ground.

"Da da da da da da..."

A burst of bullets pierced the bodies of these American soldiers, leaving countless bloody holes.

At this moment, Fan Wencheng, who had been suppressing his feelings for so long, suddenly felt a surge of relief.

Hearing the gunshots and explosions so close, Wu Wanli, who was far away, felt a pang of anxiety and quickly jumped off the tank.

"Boom! Boom!"

The next second, two rockets were fired from the other side and exploded instantly on top of the tank he had just been standing on.

Wu Wanli realized that it was no longer safe here, so he ran towards the smoke in the distance and suddenly encountered Fan Wencheng not far away.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

At this moment, Fan Wencheng was holding a bayonet and angrily stabbing at the American soldiers on the ground, his eyes bloodshot and crazed.

When Wu Wanli saw Fan Wencheng's appearance and connected it with the gunshots and explosions just now, he immediately understood what had happened.

"Chinese-American soldiers have turned against their country again?!"

Wu Wanli, puzzled, raised his gun and aimed it at Fan Wencheng.

"I...I killed them!"

Feeling the threat of the gun barrel, Fan Wencheng slowly raised his head and explained somewhat flusteredly.

"Stop talking nonsense, whose side are you on?"

"Help us and we'll go kill American soldiers; if you don't continue, I'll kill you!"

Wu Wanli had no patience to investigate and shouted loudly.

"Which side is it...?"

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person... no! A Chinese person!"

Fan Wencheng touched the wounds on his face and forehead with trembling hands, tears streaming down his face. He picked up his submachine gun and rushed toward the American troops, the muzzle flashing intermittently.

Seeing this, Wu Wanli took out a grenade from his chest and wandered around the battlefield. Based on his sense of the battlefield threat, he moved towards a densely packed area of ​​American troops.

He quickly located the position of an American armored anti-aircraft gun vehicle.

The quadruple heavy machine guns of the US anti-aircraft gun vehicle roared back to life, sweeping fire toward the Steel Seventh Company's charging position.

Wu Wanli used the sound of machine guns to pinpoint the location, then pulled out two grenades, bit off the pins, counted to a few in silence, and threw them toward the source of the sound.

Two grenades flew in a perfect parabola through the air, landing on top of the US anti-aircraft gun vehicle and then exploding violently.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two grenades exploded instantly on the anti-aircraft gun vehicle, and bright red flames engulfed the American soldiers who were firing wildly, tearing them apart along with the bodies of other American soldiers on the half-track armored vehicles.

"Oh no, the Chinese have broken in!"

An American soldier looked at the exploding grenade and shouted.

"kill!"

Not far away, the roar of the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company rang out in unison, and a soldier, bayonet in hand, charged into the American army's ranks.

An American soldier was still leaning against a bunker in the smoke, changing his rifle bullets.

At this moment, Yu Congrong suddenly rushed in front of him, raised his bayonet, and stabbed him in the heart.

"puff--"

The sharp bayonet pierced the American soldier's chest in an instant, and with a quick withdrawal, the stabbed soldier collapsed limply to the ground.

Wu Qianli charged into the crowd like a tiger and quickly stabbed an American soldier to death.

"Wanli! You little brat, are you alright?!" Lei Gong quickly joined the battle, still strong and vigorous despite his age, wielding a bayonet and fighting the American soldiers while shouting worriedly.

"Guys, we can't beat the Chinese!"

"Surrender! We're done fighting!"

At this moment, Wu Wanli was killing American soldiers while simultaneously trying to demoralize them using English with an American accent.

Under the brutal torment of hand-to-hand combat, many American soldiers truly lost the will to resist and surrendered, abandoning their weapons.

Some American soldiers initially wanted to stick together with their comrades to resist, but as the fighting progressed, they discovered that their comrades had surrendered, and then they were stabbed through the heart.

Before long, all the American soldiers who were putting up a stubborn resistance were wiped out, leaving only American prisoners kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

Wu Wanli looked around blankly with his bayonet in hand. After finding no target, he put away his bayonet and walked towards Wu Qianli and the others.

Not long after he left, he saw that Fan Wencheng had also dropped his weapon, but he looked hesitant, unsure whether he should kneel down and surrender with the American soldiers.

"Hey! This is interesting. They dropped their weapons but didn't surrender. Are these American devils just being stubborn?"

Upon seeing Fan Wencheng dressed in an American military uniform, Yu Congrong immediately wanted to smash him with the butt of his rifle.

“If I am a soldier, I will be a prisoner if I drop my weapons and do not resist. There is no strict requirement for me to kneel down.”

Seeing this, Mei Sheng quickly stopped Yu Congrong and said.

"Fine, this guy got off easy."

"I hate Chinese people who work for Americans the most."

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong put away his gun and cursed.

"What Chinese? Maybe Japanese."

Pinghe smiled and said.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The members of the Seventh Steel Company laughed.

Upon hearing this, Fan Wencheng opened his mouth, but ultimately gave up arguing and lowered his head helplessly.

"Wanli is back!"

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Lei Gong noticed Wu Wanli slowly walking in and asked.

"Just a scrape, those American devils are pretty good."

"By the way, this American soldier just betrayed us and helped me, killing several American soldiers, right? Instructor, you should ask him what happened."

Wu Wanli scratched his head and said.

"US troops killing US troops?"

"Is this some kind of internal strife?"

Gao Daxing raised an eyebrow slightly and asked curiously.

"Let me ask him, maybe he doesn't speak Chinese."

Mei Sheng said.

“I…I can speak.”

Fan Wencheng raised his head and said.

"Wow, you speak it quite well."

"Why are you helping the Americans fight the war!"

Upon hearing standard Mandarin, Yu Congrong's disgust deepened, and he asked...

"Why would someone in the US military suddenly betray their comrades and kill them midway through a conflict?"

"You know, if you surrender normally, our Volunteer Army might let you go back to the United States."

Wu Wanli frowned slightly, then asked.

"America...no, I don't want to go back to America."

"It's not the land of gold that's advertised; it's hell, at least for us Chinese!"

Fan Wencheng shook his head quickly as he spoke.

"Your father was...a Chinese laborer?"

Mei Sheng thought for a moment and then spoke.

"No, my father..."

Fan Wencheng suddenly thought of something and hesitated to speak.

"Speak up, or I'll smash you to death with a rifle butt!"

Upon seeing this, Yu Congrong quickly raised the butt of his rifle high and shouted a threat.

“My father helped Americans sell pigs… no, he hired Chinese laborers, but later most of the money he earned was robbed by a group of Americans.”

“I realized that it wasn’t enough for Chinese people to have money in America; they also needed to have power, so I gave away the rest of my wealth and joined the U.S. military.”

"who knows……"

With a slight sob in his voice, Fan Wencheng recounted what happened on the Korean battlefield afterward.

"I am willing to return to China and be a proud Chinese, as long as my descendants can continue to progress..."

"I also know that one of my uncles used to serve in the puppet army. When I return to China, I can identify him and do good for the country!"

Fan Wencheng said, feeling moved.

"His family background is that of a landlord; his father was a comprador; his uncle was a puppet soldier and even served in the US military. He still wants his descendants to make progress in China. He'll be lucky if they can get ID cards in the future..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianli and the others felt a mix of emotions, but they remained silent and looked at Wu Wanli.

After all, Fan Wencheng is helping Wu Wanli, so it's better to let him make the decision.

"you……"

"You are a true traitor with impeccable revolutionary credentials!"

Wu Wanli looked at Fan Wencheng speechlessly, and it took him a long time to squeeze out this sentence.

"That...that was before."

Fan Wencheng swallowed hard and said.

"After we go back, I'll have you join the Han-Puppet Army. After the war, you can stay in Korea."

Wu Wanli took a deep breath, resisting the urge to shoot Fan Wencheng, and said.

"Yes!"

Fan Wencheng realized that he was not popular, so he had no choice but to agree.

"Report to the company commander, the battlefield has been cleaned up."

"Weapons and ammunition have all been replenished, and crucially, the US military's tanks and anti-aircraft guns are still operational!"

He Changgui ran back quickly and reported to Wu Qianli.

"It can be used, but we don't have enough people who know how to operate it!"

"At most two tanks can be driven away, what a pity..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianli sighed.

"I can, I can drive!"

"Besides, I know which other people in the military can carry out the operation. If they don't cooperate, just say you'll kill them, and they'll definitely cooperate!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Wencheng immediately knew that his chance to shine had come, and quickly said...

"Alright, then go find the man and we'll turn around with these heavy armored vehicles in our Seventh Company."

"If you do a good job, you'll be a squad leader in the Han Chinese auxiliary army when we get back!"

"Soon our Volunteer Army's armored forces will storm the US 1st Marine Division command post, and we will surely win this battle!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli smiled excitedly and said domineeringly.

(End of this chapter)