Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 111 is finished! It's China's armored forces!
Before long, Fan Wencheng pulled out several American soldiers from the prisoners and, together with Yu Congrong and others, dragged them out.

"Report! They can drive tanks and armored vehicles!"

"I even know the exact location of the 1st Marine Division command post, and I know where the division flag is!"

"I'll lead the way for our Chinese Heavenly Army!"

Fan Wencheng pointed at the group of American soldiers, trying his best to prove his own value.

"Chinese Heavenly Army... Company Commander, that's a really powerful name!"

"I heard the storyteller say that in the past, many countries did indeed call us Heavenly Army, while they foreign countries were all barbarians!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong couldn't help but grin.

"Don't bring outdated ideas! We are the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, and the Chinese people voluntarily participated in the Korean War."

Mei Sheng paused for two seconds before correcting him.

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianli and the others couldn't help but look at their arms, where the shoulder insignia of the Chinese People's Liberation Army had once been.

But they removed them all before entering the capital.

Once this is removed, countless people will never be able to wear it again.

"Company commander, what should we do with some of the wounded soldiers?"

Gao Daxing, holding a soldier from the Seventh Steel Company with a broken leg, asked.

"I...I can still fight!"

The soldier from the Seventh Steel Company tried to stand up with his rifle, but almost fell over from the pain.

"Company commander, we need to leave some men here."

Pinghe looked at the wounded and said.

"Leave all the wounded, whether light or seriously wounded, and also keep watch over these American prisoners while waiting for reinforcements. Most of the medicine is for you."

"Take care of yourself!"

Wu Qianli handed a small box of medicine from his chest to a lightly wounded soldier and said.

Upon hearing this, the wounded nodded emphatically and tried their best to organize themselves in an orderly manner.

"Steel Seventh Company!"

Wu Qianli pulled the cold bolt of his gun and shouted loudly.

"To!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company stood up straight and shouted loudly.

"Get the tanks! Get the armored vehicles!"

"Let's go together and strike straight at the heart of the 1st Marine Division!"

Wu Qianli shouted loudly.

"war!"

Wu Wanli raised the flag of the Seventh Steel Company, stained with blood and gunpowder, and roared.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company shouted as they climbed onto the heavy tanks and half-track anti-aircraft guns.

"Rumble--"

The Pershing heavy tank, as imposing as a steel tower, slowly turned around and headed toward the command post of the 1st Marine Division.

The steel tracks sawed and crushed the snow and pebbles on the road, while the massive cannon barrels twisted and turned to aim.

Wu Wanli stood on the tank, looking down majestically ahead. The biting wind blew his white cloak fluttering with the snow, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Americans, their offense and defense have become aliens!!!"

Wu Wanli slammed his fist on the tank and roared.

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1st Marine Division Command
"Sir, the southern defense line is about to fall! Many positions are already on the verge of collapse due to the Chinese army's attacks, and some have even been lost!"

"They said they didn't see any reinforcements, not a single one!"

The U.S. Chief of Staff repeatedly shouted to Major General Smith.

"What?!"

"Didn't I send out all the remaining armored units?!"

"Take it back! Take all the positions back!!"

"Where did they go? Did Johnson and the rest of them defect?!"

Smith angrily swept all the documents off the table and roared.

"Sir, I've already contacted Major Johnson's unit urgently, but there's still no news..."

The U.S. Chief of Staff lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"What did you say? No news at all?!"

"They are an elite force with heavy armor; they can't be wiped out by a small group that slipped through before they even reach the southern front!"

General Smith slammed his cap on the table and said.

"Sir, perhaps... something really did happen?"

"Have you forgotten the lessons learned from Shinshin-ri and Hagaru-ri, and from the small hillock?"

The U.S. Chief of Staff paused for a few seconds before speaking.

"You mean that Chinese steel company?"

Smith paused for a moment, then immediately realized what he meant and said...

"Sir, it's always good to plan ahead."

"If the war really goes badly, we..."

As the U.S. Chief of Staff spoke, he took out two sets of ordinary soldiers' uniforms.

"Fuck you!"

"Are you trying to make me wear this and run away like a rat?!"

"I am a Major General of the United States! I also have the dignity of a soldier!"

Smith knocked the two sets of ordinary soldiers' uniforms to the ground and said.

“Sir, I was just saying just in case.”

"I have given a direct order to the armored and reserve forces in the north, instructing them to quickly eliminate the blocking forces of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army and advance south with all their might."

"Perhaps, we still have a chance..."

The U.S. Chief of Staff said calmly.

"A turning point? What turning point?"

"Should we stabilize the southern front with the support of armored forces?"

Major General Smith was slightly taken aback, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, and he asked.

"Sir, this is a dignified opportunity to break through to the east under the cover of the army."

"We need to face reality. We had already lost half the battle when we recklessly rushed to Changjin Lake."

The U.S. Chief of Staff picked up the ordinary U.S. soldier's uniform from the ground and sighed.

"If the armored forces and reinforcements can't get here, are we going to have to sneak out this way?"

Smith frowned slightly and asked.

"Sir, you have the dignity of an American general, but what about the prestige of America as the leader of the free world?"

"If you were captured or beheaded by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, America would be in almost the same humiliation as the Qing Empire losing the First Sino-Japanese War."

"You must understand that the influence of Britain and France has not been completely dismantled, and the United States is currently at a crucial juncture in its national prosperity!"

To make Smith see reality clearly, the US military chief of staff exaggerated.

"I see……"

"Hopefully, the armored forces can break through the Volunteer Army's blockade and come to the rescue ahead of schedule..."

"Have the soldiers burn important documents and prepare for the retreat and breakout. We need to prepare for the worst."

Smith picked up the American soldier's uniform and smiled bitterly.

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Burial in northern Miri

A fleet of US tanks and armored vehicles were turning around, preparing to attack from the south.

However, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers on the north side, who had already received orders to fight to the death, picked up explosive packs and demolition charges and launched repeated assaults on the American tanks.

"Da da da da da da da..."

The machine guns mounted on more than a dozen American tanks roared, raining bullets down on the bodies of the charging Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

The sounds of flesh being torn apart rang out, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

One by one, heroes fell and now rest here forever.

The bright red blood stained the cold white snow, and the pounding of the submachine guns still called to the hearts of the innocent!

"Drip drip drip drip drip drip!"

The bugle call of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army echoed across the battlefield, but because the bugle had been pierced by a bullet, the sound it blew was inexplicably a little hoarse.

Another wave of volunteer soldiers leaped up and launched a fearless, dispersed assault on the American tanks.

Not far away, due to the heavy casualties at the front, the logistics personnel also reached the blocking circle.

Among them, the fifth logistics squad was closest to the battlefield.

"Success! Could we take them out? We've already wiped out seven or eight comrades!"

Sergeant Ma pointed at the American tank machine gun spitting fire in the distance and shouted, "Watch this!"

He successfully picked up the Type 38 rifle, aimed it at a machine gunner on an American tank, quickly pulled the trigger and bolt, firing three shots in quick succession.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Accompanied by the distinctive sound of the Type 38 rifle, three highly penetrating bullets left the barrel.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two of the bullets missed their mark, striking the armor of the American tank and creating sparks, leaving only two dents.

The last bullet finally pierced the chest of the machine gunner on the American tank, and the machine gun immediately went silent.

"Cheng... Brother Cheng is amazing!"

Xu Mumu had just finished treating a wounded soldier when she saw her fellow villager doing a great job, and couldn't help but praise him happily.

"Well done! Keep it up, someone will give you credit!"

Seeing this, Squad Leader Ma patted Chenggong on the shoulder and said...

"record merits……"

"How many American devils do you have to kill to get into the Steel Seventh Company..."

A hint of excitement flashed in Chenggong's eyes as he murmured softly.

"What's wrong, Comrade Chenggong? Are you injured?"

Squad Leader Ma noticed something unusual about the success and asked a question.

"fine."

As he spoke, Chenggong changed the bullets in his gun.

At this moment, a volunteer army officer, crouching low and clutching a wound on his arm, ran over quickly.

"Comrade, what's the situation?"

Upon seeing this, Squad Leader Ma quickly asked.

Xu Mumu was the first to notice the wound on the volunteer army officer and rushed over to help treat it.

"They're all dead! They're all dead!"

"I'm the only one left in my platoon. The other platoons have also suffered heavy losses. We need reinforcements, otherwise we won't be able to stop these American armored vehicles!"

The volunteer platoon leader carefully wiped away his tears, which had almost turned into ice crystals, and said.

"I'm a Party member, I'm the first to sign up!"

Upon hearing this, Squad Leader Ma felt a pang of pain in his heart and said...

"Me too! I'm a Party member too!"

Another soldier from the fifth logistics squad shouted.

"Wow, I'm fast! Even the village dogs can't keep up with me!"

Xu Mumu shouted with a serious expression.

"And me! We Hunanese are not afraid to die!"

A middle-aged soldier from Hunan shouted.

“I’m going too. Back then, the Huai Army relied on us Anhui people to fight the Japanese in Korea during the First Sino-Japanese War!”

"If it were Americans now, they would fight the same way!"

A young soldier from Anhui shouted.

Soon, almost everyone in the fifth logistics team signed up.

Faced with matters of principle, Cheng Gong did not hesitate to raise his hand, indicating his willingness to be a member.

"Good, they're all good comrades..."

Seeing this, the volunteer platoon leader couldn't help but feel moved and said...

This is just a microcosm.

Not far away, many volunteers ran to these logistics support teams and quickly recruited a group of soldiers to join them.

"Comrades, the American planes have killed the people of Northeast China. Should we continue to do as before and not resist?"

An instructor looked at the soldiers and loudly gave a final pre-battle pep talk.

"No!"

In an instant, people from all over China, speaking in various accents, shouted in unison.

"Instructor, I am willing to sacrifice for my country, but may I ask one last question?"

After a moment's hesitation, he asked.

"Comrade, you speak."

"That's what the instructor said."

Will anyone remember everything we do today?

Success hesitated for two seconds before asking.

"meeting!"

"The Party will remember us! The motherland will remember us! All descendants of the Chinese nation will remember us!"

Even if... our names are unknown, our deeds will be remembered forever!

The instructor shouted loudly with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, the volunteer soldiers below were all shaken. The tension from before vanished, and a resolute look appeared in their eyes.

"We are the Chinese People's Volunteer Army!"

"To defend our motherland and our people, we swear to never retreat!!"

"Comrades, charge with me!!!"

After shouting the order, the young and refined instructor was the first to grab a satchel charge and charge toward the American tanks.

"Drip drip drip drip drip drip!"

At this moment, a new wave of clarion calls rang out like the roar of the Chinese nation.

"I will never give up!"

Xu Mumu, clutching the demolition charge, charged toward the American tank.

"May your name be remembered forever!"

Success, with tears in his eyes, resolutely launched the charge.

The fifth logistics squad, along with countless nameless heroic soldiers, dispersed into small teams and, under the cover of fire, desperately charged toward the American tanks.

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1st Marine Division Command
"Sir, it's over, our hopes are dashed..."

"Those Chinese were like madmen, willing to die in entire units in order to block our armored forces from returning to reinforce."

"We have no flags left to fly at now..."

The U.S. Chief of Staff, holding a battle report, said with a somber tone.

"What!?"

"Will they really stop our armored forces even if we suffer organized casualties?"

"Are they crazy? Don't they want to go home?!"

Smith asked, somewhat incredulously.

“Sir, they may indeed be a bunch of lunatics, but they are a bunch of lunatics that we cannot defeat.”

"General, we have no chance of winning. Let's leave now, before the Volunteer Army gets entangled with us."

As the U.S. Chief of Staff spoke, he sighed, took off his military cap, and looked at the U.S. soldier uniforms prepared on the table.

"All right……"

Smith paused for a moment, then finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

At that moment, his back hunched over instantly, making him look as if he had aged ten years.

"Sir, an armored unit is rapidly advancing towards our command post!"

At that moment, a U.S. soldier rushed into the command post and shouted anxiously.

"What?!"

"Armored units are suddenly heading our way? Aren't they tied up with the Chinese troops to the north?"

"Could it be that Johnson's armored units have returned to reinforce?"

"Okay, if that's the case, I won't hold him responsible."

Upon hearing this, Major General Smith's eyes lit up instantly, and he asked as if he had grasped a lifeline.

However, the US Chief of Staff standing to the side was slightly taken aback, then opened his mouth wide, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought of the worst possibility.

"Sir, they opened fire and killed our outer reconnaissance squad, and are heading straight for us. They're clearly launching an attack!"

"According to a wounded reconnaissance soldier who returned, all he could see was a bright red flag flying on a Pershing tank!"

The American soldier swallowed hard and said in a panic.

"Sir, it's over!"

"This is China's armored force!!!"

The US Chief of Staff, who had been holding his breath, finally lost his composure and exclaimed in shock, his face ashen.

(End of this chapter)