Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 114 Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang Enter Korea to Fight!
"I'll say it again!"

"Please issue the order for the entire 1st Marine Division to surrender!"

"The third time, let the guns do the talking!"

Wu Wanli grabbed Smith by the collar and shouted.

Fan Wencheng, standing to the side, translated in a firm tone.

"Fuck you!"

"I am a general of the United States of America! How dare you treat me so rudely?! Is China going to tear up the Geneva Convention?!"

"I want to see your supreme commander! I demand the treatment I deserve!"

Seeing so many people watching, Major General Smith gritted his teeth and hardened his resolve.

"See our supreme commander? You're a dead man, how could you possibly see him?!"

Wu Wanli smiled dismissively and said.

"What do you mean? I know your Chinese army is disciplined, and you have political commissars! You're not allowed to act recklessly!"

Major General Smith seemed to have guessed what Wu Wanli was planning to do. His pupils contracted rapidly, and he shouted loudly at the people nearby.

"Ten thousand miles..."

Mei hesitated for a moment, intending to step forward and stop him.

"Instructor, I suddenly remembered some important information that I need you to know."

Wu Qianli grasped Mei Sheng's hand, shook his head, and hinted.

"Okay, I'll go take a look..."

Mei Sheng thought for a moment, then followed Wu Qianli out.

Outdoors
"Don't stop this kid, he wants to save his comrades in the Ninth Legion who are fighting a bloody battle..."

Wu Qianli took out a cigarette and handed it to Mei Sheng.

"Company Commander, I'm only doing this for Comrade Wu Wanli's own good."

"Everyone knows that the battle is already won, so he should at least have consulted his superiors before pulling this stunt..."

Mei Sheng took the cigarette, but held it to his ear and said.

"If we relied on asking for permission to fight... then our Steel Seventh Company wouldn't have so much glory today."

"Besides, you're doing this for my brother's sake, but he's doing it to save the 100,000 volunteer soldiers who are currently fighting a bloody battle!"

"The Ninth Army has fought to this point, and tens of thousands of comrades have already died. The veterans are bleeding dry!"

"If Wan Li succeeds now, the entire 1st Marine Division will collapse instantly. We will win this decisive battle ahead of time, instead of a Pyrrhic victory!"

Wu Qianli clenched the cigarette pack in his hand into a crumpled ball and said with heartache.

"To save 100,000 volunteer soldiers, okay..."

Hearing the still intense gunfire in the distance, Mei Sheng sighed and murmured to himself.

indoor
Major General Smith looked at Mei Sheng and Wu Qianli who suddenly walked out and instantly guessed what it meant.

"Write!"

"Major General Smith, commander of the 1st Marine Division, attempted to seize a gun and kill people after being captured!"

"He was discovered in time by Comrade Wu Wanli and shot dead on the spot!"

Wu Wanli stood with his hands behind his back and spoke to Gao Daxing beside him.

"what?"

"Not a single word changed?"

Gao Daxing was slightly taken aback and asked.

"Not a single word has been changed!"

Wu Wanli loaded the bullet and said coldly.

Oh my god!

"The sky over North Korea has turned dark!!"

Upon hearing the translation, Smith immediately shouted out in grief and indignation.

“Start from the bottom up, kill your chief of staff first, and that will prove it to you.”

Wu Wanli smiled slightly and pointed his gun at the US Chief of Staff standing next to him.

"What?!"

"What does this have to do with me?!"

"I'm willing to cooperate! I'm willing!"

The US Chief of Staff was gently rubbing his recently bandaged wound, preparing for his prisoner's meal, when he heard this and felt like the sky had fallen. He shouted with a strong will to survive.

"Let's kill a deputy division commander to liven things up first."

Wu Wanli shifted the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at Brigadier General Krullak's head.

"Shit!"

"I will give the order! I will order the entire division to surrender!"

"Just shoot Smith, then it'll be perfectly logical for me to take over command and give the orders!"

Upon hearing this, Brigadier General Krullack quickly pointed at Smith and said...

Smith: "???!"

"Great idea!"

Wu Wanli lost his patience, and his murderous aura instantly spread out as he prepared to shoot Smith dead.

"and many more!"

"I promise you! I promise you!"

"The US 1st Marine Division will surrender en masse to the Chinese Iron Company!"

Major General Smith stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, cold sweat pouring down his back.

"No need for that, it was won by the entire Ninth Legion through their desperate efforts."

"Just order a surrender."

Seeing that Smith was finally willing to cooperate, Wu Wanli put away his gun.

"Yes, yes!"

Smith nodded shakily.

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North side of Miri

The billowing smoke from the battlefield mingled with the pure white snowflakes, making it particularly striking.

The bodies of volunteer soldiers lay scattered everywhere, and the heat of the explosion melted the snow.

Snowmelt and blood flowed together thickly on the scorched earth, until they turned into ice crystals.

Behind a tank wreck engulfed in flames
"You idiot, wake up!"

After successfully bandaging Xu Mumu's wound, he anxiously pressed his philtrum and called out.

"Cheng...Brother Cheng, have we reached the bottom yet?"

Xu Mumu woke up slightly weakly and asked.

"This is the Korean War! You were just knocked unconscious by the shockwave of an artillery shell, so I dragged you here!"

"We're still under threat, wake up now!"

Successfully shook Xu Mumu's body and shouted loudly.

"boom!"

Just then, a tank shell exploded in the distance, the massive sound wave engulfing the words of success.

Xu Mumu could only see Chenggong's mouth agape, but couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Da da da!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A stray bullet struck the steel wreckage of the tank behind Xu Mumu, bringing him back to his senses.

"Brother Chenggong, the American devils haven't finished blowing up their tanks yet, we have to go carry out our mission!"

Xu Mumu saw the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers still charging towards the American tanks in the distance and quickly shouted.

"What are you doing!"

"Look what you have in your hands!?"

"We should fight to the death to complete the mission, but not to send ourselves to our deaths!"

Successfully grabbed Xu Mumu and shouted loudly.

"Sending them to their deaths..."

"But what about those American tanks and armored vehicles?"

Xu Mumu looked at the rifle in her hand, noticing that even the explosive pack was gone, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"I hadn't been on the front lines much before. I just listened to the legendary stories of the Steel Seventh Company all day long, and I thought I could beat the American troops like dogs, just like the Steel Seventh Company."

"Only now do we realize that even the remnants of the US armored forces can slaughter countless soldiers..."

Successfully swallowed hard, looking at the soldiers falling one by one after being shot in the distance, his heart felt incredibly heavy.

"Rumble..."

At that moment, an American heavy tank drove toward their location, seemingly having spotted them.

As the massive cannon slowly turned, Xu Mumu froze, stunned, because he couldn't think of any way to escape the tank's attacks.

At this moment, Chenggong felt no fear, only resentment, resentment that he had died before achieving any glorious feats.

However, when the large cannon barrels were pointed at them, they simply stopped moving.

Before long, the tank crewmen inside actually climbed out one by one, their eyes full of resentment as they raised their hands at Chenggong and Xu Mumu.

"Brother Chenggong, does that gesture mean... they're surrendering to us?!"

Xu Mumu stared wide-eyed at the man who had successfully mimicked the American soldier's surrender gesture and asked a question.

"Surrender to us?"

He successfully stood up and looked around.

All the American tanks and armored vehicles came to a stop, and the American soldiers inside all slunk out, raising their hands in surrender.

"Idiot, am I dreaming?"

"All the American armored units, including the infantry, have surrendered to us!"

Chenggong stared in shock at the scene, pinched Xu Mumu's thigh hard, and asked.

"Ah! It hurts!"

Xu Mumu quickly patted the hand that had successfully pinched her and shouted.

"That's true, it's really true!"

"I have won a great victory!"

"Hahahaha...I'm a hero too!"

He looked down at the American soldiers and laughed loudly.

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Chinese People's Volunteer Army, Army-level Command

"what happened?"

"This should be the most intense moment of the final offensive, so why is there no gunfire?!"

Kong Jie rubbed his dark circles and asked with a frown.

"Commander, great news! A huge victory!"

"The Seventh Steel Company successfully raided the command post of the U.S. 1st Marine Division and captured all senior officers of the division headquarters!"

"The division commander, Major General Smith, the deputy division commander, Brigadier General Krullak, the US Army Chief of Staff, and a group of field officers have all been captured by the Steel Seventh Company!"

The chief of staff, his face flushed with excitement, shouted loudly, spitting as he spoke, a rare occurrence for him.

"What did you say?!"

"The Seventh Steel Company has captured the entire headquarters of the U.S. 1st Marine Division!"

Kong Jie opened his mouth wide, his hand unconsciously loosened, and he shouted loudly, "Bang!"

A porcelain-white water cup with the words "Serve the People" printed in red fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Not only that, Comrade Wu Wanli also held a gun to Smith's head and forced him to give the order to surrender!"

"The entire 1st Marine Division has surrendered as a whole!!"

The chief of staff handed the battle report to Kong Jie, his heart pounding in his chest with excitement.

"An entire US division surrendered!"

"An entire division! The highest-ranking unit on the entire Eastern Front! Surrendered as a whole!"

"We have captured all the surviving American troops on the Eastern Front!!"

Kong Jie took a deep breath excitedly and paced back and forth in the room, repeating himself over and over.

"Yes, sir!"

"Including a large number of American heavy tanks, heavy armored vehicles, anti-aircraft guns, anti-aircraft machine guns, and large-caliber howitzers!"

"A large number of heavy machine guns, submachine guns, bazookas, flamethrowers, rifle grenades..."

"And compressed biscuits, chocolate, candy, red wine..."

"There was even a large amount of meat that the US military had previously airlifted over!"

said the chief of staff.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

"Once Lao Li and the others find out, let's see if they still say that I, Kong Jie, am only good at defensive battles?"

"I wasn't wrong about Wu Wanli. He single-handedly changed the situation of 100,000 volunteers fighting to the death and ended this meat grinder-like decisive battle ahead of schedule!"

Kong Jie slammed his hand on the table and said happily.

"Yes!"

"The highest record that Commander Li Yunlong had previously defeated was nothing more than a Nationalist army division like the 7th Provisional Division."

"We're fighting a genuine elite U.S. division, the main force of the Marine Corps that fought in the Pacific War!"

"These American soldiers who dared to charge into the air against Japanese Zero fighters, and they even boasted that they had crossed the Yalu River before Christmas?"

"Now we've wiped them all out!"

The chief of staff slammed his hand on the table and said.

"Send a telegram to the CEO immediately to inform him of this wonderful news!"

Kong Jie said with a smile.

"Yes!"

The chief of staff replied.

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Just as the Chinese People's Volunteer Army was achieving a complete victory on the eastern front of the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, it also achieved great success on the western front.

They not only recaptured Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea, but also dealt a heavy blow to the US Eighth Army.

The remaining American troops and South Korean troops mingled together and hurriedly retreated to the rear.

"Fuck you!"

"Drive faster, faster!"

Lieutenant General Walker, covered in dust and dirt, patted the metal of the jeep and shouted to the driver in front.

"Sir, we're already going very fast. Any faster and we can't guarantee safety."

"Besides, the Chinese army only has two legs, so there's no way they can catch up with us."

The American pilot in front explained with a forced smile.

"Shit!"

"There's no way we can catch up. What was that three-pronged raid all about? How did their light infantry manage to be faster than our mechanized troops?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, floor the gas, buddy!"

"The danger of speeding is much less than being overtaken by the Chinese army!"

Lieutenant General Walker frowned impatiently and shouted.

"Alright, then you'd better sit tight!"

The U.S. military driver gripped the steering wheel tightly and slammed on the gas pedal.

"Ugh——"

The Jeep's engine roared to life instantly, and at its incredible speed, the surrounding scenery blurred past like afterimages.

Before Lieutenant General Walker could react, his body was violently thrown backward by inertia.

The wind and snow howled loudly, pounding against the car's windshield, reducing visibility to extremely low levels.

Lieutenant General Walker felt the Jeep's body trembling slightly, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

"Hey buddy, how about we slow down..."

Lieutenant General Walker was about to say, "Slow down."

"Fuck you!"

The driver in front suddenly saw a large truck speeding ahead and tried to brake, but it seemed too late.

"Bang!!!"

The jeep crashed violently into the truck, its front end instantly crushed and shattered, and the entire vehicle flipped over.

Walker felt a sharp pain explode in his brain and then lost consciousness.

In front, in the truck
"Oh no, it looks like we've been in a car accident..."

Park Kyung-rae stared blankly at the jeep in front of him, his heart churning with turmoil.

In the distance, countless American soldiers rushed toward the overturned jeep, frantically lifting it up.

A large group of American soldiers charged toward the truck, each carrying a gun and looking menacing, clearly indicating they had ill intentions.

"Damn it, we look like we're going to get shot..."

Pu Qinglai said, his body trembling.

"Axiba!"

It's you, not us!

Upon seeing this, Li Guoshun, who was in the passenger seat, immediately tried to get out of the car to escape involvement.

However, he was pulled out by American soldiers as soon as he opened the car door.

far away
With the combined efforts of several American soldiers, they finally managed to lift the jeep and free Lieutenant General Walker.

However, they fell silent for a moment as they looked at Walker's exploded head and his blood-stained body.

"Sir, should we call a medic to treat the general?"

An American soldier paused for a moment, then asked.

"With injuries like this, he probably doesn't need a doctor..."

"Go and call the priest over to perform a funeral service and prayer for General Walker..."

A U.S. military officer checked Walker's breathing with his hand and said.

As a result, Lieutenant General Walker, the highest-ranking officer of the U.S. Eighth Army on the western front, was killed by South Korean forces, making him the highest-ranking officer killed by South Korean forces in the Korean War.

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Inside a house in China
"Old Zhao, what the hell are you looking at? You seem so engrossed!"

Li Yunlong asked.

"I'm reading a newspaper about the Korean War."

"Kong Jie fought brilliantly! He has severely damaged the US 1st Marine Division on the eastern front of Chosin Reservoir and surrounded it in Zangmi Village."

"We were just one step away from annihilating them, and we were worried that something might go wrong."

A smile mixed with worry appeared on Zhao Gang's face as he spoke.

"Hey! That Kong Er Lüzi (Kong the Fool) thinks he can fight?"

"He's like a pig with a scallion stuck in its nose, trying to act like an elephant! He was only given the opportunity to take command because the leader was sick."

"It was also he who found that elite soldier named Wu Wanli, and that precious Steel Seventh Company!"

"If this company were under my command, I would have wiped out the US 1st Marine Division long ago."

Li Yunlong said.

"Old Li, you're being biased."

"Which battle, the Battle of Xinxingli or the Battle of Hagaru-ri, wasn't spectacular?"

Zhao Gang smiled helplessly, pointed at Li Yunlong, and said.

"Hey! Old Zhao, why did they send Kong Jie instead of the two of us?"

"I remember that the old brigade commander knew about the war in Korea a long time ago. You happened to be having dinner at his house at that time, and you might have even chatted with him. Didn't you mention my name?"

Li Yunlong asked.

"Old Li, don't wrong me. Back then, the fact that we went to fight in Korea was no secret to people of our rank."

"Moreover, I had a subtle conversation with the brigade commander, asking if he would recommend me if there were a new national war in the future."

"Guess what the brigade commander said? He said he was afraid he wouldn't be able to command you overseas!"

Zhao Gang smiled helplessly and said.

"Stop talking nonsense. So Kong Jie is the only one who got born of a biological mother, and I'm the only one who got born of a stepmother. They get to eat meat while we're stuck here in the country like idiots?"

"If you ask me, why don't you dare to fight the brigade commander?"

"A cowardly general makes a cowardly army. Our old base in northwestern Shanxi didn't get to fight in the Korean War, and that's all your fault, Old Zhao!"

Li Yunlong said, feigning anger.

"Old Li, who are you cursing? Are you out of your mind...?"

Zhao Gang knew that Li Yunlong was just a little unconvinced, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Ring ring ring..."

At this time, the phone rang.

"Hello? Which son of a bitch is calling so late!"

Li Yunlong shouted.

"Li Yunlong! What did you say?!"

Suddenly, the voice of Li Yunlong's old brigade commander came through the phone.

"Hey! Old brigade commander!"

Upon hearing the voice, Li Yunlong's expression instantly changed to a smile, and even his voice softened.

"Li Yunlong! You're swearing again, aren't you?"

"That's what the old political commissar said on the other end of the phone."

"Which son of a bitch snitched on me?"

Li Yunlong looked outside and cursed.

"Don't wrong people, I'm just guessing."

"You better behave yourself and don't cause any trouble for me during this time!"

"In the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, the Ninth Army suffered heavy losses, and it is estimated that at least half of them have to be withdrawn."

"You'll be fighting in the Korean War!"

The old brigade commander said.

"Us? The Korean War?"

"Old brigade commander, you mean... we can also take Old Zhao along?"

Li Yunlong was slightly taken aback, then his eyes lit up with joy, and he asked.

"It's still in the discussion stage, so don't spout nonsense. The boss doesn't have a good impression of you, so you'd better behave yourself!"

"Otherwise, you still want to fight in the Korean War? You'd be welcome to go to the Jiangnan Textile Factory!"

The brigade commander said with a smile on the other end of the phone.

(End of this chapter)