Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 122: The Clash of the Strongest Armies of China and the United States!
"Killing one elite American soldier and you can directly join the Steel Seventh Company?!"

Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Chenggong's eyes.

"Kill the American devils, and charge straight into the Steel Seventh Company!"

A new recruit shouted and followed closely behind his squad leader.

"Kill the American soldiers, advance to the Seventh Company!"

"Kill the American soldiers, advance to the Seventh Company!"

"..."

The new recruits in the Seventh Steel Company were all red-eyed, picked up their guns and rushed desperately to the flanks and rear of their respective squad leaders.

Each of them wanted to secure the leading position in the charge without disrupting the army's formation.

They gazed at the red flag of the Seventh Steel Company fluttering in the wind ahead, their eyes filled with an almost fanatical longing.

Holding the red flag, Liu Hanqing felt countless gazes behind him. When he turned around and saw everyone's eyes, he was slightly taken aback, and his excitement was amplified.

"Instructor Liu, the men of the Seventh Steel Company don't need to look back when they charge."

"Because we have comrades on our backs whom we can entrust with our mission."

Wu Wanli said.

"Yes!"

Liu Hanqing responded loudly, raising the red flag in his hand even higher.

The veterans of the Seventh Steel Company felt no excitement or agitation, only calmness and killing intent.

They didn't need to shout slogans; former company commander Wu Qianli and former political instructor Mei Sheng, who had just left, were being besieged by elite American troops.

If Wu Wanli had chosen to abandon Xicun and set up defenses in the rear, they might have been disheartened.

But seeing Wu Wanli charging towards Xicun at the forefront, they were all filled with fighting spirit.

Never abandon or give up is not just a slogan, but something that is integrated into every battle of the Steel Seventh Company!

Soon, a U.S. scout spotted the 7th Steel Company's formation in the distance.

Unlike the panic of ordinary American soldiers, he decisively lay down, raised his gun in one smooth motion, and completed aiming within two seconds, preparing to pull the trigger of his submachine gun.

However, Wu Wanli did not need to lie down. He simply raised the muzzle of his gun, adjusted it based on a moment's judgment and feeling, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A bullet, spinning like a meteor, pierced the American soldier's head, splattering blood and brain matter onto the snow.

At the same time, the veteran soldiers in the front ranks of the 7th Steel Company opened fire, and the dense bullets killed two other American reconnaissance soldiers.

"Lie down!"

Sensing the threat on the battlefield, Wu Wanli shouted and tackled Liu Hanqing to the ground.

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company reacted quickly, scattering and falling to the ground.

At that moment, orange-red gunfire erupted simultaneously from the houses on the left and right of the village entrance.

"Da da da da da da..."

Amidst the intense roar of machine guns, two fiery snakes crossed and covered the heads of the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company.

"Company commander, I'm going to carry the explosives and blow them up!"

Xu Mumu looked at a fallen soldier, gritted her teeth, picked up a bomb, and was about to rush out.

"Come back, you idiot! Are you trying to die charging at the crossfire point?!"

"Watch my marksmanship!"

Successfully pulled Xu Mumu back, gritting his teeth as he tried to raise his gun and aim at the machine gun muzzle, wanting to take down the American firing point with one shot and make a contribution.

"Machine gun cover!"

"Bomb them with rockets!"

Wu Wanli shouted.

In an instant, the heavy machine guns of the 7th Steel Company roared to life, and several even larger fire snakes blasted through the walls of the houses, sending dirt and stones flying. The American firepower was reduced considerably in an instant.

At the same time, Pinghe and Gao Daxing simultaneously picked up their bazookas and fired them at the houses on either side.

"call out--"

"call out--"

Two rockets, trailing white smoke, struck the firing port of the house and exploded instantly.

Intense flames erupted immediately, and debris from the explosion burst into the building, tearing apart the flesh and blood of American soldiers and plastering it to the walls.

The gunfire at the village entrance ceased immediately, and the American resistance was wiped out.

"Well... I remember our Volunteer Army didn't have that much firepower when we fought."

Xu Mumu swallowed hard and sighed.

"This……"

Successfully lowered the gun he had been aiming at, speechless for a moment.

"This is the Steel Seventh Company, currently the sharpest blade of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, without exception!"

Wu Siyi's eyes gleamed with pride as he spoke seriously.

"There are plenty of opportunities to make contributions, no rush."

"Follow the company commander's orders and we'll definitely be able to kill the American troops."

The prehistoric being smiled kindly and patted the two on the shoulders to comfort them.

At this moment, Wu Wanli was grabbing the only surviving Chinese-American wounded soldier and quickly interrogating him.

"Tell me the location of your artillery positions."

Wu Wanli asked coldly.

"America will lead the free world to defeat the Red Terror!"

"No matter how much you and your steel company do, you can only achieve local victories; you can never defeat the mighty United States!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The Chinese-American soldier pointed at Wu Wanli's head and shouted with laughter.

"Even if the United States is powerful, it still belongs to a minority of white people."

"You idiot, you've been brainwashed to this extent, no wonder you were able to get into this elite US military unit."

"If you die on the battlefield for the Americans, just wait until your wife and children are ostracized and then devoured!"

Wu Wanli smiled sarcastically and said in a low voice.

"You, you bastard..."

The Chinese-American soldier, thinking of his wife and children, suddenly felt immense unease. Overwhelmed by anxiety, he vomited blood and died.

"Thank you for the intelligence and the location of the artillery positions. I'll bury you after the battle, as a thank you!"

Wu Wanli looked at the dead traitor on the ground with a smile and shouted loudly.

He wasn't just chatting idly; he was simply spending half a minute giving a reasonable explanation for opening his third eye later.

"The location of the artillery positions?"

"You little rascal, tell me where it is!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Gong instantly became excited.

"It's a bit far now, we can't reach it yet, we'll talk about it later."

"Seventh Steel Company, follow me and charge into the village from the entrance!"

Hearing the gunfire from inside, Wu Wanli felt a pang of worry and quickened his pace.

After all, the fact that the US military was able to set up a blocking and reconnaissance point at the entrance of the village indicates that they had already cleared the entrance some time ago.

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company shouted.

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Xicun, Third Battalion Headquarters

"Battalion Commander, this American force is definitely an elite unit!"

"They launched a frenzied attack, and the outer defenses have completely collapsed. The blocking perimeter outside the battalion headquarters probably won't hold for much longer!"

Mei Sheng reported anxiously.

"boom!"

A cannon shot rang out in the distance, and the shockwave shook the houses, causing countless grains of sand to fall.

"Even if you can't hold on, you have to keep going!"

"The more frantic the US military becomes, the more it proves the necessity for us to stop them!"

"Once they get past us, they can directly threaten the boss and his team!"

"The Seventh Steel Company is nearby. Wanli and the others will definitely come to our aid. We must hold on, even if it means fighting to the death!"

Wu Qianli gave the order with a resolute look in his eyes.

"Battalion Commander, there's nothing more to say. It's just a fight to the death."

"I just regret that when my wife was pursuing me, I never turned around to look at her one last time."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Mei Sheng's eyes held no tears, his words were devoid of sentimentality, only a hearty, unhurried laugh and the gesture of drawing his pistol. "Anyway, Wanli is a good kid, and his parents are taken care of, so let's beat him!"

"Everyone in the battalion who can move, take your guns and come with me to support the front lines!"

Wu Qianli, equally nonchalant, drew his gun and shouted loudly.

Without uttering a single slogan, everyone in the battalion silently grabbed their guns and followed Wu Qianli out.

When Wu Qianli led his men to a blocking position, they found that the houses on both sides had already been bombed and collapsed, and the remaining soldiers were fighting the American soldiers in close combat with bayonets.

These American soldiers had only rushed up because they thought the Chinese People's Volunteer Army had been wiped out after the last bombing and there was no further movement.

Who knew that the soldiers, realizing they couldn't outgun them with firepower, simply let them come over for hand-to-hand combat.

The Navy SEALs, veterans of the SEALs, had witnessed countless Japanese Banzai charges in the Pacific, and fought fearlessly against the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Just as the battle was raging, Wu Qianli arrived with fresh troops.

"kill!"

Wu Qianli, holding a bayonet, viciously stabbed a white American soldier caught in the melee, killing him.

However, an American soldier next to him reacted quickly, raised his bayonet, and thrust it sharply at Wu Qianli's vitals.

Wu Qianli tried to dodge to the side, but he couldn't. His leg was stabbed hard, and a sharp pain shot through him as blood gushed out.

"careful!"

Mei Sheng quickly raised his pistol, aimed at the American soldier's head, and fired a shot. Red blood mist instantly splattered all over Wu Qianli's face.

He pushed the American soldier aside, dragging his injured leg, and fueled by adrenaline, continued the fight.

The soldiers present were greatly encouraged when they saw that Wu Qianli and Mei Sheng had arrived, and they charged at the American troops with even greater ferocity.

In a short time, the casualties of the U.S. Navy SEALs increased rapidly.

"Retreat quickly!"

"Using these elite troops in close combat is a waste!"

"Just retreat and then wash it again with artillery and rockets, and it'll be fine!"

Major Stallone, who was holding binoculars in the distance, observed the changes in the battle and quickly shouted.

Soon, the disciplined SEALs quickly abandoned seven or eight American soldiers who had been held back and withdrew.

They didn't believe in the concept of "never abandoning anyone," but rather carried out orders from their superiors almost reflexively, without much emotional baggage.

On Iwo Jima, in Normandy, they had lost countless comrades and had long since become indifferent to it all.

"Sir!"

"A Chinese army unit has swiftly cleared the enemy's path at the west entrance of the village and is advancing towards us!"

"And there was also a platoon or so of Chinese troops with three tanks blocking the retreat route at the back entrance of the village!"

A Navy SEAL reported.

"A Chinese company with tanks?"

"They must be that Iron Seventh Company!"

"Send a company to block the village roads behind us to prevent us from being attacked from both sides!"

"More than a dozen mortars turned their muzzles and bombarded the main force of this Chinese company with all their might!"

"Also, notify the Air Force to begin bombing to delay the convergence and encirclement of other Chinese troops."

"The helicopter can come and pick us up now."

Major Stallone said.

"Sir, are we going to retreat now?"

The U.S. lieutenant colonel asked.

"No chance."

“A qualified commander should think calmly, rather than gamble everything.”

"These are the backbone of American non-commissioned officers; we can't let them go to waste like this."

Stallone was unwilling, but forced himself to remain calm and gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

"The U.S. Army major said."

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Village West Road
Just as the Steel Seventh Company charged into the village, a squadron of Navy SEALs arrived and blocked their path.

"Da da da da da da..."

Suddenly, dozens of submachine guns and machine guns from the SEALs roared to life, instantly suppressing the charging Steel Seventh Company.

The Seventh Steel Company also had considerable firepower. The muffled roar of several heavy machine guns, combined with the firing of other soldiers, quickly led to a stalemate between the company and the American forces.

"We can't waste time. The distance is just right. If I don't bomb them, the Americans will bomb the Seventh Company..."

"Thunder God, bomb at the location I'm about to give you!"

Wu Wanli immediately activated the Hearts of Steel map in his mind, locked onto the location, and then zoomed in to the Company of Heroes version, quickly pinpointing the location of the SEALs' artillery position.

"Alright! You say so, the artillery platoon will immediately follow up and bomb!"

As Lei Gong spoke, he waved his hand.

The soldiers in the artillery platoon immediately and skillfully set up the mortar positions one by one, shouting loudly.

"Turn the cannon muzzle to the northeast at approximately 1:30, the exact location is..."

Wu Wanli gave a detailed report based on the map in his mind.

"This... are those American devils' reports really that accurate?"

"Could it be fake?"

Lei Gong paused slightly after hearing Wu Wanli's exact coordinates and said...

"Just fry it."

"Trust me, the American devils will definitely be out of artillery by now!"

Wu Wanli smiled and said.

"Yes!"

Lei Gong nodded in agreement and quickly directed his soldiers to turn the cannons around and bombard the location of the US Navy SEALs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A row of gun barrels, their muzzles flashing with white smoke, slammed into the American artillery positions as mortar shells traced graceful arcs.

"call out--"

The shells, accompanied by a sharp, piercing screech as they scraped against the air, slammed into the American artillery positions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A deafening, thunderous explosion mingled with the sound of American mortar shells exploding.

The American artillery barrels shrank, charred, and burst open in the flames, their fragments mingling with shell shrapnel, claiming the lives of elite American artillerymen.

A surviving U.S. artillery commander clutched his severed leg, his eyes filled with shock.

He would not be afraid of normal artillery fire, even when facing a more powerful enemy artillery force.

However, the Chinese army's grasp of their positions was so precise that not a single shell was wasted, and a single round of shelling killed more than half of them.

That's simply impossible!
"Did God really help these Chinese people?"

The U.S. artillery officer tried to stand up and resume command, but upon hearing another round of sharp explosions, he stumbled and fell to the ground, giving up immediately.

The other American soldiers, seeing the second volley of artillery shells so accurate it seemed impossible, were filled with despair and simply gave up on any hopeless resistance.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The intense flames immediately engulfed the remaining American artillery, and they died without ever knowing how the Chinese had managed to fire such a seemingly divine bombardment.

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West of the village road

"Company commander, the American devils really didn't shell us!"

"It hit?!"

Gao Daxing said with some surprise.

"There wasn't a single artillery barrage. Either the US military didn't bring any artillery, or their artillery was completely wiped out in two rounds!"

Pinghe thought for a moment and then made his judgment.

"Normally, we should launch another round of bombing to cover insurance!"

After thinking for a moment, Lei Gong decided to continue directing the bombardment.

"No need to fire a third round!"

"With this bombardment density, the American devils' artillery is definitely finished, believe me!"

"Immediately turn the guns around and bombard the American troops ahead!"

"We must defeat this American resistance as quickly as possible, otherwise my brother and his men might not be able to hold out!"

Wu Wanli glanced at the US military situation on the dynamic map of Xicun Village and said with a hint of anxiety.

(End of this chapter)