Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 151 The Last Struggle of the British Rifle Regiment!
Dead Eagle Ridge, Hill 371
"Company commander, the British troops are coming up..."

Yu Congrong gripped the light machine gun tightly and said.

"No rush. These British soldiers are very accurate marksmen. Long-range gunfights are their advantage, especially since we haven't even reached Pinghe's location yet."

"Tell the comrades not to move, let them get close and fire!"

Wu Wanli looked at the Heavenly Eye map in his mind and said.

"Yes!"

Yu Congrong suppressed his impulse and said.

……

底下
"Sir, the Chinese army has remained silent. Could there be something fishy going on?"

A British lieutenant asked.

"Damn it, this can't be anything good."

"Tell the guys to be careful and move up slowly."

"Our company's objective is not to take Hill 371 directly, but to test our firepower, understand?"

"That's what the British captain said."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the British lieutenant immediately relayed the message.

Soon, the British troops slowed their pace and continued to creep upwards.

In a hidden natural ditch some distance away, Pinghe was observing the British troops with his reconnaissance platoon.

"Platoon leader, we've roughly pinpointed the locations of the British officers and their firing positions. Open fire now and we can snipe most of them!"

"That's what Wu Jin, a soldier in the reconnaissance platoon, said."

"Open fire immediately when the cannon fire is heard!"

"Judging from the timing, it's about time..."

Pinghe looked at the seized watch and murmured.

……

On the front

"almost!"

"Signal with flags to signal the camouflage artillery crews to fire immediately!"

"Fix bayonets, everyone, prepare to charge with me!"

Wu Wanli glanced at his watch and called out.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately signaled to the distance behind him to fire the cannons immediately.

The soldiers on the secondary artillery position immediately understood and began stuffing shells into the gun barrels.

"call out--"

"call out--"

In an instant, a burst of cannon fire rang out, and small black dots rained down on the British positions.

"Fire!"

Pinghe aimed at the British captain in the distance and pulled the trigger sharply. A hot bullet instantly struck the British captain in the head.

In an instant, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon opened fire, shooting down a large number of British troops from the flank like a gourd being pierced.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The next second, a deafening explosion rang out, and countless British soldiers were blown away by the shockwave and died on the spot.

The remaining British soldiers slowly rose from the smoke, and seeing the corpses scattered on the ground and the fallen British captain, their morale plummeted.

"Retreat! Retreat while putting up a fight!"

Upon seeing this, the British lieutenant, who had just gotten up covered in dust, quickly shouted.

However, just as the British soldiers were about to retreat, a barrage of bullets came hurtling towards them from the front.

"kill!"

Wu Wanli took the lead and charged ahead, firing his Thompson submachine gun at the British troops in front of him.

After a burst of bullets, three or four more British soldiers fell.

Upon seeing this, the British lieutenant quickly reached for his pistol at his waist, intending to draw it and fire.

However, Wu Wanli, with his superhuman agility, charged so fast that he was almost a blur, appearing before him like a gust of wind.

Before the British lieutenant could draw his pistol, Wu Wanli had already kicked him hard in the knee.

"Shit!"

The British lieutenant felt a sharp pain in his knees, as if struck by lightning, and instantly collapsed to his knees.

"die!"

Wu Wanli roared and swung the sturdy barrel of his Thomson rifle, smashing it down on the head of the British lieutenant as if he were executing a knife.

"puff!"

In an instant, a spray of warm blood mixed with brain matter splattered out, and the British lieutenant fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, a British soldier mustered his courage and charged toward Wu Wanli.

Before Wu Wanli could make a move, Yu Congrong, who had been holding back his anger, rushed over with his bayonet, cleanly and swiftly deflecting and stabbing him, killing him instantly.

Not long after, all the British soldiers who dared to resist were assassinated by the Steel Seventh Company.

"Comrades, charge!"

At this moment, Liu Hanqing also led his guard platoon to join the battle, picked up a bayonet from the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Prehistoric, didn't I tell you to protect Instructor Liu and prevent him from coming down?"

Upon seeing this, Wu Wanli immediately cursed.

"Company commander, the political instructor said he's not a pampered young master; he can't just stand by and watch his comrades fight like this!"

"He rushed down as soon as he finished speaking, so we had no choice but to follow."

According to prehistoric times.

"You guys protect the instructor, the rest of you charge!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli disregarded all else and quickly replied.

"Yes!"

Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company were greatly encouraged and charged towards the densely packed British troops.

These British soldiers weren't actually afraid of death; they were willing to engage in long-range firefights, like being shot in a line, until half of them were dead or wounded, without breaking down.

However, the British troops were not good at and were afraid of the ferocious Steel Seventh Company's close-quarters combat.

After holding out for a while, several British soldiers gritted their teeth and ran straight to the back.

The remaining British soldiers, seeing this, were not fools. They all abandoned bayonet fighting and retreated with all their might.

During the run, some British soldiers even threw away their bayonets to increase their speed and ran at full speed.

However, just as they were running down the mountain, the reconnaissance platoon that had just completed its flanking maneuver suddenly appeared.

"The company commander was right after all; these British soldiers can't handle close-quarters combat and bayonet fighting."

"Fire!"

Pinghe shouted.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon raised their guns and aimed at the British soldiers, taking them down one by one with pinpoint fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A series of gunshots rang out, and the fleeing British soldiers fell one after another like sitting ducks.

"Follow me and charge forward! Join forces with the company commander and the others for a pincer attack!"

Seeing that the main force of the Steel Seventh Company was rapidly approaching, Pinghe, fearing friendly fire, charged toward the rear of the British troops with his bayonet in hand.

"Come on!"

Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon shouted and charged toward the remaining British troops.

Soon, before the remaining dozens of British soldiers could surrender, they were completely annihilated by the attack from both sides.

……

"Company commander, that was exhilarating!"

"Those British devils are trying to send troops to probe us, let's just wipe them out!"

Yu Congrong wiped the blood-stained bayonet with his British military uniform and said with a smile.

"Company commander, we probably annihilated about a hundred British troops in this battle, but as for weapons and ammunition... we're not really interested."

Wu Siyi picked up a Lee-Enfield rifle, looked at it, and then tossed it to Chenggong, who was standing to the side, with a hint of disdain.

"Company commander, these weapons are useless to us anyway, so let's not clean up the battlefield for now and go back to our position immediately!"

"The British might have been mindful of their own men just now, but now they can certainly bombard indiscriminately."

Looking down at the direction of the British troops below the mountain, Liu Hanqing said with concern.

"No! We can't go back now!"

"Tell the comrades to follow me down to the high ground!"

Wu Wanli's battlefield threat sensor went off, the area of ​​which extended from here to the mountain position. "Company Commander, move downhill. What if we run into a new wave of British troops..."

Success, who was nearby, thought he had misheard and reminded him.

"Excuting an order!"

Wu Wanli didn't have time to explain anything. He grabbed the company flag of the Seventh Steel Company and rushed downwards.

"Kid hasn't gotten used to it yet, has he? When the company commander is fighting, just listen to him; he'll definitely make the best decision!"

Yu Congrong, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, tapped Chenggong's head with his finger before following Wu Wanli down the mountain.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Chenggong followed along, half-believing and half-doubting.

……

"call out--"

"call out--"

"call out--"

They had only moved to the hillside below when a barrage of artillery shells whistled down on their original position.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In an instant, continuous artillery fire erupted at their original location and quickly spread from the bottom up towards the bedding of the position.

One can imagine that if the Seventh Steel Company had run towards the position above, it would have suffered heavy losses from the bombardment.

Chenggong looked at the distant firelight and swallowed hard, his last worry about Wu Wanli's decision dissipating.

"Brother Chenggong, our company commander is really something!"

Xu Mumu looked at the artillery fire that Wu Wanli had predicted in the distance, and gave a simple, honest smile, praising it.

"Of course I know, what are you grinning about? Get ready to follow orders!"

Cheng Gong felt a little hurt in his self-esteem, so he imitated Yu Congrong by tapping Xu Mumu on the head and moving closer to the company flag.

"Pinghe, you take the reconnaissance platoon, divide them into multiple groups, and use them to intercept the next wave of British attacks in stages!"

"Everyone else, follow me back to the main position!"

"I estimate that our main force will arrive in a few tens of minutes."

Wu Wanli looked at the Sky Eye map in his mind, which resembled the Iron Man's Ambition version, and laughed.

A small soldier with the name tag "80th Division" was seen rushing across the Sky Eye map of Iron Heart, with a predicted arrival time of 43 minutes.

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British Royal Rifle Regiment Command

"Fuck you!"

"What do you mean by telling us to break out on our own!?"

"That damned Ridgway, he doesn't deserve to be the commander of the UN forces!"

Commander Ulster angrily tore the telegram to shreds and shouted curses.

"Sir, please calm down."

"Although General Ridgway disagreed with sending troops to provide support, Brigadier General Brody still personally led the British 29th Brigade to the rescue."

"He told us to hold on, that the British Empire would not abandon any soldier who fought a bloody battle!"

The British Chief of Staff said with a touch of emotion.

"Brigadier General Brody is indeed a brave general of the British Empire, unlike that damned Ridgway!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Ulster felt somewhat reassured and said...

"report!"

"Sir, urgent telegram from Brigadier General Brody!"

At that moment, a British staff officer rushed in and shouted.

"What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Commander Ulster's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

"Sir, the British 29th Brigade was ambushed by a Chinese regiment on its way to reinforce!"

"I'm stuck on the road now, and I guess I won't be able to get here anytime soon."

The British staff officer lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"What?! You can't come!"

"What do we do then? What about the Royal Rifle Regiment?!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Ulster excitedly grabbed the staff officer by the collar and shouted.

"Sir, please calm down."

"Brigadier General Brody dispatched the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion to detour via Ziniu Valley Road to provide support, but it is unknown whether they will be able to arrive in time."

"Therefore, Brigadier General Brody advised us to break out on our own as soon as possible."

The British staff officer quickly added.

"Royal Heavy Tank Battalion..."

"No, even if they arrive, we most likely won't be able to maintain our formation and successfully break through."

"I can't just abandon the main force to cover the rear and run away with the guard battalion."

Commander Ulster thought for a moment, then sighed.

"Sir, whether we break out on our own or wait for reinforcements, the most urgent task is to take Hill 371 and open up a retreat route!"

"It is estimated that there is still a little time before the main force of the Chinese army completes the encirclement. This is the last window of opportunity."

The British Chief of Staff thought for a moment, then looked at the battle map anxiously and said...

"How is Hill 371 doing? Didn't I send my most elite battalion to attack it?"

Upon hearing this, Commander Ulster immediately asked.

"The First Battalion is launching a full-scale attack, but reports have come back that they haven't taken it yet, so things are probably not going well..."

The British Chief of Staff sighed.

"report!"

"Sir, urgent telegram from the First Battalion!"

"The troops stationed at Hill 371 are China's elite Steel Seventh Company, which has fierce firepower and is flexible and agile in combat."

"They've already lost a company in their previous attack and are now requesting reinforcements from us, otherwise we can't take them down quickly."

Another British staff officer rushed over and said.

"What?!"

"A battalion fought against a company, and they were even counterattacked!"

"That bastard, is he a Chinese spy?"

Upon hearing this, Commander Ulster flew into a rage.

"Sir, please calm down."

"That Chinese Steel Seventh Company is indeed a formidable fighting force, and I think we should definitely send reinforcements."

The British Chief of Staff thought for a moment and then said.

“But apart from Hill 371, the main force of the Chinese army has already pressed up to attack our front.”

"With insufficient troops, reinforcements are also limited."

Upon hearing this, Commander Ulster sighed.

"Sir, since we lack sufficient troops, why don't we try defeating them using the methods of the Chinese army?"

The British Chief of Staff thought for a moment and then said.

"In their way? What do you mean?"

Commander Ulster frowned slightly and asked.

“Sir, this Chinese army took a shortcut to reach Hill 371 and then launched a surprise attack.”

"If we send an elite company to attack Hill 371 in the same way, we might succeed!"

The British Chief of Staff said.

"But... if they themselves use this method, wouldn't they be on guard?"

Commander Ulster frowned slightly, looking somewhat worried.

"Sir, we can order the First Battalion to launch a continuous offensive, coupled with heavy artillery bombardment, to exhaust the Chinese army and leave them no time to attend to their rear."

"If we combine a surprise attack from the rear with a frontal assault, we have a chance to take Hill 371 in one fell swoop!"

"There's a company of soldiers not far from Hill 371 that can immediately join the battle!"

The British Chief of Staff said.

"Well... we have no other choice."

"Let's do it this way, and may the Queen bless us with success!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Ulster remained silent for several seconds before nodding in agreement.

(End of this chapter)