Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 158 The New China Air Force Has Arrived with Support!
"Buzzing—"

The roar of the engines of the American fighter jets grew closer and closer, and the approaching air currents pressed down on Wu Wanli and his men in layers.

“Wanli, I know you’re a good shot, but these are dozens of fighter jets, and these are the soldiers of the Steel Seventh Company and even the entire First Assault Regiment.”

"If we're exposed beforehand, we'll be facing not just sweeping fire, but precise bombing..."

Seeing this, Liu Hanqing quickly reminded him.

"you're right……"

"We can find an opportunity to shoot down these fighter jets, but not now."

Wu Wanli detected through battlefield threat sensing that the direction of this round of firing was an open area to the side, and ultimately lowered his gun temporarily.

Soon, several US warplanes in the air swooped down, and as their fuselages reached their lowest point, the muzzles of their machine guns flashed orange-red flames.

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

Soon, a series of bullets struck the open ground next to the Seventh Steel Company, sending countless snowflakes flying.

"hiss----"

The Thunder God, who was nearby, suddenly clutched his arm and gasped.

"Lei Gong, are you alright?"

Upon seeing this, the nearby prehistoric beings quickly took out gauze and looked at Lei Gong to ask him a question.

"The ricochet hit us, but it's alright!"

Lei Gong rubbed his arm and said.

"Company commander, political instructor, we've dodged this round, but what if they come straight at us later? Should we fire?"

Looking at the American warplanes circling in the sky, Wu Siyi asked with a hint of frustration.

"You can't hit him..."

"Company commander, casualties are not a big deal. The main force has taken shelter in air-raid shelters, so the casualties will not be too serious."

"But our machine guns, artillery, and bazookas are all on the ground, and we don't know exactly when the air force will arrive. If our heavy firepower is destroyed, we won't be able to take down the British tanks and armored vehicles later."

Upon hearing this, Lei Gong quickly offered some advice.

"So we're just going to... watch our comrades get shot to death?"

He felt a pang of pity and sighed.

"The Seventh Company almost faced a similar problem before on the gravel beach. At that time, I took the lead with my gun and shot down the American fighter jet, saving the entire Seventh Company."

"With dozens of fighter jets on the line now, I can't protect the entire regiment by myself. But judging by the time, the fighter jets we seized in Hagaru-ri should be coming to support us, right?"

Wu Wanli noticed the soldiers' worries and comforted them with a smile.

"Fighter jets... Yes, we also have air support!"

"Go ahead and be arrogant, let you be arrogant for a while longer! We'll kill these bastards later!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Siyi glared fiercely at the American warplanes in the sky and cursed under his breath.

"Activate Sky Eye Map and switch to the macro perspective of Hearts of Steel version."

Unsure of when to provide support, Wu Wanli silently recited the words in his mind.

Soon, a God-like panel unfolded in his mind, with the icons of the Chinese Air Force formation clearly visible.

The air force formation's route arrow pointed directly to the narrow pass where they were, with the words "Expected arrival in ten more minutes!" also marked on it.

"Three minutes, it's time to prepare for a counterattack..."

Wu Wanli murmured.

"Company commander, what counterattack?"

Liu Hanqing turned his head and asked.

"If we estimate from the time it took for Commander Li Yunlong to reply to the telegram requesting immediate air support, the air support should be arriving soon."

"After the power plant is set up, let my brother order the main force to slowly move toward the front line."

"Also, have the frontline troops prepare to fire!"

Wu Wanli said.

"Yes!"

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Hanqing looked at Wu Wanli's determined expression and finally nodded in agreement.

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British 29th Brigade Command
"Why are they still shooting? These damn Americans, they're always so slow."

"How is our Royal Rifle Regiment doing? Have any new developments been reported?"

Brigadier General Brody glanced at his watch and said somewhat impatiently.

"Sir, according to the latest telegram, the Royal Rifle Regiment has run out of food, and the soldiers are very dissatisfied."

"Moreover, the Chinese army adopted a continuous harassment tactic, using bugle calls and small-scale repeated assaults, coupled with artillery fire, to prevent our soldiers from getting any rest."

"Commander Ulster said that if we don't get there soon, the Royal Rifle Regiment is likely to mutini and collapse."

There have been no further updates.

Upon hearing this, the British Chief of Staff said...

What he didn't know was that the Royal Rifle Regiment had actually surrendered after being attacked by the Chinese Air Force.

Even as the starving British troops, with dark circles under their eyes, were being received by the Chinese People's Volunteers while waving white flags, they did not send a telegram saying they didn't need to come.

It wasn't intentional on their part, but the strafing fire from hundreds of fighter jets completely destroyed the high-powered radio in the regimental command post.

Thus, the unsuspecting British 29th Brigade became a foolish unit still desperately trying to rescue the virtual air force.

"No news is good news, but we can't let them hold out any longer."

"Tell the Air Force that they can only strafe for two more minutes at most, and then immediately drop bombs and incendiary bombs!"

"In addition, order the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion to advance immediately. With the air force suppressing them, there should be no problem."

Brigadier General Brody lost his patience and waved his hand, saying...

"This……"

"Sir, it's not that long, why don't we wait a bit?"

The British Chief of Staff looked at the narrow strip of sky that had been nearly half-exposed by gunfire and said.

"Relay the order."

Brigadier General Brody said in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the British Chief of Staff had no choice but to agree.

……

In the sky

Inside Autumn No. 1
"Alright, alright, those British gentlemen can't wait any longer."

"Damn it, our bombs are not enough to cover such a huge narrow passage. Can't we wait for the possible Chinese troops to make a mistake?"

"Alright! Guys, split up and fire freely on the last group, then get ready to throw incendiary bombs and grenades."

The U.S. pilot said helplessly to the radio, then casually pulled the control stick and veered to the left.

This time, he flew towards the position of the Seventh Steel Company again, but this time, with them firing freely separately, there was no wingman with him.

Below, the position of the 7th Steel Company
"Company commander, the British troops below have begun their advance, and the American devils' warplanes are outnumbered. Can we start fighting now?"

Wu Siyi asked.

"There is another US warplane on each side. If we are to fight, we have to take them into account as well."

Lei Gong picked up the binoculars, squinted slightly, and observed before speaking.

"Set up the machine guns facing both ends; I'll handle the front."

Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Wu Wanli decisively gave the order.

"Company commander, just to be on the safe side, should we..."

Liu Hanqing offered some advice with concern when he heard that Wu Wanli planned to handle the situation head-on by himself.

"No need, I can manage."

Wu Wanli resolutely blocked the railway.

"Yes!"

"The machine guns were aimed at both sides, ready to fire on the supporting US warplanes."

Liu Hanqing relayed the order to his subordinates.

Soon, the light and heavy machine guns of the Seventh Steel Company were divided into two fire groups, which were aimed at the sky.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz————" At this moment, the US Air Force colonel in the sky pulled the control stick and swooped down toward Wu Wanli.

Wu Wanli held the light machine gun, trying to regulate his breathing, his eyes fixed on the flight path of the fighter jets above, his brain rapidly calculating the lead, and constantly making minor adjustments to the muzzle.

As the fighter jet approached its lowest point, Wu Wanli gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger sharply.

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

In an instant, orange-red muzzle flashes emanated from the gun, and a series of blazing bullets streaked through the air like meteors, heading towards a spot not far in front of the American fighter jet.

The dense barrage of bullets, like a net, cleverly blocked the US warplanes from all escape routes.

In the air, inside Autumn One
"Shit!"

The U.S. Air Force colonel's eyes widened, his back covered in cold sweat, and he quickly pulled the control stick to dodge to the side.

The fighter jet narrowly avoided the bullet net at an extremely strange angle, but it was on the verge of losing balance and weight, and urgently needed to be adjusted.

"Da da da da da da..."

Seeing this, Wu Wanli seemed to have expected it, and calmly fired the last half of the shuttlecock.

"Pong!"

In the sky, the crisp sound of a bullet shattering the fighter jet's glass canopy rang out, and a splash of bright red blood splattered out.

The U.S. Air Force colonel, who died on the spot, slumped his head and pressed it against the control stick.

Not long after, the US military aircraft began to plummet downwards as the control stick tilted.

Below, the entire British heavy tank battalion had just entered the valley.

"Fuck you!"

"Fighter jet crashing! Quickly..."

Upon seeing this, a British soldier sitting in the front armored vehicle of the British Army shouted and jumped off the vehicle.

"boom!"

The next second, the fighter jet exploded directly in front of the armored vehicle, and countless steel fragments, engulfed in flames, flew out like a shower of flowers.

The British soldiers who had just jumped from the vehicle were blown to the side by the explosion, twitched a few times, and died.

More importantly, the wreckage of the American warplanes was right at the front, blocking the British Royal Heavy Tank Battalion's way out of the valley.

Meanwhile, at the blocking position next to the Seventh Steel Company
"Three shots fired simultaneously!"

"Shoot it! Don't waste the bazooka that Comrade Wu Wanli brought!"

Zhang Taofang roared, picked up his bazooka, and fired it at the rear of the British tanks below.

Behind him, two other volunteer soldiers carried a bazooka and fired it downwards.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Three rockets flew out quickly and slammed into the top of the Cromwell tank below.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three rockets exploded on top of the Cromwell tank, instantly turning the tank into a fireball.

After the brilliant flash of fire, only the burning steel wreckage remained.

The British Cromwell light tank was known for its speed and light armor, and performed well in the Normandy campaign.

But trapped in this terrain, it would obviously be unable to withstand the bombardment of firepower; it would be nothing more than a steel target.

With the wreckage of warplanes in front and tanks behind, the British Royal Heavy Tank Battalion was thus trapped in the narrow valley.

Steel Seventh Company's position
"Well done!"

"rifle!"

Wu Wanli shouted loudly.

"here!"

Seeing this, Cheng Gong quickly tossed the Garand rifle in his hand to Wu Wanli, who caught it steadily.

At this moment, the US warplanes on both sides rushed toward the position of the Steel Seventh Company, wanting to take them out first.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong..."

At that moment, the muffled sounds of M2 machine guns and Browning light machine guns mingled together as the two fire teams opened fire simultaneously, a dense barrage of bullets sweeping towards the American warplanes.

Seeing this, the US fighter jet on the left quickly pulled the control stick, trying to escape into the distance.

After all, he had misjudged the firepower density of the Steel Seventh Company, thinking it was a normal volunteer army company. Now that he saw this situation, he dared not provoke them alone.

"Once you're in the skies above the Seventh Steel Company, you can forget about leaving!"

Wu Wanli raised his gun, aimed it at the front and top of the American fighter jet, and pulled the trigger several times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three Garand rifle bullets shot upwards like meteors, landing with perfect accuracy in front of the American warplane.

Having just dodged machine gun fire with all their might, the American fighter jet, which was pulling up, crashed straight into a bullet fired by Wu Wanli.

"Pong!"

The sound of shattering cockpit glass rang out again, and a splash of bright red blood splattered out.

The fighter jet, belching white smoke, wobbled and plummeted downwards.

When Wu Wanli turned his gun to the other side, he found that the American fighter jets on that side had already quickly pulled up and escaped the danger zone.

At this moment, the main force of the Seventh Steel Company had just returned to their position.

"Aaaaaah! I just got here and it's already over?!"

Yu Congrong, who had just rushed onto the position, looked at the departing American warplanes and shouted unwillingly.

"The battle isn't over yet; there are still British troops below."

Pinghe, who had rushed up with him, patted Yu Congrong on the shoulder and said.

"The American devils' warplanes will definitely focus their attacks on this area, so tell the comrades to take cover."

Wu Qianli looked at the American warplanes circling in the sky and said.

"They're here! They're already heading this way!"

Gao Daxing looked through the binoculars and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Great! I've been itching to shoot down an American warplane, and my descendants will have something to brag about!"

Wu Si showed no fear whatsoever, gripping his gun tightly as he spoke.

"The US Air Force is very shrewd. Once they know our firepower density, they won't use fighter jets to strafe us; instead, they'll bomb us."

Wu Wanli frowned and made his judgment.

"bomber?"

"Damn it! They're flying too high; we can hardly threaten them. We can only... take the bombs!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianli immediately offered a reminder.

"Company commander, should we send some more comrades back to the air-raid shelter for shelter?"

Shiqian looked at the American warplanes that were clustered together and flying towards the Steel Seventh Company, and said with concern.

"The British troops are right in front of us, and besides, we can't possibly outrun fighter jets."

"Comrades, since sacrifice is inevitable, let's fight to the death and give it our all!"

Liu Hanqing shook his head and said with a firm gaze.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company roared loudly.

"Our Seventh Steel Company are all good comrades, but how could I bear to let you sacrifice yourselves like this?"

"I didn't miscalculate, the support from the new Chinese Air Force has arrived!"

As Wu Wanli listened to the roars of these fearless warriors, he pointed to the distant horizon and said...

"Our...the air force of the new China providing support?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianli was slightly taken aback, feeling that these words sounded so unfamiliar.

The other soldiers reacted in much the same way. Although they were prepared, they were still thrilled when they heard those words.

In the distance, the "Seven Steel Heroes of China" still charged ahead.

More than 100 fighter jets from the entire Chinese Air Force formation formed a battle formation and aggressively rushed towards the American fighter jets in the sky.

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(End of this chapter)