Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 159 The British 29th Brigade Retreats!

In the azure sky
Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Comrades, charge in and try to capture all the American warplanes!"

Captain Wang Wei pulled the control stick and gave a loud order.

Inside the No. 1 fighter jet for aiding Korea
"Comrade, get them there! Don't let them get away!"

Peter shouted excitedly into the radio station.

Soon, hundreds of fighter jets were divided into countless combat squadrons and headed straight for the formation of American fighter jets.

The US fighter jets had just assembled and were about to concentrate their fire on the Seventh Steel Company's position when they saw this scene, and the US pilots were instantly thrown into a panic.

Inside Autumn III fighter jet

"Sir, the Chinese Air Force has twice the number of our fighter jets, and their jets are all advanced American fighter jets and MiG fighter jets captured from the enemy."

"This is a battle we can't win, let's run!"

Upon seeing this, U.S. Air Force Major Curly immediately shouted into the communications radio.

Inside Autumn II fighter jet

"The entire British 29th Brigade is still stuck here. What will happen to them if we escape?"

"Immediately call for support from Air Force Headquarters. The remaining fighters, follow me to engage the Chinese Air Force!"

"We should at least hold on for ten more minutes before leaving, so it won't look bad..."

"Guys, use your best skills to keep them occupied while we wait for reinforcements!"

The U.S. Air Force lieutenant colonel with blond hair frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Received, over!"

"Received, over!"

"..."

After listening for ten minutes, the American pilots felt a surge of confidence.

Soon, the US warplanes unexpectedly changed direction and flew towards the Chinese Air Force.

However, just as they were about to make contact, the US fighter jets suddenly pulled up in other directions, intending to separate and pursue the Chinese fighter jets.

Inside the No. 1 fighter jet for aiding Korea
"Oh, look!"

"These Americans are playing these petty tricks because they look down on the air combat heroes over Stalingrad!"

Peter smiled sarcastically, made a few subtle maneuvers on the control stick, and the fighter jet nimbly streaked across the sky, its gun barrel quickly pointing at the flank of the American fighter jet.

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

In an instant, the MiG fighters opened fire fiercely, and countless bullets struck the flanks of the American fighter jets.

The US warplane was riddled with bullet holes and soon began to emit thick black smoke.

Inside the hit US warplane

"Damn it!"

"Number 27, withdraw from battle! Number 27, withdraw from battle!"

The U.S. pilot shouted into the communications radio, pulled the control stick downwards to prepare for an emergency landing, and was also ready to parachute at any time.

On the other side, inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Back then, some Japanese devils tried to show off their skills to me, but I shot them all down!!"

"come!"

A Chinese pilot pulled the control stick and charged toward the American fighter jet opposite him with almost no way out, his hand gripping the machine gun fire button tightly.

Inside the targeted US warplane

"A madman, he's a complete madman!"

The American pilot quickly climbed and flew diagonally to the other side to escape.

However, at the very last moment after he successfully pulled up, his cockpit was exposed to the muzzle of the Wanli-1 machine gun!

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

A fierce burst of bullets swept out like meteors, accurately hitting the cockpit of the US warplane.

"Pong!"

In an instant, the fighter jet's canopy shattered, and the American pilot was hit by multiple bullets and died on the spot.

The American warplane, having lost its power, plummeted downwards, right where the British forces were positioned.

"boom!"

The American warplane suddenly exploded, and the flames and thick black smoke enveloped five or six British soldiers below.

After the black smoke dissipated, only a charred snow pit and the scattered limbs of British soldiers remained on the ground.

……

Steel Seventh Company's position
"Company commander, our air force is awesome! They're crushing these Americans, it's exhilarating!"

Yu Congrong said triumphantly.

"Yes!"

"Basically, for every three or four US warplanes that were lost, we only lost one. Well done!"

Gao Daxing shouted excitedly.

"Commander Li Yunlong has brought over a hundred fighter jets to help us..."

"More than a hundred fighter jets are taking on dozens of American fighter jets, and it's clear that these American fighter jets underestimated us. It's time for us to have a huge advantage!"

Liu Hanqing said with a smile.

"Then it's our turn to show our power!"

"Thunder God, aim at the British troops below and bombard them hard!"

Wu Wanli roared.

"It's time to eat!"

Lei Gong roared and swung his hand violently.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

In an instant, the mortars of the artillery platoon lit up with fire, a cloud of white smoke rose, and shells shot into the sky.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh…”

The shells, accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound, slammed down on the British troops below.

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

In an instant, a series of explosions rang out, and a string of fire clouds rose up from the British heavy tank battalion.

"Oh!"

A Cromwell light tank had its top armor penetrated and was immediately destroyed by explosion.

"Shit!"

"Get out of the Centurion tank! Their armor is thick!"

Upon seeing this, the British captain immediately shouted.

Soon, the remaining surviving British troops rushed towards the various centurion heavy tanks and piled up behind the heavy armor.

A British Centurion heavy tank struggled to raise its cannon, barely managing to aim it at the Steel Seventh Company's position, and then opened fire.

"Bam—"

The entire British Centurion tank jerked backward, and the tank shells spun as they hurtled toward the position of the Seventh Steel Company.

"boom!"

A burst of fire suddenly appeared at the position of the Seventh Steel Company, and several soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company were unfortunately blown away, and when they fell, they were all blown to pieces.

"Old Bai! Old Bai! Help him!"

Xu Mumu quickly carried a soldier whose leg had been blown off to Bai Gangjun's position and shouted loudly.

This is the only soldier from the Steel Seventh Company who survived being hit by the bomb.

"The shrapnel was deep inside! There was some in the abdomen too!"

Bai Gangjun quickly took out a medical kit and provided first aid to the soldier.

"Damn it, he dared to fight back!"

"Lei Gong, switch to white phosphorus smoke grenades and give us a blast!"

"Comrades, bring your anti-tank weapons. As soon as the artillery fire stops, get ready to charge down with me and kill them!"

Looking at the bodies of the fallen soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company, Wu Wanli cursed angrily.

"Company commander, the British heavy tank battalion only lost light tanks and armored vehicles; its strength remains intact!"

"Moreover, there is also a large force of the British 29th Brigade. Isn't this too risky?"

Seeing this, Liu Hanqing quickly offered some advice.

"The intersections are blocked by steel debris! The British 29th Brigade has no way to provide support in the short term!"

"If we don't wipe out their heavy tank battalion here, are we supposed to wait until we have a flat plain to fight in the open?"

"Don't forget, we also have the advantage in air power!"

"Fighting now is the best option!"

Wu Wanli said angrily but still rationally, "But we have no reinforcements, and if we fight outnumbered..."

Pinghe also offered some words of advice with concern.

"report!"

"Urgent telegram from Division Commander Zhang Dabiao!"

"The 80th Division has captured the entire Royal Rifle Regiment of the British Army and is now marching to reinforce Yixiantian!"

Soon, Prehistoric returned with the telegram and shouted.

"Okay!"

"Now I have absolutely no worries!"

"With the truckloads of ammunition brought by the Seventh Steel Company, the First Assault Regiment can now fight with complete freedom!"

"Order all units of the First Assault Regiment to launch a general offensive as soon as the smoke grenades are deployed!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianli keenly sensed an opportunity and decisively gave the order.

"Yes!"

Prehistoric immediately agreed and ran to the radio station to relay the message.

Not long after, another round of artillery fire rang out.

Countless white phosphorus smoke bombs rained down on the British troops, instantly sending up white smoke that obscured the vision of the British tanks and soldiers.

"Drip drip drip drip drip drip!"

In an instant, the unique and stirring bugle call of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army sounded, as powerful and resounding as a sharp sword piercing the sky!
"Comrades, the time has come for the Party and the people to test us!"

"Come at me!"

With a bazooka on his back and a Thompson submachine gun in hand, Wu Wanli leaped up from the position and charged ahead.

"Come on!"

Liu Hanqing, carrying a rifle, followed closely behind.

"rush!!"

Seeing that their company commander and political instructor had charged forward, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company were greatly encouraged and quickly followed suit.

In an instant, the volunteer soldiers on various positions simultaneously charged downwards in a three-by-three formation.

From God's perspective, it was like perfectly timed tactical waves, alternately providing cover as they charged toward the smoke-shrouded British troops below.

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British Army 29th Brigade Command Vehicle
"Sir, it's over, it's over!"

"The enemy has completely suppressed our air force, and air superiority will soon change hands. Then it will be our turn to be bombed and strafed!"

The British Chief of Staff said anxiously.

"Fuck you! How could this happen?!"

"Support! Where is our air support?!"

Brigadier General Brody's heart tightened, and he quickly asked.

"It's too late, General! Look at the sky! The air force is about to be defeated!"

The British Chief of Staff said.

"report!"

"Sir, according to the latest intelligence, the British Rifle Regiment has been defeated by the Chinese army!"

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

"Damn it! The British Rifle Regiment headquarters hasn't even sent a telegram, so where did they get the intelligence that they've all surrendered!"

"If you dare to undermine morale, I'll kill you!"

Brigadier General Brody was struck dumb, and in a fit of rage, he pressed his gun against the British staff officer's head and roared.

From disobeying Ridgway's orders to now leading a large contingent of the British 29th Brigade into perilous situations, all his efforts have been to rescue the Royal Rifle Regiment.

It's like the Tang Monk and his disciples went through eighty-one tribulations, only to be told the scriptures were gone?

"Sir, this is intelligence from the Air Force."

"In addition to sending fighter planes and bombers to support us, General Ridgway also sent several reconnaissance planes to Dead Eagle."

"The Royal Rifle Regiment of the British Army is truly gone..."

The British staff officer quickly handed the telegram to Brigadier General Brody and said...

Brigadier General Brody tremblingly took the telegram, read it three times unwillingly, and finally felt a rush of blood to his head, followed by a sweet taste in his throat, and then vomited a mouthful of blood.

"General!!"

Upon seeing this, the British Chief of Staff rushed forward to support Brigadier General Brody and pressed on Brody's philtrum.

“Ulster is an amateur…”

"He destroyed the Royal Rifle Regiment!"

Brigadier General Brody cursed with hatred in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, Ulster is an amateur!"

"General, you can't be in danger now! The entire British 29th Brigade is in grave peril!"

Upon seeing this, the British Chief of Staff immediately expressed his concern.

"Sir, General Ridgway has also sent another intercepted intelligence report."

"The Chinese army's 27th, 38th, and 50th armies, a total of three armies, intended to encircle and annihilate the entire 29th Brigade."

"Furthermore, this plan was made a long time ago, which means their encirclement is probably almost complete."

The British staff officer took out another battle report and sighed.

"Sir, let's retreat, or it might be too late."

Upon hearing this, the British Chief of Staff quickly replied.

"Retreat? Can we still retreat...?"

Brigadier General Brody forced himself to stand up and looked at the battle map.

"Sir!"

"The Chinese army has launched a general offensive against the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion!"

"They sent a telegram saying that if no rescue is provided, they might not be able to hold on any longer."

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

"What? Send them immediately..."

Brigadier General Brody clutched his chest, instinctively wanting to order a rescue.

"Sir, you absolutely mustn't!"

"The intersection is now blocked by tank wreckage. At most, we can only send a small number of light infantry to slowly infiltrate!"

"This kind of fighting style is a cardinal sin in warfare, it's practically suicide!"

"Moreover, the US Air Force is about to be defeated, and we are about to lose air superiority. How can we continue fighting?"

Upon hearing this, the British Chief of Staff quickly offered some advice.

"But are we just going to abandon the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion?!"

Brigadier General Brody frowned and said.

“Sir, please forgive my bluntness.”

"The British 29th Brigade didn't have to be in such a dangerous situation. If it weren't for you... if you hadn't insisted on saving the Royal Rifle Regiment, we wouldn't have lost so many men."

At this critical juncture, the British Chief of Staff also became anxious and directly retorted.

"you……"

Brigadier General Brody was furious upon hearing this, but he ultimately suppressed his anger because reason told him that his chief of staff was right.

"Sir, stop! The people surrounding us are all volunteers!"

"Now we have two paths: either we rush directly south and see if the Chinese army has closed the gap."

"But that's a bit risky, because after fighting this far, I don't believe that the Chinese army's terrifying level of organization will fail to close the encirclement."

"Either..."

As the British Chief of Staff spoke, his gaze fell upon a point on the strategic map.

"Stationing in Kamagosato Town, echoing Uijeongbu Castle, awaiting rescue?"

Brigadier General Brody also noticed this and spoke up first.

"Yes!"

"There's no time, General. Give the order as soon as possible."

The British Chief of Staff, listening to the distant sounds of gunfire, said.

"Pass on my order: the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion will cover the rear, and the main force will immediately advance south, reaching Kamagok-sang-ri as quickly as possible!"

Brigadier General Brody hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly made a painful but necessary decision.

(End of this chapter)