Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 186 Micro-management Master Wu Wanli is Online! (Thanks to Monk is a Poor Taoist for the donation)
Soon, the American howitzers were quickly unloaded from the towed vehicles, and after some adjustments, the American artillerymen aimed at the positions of the 7th Steel Battalion and began to bombard them.

"call out--"

"call out--"

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

A brilliant cloud of fire burst across the hilltop positions, shockwaves whipped up countless snowflakes, and shrapnel from the explosions embedded themselves deep in the trenches.

The soldiers of the 7th Steel Battalion on the position held their guns tightly, gritted their teeth and endured the shelling, their ears ringing.

Yu Congrong personally carried a machine gun, set it up, and fought alongside his soldiers on the front lines.

Pinghe and Gao Daxing were the same; in order to fight the fierce battle, they both took the lead and rushed to the front line.

The soldiers of the 7th Steel Battalion were also full of fighting spirit, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the American troops.

The South Korean soldiers who had mutinied seemed somewhat flustered, but when they saw Hwang Yong-shih leading a supervisory team, none of them dared to retreat.

The current situation is that Yu Congrong is in command of the left mountain position, Pinghe is in command of the right mountain position, and other troops are cooperating.

The enemy's forward command post on the mountaintop.

Wu Wanli stood at a concealed high vantage point, pretending to observe with binoculars, but in reality, he was using the mental map to get a clear view of the entire battlefield.

"Wanli, the US military will launch an attack after this round of artillery bombardment."

Liu Hanqing listened to the rhythm of the cannon fire and said.

"I know. Look, the US military's attack is well-organized, with mutual cover and their formations clearly visible."

"Immediately telegraph Yu Congrong, dispatch the first and second squads to a position fifty meters to the right front of the position. There is a natural foxhole there, which is very well concealed!"

"Telegram to Yu Congrong: The company's mortars will bombard the left rear of the US forces, where the US troops are most concentrated, possibly where the US commander is located."

"Telegram to Pinghe: Based on the actual direction of the US attack, the heavy machine gun in the middle of the second platoon should be moved fifty meters to the left, otherwise a firepower vacuum will be created."

"Also..."

Wu Wanli handed the binoculars to Liu Hanqing, who was standing next to him, and quickly issued a series of instructions.

"what?"

Can you see this?

Liu Hanqing stared wide-eyed, holding up his binoculars to observe for a long time, only to see the burning artillery fire and gunfire, along with the various positions blurred by snowflakes.

However, in the moment he was stunned, the communications soldier below had already completed the instructions.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, in order to ensure speed, your order has been directly issued to the relevant squads and platoons!"

"But we also sent another telegram to inform Company Commander Yu Congrong and Company Commander Pinghe!"

The communications squad leader quickly responded.

"That's true. It's a bit strange to be assigned to a radio station now."

Wu Wanli's lips curled up slightly; he had found the joy in micro-management master Chiang Kai-shek.

"Wanli, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to directly interfere in the command of the squad and platoon level, and even issue bombing directions for the company's mortars..."

Liu Hanqing looked at it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so he gave up decisively, but still advised him with some concern.

"Trust me, Han Qing. My battlefield intuition and judgment have never been wrong, not to mention I also have my own observations and intelligence from air force reconnaissance."

"By the way, speaking of the air force, how's our air force progressing? How long will it take to take down the American devils' air force?"

Wu Wanli looked at the fierce battle raging in the sky, amidst a hail of bullets, and asked.

"Okay, I would find it utterly incompetent if someone else gave me this kind of instruction, but I still trust you."

"Half of the U.S. military's hundreds of warplanes are bombers, which are completely powerless to resist the desperate attacks of fighter jets. They have already been shot down to almost all of them."

"The remaining dozens of US fighter jets fought very tenaciously, seemingly trying to buy time."

"According to Wang Wei's telegram, it is expected that once the US offensive is repelled, they will be able to deal with those warplanes."

Liu Hanqing said with a smile.

"That's just right!"

"After dealing with the US military aircraft, head straight for the US artillery units. We can't let them leave any heavy artillery behind, otherwise the obstacles we've prepared won't be able to seal off the mountain pass."

Wu Wanli glanced at his watch and said.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately agreed.

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Left Mountain Position
"Fuck those American devils!"

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

Yu Congrong, holding a light machine gun, fired a burst of fire downwards, and two American soldiers fell to the ground.

But while he was incredibly brave, he was also targeted by American soldiers holding bazookas.

"Company commander, watch out!"

Upon seeing this, Lei Zhen quickly tackled Lei Gong to the ground.

"Chirp—Boom!"

The next second, a rocket with a sharp explosion crashed into the trench not far away, splashing up a ball of fire.

"Company Commander, are you okay?"

Lei Zhen quickly helped Yu Congrong up and asked.

"fine!"

"If it weren't for the deputy regimental commander saying to hold back some firepower so that the American troops would suffer casualties while some of them had to come up, these bastards wouldn't have had the chance to be so arrogant!"

Yu Congrong spat out the snowflakes in his mouth and cursed.

"That's right. We now have light machine guns down to the squad level, heavy machine guns down to the platoon level, mortars down to the company level, and even bazookas and flamethrowers. If we wanted to hold out, we would have pushed the American devils far away and prevented them from advancing!"

Lei Zhen said.

"call out--"

"call out--"

At that moment, a volley of mortar shells, accompanied by the whooshing sound of mortars cutting through the air, traced a beautiful arc and precisely struck the left rear of the attacking American forces.

"What a joke! If Chinese officers can lead from the front, why can't I?"

"I refuse to believe that Chinese artillery fire can be accurate..."

At that moment, the U.S. Army major there disdainfully refused the request to take cover. Hearing the whistling of the shells, he stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Shit! These Chinese guys got incredibly lucky! Get out of there!"

Despite his shock, he instinctively threw himself to the ground, shouting as he did so, thanks to his years of military service.

However, how could there be any deviation in the artillery fire personally commanded by Wu Wanli?

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The mortar shells rained down in a saturation attack, creating a deafening roar.

Brilliant clouds of fire rose up, carrying the bodies of the U.S. Army major and others with them.

The US troops were initially in high spirits because of the US Army major's leading by example, but now, seeing the charred crater and the corpses, they were all horrified.

If a U.S. Army major were to be bravely wounded on the front lines, they would actually be encouraged.

The fact that such a precise first salvo could wipe out the command center is truly terrifying!
On the main battlefield
"Wait, I don't remember giving the order to fire the mortars?"

"Now is not the best time. What's wrong with Huang Zhuzi? Why did he fire the cannon without permission?"

Yu Congrong frowned and asked with a hint of doubt.

"It was an order personally issued by the commander-in-chief, who even reported the approximate target area. Huang Zhuzi was just following orders."

"We also informed our company headquarters, but in order to ensure speed, we let the lower levels fire first."

Upon hearing this, Lei Zhen quickly replied.

"So it was the commander-in-chief's order. I will obey without hesitation!"

"But I don't quite understand, what kind of operation is this?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong felt no displeasure, but he still scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. "Company Commander, the American troops are in complete disarray; it seems they want to retreat!"

"Could that barrage of artillery have hit the American commander?"

After observing through the binoculars for a moment, Lei Zhen stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth in shock.

"This is the first round of artillery fire?"

"Given the current chaotic situation, at least a battalion commander was hit!"

"Damn it, the commander-in-chief is amazing! No wonder he gave orders directly to the platoon and squad levels!"

"Unleash all firepower and give them a good beating!"

"Lightning and thunder! It's time to unleash the incendiary bombs!"

Yu Congrong, shocked yet excited, spoke with slightly rapid breathing.

"Yes!"

Lei Zhen also realized this was a brilliant opportunity and quickly agreed.

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Artillery positions

The howitzers and mountain guns were stripped of their covers, and the artillerymen of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army and the Korean Uprising Army unloaded boxes of ammunition, ready to fire at any time.

Lei Gong not only commanded the mountain guns of the artillery company, but also the howitzers of the First Division of the Capital.

"Urgent telegram from Company Commander Lei, Company Commander Yu Congrong!"

"The US military has reached the halfway point of the mountain and is in a state of collapse. We request an immediate incendiary bomb strike against the US military!"

A volunteer army communications soldier hurriedly reported.

"It's much earlier than expected... This Yu Congrong is in a hurry."

"Alright, maybe something unexpected has happened."

"Let's bombard the American troops near Yu Congrong with incendiary bombs first, and then move on to Pinghe."

Lei Gong nodded and waved his hand to give the order.

Soon, the cannons adjusted their muzzle positions and aimed them at the American positions.

"The artillery fire extends from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain..."

"fire!!!"

Seeing that everything was ready, Lei Gong waved his command flag and roared.

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

In an instant, countless cannons lit up with brilliant flashes of light, and burning shells, carrying enormous kinetic energy, spun at high speed and crashed into the American troops on the hillside.

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On the hillside

A U.S. Army captain ran downhill with all his might, but before he could run far, he tripped over a tree branch.

"Shit!"

He cursed angrily and was about to get up when he smelled a whiff of gasoline.

"What? Why does it smell like gasoline on the tree branches?"

The U.S. captain was slightly taken aback. Looking around, he saw U.S. soldiers tripping over the branches from time to time, indicating that there were quite a few of these branches.

And because they were covered by snow, they didn't notice these things when they were in such a hurry to attack.

"Fuck! Those damned Chinese, they'll definitely go to hell after they die!!!"

After realizing what was happening, the U.S. Army captain immediately ran down the slope like a madman.

"call out--"

"call out--"

At that moment, the incendiary shell traced a beautiful arc and hurtled toward his position, the explosion making his eardrums feel like they were about to burst.

But he couldn't care less about that. He endured the burning pain in his lungs and throat and ran downhill as fast as he could.

"what!"

The next second, he was tripped by an oil drum behind him and fell to the ground.

He wasn't the only one; many American soldiers tripped over oil drums, stones, and other objects rolling down the battlefield as they ran.

"Whoosh—Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The incendiary bombs roared in as the American troops were fleeing. The moment the bombs hit the ground, the scorching white phosphorus flames suddenly exploded, and the splashing napalm, along with hot metal fragments, scattered in all directions.

Gasoline barrels and tree branches near the US military site were instantly ignited, and flames spread wildly along the gasoline trails on the hillside, turning the snow into white mist.

The screams of American soldiers rose and fell; some were engulfed in flames and rolled on the ground, while others were thrown by the shockwave of the explosion and crashed into rocks.

Many more people, in their panicked escape, tripped over oil drums and rocks, tumbling and crawling on the snow slopes, but still unable to shake off the raging flames that were chasing them.

The entire hillside was transformed into a hellish inferno, with charred corpses and burning equipment twisting and contorting in the flames, and melted snow mingling with blood to form dark red streams. Thick smoke, carrying the stench of acrid flesh, soared into the sky, even obscuring the fighter jets engaged in fierce aerial combat.

The crisp sound of metal gun barrels bending and cracking under high temperature intertwined and echoed with the sound of human bones breaking.

The ignited oil drums exploded twice in succession, the sound echoing through the valley.

Of the more than 1,000 American troops attacking the mountain, more than 800 have been killed or wounded in the hail of bullets and the burning inferno.

The remaining soldiers, some still ablaze, charged downwards with heart-wrenching roars.

The inextinguishable white phosphorus flames thus clung to almost all the fleeing American soldiers like a ghost.

One by one, American firemen, engulfed in flames, rushed down the mountain.

Behind them, burning shells stretched from the mountainside down into the valley, urging them to speed up.

Before long, the same method was used on the hills over Pinghe, driving the remaining American "firemen" down the mountain.

From Wu Wanli's perspective, it looks like two walls of fire converging towards the center, pointing directly at the reserve force of the U.S. Third Battalion below the valley.

……

On the mountaintop, the enemy's forward command post, a high observation post.

"Wanli, the 1st Regiment of the US 25th Division is wiped out..."

Looking at the sea of ​​fire below, Liu Hanqing said with great excitement.

"They will still make a desperate attempt to escape, but it will be to no avail."

"The boulder will block their way on both sides, like a barbecue grill, roasting thousands of American soldiers."

Wu Wanli smiled slightly and said.

"Wanli, you didn't even give these American soldiers a chance to surrender. Aren't you afraid that the Western media will call you a murderous maniac?"

Liu Hanqing smiled and joked.

"When they dropped bombs and incendiary bombs on the Chinese people, did they give them any chance to live?"

Wu Wanli didn't laugh, but spoke in a slightly low voice.

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing's smile vanished instantly, and he sighed, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

"Before I went to North Korea, I was in Ji'an in Northeast China, where I saw far too many bombed ruins and Chinese civilians who had died."

"When those ordinary people perished in the fire, they were with their families. They were in far more despair than these American devils."

"They thought that once they drove out the Japanese devils, they could live a good life, but those damned American imperialists just wouldn't let them live!"

"Fine! Then I won't let them live either!"

"Demon or infamy, I'll take it all!"

"A single punch can prevent a hundred more!"

"As long as I can hurt this so-called world's number one capitalist power and ensure a century of peace for future generations of Chinese, what does it matter if I go to hell after I die?!"

Tears streamed down Wu Wanli's face, dripping onto the red scarf An Jing had given him. He clenched his fists and looked resolutely at the sea of ​​fire below.

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