Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 187 We dare to fight in Washington too! The five-star red flag flutters in the wind!
In the valley of Anshan, on the command vehicle of the 1st Regiment of the 25th Division of the United States

"Sir, something terrible has happened!"

"The cunning Chinese had long ago buried large quantities of dead tree branches soaked in gasoline on the hillsides and in the valleys!"

"Incendiary bombs are exploding everywhere. The first and second battalions attacking the mountain have suffered a crushing defeat and are retreating. The third battalion is about to be affected as well!"

"Run! If you don't run now, you'll miss your chance!"

The U.S. Chief of Staff said in a panic.

"Fuck!"

"Those damn Chinese..."

"Retreating now will result in even greater losses. Can't we ignore those infernos and the Chinese troops on both sides and just charge straight through?"

"Even if only two or three hundred soldiers break through the mountain pass, we can harass and fight near Seoul, preventing them from diverting troops to provide support."

"That's what the US Army commander said."

"Sir, the tank wreckage blocks the way. If we try to force our way through the narrow gap, it's no different from a suicide charge..."

Upon hearing this, the U.S. Chief of Staff quickly offered a reminder.

"Sir, this is bad! The Chinese have blocked the mountain pass in front with huge rocks. If the rear is blocked too, we won't be able to escape!"

At that moment, a U.S. military staff officer rushed over and said.

"Quickly, turn around and retreat!"

"Third Battalion, provide cover! Everyone else, abandon all heavy weapons and vehicles and evacuate as quickly as possible!"

The US Army commander felt a surge of intense heat from the flames. Without hesitation, he jumped out of the vehicle and shouted the order.

……

Soon, the U.S. guard platoon and U.S. artillery units at the rear didn't even have time to destroy the cannons and vehicles before they fled in panic to the rear.

The remaining US 1st and 2nd battalions were almost completely wiped out by the white phosphorus flames.

The Third Battalion, which was the reserve force, realized that they had been abandoned and gave up their so-called rearguard mission, choosing instead to join the fleeing army.

Countless American soldiers were crammed into the narrow valley, desperately trying to escape to the rear.

The flames on both sides pressed closer and closer, and waves of heat rushed toward them in layers. What was even more deadly was that one after another burning "firemen" rushed toward their densely packed area.

"Da da da da da da..."

A U.S. soldier, seeing the "fireman" about to crash into him, immediately raised his submachine gun and gritted his teeth as he swept it away.

The U.S. military officer remained silent upon seeing this, clearly acquiescing to the action in order to save his own life.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Soon, the American soldiers raised their guns and shot the "firemen" one by one before continuing to flee forward.

But once the shooting began, it seemed unstoppable.

With the fire closing in and the hilltop fire pressing down, the U.S. military knew that at least a small number of people could escape.

So some people started shooting at the wounded American soldiers who were blocking their way and moving slowly, and the killing spree gradually spread to everyone.

Only a very few lucky ones managed to catch up with the guard platoon and artillerymen ahead, running towards the escape route to the rear.

All of this was observed by Wu Wanli, who possessed the Heavenly Eye Map.

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

"Wanli, we could have blocked off the road behind us just now, why did we wait so long?"

Liu Hanqing asked with a hint of doubt.

"We have to give these American devils hope, make them do anything, even shoot at others just to have a chance to survive."

"And they don't have time to think much before they leave behind a large amount of heavy firepower and ammunition to escape."

"Look at the heavy snow in the sky and the extremely low temperature that you can almost touch; in reality, the flames can't burn forever."

"The fire and firepower can kill at most two thousand American troops. If the remaining one thousand American troops fight like cornered beasts, it will cause great losses to our manpower."

"We also need to conserve our strength to support the Han River defense line, where the number of American troops attacking is more than twice that here."

Looking at the sea of ​​fire below, Wu Wanli calmly said.

"You've calculated everything perfectly. Besides the command of the ambush operation, you even factored in the collapse of morale and spirit of the American troops..."

"It's a pity. If we had a few thousand volunteer troops, we wouldn't need to risk our lives to buy time."

"As for the situation of the Han River defense line, it is indeed in dire straits."

"The US military knows that we are outnumbered and that after learning of the major defeat of the attacking forces at Anshan, they will definitely intensify their offensive on the Han River and take advantage of our time."

"I don't know if Comrade Wu Qianli and his men can hold the Han River."

A hint of worry flashed across Liu Hanqing's face as he spoke.

"The biggest problem with the Han River defense line is that it has no air force and has completely lost air superiority."

“Under these circumstances, even the artillery units at the Han River defense line had to hide and dared not fire.”

"It doesn't matter. Once we finish fighting here, we'll be able to help our comrades on the Han River defense line."

Wu Wanli took a deep breath and said.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, our air force has completely annihilated the US air force formation!"

At this moment, Prehistoric smiled and handed over the telegram.

"it is good!"

"I originally thought I would send the Air Force to destroy the US artillery units that might put up a stubborn resistance, but I didn't expect that I had overestimated the US military's will to resist."

"Have the air force bombard the mountain pass all the way to the top, until they have bombed the fastest American troops, then immediately return to Seoul to refuel and replenish ammunition, and take off to support the Han River defense line."

"Only artillerymen who are unable to move need to clean up the battlefield and stay behind at the Anshan defense line. The remaining troops should immediately march to the convoy parking area outside the mountain pass and follow me to support the Han River defense line."

Wu Wanli glanced at his watch and said.

"Wanli, in fact, we only need another half hour of pursuit to completely wipe out the organization of the 1st Regiment of the US 25th Division."

"If we withdraw our main force now, we might leave them with two or three hundred seedlings."

Looking at the fleeing American soldiers below, Liu Hanqing said with a hint of regret.

"We can't be greedy. It's already glorious enough that our Steel Seventh Battalion, with only one regiment, managed to defeat a regiment of several thousand American troops like this."

"We can't delay any longer. If we arrive even a minute later, the Han River defense line might collapse."

"Only by quickly sending this highly motivated force to support the Han River can we seize a sliver of hope for victory."

"Even if the US military loses a major war, it still has the advantage, but we cannot afford to lose."

Looking at the scene of the Han River battlefield through the Iron Heart Sky Eye Map in his mind, Wu Wanli said with a heavy heart.

The Sky Eye map showed that the Han River position had been repeatedly bombed by the US Air Force and had become a sea of ​​fire.

After the fighter jets bombed, the artillery bombarded the area, and some trenches and tunnels were collapsed by the shells, burying the soldiers inside alive.

The remaining men fought desperately to hold off wave after wave of American attacks, but they were becoming increasingly exhausted.

"You're right, we can't afford to lose..."

Liu Hanqing sighed.

"Then keep winning until the moment when the US military is completely defeated."

"Let's go."

After Wu Wanli finished speaking, he walked down.

……

Upon receiving the order, the volunteer soldiers below did not linger in battle but immediately withdrew, running towards the convoy without hesitation.

Other South Korean troops who had revolted also excitedly put away their guns and followed the Chinese People's Volunteer Army to prepare for the Han River battlefield.

Deep down, they still harbored a sliver of fear of the U.S. military's combat capabilities.

But after personally fighting this battle with the 7th Steel Battalion and seeing the American soldiers being burned by flames, the fear in my heart completely disappeared.

Putting aside their combat effectiveness, they have at least transformed into a force capable of fighting the US military.

The fleeing American troops endured the relentless bombing by the Chinese Air Force, and in the end, only a little over two hundred soldiers managed to escape. Terrified, they fled all the way to Incheon, never wanting to return to the battlefield in Seoul.

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Outside the mountain pass, the convoy and helicopters landed on the plain.

"Damn, this battle was so exhilarating! I never knew the feeling of being under firepower was so satisfying!"

"You didn't see it, those American devils were yelling and charging forward at first, but then they ran away faster than rabbits."

Yu Congrong laughed heartily as he spoke.

"The amount of ammunition we used in this battle was enough for an ordinary division of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army to fight a whole battle. Of course, it was exhilarating."

"Take fuel for example. Only our commander-in-chief has the guts to do that. Who else would dare to empty half of Seoul's reserves to set the valley on fire?"

Gao Daxing said with a smile.

"Comrades, we cannot be careless just because we have won."

"These American soldiers are actually quite capable. According to preliminary statistics, they caused us to lose more than 100 soldiers in the early stages of the attack."

"Including the casualties of the South Korean army, the number has reached more than 800, almost breaking 1,000."

"If it weren't for the commander-in-chief's strategic planning, we probably wouldn't have been able to defeat them."

Seeing that the group was becoming somewhat arrogant, Liu Hanqing quickly reminded them.

"How are those wounded soldiers? Are they receiving proper treatment?"

Wu Wanli asked with a slight pang of pain in his heart.

"The medics and medical personnel did their best to treat them, but conditions on the battlefield were limited, and some of the more seriously injured did not survive."

"There are a few left clinging to life, but we don't know if they can hold on until they can be taken back to Seoul for treatment."

Pinghe sighed and said.

"I'm fine. I can still fight to the death with the commander-in-chief!"

"Commander-in-chief, I was a soldier in the old Seventh Company. I'm not so easy to defeat!"

At that moment, a volunteer soldier who had just been bandaged after being shot in the abdomen shouted.

Upon hearing the words "Seventh Company," Wu Wanli's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked towards the wounded soldier's location.

"Commander-in-Chief, this is one of the seriously wounded, but he refuses to leave, saying he wants to continue fighting with you. Please try to persuade him..."

A medic looked at Wu Wanli with a troubled expression and said.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, the 533rd soldier, Balong, requests to continue fighting!" Balong, clutching his abdominal wound, saluted from his stretcher, enduring the pain.

"Nonsense!"

"It's not easy for the soldiers of the old Seventh Company to have survived until now, don't act impulsively!"

"Return to Seoul to recuperate, that's an order!"

"There might be some fierce street fighting to come. If you recover from your injuries, you might come in handy sometime."

Wu Wanli was slightly moved. His first sentence was a firm order, but his second sentence was a soft reassurance.

"Yes!"

Baron hesitated for half a second, then gritted his teeth and saluted in response.

"Commander-in-Chief Kaka, the helicopter is ready."

"The air force will come to meet you and provide escort in a short time. Please prepare to board the plane."

At this moment, Huang Yongshi walked over and said with his head down.

"No need. I haven't been very effective in this kind of defensive situation in the past. Use it to transport the seriously wounded back to Seoul first."

Wu Wanli thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said.

He had originally planned to go ahead to boost morale, but then he thought about how everyone was numb from the constant bombardment and the extremely low visibility.

Unless it arrives with reinforcements, its effectiveness is indeed limited.

"Yes!"

Huang Yongshi agreed without hesitation.

"The rest of you, get in the military vehicle with me and head out to reinforce the Han River defense line!"

Wu Wanli climbed into a large military truck and said.

"Yes!"

Everyone readily agreed and quickly boarded the military vehicles, speeding towards the Han River defense line.

"Rumble————"

The roar of truck engines filled the air as they swayed and rattled, carrying soldiers away into the distance.

Although the volunteer soldiers on the vehicle were still in high spirits, they felt a pang of sadness as they looked at their comrades who were no longer by their side.

Although losing only one or two hundred soldiers was already a terrifying casualty ratio, the Seventh Steel Battalion only had about eight hundred soldiers, which meant that on average, every squad had a hero who was left behind in this cold winter.

Thinking about the battles to come, and not knowing whether their comrades who had been with them day and night would fall, they were unusually brave but silent.

"Commander-in-chief, should we try to boost the morale of the soldiers?"

Seeing this, Liu Hanqing said in a low voice.

"Instructor, don't be fooled by the fact that our comrades don't talk much. When it comes to the battlefield, none of them are slack."

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong said...

"Indeed, not a single soldier in our Volunteer Army is a coward!"

"But the battlefield is dangerous, and no one can say for sure whether we will survive. Why don't we sing a military song together to boost our morale?"

"After all, there's not much entertainment left for them..."

Lei Zhen, the deputy company commander standing to the side, sighed and offered his suggestion.

"Okay!"

"My favorite song is the Chinese military spirit sung by the commander-in-chief. It's so powerful and inspiring!"

Upon hearing this, one of the soldiers quickly offered his advice.

"A thunderclap, a sword, a pack of tigers, the Seventh Steel Battalion—that's what a satisfying roar!"

Upon hearing this, another soldier quickly spoke up.

Soon, the soldiers inside the vehicle started chatting animatedly, each clearly having their own interests, and the atmosphere was no longer lifeless.

"How about I sing a new song to give everyone a fresh start?"

Looking at these heroic warriors with chapped lips and some minor injuries, Wu Wanli couldn't help but speak.

"Okay!"

"You guys are lucky to be here! It's been so long since you've heard anything new. Clap your hands!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong was the first to clap his hands enthusiastically.

"Clap clap..."

Upon hearing this, everyone excitedly clapped.

Liu Hanqing looked at Wu Wanli with a hint of surprise, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Soon, the applause subsided, and everyone fell silent, their eyes all focused on Wu Wanli.

For a moment, the only sound inside the cabin was the howling of the wind and snow outside.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and the victory song rings so loud!"

"Singing praises to our beloved motherland, may we march towards prosperity and strength!"

Looking at these heroic warriors, Wu Wanli sang out in a slightly hoarse voice.

As soon as the song began, the volunteer soldiers present were all stunned for a moment.

After entering North Korea, due to their status, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army used red flags and did not bring the five-star red flag with them.

Upon hearing the national flag and the name of the motherland, everyone's hearts throbbed with fervor.

"Crossing mountains, crossing plains, and traversing the surging Yellow River and Yangtze River!"

"This vast and beautiful land is our beloved hometown!"

"The heroic people have stood up! We are united, loving, and as strong as steel!"

Wu Wanli opened his mouth wide, deeply moved, and sang out loud.

Back in school, he didn't really appreciate these songs; he even felt like they were just a task to be completed, and they weren't as good as pop songs at all.

But when he put on the uniform of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, he actually crossed the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.

Being far from home, fighting in the freezing cold of a foreign land, I felt a deeper connection to this song.

And weren't they fighting so desperately so that the heroic people of China could truly stand up?

When the volunteer soldiers heard this, especially when they thought of their beloved hometown, they couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.

Liu Hanqing looked at Wu Wanli with tears in his eyes, amazed and moved.

Hometown is more than just two words; it also represents the parents and wives who sent them off with anticipation and worry, and the land allocated to the family.

Even foods like spicy soup, stinky tofu, hot dry noodles, donkey meat sandwiches, snail rice noodles, knife-cut noodles, rice noodle rolls, chili crossing-the-bridge noodles, Goubuli steamed buns, and so on...

However, in order to protect their homeland, these volunteer soldiers still threw themselves into this war to establish the nation without hesitation.

"..."

We are hardworking, we are brave.

"We have overcome so many hardships to achieve our liberation today!"

"We love peace, we love our homeland, and anyone who dares to invade us will be destroyed!"

When Wu Wanli sang this part, his tone became extremely powerful and resounding, instantly revealing the murderous and domineering aura he had just displayed after annihilating thousands of American troops.

"it is good!"

"Whoever dares to invade us, we'll wipe them out. So what if it's American imperialism?"

"If the Party Central Committee gives the order, we can conquer Seoul, and we dare to fight Washington too!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong felt a surge of satisfaction and roared loudly.

"That's right! We'll hit wherever you're told! If you're afraid of dying, you shouldn't be a soldier!"

Upon hearing this, the volunteer soldiers below roared in response.

The fierce and powerful army that founded the nation displayed its killing intent without reservation; they never lacked the determination and courage to fight to the end!
"The sun is rising in the east!"

"The People's Republic is growing!"

"Our leader, Mao...guides the way forward!"

"Our lives are improving every day, and our future is bright and promising!"

"..."

Feeling the atmosphere around him, Wu Wanli finished singing the last verse in his loudest voice.

When Liu Hanqing heard that name, his eyes widened and his body trembled slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

The volunteer soldiers listened with great excitement, and some of them even learned to sing it.

"Comrades, let me lead you in singing this song together to support the Han River defense line, shall we!"

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, ready, go!"

Seeing that everyone was engrossed in the activity and that it was having a great effect, Wu Wanli quickly took the lead and said.

"it is good!!"

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, how loud the song of victory is!"

"Singing praises to our beloved motherland, may we march towards prosperity and strength!"

"..."

"The sun is rising in the East, and the People's Republic is growing!!!"

"Our leader, Mao...guides the way forward!"

"..."

Soon, a loud red song rang out from inside the carriage.

One by one, slightly hoarse voices sang, though some were raspy and off-key.

But the domineering spirit and determination of a battle-hardened soldier is a feeling that can never be sung in modern times.

At first, only the carriage where Wu Wanli was located was filled with singing.

Soon, the volunteer soldiers in each military vehicle started singing in unison.

Accompanied by this stirring second national anthem, these most beloved people resolutely rushed towards the critical battlefield of the Han River defense line!

(End of this chapter)