Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 222 My sword has never been ineffective!!! (10,000 votes daily, please!)

Inside the Flying Tiger No. 1 fighter jet
"No matter how you put it!"

"Three hundred fighter jets against two hundred fighter jets, the advantage is on my side!"

"Before we run out of ammunition and fuel, annihilate these Chinese air force personnel, then parachute to safety, abandoning the fighter jets!"

Wilson, like a gambler risking his life, yelled at the radio with bloodshot eyes.

"Received. Annihilate the Chinese Air Force!"

"Received. Annihilate the Chinese Air Force!"

"..."

Soon, the radio stations relayed slightly trembling voices.

Regardless, they were ace pilots who had fought head-on against the Japanese Zero fighters.

Although I was a little nervous and my ammunition and fuel were running low, my hands moved with the skill of a machine.

Soon, the US Air Force split into small squadrons, with two or three aircraft in a group, intending to use its numerical advantage to strangle the Chinese Air Force.

Upon seeing this, U.S. Air Force Commander Wilson quickly analyzed the situation in his mind, felt somewhat reassured, and even a smug smile appeared on his lips.

The normal course of action going forward would be for the Chinese Air Force to temporarily evade and wait for the US Air Force to run out of fuel, thus stalling for time.

However, this group of ace pilots, along with the advantage of an extra hundred fighter jets, will cause the Chinese Air Force a lot of trouble.

They might even have a chance to severely damage or annihilate the Chinese Air Force!
The US Air Force only has an advantage in the early game, while the Chinese Air Force has an advantage in the late game. However, the US Air Force might prevent the Chinese Air Force from surviving until the late game...

Inside the No. 1 fighter jet for aiding Korea
"Comrade, according to standard air force tactics, we should avoid direct confrontation with the American forces for now!"

"Anyway, they have limited fuel, so we just need to stall for time."

Peter said.

Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Should I avoid his edge?"

"My sword has never been less effective!!!"

"Comrades, the time has come for the Party and the people to test us!"

"Our motherland will remember us, our families will be grateful to us, and our sacrifice will be recorded in history and remembered for all eternity!!"

"Fuck you, full speed, full power, charge with me!!!"

Wang Wei watched the American fighter jets speeding towards him from afar, pulled hard on the control stick, and roared as he sent his MiG fighter jet hurtling towards the American fighter jets at full speed.

Inside the No. 1 fighter jet for aiding Korea
“Comaresh…”

Peter was deeply shocked as he watched the Chinese fighter jets, traveling at full speed, almost crash into the American aircraft.

"Peter, should we retreat?"

At that moment, a Soviet pilot's voice came through the radio, asking a question.

"retreat?"

"Didn't we fight the German Luftwaffe to the death back then?"

"We are the place where the red flag was first raised, how can we lose to the Chinese!"

"The proletariat of the whole world!"

"Unite!"

"Let's break the shackles of capitalism, including that of the United States, starting with our Air Force!"

"Come at me!"

Peter was also infected by this, pulling the joystick to its limit and leading the remaining Korean Air Force to charge towards the US Air Force.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz————"

As the roar of the MiG fighters grew closer and closer, like a thunderclap, all the American pilots panicked.

Inside Flying Tiger No. 129
"Fuck!"

"Crazy, a bunch of lunatics!"

"You're all here to make money and earn military merits, why are you risking your lives!"

American pilot Jack was terrified and quickly moved the control stick to change position.

Most of the American pilots shared his thoughts and were prepared to give way for the time being.

They always threw bombs indiscriminately, laughing and amusing themselves as they watched the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers being engulfed in flames below.

There was no psychological preparation for the air force to fight a decisive battle like this.

The United States enjoyed peace for only a short time, but the idyllic life they had experienced while stationed in Japan had made them reluctant to die.

Inside the Flying Tiger No. 1 fighter jet
"No refunds allowed! Absolutely no refunds allowed!"

"Number Two, Number Three, you two come with me and take out those Chinese fighter jets at the front!"

Wilson realized the risk of a major defeat. After yelling into the radio, he led two fighter jets and charged toward the Wanli-1 MiG fighter jet at the forefront of the Chinese Air Force.

Soon, the distance closed, and the three US warplanes opened fire simultaneously, intending to shoot down Wanli-1 first.

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

A dense barrage of machine gun fire erupted, flashes of gunfire erupted, and scorching bullets rained down on the Wanli-1 fighter jet like a giant net.

Inside the Wanli-1 MiG fighter jet
"Hahahahahaha..."

"I can't go back!"

"Comrade Wu Wanli, the Chinese Air Force has run out of fighter jets. You have to help us seize another batch!"

Wang Wei showed no fear on his face, but rather a heroic spirit of rushing to his death and a surge of exhilaration.

In the sky, the Wanli-1 fighter jet spun and maneuvered, trying its best to dodge bullets, while continuing to ram into the Flying Tiger-1 and other fighter jets with full firepower.

Once upon a time, a hero named Deng Shichang led his warship to ram the Japanese navy, forging a tragic chapter in the history of the Chinese navy.

Today, a pilot named Wang Wei, fearless and determined, is fighting to vindicate the Chinese Air Force and confront the U.S. Air Force!

Below, within the ranks of the 7th Steel Regiment

"Commander, are we going to charge straight in and die together?"

Liu Hanqing put down the binoculars, no longer daring to look, his heart filled with sorrow.

"To die together, my foot!"

"Wang Wei wants to die, but I won't allow it!"

"Give me my gun!"

Wu Wanli steeled his resolve and roared.

"Captain!"

As Shi Qian tossed a Garand rifle to Wu Wanli, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

Wu Wanli took the rifle, raised it, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one smooth motion!
"Bang! Bang!"

Garland let out a roar, and the bullet flew with perfect accuracy toward the American warplane in the sky.

Inside the Flying Tiger No. 1 fighter jet
Wilson was focused intently on piloting his fighter jet, watching the approaching MiG fighter with a hint of panic.

"Fuck!"

"I've already reached the front, what are you all still thinking about?"

"Charge with me..."

"Pong!"

Before Wilson could finish speaking, a bullet shattered the glass canopy of the fighter jet's cockpit, making a cracking sound.

A spray of blood mist mixed with shards of glass flew out.

Air Force Colonel Wilson suddenly felt all his strength drain away, his consciousness blurred, and he finally collapsed onto the control stick in despair.

At the same time, another bullet fired by Wu Wanli hit the American warplane, killing the pilot inside.

Two US warplanes lost control and simultaneously crashed into the middle US warplane.

"Oh!"

With a deafening roar, the US warplane in the center plummeted into the air, billowing black smoke.

At this moment, the combined effects of the god-level marksmanship bonus and the god-level luck bonus were maximized.

Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"This...this was done by the men below?"

Wang Wei had already rushed very close, so he could see quite clearly.

He pulled the control stick to climb, avoiding the American warplanes that were already doomed to crash. After the initial shock, a sense of gratitude welled up inside him.

Although it's still unclear what exactly happened, the person who could use a rifle to take down a fighter jet in such a critical moment was basically the same person the Americans called "God's Shot" 50,000 Li.

"Comrade Wu Wanli, I will always remember your life-saving grace!"

"Comrades, do you see that?"

"The US Air Force is nothing special!"

"Continue the attack and wipe them all out!"

After muttering to himself, Wang Wei continued to issue the attack order over the radio.

Seeing this, the morale of the Chinese Air Force soared, and they charged toward the US Air Force with even greater determination.

On the other hand, the US Air Force suffered heavy losses. Several of its vanguard fighters were shot down, and its commander was killed, causing morale to plummet.

Inside a US military fighter jet
"Shit!"

"To fight to the death when there is no fuel or ammunition is to disregard the lives of Air Force pilots!"

"withdraw!"

The U.S. Air Force lieutenant colonel swallowed hard, turned around and flew away first, before giving the order.

He understood perfectly well that he didn't need to be faster than the Chinese Air Force, just faster than his allies.

After all, the US military still has a numerical advantage in fighter jets, and those fighter jets that withdraw later can buy time for the fastest withdrawal.

Other US military aircraft quickly realized this as well.

With the commander gone, fuel running low, and ammunition nearly depleted, who would risk their life against the Chinese Air Force, which was full of fuel and ammunition and even contemplating mutual destruction?

Soon, almost 80% of the US warplanes turned around and withdrew towards Lichuan.

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

Accompanied by fierce and dense gunfire, the leaden-gray clouds were torn apart by the bursts of bullets from the Chinese Air Force.

Hundreds of US warplanes fled south in panic, like startled birds, the roar of their engines mixed with chaotic curses and pleas for help over the radio.

The Chinese Air Force's MiG fighter jets, however, pounced on their prey like falcons, relentlessly pursuing the enemy aircraft by biting its tail fin.

"Fire! Don't let a single one escape!"

Wang Wei's voice boomed through the radio as he maneuvered the Wanli-1 fighter jet to accelerate the pursuit and simultaneously pressed the fire button.

"Da da da……"

As the cannons of the Wanli fighter jets spat fire, they blasted the tail fin of an American Mustang fighter jet that was trying to evade them in a serpentine maneuver into pieces.

Before the American pilot's terrified cries for help had even faded, the fighter jet had already turned into a fireball and crashed into the snowfield.

However, at this moment, the US military's nightmare had only just begun.

Fuel shortage warning lights flashed wildly in the cockpits of the US fighter jets, and the previously barely organized retreat formation completely collapsed in panic.

Several P-51 Mustangs attempted to climb and shake off their pursuers, but their engines suddenly stopped due to their fuel pumps running dry, causing the aircraft to spin and crash into friendly forces.

Inside a US military fighter jet
"Idiot! Keep your distance!"

The U.S. Air Force lieutenant colonel had just finished his tirade when his cockpit window was pierced by a bullet from a MiG fighter jet.

His head instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the out-of-control fighter jet crashed straight into another F-80, with two fireballs exploding in the clouds.

On the ground, Wu Wanli knelt on one knee, the muzzle of his Garand rifle slowly moving with the black dot in the sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three bullets tore through the cold wind, and the fuel tank of an F-84 flying low exploded.

The moment the pilot ejected, his parachute cord was severed by a stray bullet, and his screams echoed through the sky.

"Beautiful!"

"Commander, I wish you could teach me this skill someday..."

Yu Congrong looked at the American fighter jet that had lost its pilot and was falling, and said with shining eyes.

"Commander, your marksmanship is good, but it's still very dangerous if the fighter jets recoil."

"After all, your bullets are limited, and you'll need to reload."

"If several of their fighter jets dive at the same time, even your best marksmanship won't help."

Liu Hanqing said with a hint of worry.

"If the US Air Force had that kind of courage, they wouldn't be running away now..."

"They're busy escaping and retreating right now, how could they possibly waste time diving and strafing me?"

"If they don't run away and actually get into a dogfight with the Chinese Air Force, I'll have to worry about being accidentally hit."

"And now, if I don't use my marksmanship, it would be a waste."

Wu Wanli smiled slightly, continued loading bullets, and aimed at the sky.

………………

In the sky

Peter's Aid Korea No. 1 fighter jet locked onto an American fighter jet that was trying to escape into the clouds. The enemy aircraft was hit by a barrage of machine gun fire and disintegrated in mid-air.

Other Soviet pilots used classic "scissor-strangle" tactics to block the American retreat, forcing the fleeing aircraft into the Chinese Air Force's firepower.

surrender!

parachute!

The remaining American troops were completely devastated and made this last-ditch effort to survive.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

A U.S. pilot in a Mustang fighter jet frantically shook the wings. The moment the canopy popped open, the white parachute trembled like a leaf in the cold wind.

More and more US warplanes gave up resistance, and pilots rushed to eject.

They feared that if they were even a step too slow, they would be torn apart by the firepower of MiG fighters or the "devil bullets" flying from the ground.

When the last U.S. military aircraft made an emergency landing on the flat ground next to Red Cloud Canyon, the snow was covered with gray and white parachutes.

The parachuting American pilots knelt in a row with their hands raised, and the soldiers of the 7th Steel Regiment surrounded them with their rifles, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

"Report to the leader!"

"We captured 168 American pilots and 128 American warplanes! The remaining American warplanes were all destroyed!"

Gao Daxing roared with an excited tremor in his voice.

"At least for now, this sky belongs to the Chinese Air Force!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Liu Hanqing burst into laughter, feeling somewhat excited.

Defeating the US Air Force and gaining air superiority in China—what an unfamiliar statement.

But now, all of this has become a reality!
The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Regiment watched as streaks of Chinese red flashed overhead.

At this moment, many veterans couldn't help but have tears well up in their eyes.

They were bombed by the Nationalist army when they were climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands.

Later, during the War of Resistance against Japan, it was bombed by the Japanese army.

Then, at the very beginning of the Korean War, it was bombed by the US military.

Now they finally have an air force capable of fighting the United States; it wasn't easy...

"Order the air force to continue towards Yangcun area!"

"This is a rare opportunity to have air superiority; we must seize this chance to completely wipe out the armored battalion of the US 5th Division!"

Wu Wanli waved his hand without changing his expression and gave the order.

"Yes!"

One of the messengers glanced excitedly at the sky before rushing down to deliver the message.

"You are all my soldiers, Wu Wanli's men, can't you be a little more capable!"

“This is just the beginning!”

"From now on, we'll have the firepower of ten thousand cannons roaring together, and armored formations like a steel torrent!"

"There will be an overwhelming roar of fighter jets and naval fleets crashing against the setting sun!"

"I hope that the situation of being bombed relentlessly without being able to fight back, like in the Battle of Shangganling, can end with me..."

As Wu Wanli spoke, he lowered his voice as he spoke the last sentence.

As a time traveler from the 21st century, he naturally felt that none of this mattered.

But in this era, these things are indeed enough to excite the Chinese people.

"Don't worry, Wanli."

"I believe that Comrade Wu Qianli and his comrades will definitely be able to hold out until the Air Force passes through."

When Liu Hanqing saw Wu Wanli suddenly lower his voice, he thought he was feeling down, so he quickly patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Yes, the assault team isn't that fragile. My brother and his comrades are tough as nails!"

Wu Wanli glanced at the Iron Heart Sky Eye map and felt a sense of reassurance.

On the map, Wu Qianli's assault regiment was indeed holding firm.

Without bombing by the US Air Force, the First Assault Regiment even launched a counter-offensive, and it seemed that taking Yangcun was only a matter of time.

However, at this time, the US armored battalion had also completed its outflanking maneuver and was speeding toward Yangcun.

....................................

Yangcun, the temporary command post of the first assault regiment
"Commander, without those American airmen, we'll be able to take Yangcun very soon!"

"But it's strange that the US military would suddenly withdraw its air force and not send any more reinforcements."

"I always felt that the American devils were plotting something."

Mei Sheng frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

"Whatever their schemes, let's take Yangcun first!"

"This is the only southern barrier in Muyunli, as important as the Great Wall Pass of the capital."

Wu Qianli looked at the battle map and said decisively.

"Report to the leader!"

"Oh no!"

"The American armored battalion has circled around to our rear, and dozens of tanks and a large number of American troops are rushing towards us from behind!"

At this moment, a volunteer army communications officer ran back quickly and shouted.

"We were just one step away from taking Yangcun completely, but their armored battalion had to arrive at that crucial moment!"

"pity!"

Zhang Taofang, covered in blood, strode over and overheard what was happening, and said...

He requested the reserve force several times at the front, but Mei Sheng remained cautious and did not move them, precisely to guard against this move.

Now that he has personally returned to request the reserves, he overheard that the American armored battalion had circled around, and he knew there was no hope of getting them.

"Commander, it seems that Yang Village is just bait."

"The American devils were afraid that we would just run away, so Yangcun suffered repeated defeats and no ground troops were sent to reinforce us."

"Now, the US Fifth Division has revealed its true colors; they want to wipe out the entire assault regiment."

Mei Sheng looked at the battle map and immediately analyzed it.

"If we deploy our reserves at the top, can we hold out until the 80th Division and the New Eighth Army arrive?"

Wu Qianli's expression was somewhat solemn as he spoke.

"We lost too many comrades in the previous offensive. Holding out for a while is manageable, but whether we can get reinforcements depends on luck."

Mei Sheng sighed and said.

"luck?"

"I, Wu Qianli, never believe in luck; I only believe in the gun in my hand and my soldiers!"

"Everyone in command who can handle a gun, come with me to the battlefield!"

"Even if it means our entire assault regiment is wiped out, Yangcun must hold out until reinforcements arrive!" Wu Qianli resolutely picked up his gun and gave the order.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Taofang and the others quickly agreed.

....................................

South of Yangcun, within a makeshift defensive position
Wu Qianli raised his binoculars and looked at the tank formation in the distance, his heart sinking.

"Rumble————"

The roar of dozens of tank engines grew closer, followed by a battalion of American soldiers.

Soon, the American tanks slowed down and stopped, lined up, and fired a barrage at Wu Qianli and his men's position.

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

A deafening explosion rang out, and fiery clouds burst open on the position of the First Assault Regiment.

Amidst a piercing shriek that tore through the air, Wu Qianli roared as he tackled Mei Sheng to the ground.

Zhang Taofang lay alone on the ground, his teeth biting into his lower lip as the shockwave vibrated, the salty blood mixed with the shards of earth swirling on his tongue.

The entire trench was shaking, and the deafening roar of the artillery bombardment caused the soldiers' ears to ring.

Smoke and snowflakes poured into the trenches. Wu Qianli wiped his cheek, which was bleeding from shrapnel cuts, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

"Damn it, back in Seoul, a few rounds of large-caliber howitzers would have blown them all up!"

"They're just taking advantage of the fact that our assault regiment doesn't have artillery!"

"If you're so capable, why don't you stand still and fire a shot in front of Commander Wu Wanli's Seventh Steel Regiment?"

An old soldier shook off the dust from his clothes, looked at the soldiers who had been killed in the explosion, and cursed loudly with a heart full of anguish.

"Comrades, prepare for battle!"

"After they finish bombarding us, they'll definitely attack!"

Wu Qianli raised his gun and shouted a warning.

The very next second after he finished speaking, the tracks of dozens of Sherman tanks crushed the obstacles surrounding Yangcun and charged toward them.

"Da da da da da da..."

In an instant, all the tanks and their machine guns opened fire, the spray of fire tearing a bloody gash in the position.

"Commander, it's too dangerous here. Let me take command. You retreat first!"

Mei Sheng said, pulling Wu Qianli along.

"What use would I be if the defenses were breached?"

"Anti-tank team, push forward!"

Wu Qianli shook off Mei Sheng, who was pulling him back, grabbed two bundles of cluster grenades, and was about to rush out of the position.

"Commander, let's go!"

The veteran snatched Wu Qianli's cluster grenade and charged toward the American tank.

The other two soldiers, carrying the only bazookas they had, charged toward the American tanks.

"call out--"

"Boom! Boom!"

Two close-range rockets destroyed two U.S. tanks.

Taking advantage of the cover provided by the volley of rockets, the veteran managed to escape to a spot not far from the American tanks.

"Da da da da da..."

However, the next second, his body was cut in half at the waist by a Sherman coaxial machine gun.

"what!"

He used the last of his strength to throw the cluster grenade with all his might.

The grenade spun around and landed right next to the tracks of the American tank.

"boom!"

With a loud explosion, the American tank was not completely destroyed, but its tracks broke, rendering it unable to move.

Zhang Taofang suddenly sprang up from the shell crater on the flank, raised his Mosin-Nagant rifle, and fired three bursts that pierced the observation window of a tank a hundred meters away.

"Pong!"

With a sharp crack, Sherman, who had lost his sight, veered off course and crashed into the minefield.

"boom!"

One of the few anti-tank mines detonated, destroying the tank!

However, this resistance was only a drop in the ocean, and the American tanks were already close behind.

The remaining suicide squad members gritted their teeth and charged towards the American troops, each carrying a satchel charge.

"Da da da da da da..."

The vehicle-mounted machine gun continued firing, and soldiers fell one after another on the way to the charge, but fighter jets were still about to approach the tanks.

"Om-"

The next second, the two Shermans suddenly spewed out a 30-meter-long stream of fire.

Flames coated in gelatinous gasoline poured forward, instantly turning several suicide squad members into human torches, their shrill screams mingling with the smell of burning flesh.

"Fuck your grandma!"

"Come at me if you dare!"

Wu Qianli felt heartbroken watching this scene. He grabbed the machine gun and placed it on the edge of the shell crater, the scorching barrel making his palms sizzle.

The 7.62mm bullets clanged and clattered against the frontal armor of the Pershing tank, inadvertently revealing the firing position.

However, Wu Qianli wanted to draw the attention of the American tanks to buy time for the remaining suicide squad soldiers.

Inside a US Army tank
"Since the Chinese want to die, let's grant their wish!"

"Fire at that machine gun position!"

The US Army vehicle commander gave the order with a cold smile.

Soon, the turret turned to aim, and a high-explosive shell was fired.

"Bang-boom!"

The next second, the deadly shell spun rapidly and flew toward the machine gun position where Wu Qianli was.

Although Wu Qianli calculated the time accurately and evacuated a little ahead of schedule.

However, he was still too close.

As flames erupted from the explosion, Wu Qianli was thrown two meters away by the blast wave and crashed heavily to the ground.

He vaguely saw the small fishing boat in Huzhou, Zhejiang, with Wu Shili and his mother serving him fish.

It was as if he could see his new house being built and Wu Wanli marrying a wife he liked.

"Commander! Commander!"

"How are you? Wake up!"

Mei Sheng and his men dragged Wu Qianli back to the position and pressed down on his philtrum.

"I……"

"I'm fine!"

Wu Qianli barely woke up, shook his head, and said with a slight dizziness.

"Commander, we can't keep fighting like this."

"This isn't a question of whether we should stay or not; even if we stayed, we couldn't possibly hold out!"

"These are dozens of tanks, not just a few!"

"The US 5th Division has probably deployed its most formidable armored forces in an effort to annihilate our assault regiment!"

Mei Sheng sighed and said.

"We have to defend it, even if we can't!"

"Where should we break through to?"

"We're surrounded by flat ground. Do you think we can outrun tank tracks on two legs?"

Wu Qianli glanced at the slowly approaching American tanks and smiled wryly.

"Commander, Political Commissar, I can lead the Sharpshooter Battalion to hold them off, you can go!"

"Don't hesitate any longer, or no one will escape!"

Zhang Taofang sighed and said.

There's a quote from Wanli that I really like.

"Never abandon, never give up!"

"I'd rather die on the battlefield than abandon my comrades and give up the position!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Get your cluster grenades ready; we'll trade one for every car we can!"

"It's much easier to switch on the defensive position than during the offensive charge!"

Wu Qianli waved his hand, a resolute look of someone about to die on the battlefield flashing in his eyes.

"Comrades, do you all know Wu Wanli's song 'The Soul of the Chinese Army'?"

Seeing that Wu Qianli was determined, Mei Sheng stopped trying to stop him and, as the political commissar, decided to give him one last morale boost.

"meeting!"

The soldiers looked at the bodies of their fallen comrades and spoke with a heavy heart.

"If our motherland is invaded, prepare!"

Mei Sheng shouted loudly.

"If our motherland is invaded, every patriotic man should stand up for himself!"

"Drink this bowl of hometown wine, for the brave warrior will never return!"

"..."

"Let the blood stain my chest, and let the most beautiful flowers bloom on my breast!"

When the song reached this point, many soldiers smiled proudly.

Chinese liquor doesn't breed cowards who fear death; they're quickly becoming brave warriors themselves.

When their chests were stained with blood, they felt no regret, only boundless glory.

"..."

"The sword is drawn, thunder roars and lightning flashes; it is always the brave who prevail when paths cross!"

"Forward, forward, forward..."

"The Spirit of the Chinese Army!"

After the soldiers finished their roaring song, the American tanks in the distance seemed to have lost their nerve and stopped advancing.

"call out------"

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

The next second, a fierce barrage of artillery fire erupted, and dense clouds of fire burst forth on the battlefield.

"Commander, they're afraid that if they go to the front lines they'll die with us, so they plan to wear us down with artillery fire!"

Mei Sheng instantly guessed the US military's intentions and quickly said...

"If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll go to the mountain!"

"Comrades, we meet on a narrow path!"

Wu Qianli roared.

"The brave wins!"

The soldiers of the First Assault Regiment roared in unison.

"Those American devils want to wear us down without paying a price? Dream on!"

"Sound the charge! Follow me, carrying explosives, and charge!"

"kill!"

With a roar, Wu Qianli grabbed the explosive charge and charged towards the American tank group.

"Rush!!"

The soldiers, their blood boiling with fervor, picked up their explosive charges and charged toward the American tank formation with a roar.

Inside a US Army tank
"court death!"

"Machine gun fire! Tank guns, prepare!"

The U.S. Army major sneered and was about to order the guns to fire.

"Sir, something terrible has happened!"

"Air Force, Air Force..."

"The Chinese Air Force is here!"

An anxious voice came through the radio, like a thunderclap in the head of the U.S. Army major.

"what?!"

"Shouldn't it be our air force that comes?"

"Could it be... that the Chinese Air Force annihilated all three hundred of our fighter jets?!"

The U.S. Army major was startled, his eyes widened, and a wave of fear instantly washed over him.

What kind of firepower does an air force capable of destroying 300 fighter jets represent?!

Their tanks can completely overwhelm infantry, but they are powerless against air force!
"withdraw!"

"Retreat immediately!"

"Split up...split up and don't crowd together!"

The U.S. Army major regained his senses and immediately issued a retreat order.

Upon receiving the order, the US tank groups turned around and scattered in all directions.

After the tank group fled, the remaining infantry battalion, having lost its support and not daring to continue the attack against the air force, also scattered and fled.

“Buzz buzz buzz buzz——”

Soon, the engines of the Chinese fighter jets roared as they tore through the clouds, and the aerial bombs mounted on their bellies gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

"Comrades!"

"These tanks have bullied our soldiers for so long. If we don't blow them up, how can we face going back?!"

"Come at me!"

With a hint of hatred in his eyes, Wang Wei gave the order and then took the lead in diving down at a 45-degree angle.

A large number of MiG fighters dispersed like falcons, each eyeing its target, and swooped down.

The first bomb fell from a thousand meters in the air and accurately hit the turret of the Sherman tank, which was swerving to avoid the attack.

"boom!!!"

With a deafening explosion, the armor plates twisted into a pretzel shape in the violent blast.

The instantaneous explosion of the vehicle-mounted ammunition depot hurled thirty tons of steel into the air, and burning track fragments swept across the fleeing American infantry like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"Maintain a two-aircraft formation and prioritize bombing the gaps between the tanks to eliminate those American soldiers!"

As Wang Wei spoke, he pulled the control stick, and Wanli-1 and its wingman flew past the burning tank wreckage in a scissor-like pattern.

The machine guns on the belly of the aircraft spat out flames that carved two long trails of blood and fire across the ground, instantly turning six American soldiers who tried to crawl into the crater into fragmented blood mist.

Peter's Aid Korea No. 1 fighter jet suddenly swooped vertically from the clouds, and Soviet-made bombs rained down with a vengeful shriek.

A Sherman tank that was turning was instantly engulfed in a series of explosions. The gun barrel of one of them was snapped off by the shockwave and spun into the driver's compartment of another tank.

"Molotov cocktails!"

Following Wang Wei's instructions, four MiG fighter jets dropped napalm bombs at a low altitude of 100 meters.

The gelatinous flames spread like lava through the armored formations, the rubber road wheels of the US tanks exploded in the high temperature, and the screams inside the steel coffins were amplified by the sealed armor into a symphony of hell.

As the last MiG completed its attack climb, the setting sun cast the silhouettes of more than sixty tank wrecks onto the scorched earth.

The twisted gun barrel resembled the drooping head of a defeated soldier, and the molten armor plates bore the carbonized handprints of American armored soldiers.

……

Below, on the Xicun position
"Commander, we...we actually won?"

Zhang Taofang stared at the scene in a daze and asked a question.

The armored force that was just enough to annihilate their entire regiment was destroyed so quickly.

"It's not over yet!"

"Comrades, turn around with me and wipe out all the remaining American troops in Yangcun!"

"Yangcun must be completely under the control of our assault team within ten minutes!"

After giving a military salute to the fighter jets in the sky to express his gratitude, Wu Qianli turned around and gave the order.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

After witnessing the destruction of the US armored group, the soldiers of the assault regiment were in high spirits and raised their guns, shouting loudly.

When they followed Wu Qianli to attack, they discovered that the remaining American troops had already fled after their armored forces were wiped out.

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Hongyun Canyon, inside the headquarters of the 7th Steel Regiment
"Report to the leader!"

"The US 5th Division's armored battalion was completely destroyed by the Air Force; not a single tank escaped!"

At this moment, Liu Hanqing strode over and shouted excitedly.

"Okay, okay!"

"How is the situation in Yangcun? Is it under control?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli finally relaxed his grip on the cormorant whistle given to him by Wu Qianli and then asked.

"Took it!"

"The First Assault Regiment seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack and captured Yangcun position in one fell swoop!"

"Commander, the US 5th Division has lost its armored assault capability and is unable to break out!"

"And with Yang Village gone, they've lost their only buffer zone."

"They even thought they could use this as bait to annihilate the entire assault regiment."

"Now we've lost both our wife and our army!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

As Liu Hanqing spoke, he couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.

"it is good!"

"Now we're just waiting for the 80th Division and the New Eighth Army to arrive."

Wu Wanli looked at the battle map and nodded.

"Report to the leader!"

"The 80th Division has called and is expected to arrive at Yangcun in ten minutes!"

At that moment, a messenger ran in and reported loudly.

"Report to the leader!"

"The New Eighth Army has called and is expected to arrive at the battlefield in fifteen minutes!"

Not long after, another messenger ran in and reported.

"Okay...okay!"

"The US Fifth Division has used its three main tactics."

"Next, it's our turn!"

Wu Wanli drew his pistol, looked in the direction of Mu Yunli, and spoke with a chilling and unstoppable murderous aura.

(End of this chapter)