Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 256: The War God Wu Wanli with Console Cheat! (Small Update, Please Vote)
USS Enterprise, Operations Conference Room
"Sir, the casualties have reached over four thousand!"

"That means we wiped out an entire regiment and still haven't taken this damn position!"

The chief of staff of the U.S. Army's 1st Division said.

"Sir, what's a regiment?"

"Our 1st Army Division has the strength of three brigades!"

"As long as we can win, none of this matters."

"Moreover, the enemy also suffered considerable losses."

"With the casualties from the battles ahead and the bombings from behind, they've lost at least five or six thousand men!"

"That's what Brigade Commander Miller said."

"The problem is that most of the five or six thousand men they lost were North Korean soldiers, not Chinese soldiers."

"If we achieve this casualty ratio with the Chinese 7th Steel Regiment, then it can be considered a victory."

"But to suffer such casualties against the Korean soldiers is a disgrace to us."

"Lieutenant General Thomas said with a grim face."

"Sir, the most crucial thing on the battlefield is not just the quality of the soldiers."

"And the command of officers, especially the command of a large number of junior officers."

"According to our intelligence, the 7th Steel Regiment of China is actually a large officer corps."

"The soldiers of the 7th Steel Regiment were sergeants at the level of squad leader and deputy squad leader in the Volunteer Army, not ordinary soldiers."

"Having a large number of these experienced non-commissioned officers stationed among the North Korean soldiers will indeed greatly enhance their combat effectiveness."

"Brigadier General Harrison said."

Even so, this is not a reason for our defeat.

"Miller, most of the casualties in these incidents have been from your brigade."

"How are you? Can you still fight?"

Thomas glanced at Miller and asked.

"Sir, give the Fourth Brigade a little more chance, and we will definitely be able to conquer China's hilly fortresses!"

Miller said somewhat anxiously upon hearing this.

His Fourth Brigade suffered so many casualties, wasting so much of the Chinese army's strength.

If someone else were to take the lead at this point, it would be a huge loss.

He fought to the death and lost in the early battles, so how could he possibly agree to give the credit for the victories to someone else!

"I don't want to see that kind of attack again. Come up with your plan."

"That's what Lieutenant General Thomas said."

"Sir, I've already investigated. China's hilly fortress complex has a fatal weakness!"

"The fortresses they dug in the hills and mountains were very well protected, but they were too sealed off and not conducive to ventilation."

“We can bomb them with white phosphorus incendiary bombs, whether it’s the air force or the artillery.”

"Although the burning flames may not kill many of them, the gases released by the burning white phosphorus will be highly toxic!"

"Those people in their fortified area will be poisoned to death!"

Brigadier General Miller gave a sinister smile and said.

"Is the wind direction favorable for us to fight like this?"

"If the wind is blowing towards us, wouldn't it poison our own people?"

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant General Thomas frowned and asked.

"Sir, the recent wind direction is in our favor."

"As long as there's no sudden change during an attack from the outside, there won't be any problems."

"I believe victory is on the outside."

"That's what Brigade Commander Miller said."

"What do you think?"

Lieutenant General Thomas frowned slightly and looked at the other two, asking them a question.

“Sir, from a military perspective, it’s worth the risk if there’s even a 50% chance of victory.”

"We have superior troop strength and firepower, so we can give it a try."

Brigade Commander Carter agreed.

Harrison opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't utter any words of advice.

After so long, they still haven't broken through Incheon's first line of defense. They really need to try and can't delay any longer.

But he had a lingering sense of unease, and he didn't know how to express it.

"Then let's do it."

"Miller, prepare for two waves of attack."

"If you can't break through with white phosphorus bombs in the first round, you will personally lead the elite troops to attack!"

"No matter what, we must take down this hilly fortress complex!"

Lieutenant General Thomas gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Brigade Commander Miller immediately stood at attention and agreed, his eyes filled with determination.

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Incheon Garrison Command
"Wanli, Yu Congrong sent a telegram requesting to hold out a little longer, saying that he hadn't had enough of fighting yet."

"Moreover, he also has military reasons."

"They say that the hill fortresses are there now, which can confine the battlefield to a certain space."

"When the battlefield is not wide enough, the US military's numerical advantage cannot be brought into play, which is advantageous for defense."

"Once the US military is completely landed, the defensive lines we need to defend will actually be stretched out."

Liu Hanqing handed the telegram to Wu Wanli and said.

"This kid has honed his skills to a certain extent; he's more than capable of taking over the Ninth Division."

Wu Wanli smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

"Wanli, should we adopt Yu Congrong's suggestion?"

Liu Hanqing asked.

【bite--------】

[The system has detected that the host is facing a crucial decision on the battlefield. The system has been activated!]

Option 1: Shift the strategic defensive focus and hold out for two days at the hill fortress complex.

[Reward 1: Teams inside the Hill Fortress Complex gain a 15% defense bonus!]

[Reward 2: A random piece of intelligence!]

Option Two: Launch a final attack, severely damaging or annihilating the latest wave of landing US troops before withdrawing!

[Reward 1: Gain one hour of access to the weather control console, allowing you to make minor weather changes.]

[Reward 2: A random piece of intelligence!]

[Note: Although the reward will be issued immediately after selection, the system will crash if the host does not complete the selected tasks.]

Soon, the system's cold notification sound rang out.

Weather control panel?
It would be great if it were a console for massing units or loot.

Even if the weather control console is fine, it only allows for minor adjustments to the weather.

In other words, even a massive typhoon that destroys a US warship won't work.

However, from an overall strategic perspective, the real battle should be fought at the Nantianmen fortifications on Songyue Mountain, where it would be most advantageous.

Moreover, the 15% bonus isn't actually that significant and can't offset the negative impact of changing the strategy.

"Option two: launch a counterattack and retreat!"

Wu Wanli silently recited in his heart.

【bite--------】

[Congratulations, host! Your selection is complete. Rewards will be issued!]

[Random intelligence: The US military's next offensive will utilize a large number of white phosphorus incendiary bombs, with the aim of using the poison gas from the white phosphorus bombs to kill the defenders within the hill fortifications!]

[Air control console (small range, small amplitude)]

[Wind direction and speed] [Rainfall intensity]

[Solar Intensity] [Dark Clouds Obscuring the Sun]

[The host can silently think of the places that need to be changed and the weather changes!]

Soon, the system's cold notification sounded again.

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed in Wu Wanli's eyes.

These two combined are an absolute killer move!

This is no less impressive than Zhuge Liang's strategy of borrowing the east wind and burning the Red Cliffs!

If Zhuge Liang could borrow the east wind, so can I, Wu Wanli!

"Wanli, the next round of American attacks should be coming soon. We need to prepare early."

"Whether you're going to hold out to the death or fight one last round and then retreat, please make it clear in the telegram."

Seeing that Wu Wanli had been thinking for a long time, Liu Hanqing offered a reminder.

"Yu Congrong is a skilled soldier; he has plenty of battles to fight. Don't be too greedy."

"After finishing the last wave as planned, we will retreat back to the fortifications at Nantianmen. We cannot linger in the battle."

Wu Wanli waved his hand and gave the order.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately agreed.

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Hill fortress complex
"Master Yu, with the firepower battalion and those Korean soldiers, we now have 5,000 combat-ready troops left."

"So it was actually reasonable for the commander-in-chief to tell us to fight the last wave and then run away."

"After all, the only ones with real combat capability are the comrades in the fire support battalion."

"Those North Korean soldiers have already suffered no more casualties after such heavy losses; at most, they are just assisting us in defense."

Lei Zhen said.

"Eh……"

"If I were commanding a division of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army instead of a Korean division, I would have held out until I died!"

"Are the bombs and everything ready?"

Yu Congrong sighed and asked.

"It's ready. There are timed ones and traction-triggered ones, scattered throughout the various fortresses."

"When we withdraw, the US military will definitely be bombed again by these bombs."

Lei Zhen said.

"Reporting to Instructor Yu, the American forces have launched an attack!!!"

At this moment, a volunteer soldier rushed over and said.

"All units, prepare for battle! Give them a good beating! We're leaving after this wave!"

Yu Congrong immediately gave the order.

"Yes!"

The volunteer soldier's communications officer immediately agreed and ran towards the distant cave entrance.

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At the edge of the gray sea, countless sharp, knife-like outlines were first pierced through.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of transport ships surged and filled the sea as far as the eye could see.

The transport ships formed a massive wedge-shaped attack formation, their bows cleaving through the cold waves, leaving trails of billowing, foamy wakes.

Every landing craft has been pushed to its limits.

On the narrow deck, American soldiers were crammed together like sardines in a can.

Their M1 helmets reflected the cold sunlight, and their faces beneath the helmets were stiff from the cold wind and their tense emotions.

His eyes were fixed on the increasingly clear, yet increasingly ominous, outline of the coastline ahead.

"Sir, are we going to be cannon fodder under the guns of the 7th Steel Regiment of China?"

A young U.S. soldier, his heart pounding with nervousness, asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"We are not cannon fodder, we are heroes fighting for America."

"Without our military force, there would be no America today."

"The Chinese are fighting for their country, and we are fighting for America's Far East interests!"

"We will win! The United States will defeat the Soviet Union and become the world's only and most powerful nation!"

"Get ready to land, guys! Defeat those Chinese! God is with us!"

The U.S. military officer made a gesture of prayer, his gaze unwavering, and said, "God is with us!"

Upon hearing this, the American soldiers on the ship began to offer their final prayers.

After praying, they held their heavy M1 rifles and Browning automatic rifles tightly to their chests.

The bayonet sheaths clattered against the ammunition pouches and water bottles, producing a soft, unsettling metallic clang.

In the distance, the steel behemoths crowded together with other transport ships were their last reassurance.

There were more than twenty Sherman medium tanks and several Chaffee light reconnaissance tanks.

Their massive bodies almost filled the hull, their tracks gripping the slippery deck, trembling slightly with the violent rocking of the hull.

"We're almost there, guys!!"

"Once the tanks land, we'd better follow quickly!!!"

The American officer held his gun steady and shouted.

Soon, the ships transporting the tanks were the first to dock.

The heavy bow ramp slammed down, creating a huge splash.

Instantly, murky seawater surged into the landing ramp.

The heavy tank, with its overwhelming momentum, was the first to rush into the shallow water area and quickly rolled onto the wet mudflats.

Following closely behind the tanks, thousands of American infantrymen poured out of the open bows of the boats like a flood bursting its banks.

The beach was quickly filled with a dense mass of figures. Soldiers, using tanks as cover or forming their own teams, began to advance inland.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz——————"

At this moment, a large number of carrier-based aircraft took off and approached, passing over the American troops and flying towards the hill fortress complex.

Fortress Command Center

"The American devils are going to bomb again."

Lei Zhen looked at the approaching US warplanes in the distance and said.

"Let them bomb it. Anyway, our fortresses are all built on the mountainside."

"The mountain is jutting outwards from both the top and bottom, but the bunkers on the mountainside are concave, so the bombs don't have much of an impact on us."

"Tell the comrades, let the American troops get close first, then attack them fiercely!"

Yu Congrong snorted coldly and said indifferently.

"call out--------"

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

In an instant, countless white phosphorus incendiary bombs exploded in front of the fortress complex, and countless flames rose up.

"These American devils' bombing skills have declined. What's the point of bombing our area?"

“They used to bomb this area, so maybe some shrapnel from the explosions will occasionally fly over here.”

Looking at the flames in the distance, Lei Zhen said, somewhat confused about what the US military was up to.

"not good!"

"The political commissar told us that this white phosphorus incendiary bomb would release a large amount of poison gas!"

"The wind is blowing from the west right now, and that wind will bring the poisonous gas with it!"

"Have the comrades in the artillery battalion soak cloths in water and prepare to withdraw completely, leaving the soldiers of the Ninth Division to cover the rear!"

Yu Congrong frowned and said with great determination.

Since the retreat was the original plan, there was no need to sacrifice so many comrades.

"Master Yu, the commander-in-chief sent a telegram saying that the wind direction will soon change to east."

"So when we're on defense, we can throw white phosphorus incendiary grenades, which, combined with the destructive power of white phosphorus gas, will be quite considerable."

At this moment, a staff officer of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army handed the telegram to Yu Congrong and said.

"This……"

"If that's really the case, then God is helping us fight those American devils!"

"Don't retreat yet! The commander-in-chief has never been wrong. I trust him!"

"Tell the comrades to give it their all! Replace the mortar shells with white phosphorus incendiary bombs and hurl them at the American troops!"

Yu Congrong thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing that it was the commander-in-chief who spoke, Lei Zhen responded without the slightest hesitation.

……

"call out------"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Soon, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's mortars began to unleash their power, with large numbers of white phosphorus incendiary shells raining down on the American troops.

Flames rose up and engulfed a large area of ​​American troops.

"Help, me! help, me!"

An American soldier engulfed in flames lunged at other American soldiers, howling in agony.

Seeing this, the other American soldiers hurriedly took cover, fearing direct contact.

"Da da da da da da!"

Upon seeing this, the U.S. military officer did not hesitate to shoot him dead.

"Any contact with the white phosphorus flames is fatal. We can't let them affect others. Shoot them all!"

"These Chinese people still dare to use these incendiary bombs, they're just waiting to be poisoned to death!"

"The attack is temporarily halted. After the poison gas kills these Chinese people, we can charge forward without any obstacles."

The American officer snorted and shouted.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing the order, the other American soldiers immediately raised their guns and shot the firemen, then positioned themselves behind tanks to wait for the poison gas to "attack" the fortified complex first.

Wu Wanli saw this scene through the Sky Eye Map and realized that the time was almost right.

He immediately opened the control panel and adjusted the wind direction and speed.

Soon, the westerly wind, which was supposed to be carrying white phosphorus gas toward the fortress complex, turned into an easterly wind!

On the U.S. observation warship, Brigadier General Miller was initially smug, looking towards the fortified area through binoculars.

He estimated the time, waiting to see the poison gas flood the fortress, causing the defenders to suffocate and collapse.

"The wind speed... is decreasing?" The weather officer next to Miller suddenly whispered hesitantly, "No... the wind direction! The wind direction has changed! My God!"

Miller snatched the anemometer from the wind gauge, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

The instrument needle was swinging wildly, but finally slowly and firmly pointed eastward!
"No! This is impossible! How could it have changed at just the right moment?!"

Miller cried out in shock, utterly astonished.

It's not scary if the wind changes direction; the sooner it changes, the more likely the plan will be scrapped.

But now things have suddenly changed, and it's an east wind blowing in the opposite direction!
That would mean that the landing American troops would be killed by the poison gas they themselves had prepared!
The next second, a strong and steady east wind, as if controlled by an invisible hand, suddenly swept across the entire battlefield!
Wow————————

The billowing yellowish-white smoke from the white phosphorus incendiary bombs dropped by the US military, mixed with deadly white phosphorus particles and highly toxic phosphorus pentoxide gas, was originally drifting lazily eastward.

But now, under the strong east wind, it suddenly spun back!

The yellow poisonous fog, like an angry tidal wave, surged overwhelmingly towards the American soldiers who had just formed their attack formation.

Their speed far exceeded any of their reaction time!
"Ahhh!"

"Poison gas! Poison gas! It's our poison gas!"

"The wind has changed direction! Run! Run!"

"Gas mask! Put on your mask now!"

The American lines were thrown into chaos instantly! Heart-wrenching screams filled the air.

The soldiers at the forefront were the first to be hit, their bodies covered in white phosphorus flames as they rolled wildly in the flames, trying to extinguish the gnaw-like fire, only to be mercilessly shot down by their comrades or officers as before.

The soldiers shrouded in the yellow poisonous fog scratched their throats in despair, their eyes bulging, struggling to breathe, their skin swollen and blistered as if corroded by strong acid, the pain of suffocation causing them to curl up and fall to the ground, convulsing violently.

Gas mask?

Not everyone can put one on in time during the forced march and the first wave of attack!

Thick smoke billowed as the east wind raged.

The deadly poison gas, like a boomerang, struck its caster with precision and ferocity.

The American Sherman tanks, originally intended to provide cover for the attack, have now become enormous iron coffins.

Inside the fortress, Yu Congrong saw this astonishing reversal through the observation hole and was so excited that he punched the wall.

"Damn it! The commander-in-chief is a genius! It's like even God is on our side!"

"Fire! Fire hard! Mortars! Switch to high-explosive shells and blast them to smithereens!"

"Machine guns! Don't be stingy with bullets, send those bastards back!"

"Grenades! Molotov cocktails!"

"Give me as many as you can get!"

He turned around and yelled into the phone.

After being frustrated for half a day, the soldiers of the Volunteer Army's artillery battalion erupted in a deafening roar.

Light and heavy machine guns wove a deadly net of fire, mowing down the chaotic American soldiers in droves.

Mortar shells whistled as they fell into the enemy ranks, each explosion sending up waves of blood and flesh.

"Da da da da..."

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

The entire front line became a living hell, only the protagonists suffering were instantly reversed.

The second wave of attacks, meticulously organized by the US military, completely collapsed under the combined assault of its own poison gas and the fierce firepower of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

American soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, even leaving behind their comrades who were being burned by white phosphorus and tormented by poison gas, and rushed toward the beach in a panic, like the receding tide.

US Navy's USS Enterprise carrier operations conference room

Brigadier General Miller looked at the final battle report, his face ashen, his body trembling slightly.

"Wind direction... reversed... poison gas backlash..."

Thomas muttered to himself, each word like an icicle piercing his heart.

He imagined the American soldiers writhing on the ground in agony or collapsing and retreating like a tide, and an uncontrollable rage surged through him.

"Miller!!!"

"You damn idiot! This is your so-called foolproof plan?!"

"Get over there! Go now! Take over that damn beachhead!"

"Even if it costs lives! Even if it costs the lives of everyone in your brigade! You must take that fortress for me!"

"Immediately! Right now! I need to find a breakthrough! Go now!!!"

Lieutenant General Thomas whirled around, his eyes bloodshot, and his furious roar shook the entire command room.

Brigadier General Miller was pale and his lips were trembling.

He was about to speak in his defense when he met Thomas's menacing eyes, and all his words died in his throat.

He understood that if he failed to win the final attack, he would be destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame.

"General, if we can't take the fortress complex, you can just... take off my uniform!"

Brigadier General Miller hesitated for a moment, then changed his words.

After he finished speaking, he saluted and rushed out of the command room with heavy, even unsteady steps.

At the same time, Wu Wanli at the Incheon command center slowly withdrew his "gaze" that was controlling the weather from his mind, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The glow of the "Wind Direction and Wind Speed" option on the console panel in my mind gradually faded.

An hour is a short time, but it can be deadly.

"Hanqing, order me to join the army. The plan remains unchanged."

"Plant bombs inside the fortified bunker complex and detonate them when the American troops arrive."

"We will come back to seize aircraft carriers in the future; we cannot leave the fortifications to the US military."

Wu Wanli took a puff of his cigar and spoke in a calm yet undeniable tone.

"Yes, Commander!"

Upon hearing this, a staff officer of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army immediately agreed.

Seeing the confident gleam in Wu Wanli's eyes, Liu Hanqing's spirits lifted, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

In the midst of laughter and conversation, another thousand-plus American soldiers suffered a crushing defeat!

Liu Hanqing knew that he had not misjudged the person; this was the comrade-in-arms he had personally chosen for life.

Commanders like Wu Wanli are definitely among the leading generals of the future young generation of New China.

"Also, tell the troops at Nantianmen to prepare for battle."

"That's the real slaughterhouse I'm preparing for the U.S. Army's 1st Infantry Division."

Wu Wanli slowly scanned the battle map with his eyes, and said with a chilling murderous aura.

(End of this chapter)