Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 260 The Battle of Incheon! The Crushing of Tens of Thousands of Troops!

Soon, Wu Wanli's battle plan began to turn like a finely tuned gear.

Orders were relayed down through the ranks, and the New Eighth Army, stationed at the front in the western district, immediately dispatched a battalion to set up a small number of firing points and observation posts on the outermost edge of the position.

Meanwhile, the main force quietly withdrew to its core, pre-established position, preparing for a subsequent counterattack.

Inside the Xicheng District Command Center

"Commander Ping, the commander-in-chief has issued the latest order!"

"The general idea is for us to lure the enemy deep into our territory, and then coordinate with artillery and flanking prehistoric units to launch a decisive battle to annihilate them!"

"Here is the detailed battle report, please take a look."

As Zou Xixiang spoke, he handed the telegram to Pinghe.

"Take a company from the reconnaissance battalion and command a battalion of the New Eighth Army to the front lines to set up defenses."

"I led the main force of the reconnaissance battalion to command the Second Division of the New Eighth Army, and ambushed them in the rear of the western district in preparation for a counterattack."

Pinghe glanced at it and calmly gave the order.

"Ping Shijiao, although most of them are Korean soldiers, there are still over a thousand troops. Is this how you put me in command?"

Zou Xixiang was slightly taken aback, and said with some uncertainty in his heart.

"Xiao Zou, you were promoted to company commander based on your marksmanship."

"We just happened to be able to keep up with the commander-in-chief and command so many North Korean soldiers."

"This is an honor, but also a heavy responsibility. We must do our best."

"Six months ago, I was just a platoon leader in the Seventh Infiltration Company."

"Now he is not only a battalion commander in the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, but also has command of a division of Korean soldiers."

"I went through the same thing. I need to keep up with the commander-in-chief and grow properly..."

Pinghe rarely spoke so much with emotion, and he looked at Zou Xixiang with anticipation in his eyes.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Upon hearing this, Zou Xixiang immediately responded loudly, picked up the Springfield sniper rifle, and headed towards the front line.

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Seosseong District, Incheon: The Front Line
Before Zou Xixiang's newly arrived troops could properly prepare, American artillery fire rained down upon them.

"call out------"

In an instant, a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air grew louder as it approached.

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

A stream of fire from a dozen or so mortar shells suddenly splashed onto the front line of defense, producing a deafening explosion.

“Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump…………”

At the same time, a large number of heavy machine guns of the US military roared up, sweeping across the defensive fortifications.

In an instant, dirt and rocks flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air.

However, most of the fierce attack landed on the empty makeshift foxholes and low earthen fortifications.

Only a small number of North Korean soldiers who ignored warnings and peeked out were unfortunately killed by the bomb, serving as a lesson for the others.

Inside the position

"Zou Ying, Kaka, should we run now?"

A North Korean battalion commander asked respectfully.

"Leaving too early will arouse suspicion and is not conducive to the commander-in-chief's plan."

"fight back!"

Zou Xixiang chewed on a chili pepper and gave the order.

"Yes!"

The North Korean battalion commander immediately ran down to relay the order.

Only a few scattered firing positions launched brief and sparse counterattacks, more like guiding the US forces.

"Go! Go! Go! Attack!"

The roar of U.S. Army Commander James could be heard through the smoke.

With a muffled roar of engines, several tracked armored personnel carriers and tanks crashed through the broken roadblocks.

They rolled over the earth churned up by artillery shells, clearing a path for the infantry that followed.

Large numbers of American soldiers spread out into loose combat formations, advancing in shifts by squad and platoon, using armored vehicles, street corners, and ruins for cover.

Suddenly, North Korean machine gunners scattered throughout the ruins set up their machine guns and opened fire on the approaching American troops.

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

Bullets flew wildly, instantly hitting the American soldiers exposed at the edge of the armored vehicle.

"Tanks! Bomb those damn firing positions!"

Upon seeing this, James immediately gave the order.

Soon, the following tanks turned their guns and aimed at the places that were spitting out fire.

"Boom! Boom..."

A few tank shells were fired, and the North Korean soldiers were blown into the air.

After the cannon fire subsided, the battlefield returned to an eerie calm.

As the US troops continued their cautious advance, Zou Xixiang personally led his sniper squad to launch sniper attacks from various locations.

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

Countless gunshots rang out from the houses on both sides, the inconspicuous ruins, and even from the craters behind them.

Soldiers in the US military kept falling one by one, and in a short time, dozens had been lost.

"Sir, Chinese snipers are despicable! They always seem to appear in the most unexpected places!"

"Although the casualties were not high, the blow to morale was enormous!"

At this moment, a U.S. Army captain with a full beard spoke.

"Organize a large number of cleaning teams, with classes as the unit."

"Grab submachine guns, flamethrowers, and other weapons, and sweep the flanks of each street!"

"At the same time, the others followed closely behind the tanks and armored vehicles, speeding up the pace of the attack!"

Upon hearing this, James said with considerable annoyance.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the old American captain immediately agreed.

……

Lieutenant Colonel James's order was like a red-hot branding iron, instantly searing the chaos of the front lines.

The American soldiers, whose nerves were on edge from the sporadic sniping by North Korean snipers, finally had an outlet for their frustration.

"Veterans, come out! Divide into small teams and clear the ruins and houses on both sides!"

The old American captain with a full beard roared.

Soon, the troops quickly dispersed like a disturbed ant colony.

Dozens of four-man squads were quickly organized, each equipped with at least one Thompson submachine gun and a heavy M2 flamethrower operating team.

Flamethrower soldiers carrying huge fuel tanks are closely protected by their comrades armed with submachine guns.

Their target was the jagged ruins and dilapidated buildings on both sides, the source of the ghostly presence of Chinese snipers.

At the same time, the roar of the engine suddenly intensified.

The massive steel bodies of several M4 Sherman tanks suddenly lurched forward, their tracks crushing through rubble and roadblock debris with a sickening squeaking and twisting sound.

Armored personnel carriers followed closely behind, and the infantrymen, hunching their shoulders and clinging tightly to the cold or scorching armor plates, began to boldly leap forward using this mobile cover.

The pace of the attack was forcibly accelerated.

"Go! Go! Go!"

The officers of the cleaning team shouted themselves hoarse.

American soldiers, like vultures swooping down on carrion, spread out in squads from both sides of the main street, forming a giant pincer.

“Sizzle—boom!”

The first deadly orange-yellow flame suddenly shot out from the window of a half-collapsed house.

The terrifying roar of the flamethrower drowned out everything!
The scorching heat distorted the air, and the kerosene seeped into every suspicious corner like a living thing.

A North Korean soldier who was hiding on the second floor, preparing to fire a sniper shot, was caught off guard and instantly engulfed in the fireball.

He only had time to let out a short, distorted howl before tumbling down the stairs like a burning torch.

"Left side! Fireball!"

The voice of another squad rang out urgently.

"Zi la - zi la -"

Terrifying flames continuously ignited between the ruins on both sides.

The U.S. military is implementing a brutal but effective "firewall tactic".

Every few dozen meters they advanced, several flamethrowers simultaneously sprayed into the suspicious ruins and buildings on both sides.

This creates horizontal waves of fire that relentlessly scorch every corner where a sniper might be hiding.

Thick smoke billowed out, carrying with it the stench of burning flesh.

The central armored assault group is accelerating.

The tank's main gun roared, occasionally blasting away any distant heavy machine gun emplacements or sniper positions into piles of rubble.

Under overwhelming firepower, Zou Xixiang's troops were unable to resist and retreated as planned.

On the command vehicle
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

"Look, the Chinese have used every tactic imaginable, but they still couldn't stop our advance!"

"Telegraph Brigade Commander Carter: Our regiment is moving freely, moving freely!"

Commander James listened to the gradually thinning gunfire from various directions and laughed smugly.

"Sir, I have a feeling something's not right. Aren't there too few Chinese troops?"

The U.S. Army Chief of Staff said.

"Why do you think we launched such a fierce attack on the East District?"

"Isn't it just to lure their troops from the West District to come and provide support?"

"And don't worry, just look how hard the Chinese army fought just now, that's their strength!"

"Get the guys moving faster, we're about to do something big, hahahahaha!"

"Team Leader James said with a big laugh."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the US Chief of Staff had no choice but to agree.

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Incheon Command Center
"That Zou Xixiang did a great job!"

"Before the rout, they used tactics to kill more than a hundred American soldiers, and only withdrew after putting up a full-scale resistance!"

"Wanli, an entire regiment of the US military has practically infiltrated the western district. It's time!"

"Now, with the Telegraph Thunderbolts carrying out a blanket bombing campaign, at least a thousand American soldiers can be wiped out!"

"As for the remaining two thousand or so American troops, we'll leave them to the encirclement and annihilation battles to come."

Liu Hanqing handed the battle report from the front to Wu Wanli and said.

"Based on the battle reports from the front and the reconnaissance reports, the approximate location of the US forces is now quite clear."

“Simply bombarding the area consumes too many shells and has limited effect.”

"Telegram to Thunder God: After the first round of saturation bombing, proceed with precision bombing of the western district... location!"

"Prehistoric Shi, with the remnants of the 9th Division, can bypass them and prepare to cut off the rear of the American advance force."

Wu Wanli looked at the location of the US military on the Sky Eye map, circled it on the combat map, and handed it to the staff officer next to him.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the staff officer immediately ran to the radio station.

"Wanli, I know you have a strong sense of judgment."

"But this is a battle concerning the entire situation in Incheon. Wouldn't it be too risky to carry out precision bombing?"

Seeing this, Liu Hanqing whispered a reminder.

"Trust me, I will adjust the accuracy of the artillery fire in real time based on the reconnaissance and the assessment of the battle situation."

Wu Wanli took a puff of his cigar, observing the dynamic Sky Eye map in his mind, and said confidently.

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Incheon West City Battlefield
Soon, the American troops, like a foul-smelling torrent, swept over all the positions that Zou Xixiang had just abandoned.

As the American flag was planted on the scorched earth, James's eyes burned with greed, as if the glory of victory was already within his grasp. However, they overlooked the silent mountain range in the distance—Songyue Mountain.

Songyue Mountain Artillery Position
"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

Lei Gong strode past the cannons, making a final check, and shouted a reminder.

One by one, the artillerymen of the 7th Steel Regiment opened the ammunition boxes and loaded the shells.

"fire!!!"

Seeing that everything was ready, Lei Gong held the command flag and waved it forward sharply.

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At the same time, just as the vanguard of the US forces rushed into the position, they heard the roar of artillery fire from Songyue Mountain in the distance!

"Boom boom boom --!!!"

The deafening roar of the shells tearing through the sky as dozens of high-speed spinning shells spewed out from the dense forests and rock walls on the southern slope of the mountain.

High-explosive grenades, accompanied by the shriek of death, accurately struck the positions that had just been "occupied" by the US military and their reserve forces to the flanks and rear!

That wasn't artillery fire at all; it was a destructive storm of steel and flames!

Countless fireballs burst, tumbled, and expanded in the area with the highest concentration of US troops!

The ground seemed to be pounded by countless invisible giant hammers at the same time, convulsing violently.

The newly planted Stars and Stripes flag, along with its base, was lifted into the air and instantly torn to shreds.

Tools for constructing fortifications, surviving armored vehicle wreckage, terrified soldiers... everything was torn apart and thrown up by the violent shockwave of the artillery fire!
The explosion swept away everything in its path, carrying with it shrapnel, debris, dirt, and pieces of human flesh.

Several jeeps huddled together trying to hold their ground were hit directly and turned into giant torches that soared into the air.

The torch ignited a dozen or so soldiers who were excitedly shouting nearby, and their shrill screams were instantly swallowed up by the explosion.

Larger shells landed near the reserve assembly point, sending up terrifying plumes of smoke.

In the firelight, you could see a mixture of all sorts of gruesome remains.

Immediately following, an even more intense hissing sound tore through the air.

More shells, like black hailstones, fell precisely among the ruins and rubble where the American troops were seeking cover.

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

A series of rapid explosions completely engulfed the American troops who were trying to survive on the rubble.

The cramped space became a pressure cooker, and the soldiers, with nowhere to escape, convulsed and collapsed amidst flying shrapnel.

The specially adjusted white phosphorus bomb exploded again, its ghastly white light instantly illuminating this hell on earth.

"Fuck!!!"

"A conspiracy! This is all a damned conspiracy by the Chinese! We've fallen for their trap!!!"

"Scatter! Scatter quickly!"

"But don't break the formation! Each company/platoon should find their own cover!!!"

"They can't just shell; we must maintain our formation to deal with the subsequent engagements!"

"Also, telegraph Brigade Commander Carter: do not send reinforcements for now!"

"Commander James shouted loudly."

After the order was given, the American companies and platoons barely managed to maintain their formation and dispersed in all directions.

As for the power generation company, nobody wants to do that anymore.

Incheon Garrison Command
"The US military's position should have changed somewhat. Report the coordinates to Lei Gong again according to what I wrote!"

“In each subsequent round, I will mark the coordinates and prepare to move the radio station right next to me, ready for each telegram.”

Looking at the new locations of the dispersed US troops on the Sky Eye map, Wu Wanli wrote down the coordinates and handed them to the communications officer.

After marking the coordinates, he took out another map and observed the movements of the US military on the Sky Eye map in his mind, preparing to write down the coordinates again.

"Yes!"

Upon seeing this, the communications officer immediately ran towards the radio station.

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Artillery positions

"Lei Gong, the commander-in-chief is going to make some minor adjustments to the artillery positions again!"

"And the commander-in-chief also said that he had more telegrams coming, and each round should be carried out within the approximate range he specified!"

A veteran of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army ran over with the new coordinates from the telegram and said.

"Then just follow the commander-in-chief's orders. His password is 'chi' (尺), there won't be any mistakes!"

Lei Gong waved his hand and said.

"Yes!"

The volunteer artilleryman scratched his head and replied.

Soon, the artillery pieces on the artillery positions adjusted their muzzles according to Wu Wanli's micro-operations, and then fired the new artillery fire.

The shells from each howitzer no longer rained down indiscriminately, but rather fell like the finger of death with eyes.

Wherever groups of American soldiers were gathered by officers, whistling shells would immediately explode in the center, tearing apart the courage and lives that had just been assembled.

A U.S. military armored vehicle parked at the edge of the square had its roof pierced by a tricky high-explosive shell, and the turret was blown off in the flames.

Before a heavy machine gun team could even feel relieved, a shell pierced through the flimsy walls and wooden floor of a half-collapsed building.

"boom!"

The shells exploded in the confined space, turning them and their guns into a spray of blood and flesh.

Even the U.S. jeep squads that attempted to relocate away from the bombing center were immediately met with artillery fire.

The shells were like maggots clinging to a bone; one exploded in front, forcing the vehicle to a stop, while another hit the target squarely, sending the vehicle and soldiers to their doom.

Any U.S. military officer who attempted to rally the routed troops and reorganize the defensive line became a target of intense scrutiny.

Shells often landed amidst their desperate commands, wiping them out along with the surrounding core forces.

This precision strike, even more chilling than carpet bombing, instantly shattered any remaining intention of resistance from the US military.

It's not about coverage, it's about targeted elimination!

Every precise hit meant the loss of more American lives and the complete collapse of confidence.

The surviving American soldiers no longer trusted any cover; every movement could lead to their demise.

Fear ran deep in their bones; they trembled like prey exposed to a hunter's scope, and the death toll soared exponentially.

When the storm of artillery fire finally subsided, the front lines of the Incheon West District had become a veritable battlefield.

The US advance force was decimated and scattered, and many companies no longer existed.

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Inside a pit
"Sir, we've finished counting the surviving men; there are probably over 1,400 left!"

"The Chinese army's artillery fire wiped out most of our regiment, and now this reinforced battalion is in a very dangerous situation."

"If I'm not mistaken, we need to prepare for a breakout rather than an attack."

The U.S. Army Chief of Staff reported.

"What did you say!?"

"The Chinese army's artillery barrage could wipe out most of my regiment?!"

"How do they have such powerful artillery coverage?!"

"Who exactly is the US military?!"

Upon hearing this, James was stunned for a few seconds before roaring angrily.

"Sir, they're not just using artillery barrage, they're precisely targeting our artillery fire!"

"The accuracy is so good, I almost wonder if God himself joined the Communist Party and became a sentinel in China."

The U.S. Chief of Staff sighed and cursed.

To be fair, Wu Wanli's micro-manipulation using the Heavenly Eye was indeed almost like God acting as a sentinel.

Even the current weakness of the US military is being observed by Wu Wanli's Sky Eye.

Incheon Command Center
"I estimate that the US military's tanks and armored vehicles have been completely destroyed, and the infantry casualties should be more than half."

"With the reconnaissance battalion as the vanguard, command the 2nd Division to launch a general offensive and annihilate this entire American regiment!!!"

Wu Wanli slammed his hand on the table and said.

"Wanli, wasn't the original plan to have the 9th Division of the prehistoric dynasty also launch a general offensive to encircle and attack the American forces?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing offered a reminder.

"In the prehistoric era of electricity generation, there's no need to participate in the general offensive; the US military's reserve regiment is charging towards them."

"Let him command the 9th Division as the guard company and hold them off for two hours!"

Wu Wanli looked at the US military movements on the Sky Eye map and said.

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U.S. Army 1st Division Command
"Damn Chinese, how could they predict our attack and lure us deep into their territory, and make preparations in advance!"

"And how come the Chinese have such accurate artillery fire?!"

"Lieutenant General Thomas said angrily."

“Sir, I’ve thought of a solution that can definitely do it.”

"Didn't the Japanese use kamikaze attacks when they fought us before, carrying explosives to ram our warships?"

"Perhaps the Chinese sent out suicide sentries to secretly observe our troops from various parts of the battlefield."

"When you spot our troops approaching, immediately report the artillery coordinates, even if it means you get blown up yourself!"

"As for advance planning, that can only be attributed to the Chinese general Wu Wanli's extremely strong strategic control."

After pondering deeply, the chief of staff of the U.S. Army's 1st Division sighed and said.

He didn't know that Wu Wanli had a third eye, so this is the only explanation.

"Suicide sentinels, unparalleled strategic control, damn it!"

"We are clearly so much stronger than them on paper, so why do we keep losing?"

Lieutenant General Thomas stared at the map with bloodshot eyes and said angrily.

"Sir, Brigade Commander Carter has already arranged for his follow-up regiment to advance and assist the remaining troops in their evacuation."

"Losing more is not a big deal, but shooting out entire units is too damaging to morale."

"We still have Miller's brigade that we haven't used yet, and Harrison's side has been feinting attacks and hasn't lost any strength, so we still have a chance."

"The Chinese army currently has about two or three divisions engaged in a major battle with us in Incheon, and their goal is probably to wipe out our regiment."

"Sir, do we need to move all the remaining available troops to Incheon and fight the Chinese army to the death?"

"The chief of staff of the 1st Division of the U.S. Army asked."

"No!"

"They couldn't have used up all their shells at Songaksan at once."

"What if we commit all our available troops to Incheon, and they launch a massive artillery barrage?"

"Don't think they'll worry about friendly fire. What you just said about suicide artillery already shows that the Chinese army's fighting style is suicidal!"

"If we perish together with these Chinese and North Korean allied forces, we will be the ones who suffer the greatest losses!"

Lieutenant General Thomas shook his head and said.

"Sir, how should we fight? Should we simply help the remaining troops break through and then fight again later?"

"The chief of staff of the 1st Division of the U.S. Army asked."

"No!"

"Now that the Chinese military's mobile forces have also been deployed, this presents an opportunity."

"Telegram to Carter, instruct him to withstand the pressure and contain the Chinese army."

"Telegram to Miller: Lead your troops to the outskirts of Songyue Mountain to provide full support to Harrison."

"Telegram to Harrison: I will give him the strongest air and artillery support to ensure that we take the Chinese Songyue Mountain position in one fell swoop!"

"Once we capture Songaksan, our artillery fire will be able to cover the entire city of Incheon!"

"They don't have enough shells, but we have enough to keep them firing 24/7. We can kill as many of their troops as they are stationed there!"

"In other words, capturing Songaksan means the end of the Incheon Campaign!!!"

"All carrier-based aircraft take off, and all artillery is ready."

"Give us a good blast! Make sure we work with Harrison and Miller to take Songyue Mountain!"

"Isn't Wu Wanli's posture a clear indication that he wants to fight me to the death at Incheon?"

"Then fight!"

"The final victory, achieved by tens of thousands of troops in a fierce battle, will surely belong to the United States!"

Lieutenant General Thomas slammed his hand on the table and said with a chilling aura.

(End of this chapter)