Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 267 China's first aircraft carrier, the Wanli! Also the world's most powerful aircraft carrier!!!
Battlefield on the east side of Songyue Mountain

The night is dark and the wind is cold.

Gao Daxing personally led the elite 800-strong assault battalion, like a silently tempered steel blade, quietly approaching the US military defense line on the eastern foothills of Songyue Mountain.

Because of the successive victories and spoils won by the Steel Seventh Company in the early stages, they were all equipped with American weapons.

M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle, BAR automatic rifle, M1919 machine gun, and even captured 60mm mortars... they have it all.

In the silent mountains and forests, only the faint sound of the volunteers' footsteps breaking the thin ice and their heavy breathing condensing into white mist could be heard.

"Target: the outpost cluster line; proceed with the planned cut-and-severance operation!"

Gao Daxing's voice came through a simple microphone, deep and resolute.

His gaze swept across the captured American compass on his wrist with the sharpness of a hawk.

"Yes!"

"Machine gun team, advance!"

"After three minutes of fire preparation, the 'three-three' assault formation will advance on the left flank!"

"Pay attention to cutting across and occupying the right-hand gentle slope, and establish a crossfire point!"

"Demolition team, follow me. Focus on clearing the barbed wire and pre-placed minefields!"

Upon hearing this, the deputy battalion commander quickly broke down the order into smaller, more detailed steps.

The four hundred American troops defending the front line were completely immersed in a false sense of security, having just captured Incheon.

These American patrols were lax, with most of the troops keeping warm in bunkers or shelters by campfires lit from gasoline drums.

"Sir, shouldn't we go on patrol?"

"Didn't Brigade Commander Miller say that we should continue to maintain a high level of vigilance?"

A young U.S. soldier asked.

"To hell with his grandmother's strict guard, Brigade Commander Miller is drinking and having fun himself."

"At this hour, he's probably embracing a beautiful woman in Incheon, engaging in a goodwill exchange between the US and South Korea!"

The US platoon leader snorted disdainfully and said in a low voice.

"So we don't need to be wary of the Chinese anymore?"

"I've heard that Chinese general named Wu Wanli is very capable. What if he launches a sneak attack?"

"A young U.S. soldier asked."

"Damn it, we've already crushed him!"

"You must be still half asleep."

"Come on! Let's play cards!"

The U.S. squad leader patted him on the shoulder nonchalantly and said with a smile.

"Okay, I guess I was overthinking it."

Upon hearing this, the young American soldier scratched his head and said...

These American soldiers never dreamed that the Chinese army, which had just been "defeated," would launch a fierce counterattack on the relatively weak eastern flank so quickly.

Not long after, the battle broke out!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Several 60mm mortar shells pierced the night sky, accurately striking the pre-marked US outpost machine gun positions and observation posts.

The explosions weren't densely packed, but they were highly targeted.

At the same time, seven or eight M1919 machine guns suddenly opened fire!
"Da da da da da da da da..."

Flames wove a deadly web in the darkness, instantly engulfing the American forward foxholes and trench exits.

Wu Wanli's men were all elite veterans, so the "bouncing shot" tactic was skillfully used by these volunteer machine gunners.

The fragments ejected from the large-caliber bullets hitting the rocks, like deadly hailstones, inflicted heavy casualties on American troops hiding behind shallow ditches.

"My God! It's the Chinese army! Where did they come from?!"

The piercing alarms and cries of agony were drowned out by the deafening roar of gunfire.

Just as the US military was suppressed by the sudden and intense firepower and could not raise its head, the assault vanguard personally led by Gao Daxing moved.

"on!"

Gao Daxing let out a low roar, and the three combat teams, in a three-on-three formation, pounced out like nimble cheetahs.

Instead of charging in a straight line, they used jagged boulders, frozen ravines, and remaining fortification ruins for short-range leaps and alternating cover fire.

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

A chorus of crisp, rapid bursts of fire from Garand rifles rang out, precisely blocking the bunker's firing ports and the positions where American soldiers peeked out.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army's Browning snipers followed closely behind, providing continuous suppressive fire.

"Damn it! The right flank has been breached!"

Just as a U.S. Army sergeant finished shouting, he was blown to pieces by a grenade that flew from the side.

The right-wing detachment dispatched by Gao Daxing successfully attracted the attention of some of the defenders by using flanking fire on the gentle slope.

Then their demolition teams used explosive charges and demolition tubes to forcibly tear open the two barbed wire fences.

Segmentation, key point extraction!
Once the breach was made, the assault battalion soldiers poured out like mercury.

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Inside the headquarters of the 7th Steel Regiment

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, Battalion Commander Gao has led the assault battalion to break through the outer defense line on the east side of Songyue Mountain!"

"The assault battalion is now continuing its advance inward, annihilating a large number of American troops!"

At this moment, a volunteer army messenger came to report.

"We wanted Gao Daxing to distract and draw the attention of the US military, but unexpectedly he managed to break through directly."

"Wanli, the US military has been tied down. Shouldn't our 7th Steel Regiment's main force launch a blitzkrieg on Incheon Port?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing looked at Wu Wanli and said.

"That's right, let's take advantage of this moment and attack in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong immediately echoed his words.

"Wait a little longer. The US military may indeed be drawn to this, but it will take time for them to give orders."

"We'll fight after their reserves are sent out to support Songyue Mountain."

"The more critical the moment, the more you need to stay calm."

Wu Wanli shook his head, observing the Heavenly Eye map in his mind, and said.

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In the rest area of ​​the U.S. Army Incheon Garrison Command
"Sir, something terrible has happened!"

The chief of staff of the 4th Brigade rushed in and said anxiously.

"what!!!"

A frightened North Korean woman shouted.

"Fuck!!!"

"Didn't I tell you? Knock first if you need anything!!!"

Miller was startled and tensed up. He then angrily climbed off the bed and cursed.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, but the situation is really urgent!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States immediately lowered his head and said.

"Damn it, what on earth is going on?"

Miller, suppressing his anger, asked after hearing this.

"A Chinese elite force launched a fierce attack on Songyue Mountain from the east and has now breached our outer defense line!"

"Most of our artillery is on Songak Mountain. If it falls, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"That's what the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States said."

"What!?"

"How can this be!"

"There are at least several hundred elite troops stationed there, and their firepower is not weak."

"Even if it was a surprise attack, the outer defenses shouldn't have been breached so quickly."

Upon hearing this, Brigade Commander Miller was shocked and said in disbelief.

"Sir, the Chinese troops attacking us are well-coordinated in tactics, ruthless in fighting, and have excellent marksmanship."

"More importantly, they are fully equipped with American weaponry, and their light firepower is even stronger than that of our U.S. military!"

"That's what the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States said."

"Damn it, it must be the remnants of the Chinese Seventh Steel Regiment who haven't given up their evil intentions!"

"Immediately mobilize all reserves and head towards Songyue Mountain to provide support!"

"With Songaksan captured, the artillery cluster has been seized by China, and Incheon city will be difficult to defend any longer!"

"Go!"

Miller's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he immediately roared.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States immediately agreed.

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Inside the headquarters of the 7th Steel Regiment

"Judging by the time, the American reinforcements should have arrived by now."

"it's time!"

Looking at the Heavenly Eye map in his mind, Wu Wanli immediately gave the order.

"Wanli, according to the latest intelligence and reconnaissance, if we want to capture Incheon Port in one fell swoop, we will have to break through three lines of defense."

"The first line of defense is the outer perimeter, the second is the fortifications of the Incheon core defense zone, and the third is the Incheon port!"

"If things don't go well, there's no need to rush."

"In my heart, you are more important than those warships."

Liu Hanqing gave Wu Wanli a deep look and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I, Wu Wanli, am incredibly lucky. Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take me!"

"Lei Gong, fire according to the original plan, extend the artillery fire, and advance the barrage!"

"Yu Congrong from Pinghe, lead the reconnaissance battalion and the artillery battalion and charge with me all the way!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli immediately gave the order.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the core members of the Seventh Steel Regiment immediately agreed.

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Artillery position

"You idiots, according to the planned artillery fire data, dinner's ready!!!"

Lei Gong raised his command flag and waved it fiercely, roaring loudly.

In an instant, dozens of cannons of various types spewed out flames.

A barrage of shells tore through the air, whistling sharply, and struck precisely the pre-marked first line of American defense!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Destructive flames erupted in a series of explosions on the American positions!

Napalm exploded, creating a vast inferno that engulfed barbed wire and foxholes.

High-explosive grenades blew sandbag bunkers, heavy machine gun nests, and the American soldiers inside into the air.

Mortar shells rained down on the trenches like hail, swirling up dirt and mangled limbs.

The first line of defense instantly turned into a boiling furnace, and the screams of American soldiers were drowned out by the deafening explosions.

Before the artillery fire had fully spread, in the area where the smoke and flames were at their thickest, the main force of the 7th Steel Regiment, like an awakened steel behemoth, roared with earth-shattering fury under the leadership of Wu Wanli:

"Charge! For the new China! Kill!!!"

Nearly two thousand elite soldiers from the 7th Steel Regiment, fully equipped with American weapons, charged out of their hiding place like a flood bursting its banks.

These elite volunteer soldiers advanced in a skillful "three-three system" formation, with three people forming a small group and three groups forming a team, taking turns providing cover and advancing in stages.

They charged towards the first line of defense of the American army, which had just been ravaged, amidst the still-lingering smoke and fire of the battle!
Holding an American-made M1 Garand rifle, Wu Wanli took the lead and charged at the forefront!

His "sky eye" map was running at high speed in his mind. Although the American positions had been covered by artillery fire, some firing points had not been completely destroyed, and sporadic retaliatory bullets began to be fired from the broken fortifications.

"Machine gun! To the left, behind that sandbag pile! Suppress them!"

Wu Wanli's roar pierced through the battlefield's clamor.

"Yes!"

Yu Congrong immediately turned the light machine gun around, and a hail of bullets instantly covered the target.

"Demolition team! The gap in the barbed wire ahead isn't big enough! Move the demolition charge!"

"understand!"

Under cover of fire, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army demolition team advanced rapidly, stuffing large demolition charges under the blocked barbed wire.

"boom--!!!"

Another loud bang, and the passage was widened completely!
Wu Wanli's figure moved exceptionally nimbly among the charging troops.

He would stop from time to time and calmly grip his gun.

"boom!"

An American heavy machine gunner who had just poked his head out of the collapsed bunker fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his helmet!
"boom!"

Another American soldier attempting to set up a rocket launcher was accurately shot in the head!

Wu Wanli's sharpshooting technique played a crucial "pressure point" role in the chaotic charge.

Each pull of the trigger precisely removed a fang threatening the advance route, greatly reducing the pressure on the troops' front.

Seeing Wu Wanli's bravery and precision, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Regiment were greatly encouraged, and their pace of attack became faster and more fierce!

"Charge in! Don't let them recover!"

Wu Wanli fired while urging the officer on.

Braving a sparse but still deadly hail of bullets, the troops charged into the trenches of the first line of defense!
The American troops defending the battalion had just recovered from the horrific shelling and were organizing their remaining forces to put up a last-ditch resistance.

The soldiers from both sides collided violently in the narrow, twisted trenches littered with broken wood, iron filings, and corpses!
In an instant, the white light of the bayonet and the black shadow of the trench shovel flashed in the firelight.

Roars, screams, the dull thud of blades piercing flesh, and the cracking of bones breaking intertwine to create the most primitive and savage symphony of war!
Wu Wanli, having already emptied his rifle, drew the captured military knife with a backhand motion; the blade gleamed coldly in the reflection of the artillery fire!
At this moment, he has completely transformed into a god of war with a melee weapon!

A tall American soldier charged forward, bayonet in hand, howling.

Without dodging or avoiding, Wu Wanli slid in and precisely cut in front of his opponent. His military knife moved smoothly from bottom to top, the blade drawing a fatal line of blood on the side of the opponent's neck, clean and swift!

"Fuck!"

"I don't believe you can react that fast!"

Seeing this, another American soldier swung his entrenching tool and smashed it down.

Wu Wanli parried with his sword, and with a crisp clang, sparks flew!
"How can this be!"

"What makes you think you have such strength?!"

The immense force caused the American soldier's arm to go numb. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief as the entrenching tool slipped from his hand.

Go ask your Western God!

Wu Wanli stepped forward, slammed his shoulder into the man's chest, knocking him over, and the tip of his knife pierced the man's chest like a poisonous dragon!

Seeing their comrades fall one after another, the three American soldiers, their eyes red with rage, surrounded and attacked.

A cold glint flashed in Wu Wanli's eyes, and his figure moved as fast as a ghost.

He took a step to the side to avoid the bayonet in front of him, and with a backhand slash, he sliced ​​off half of the attacker's head.

He then twisted his body to dodge another man's attack, and with a flick of his wrist, slashed the third man's throat with his military knife.

The movements were executed in one fluid, ruthless motion!

In the blink of an eye, three figures collapsed to the ground.

The melee combat buff he received from killing French Lieutenant General Ralph is now showing its full potential.

Wherever Wu Wanli went, it was like the Grim Reaper's scythe was wielded, and more than a dozen American soldiers lost their lives under his blade!
This whirlwind of individual bravery greatly deterred the nearby US troops and cleared obstacles for the soldiers of the 7th Steel Regiment.

Seeing Wu Wanli fight like a god of war, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Regiment were completely inspired.

"Follow the commander! Kill them all!"

Yu Congrong, bayonet in hand, followed closely behind Wu Wanli and shouted loudly.

"kill!!!"

Seeing this, Pinghe also charged forward with his bayonet in hand.

Led by Wu Wanli, the soldiers of the 7th Steel Regiment behind them charged into the wolf pack like a pack of tigers.

In street fighting, the "three-three system" evolved into closer coordination, with two or three men quickly surrounding a wounded enemy, bayonets flying like a forest, killing him instantly.

The American soldiers' will to resist crumbled rapidly in such a brutal close-quarters combat.

Some people started to back away, while others knelt down and begged for mercy.

The battle along the first line of defense, after a thrilling hand-to-hand combat, quickly devolved into a one-sided annihilation and capture of the retreating enemy.

In just twenty minutes, the remaining American flags were trampled to the ground!
"Wanli, if you lived in ancient times, you would probably be a fierce general capable of taking on ten thousand men!"

"Comrades, clear the battlefield, gather the wounded, and replenish ammunition!"

Looking at Wu Wanli, who was covered in blood from the killing, and the corpses scattered all over the ground, Liu Hanqing's eyes flashed with admiration, and he gave the order.

"No!"

"We can't waste time. Before the American troops can recover, let's charge in one fell swoop!"

"Otherwise, if it gets too late, it might be too late!"

"Order Lei Gong to continue the artillery barrage!"

"Seventh Steel Regiment, continue the attack on the second line of defense!!!"

Looking at the situation on the Tianyan map, Wu Wanli immediately spoke.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong and the others immediately agreed.

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Just as Wu Wanli was making rapid progress on his way to Incheon Port, Gao Daxing was finding it increasingly difficult to fight at Songaksan.

The cold wind, carrying the smoke of gunpowder, turned the pre-dawn air on the eastern side of Songyue Mountain into a choking gray-black.

Gao Daxing wiped the blood and mud splattered on his face, leaned against the half-collapsed bunker, and his heavy breathing was particularly rough amidst the dense gunfire.

"Battalion Commander! There's movement on the eastern high ground!"

A Chinese People's Volunteer Army scout, lying on a high vantage point, roared hoarsely, his voice cracking.

Gao Daxing felt a chill run down his spine and grabbed his binoculars, looking in the direction the scout was pointing.

Several surging yellow tides suddenly appeared on the gentle slope on the east side of Songyue Mountain and on the flanks where the defense line had been breached!

That was the US military's reserve force, a large number of elite fresh troops!
These American troops launched a frenzied encirclement from multiple directions, attempting to trap Gao Daxing's elite force, which had penetrated deep into the enemy's lair, along with the positions they had just captured, in this mountain valley!
"Damn it, the bastards' reinforcements have arrived! Faster than expected!"

"Attention everyone! Change formation!"

"Establish a blocking point on the reverse slope! Groups one, two, and three, provide alternating cover and retreat to the northwest!"

"Machine gun! Suppress that infantry platoon charging from the left!"

Gao Daxing slammed his fist into the charred earthen wall and roared.

The moment the order was given, American mortar shells rained down like hail!

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

The right flank, which had just been silenced by the assault battalion's fierce attack, was instantly engulfed in flames. Mortar and heavy machine gun fire resumed, and bullets swept across the assault battalion soldiers who were trying to adjust their deployment.

The newly arrived US reinforcements came from the flank and rear, pressing forward in a denser formation.

The barrage of fire from the US heavy machine guns licked the edges of the assault battalion's still-unsettled position, and tracer rounds sliced ​​the dim battlefield into a ghostly realm.

"Damn it! They're coming at us!"

A volunteer army officer watched helplessly as two volunteer soldiers were mowed down by a burst of heavy machine gun fire during their retreat; blood mist exploded in the flames, and his heart ached.

"Grenade!"

"At three o'clock, behind that small mound!"

Gao Daxing roared fiercely.

After the order was given, dozens of grenades flew over, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris, temporarily suppressing the fierce firepower.

But more American soldiers, under the cover of tank fire, charged forward with M1 Garand rifles and carbines, roaring as they charged!
The US military clearly intended to take advantage of the opportune moment when the assault battalion was not yet firmly established, its ammunition was depleted, and its retreat was cut off, to encircle and annihilate it in one fell swoop!
The battle instantly entered its most brutal and intense phase!

Some of the volunteer soldiers launched a counterattack from the makeshift bunkers they had just captured, which had not yet been reinforced.

Some volunteer soldiers even engaged in frantic firefights with the American troops who surrounded them from all sides, amidst the rubble of collapsed fortifications and huge bomb craters.

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

Bullets whizzed past my ears, striking the rocks and sending up blinding sparks.

The gun barrel quickly turned red-hot and emitted white smoke during the rapid firing.

Gao Daxing emptied the drum magazine of his Thompson submachine gun, quickly replaced it with a new one, and took down an American squad that was trying to set up a Browning heavy machine gun with a single burst.

"Anti-tank grenades! Aim at that tank's tracks!" he yelled at a demolition expert beside him.

A volunteer soldier demolition expert braved a hail of bullets and scrambled to the edge of a crater, where an anti-tank grenade flew out of his hand!

"boom----!!!"

With a loud bang and the piercing sound of metal tearing apart, the track of the light tank at the forefront broke off, and it lay limp like a dead fish, blocking a small section of the attack front.

Shortly after, the hatch opened, and an American tank crewman popped out, but was soon shot back by accurate bullets.

The distance between the two sides was reduced to tens of meters, or even less.

The bullets no longer fly through the air, but instead collide wildly within a confined space.

The assault battalion stubbornly maintained its "three-three" formation amidst the chaotic battle, relying on every corner to provide mutual cover and crossfire.

"Company Commander! Take your men and hold the slope! We absolutely cannot let them completely cut off our connection with the main force!"

"Second Company! Another platoon of American troops is coming up from the right! Suppress them! Don't let them get close enough to throw grenades!"

"Medic! Where's the medic?! The seventh platoon leader has been shot!"

Soldiers continued to fall, and the American casualties were equally heavy.

At the entrance to the ravine, on the gentle slope, and along the edge of the bomb crater, many figures dressed in US military uniforms lay fallen, one after another.

However, the absolute numerical superiority of the US military was becoming increasingly apparent, with seemingly inexhaustible ammunition and a continuous stream of artillery support.

A low-flying Corsair carrier-based fighter jet dropped a string of rockets on the assault battalion's retreating position. The violent explosions kicked up clouds of dust and instantly claimed several more lives.

Gao Daxing saw several soldiers being torn apart by the explosion; his eyelids were almost split open, and his teeth were grinding together.

The assault battalion's ammunition reserves were being depleted rapidly. The firepower of automatic weapons was beginning to wane, forcing them to rely more heavily on accurate rifle fire.

The space, compressed on two or even three sides, makes mobilization and resupply extremely difficult.

Gao Daxing anxiously looked southwest—that was the direction of the main force of the Seventh Steel Regiment.

The more aggressively he plays, the more opportunities the main team should have!
The US forces seemed to have realized the predicament of the assault battalion and organized more suicide squads, launching a desperate charge under heavy artillery cover.

American soldiers charged uphill, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, clearing a path with grenades and thrusting with bayonets and entrenching tools.

A fierce hand-to-hand combat broke through a small defensive stronghold on Gao Daxing's left flank. Several soldiers fought with the American troops who rushed in, and ultimately perished together.

His tall frame swayed violently as a stray bullet grazed his helmet, carrying with it the smell of burnt hair. The number of soldiers around him who could stand was rapidly decreasing.

The once fierce offensive edge has now been squeezed out like a candle flickering in a storm.

He gripped the entrenching tool in his hand, its blade already dulled, his eyes fixed on the hellish battlefield before him.

Songyue Mountain, this land stained with blood, has become a giant meat grinder.

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Incheon Garrison Command
"Sir, the Chinese troops at Songaksan are putting up a very strong resistance."

"But their firepower is gradually thinning out; they must be running out of bullets."

"If we continue our siege for a while longer, we will surely annihilate these hundreds of Chinese troops!"

The chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States said with a smile.

"Sir, something terrible has happened!"

"A large number of Chinese troops have breached our outer defenses from north of Incheon and are now launching a fierce attack on our core defensive positions!"

"Judging from their location, their target should be Incheon Port!"

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

"What!?"

"Incheon Port... Oh no, we've been tricked!!"

"Immediately recall the reserve forces from Songaksan and charge towards Incheon Port!!!"

Upon hearing this, Brigade Commander Miller gasped in shock, his pupils constricting slightly.

"Sir, what about Songyue Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States asked cautiously.

"We can't worry about that now, let them hold out to the death!"

"As a last resort, destroy those artillery pieces!!!"

"Compared to the aircraft carriers and battleships at Incheon Harbor, these cannons are nothing!"

"That's what Brigade Commander Miller said."

"Destroy?!"

"Sir, more than 70% of Incheon's artillery is there!"

"We're still the army at heart. Do we really have to fight like this for the navy?"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States quickly whispered a reminder.

"Fuck! What navy and army?!"

"We're not Japanese!!!"

"Did you know that the USS Enterprise participated in a series of important battles, including the Battle of Midway, the Battle of the Eastern Solomon Islands, the Battle of the Santa Cruz Islands, the Battle of Guadalcanal, the Battle of the Philippine Sea, and the Battle of Leyte Gulf!"

"This is the most experienced and decorated warship in the U.S. Navy during the Pacific War, and it has a displacement of more than 25,000 tons!"

"Japan's battleship Yamato was sunk by carrier-based aircraft from the aircraft carrier Enterprise!"

"And then there's the USS Missouri battleship, which participated in the Battle of Okinawa and the Battle of Iwo Jima, and even served as the naval flagship!"

"Not to mention the glory of shelling the Japanese islands and sailing into Tokyo Bay, where Japan signed the surrender document."

"The USS Missouri has a displacement of 40,000 to 50,000 tons, steel plates that are over 300 millimeters thick, and a main gun caliber of 406 millimeters!"

"Compared to this, what are those cannons on Songyue Mountain?!"

"Go and relay the order!"

Upon hearing this, Brigade Commander Miller immediately roared in anger.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States quickly agreed.

Just as the U.S. Army Command in Incheon was hastily deploying troops, the battle for the core positions north of Incheon had reached a fever pitch.

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On the core defense line of Incheon North
The explosion sent flames soaring into the sky, illuminating the distorted fortifications of the American troops and the resolute figures of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Lei Gong's artillery battalion had pushed its firepower to the limit.

The shelling was no longer a blind barrage, but rather a targeted and extended bombardment guided by Wu Wanli's prior markings.

The shells plowed through the Volunteer Army's charging route like a plowshare.

The first salvo accurately struck the barbed wire and minefields at the US front, the rising fireballs and smoke instantly tearing several jagged gaps in the obstacles, exposing the anti-tank cones like the broken teeth of a giant beast.

The second salvo of artillery fire erupted from the ground, heading straight for the exposed machine gun positions, blowing away several reinforced concrete fortifications along with the American gunners inside.

During lulls in the shelling, the scattered fire hastily organized by the US forces immediately drew devastating counter-battery fire.

When the artillery fire subsided, the bugle call of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, with its overwhelming momentum, pierced the night sky!

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

"For the rise of a great power navy for the new China, follow me!!!"

Wu Wanli's roar was like thunder.

"Kill!!!"

The main force of the 7th Steel Regiment, which had been eager to fight, leaped out from behind cover and shell craters like a lurking cheetah!

The artillery fire did not stop; instead, it gradually advanced like a barrage of explosions, creating another corridor of explosions 200 meters ahead of the charging troops.

On the core defense line of the US military, the US reserve forces that had just attempted to assemble for a counterattack were instantly blown up.

Wu Wanli led the soldiers of the 7th Steel Regiment closely following this mobile "wall of fire," stepping on the scorching hot earth and debris, shouting loudly as they rushed toward the breach in the first line of defense of the US military!
The American resistance quickly became organized after the initial chaos.

Deep within the core position, the firing points that had not been completely destroyed by artillery fire began to unleash a barrage of bullets, with tracer rounds weaving a dense web of fire.

Wu Wanli took the lead, his M1 Garand rifle firing precise shots that silenced a heavy machine gun position.

"Yu Congrong, suppressive fire!"

Wu Wanli roared.

"Yes!"

Yu Congrong commanded a support fire company to quickly set up Browning heavy machine guns and mortars and exchange fire with the American fire positions.

A large number of bullets struck the fortifications, sending up countless sparks.

Soldiers were frequently hit and fell to the ground, but the charging troops did not stop at all; it was a fight where they risked their lives for each other.

"Comrades, give it your shot!"

Xu Mumu led a heavy machine gun platoon in a frenzied suppression of a stubborn bunker on the right flank, creating space for the assault troops.

The subsequent Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers used sandbags abandoned by the US military, overturned trucks, and even the bodies of their comrades as cover, and tenaciously advanced towards the core position.

The US howitzers adjusted their range, and the shells exploded in the charging crowd, causing a bloodbath.

Every meter of progress was accompanied by enormous sacrifices.

The soldiers who successfully led the demolition team blew up a key support point of the second ring defense line, opening a larger gap for the subsequent assault.

The 7th Steel Regiment's charge finally drove deep into the core of the US military's defenses!
The U.S. military relied on trenches, houses, and fortified bunkers for a final resistance.

The distance was so close that even grenades could injure friendly fire! A chaotic battle broke out.

The gleam of bayonets replaced the muzzle flash of guns. M1 rifles were fitted with bayonets, and soldiers held entrenching tools, grenades, and even rifle stocks—any weapon capable of killing the enemy was in their hands.

Shouts of killing, angry curses, the muffled thuds of sharp weapons piercing flesh, and the agonizing screams of the dying were all mixed together.

"Keep up with me!"

With his bayonet in hand, Wu Wanli roared and led the charge, once again demonstrating his unparalleled close-combat skills.

He maneuvered through the narrow trenches, his Garand rifle thrusting with the precision of a spear, each thrust taking down an American soldier who tried to stop him.

Wu Wanli parried a bayonet strike, dodged a slash from an entrenching tool, and smashed the skull of an American soldier with the butt of his rifle.

His actions boosted the morale of the entire battle, and the surrounding volunteer soldiers roared and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

American soldiers were forced into close-quarters combat, which they were least skilled at, in a confined space, and their morale began to collapse.

"My God! Is that Chinese general leading the charge a reincarnation of Satan, a demon of death?!"

"Damn it, these Chinese are crazy!!"

"Stop fighting! We can't let our lives be wasted!!!"

Some American soldiers began to scream and shout as they retreated and surrendered, while many more were pierced by bayonets in their desperate resistance.

When a battered soldier planted a tattered but bright red flag atop the tallest building in the core position, it heralded the tragic end of the battle.

Corpses littered the battlefield, both inside and outside, and smoke filled the air amidst the broken walls and ruins.

The surviving volunteer soldiers were panting heavily, many of them leaning on their weapons and barely able to stand, their bodies covered in blood and dust.

"Commander-in-Chief, we've finally...we've finally won!!!"

"Keep the attack going, just like you said... in one fell swoop!"

Yu Congrong, panting heavily, propped himself up on the ground with his rifle.

"Wanli, it's Gao Daxing calling!"

"The American troops that went to encircle and attack him have withdrawn, and they are probably heading this way!"

"If we're going to fight, it's best to finish this quickly."

Liu Hanqing handed a telegram to Wu Wanli.

"A quick victory?"

"Do comrades still have the strength to charge forward quickly?"

Wu Wanli looked around at the exhausted soldiers and said.

"I can still fight, and my comrades in the company can still fight!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Gong immediately gritted his teeth and stepped forward to demonstrate his abilities.

"Commander-in-chief, Gao Daxing's mission of containing the enemy is complete. We can have him come over to support us in the fight."

"In that case, when the US reserve forces arrive, the troop disadvantage might not be so great."

Upon hearing this, Lei Gong flicked his pipe and offered a reminder.

"No!"

"Do you know why I sent Gao Daxing to launch a feint attack on Songyue Mountain?"

Wu Wanli shook his head and said.

"Because... he was once the commander stationed at the South Heavenly Gate fortification of Songyue Mountain!?"

"A feint attack turns into a main attack!!!"

"Wanli, you actually foresaw this far!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing was slightly taken aback. After a moment's thought, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes as he stared wide-eyed at Wu Wanli.

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"Yes."

"Messenger, go and order Gao Daxing to launch a fierce attack on Songyue Mountain!"

"The contingency plans we prepared during the evacuation will come in handy."

Wu Wanli smiled faintly and waved to the communications officer, giving the order.

"Yes, Commander!"

A volunteer army communications officer quickly agreed.

"Yup!"

"Gao Daxing was stationed at the Nantianmen fortifications and is very familiar with them!"

"Commander-in-chief, you want Gao Daxing to use the well-concealed tunnels to storm up and capture the American artillery cluster!"

Yu Congrong opened his mouth wide and said excitedly.

"Deeply thoughtful and meticulous in planning..."

"Wanli, your military talent is comparable to Han Xin of the Han Dynasty and Lan Yu of the Ming Dynasty!"

"And you're so young!"

Looking at Wu Wanli's youthful face, Liu Hanqing couldn't help but sigh.

"Hahahahaha..."

"I'm much better than Han Xin and Lan Yu. They were discarded like birds after birds were gone, but I don't have to worry about them."

Wu Wanli smiled and teased.

"Historically speaking, if Zhu Yuanzhang's crown prince Zhu Biao were alive, Lan Yu, as his direct descendant, would not have been eliminated."

Liu Hanqing smiled and looked at Wu Wanli.

"What pig fat and jade? I've only heard of Han Xin, I don't understand any of this?"

Yu Congrong scratched his head, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Then let's talk about the miracle we're about to create."

"China, an agricultural country that was once poor and backward, will now possess the world's most powerful aircraft carriers and battleships!"

A glint flashed in Wu Wanli's eyes as he spoke.

"Commander-in-Chief, say no more!"

"I'll lead the firepower battalion and charge forward right now, even if it kills me!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong gritted his teeth and said.

"You'll be bombarded to death by ship guns before you die from exhaustion."

"The US fleet is still patrolling the waters outside Incheon Port."

"If we don't deal with them, our advance will be just as passive as it was during the Battle of Shanghai."

Wu Wanli shook his head and said.

"What...what should we do?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong asked with some frustration.

"Judging by the timeline, the navy and air force should have already started their operations as planned, right?"

"Wait a minute, it won't be long. Let the comrades take advantage of this last bit of rest."

"Once the naval and air force operations are complete, the final attack will begin."

"I'm curious, what names will we give these two world's number one aircraft carriers and battleships after we acquire them?"

Looking at the seascape in the map of the Heavenly Eye in his mind, Wu Wanli said confidently.

"I'm not sure about the battleship, but the aircraft carrier is most likely the Wanli!"

"I can write to my father and ask him to propose it to the government. Maybe it will be approved?"

"The world's most powerful warship, China's first aircraft carrier, Wanli... This honor should be given to you."

"However, our supporting warships are too poor and cannot support a complete fleet."

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing smiled slightly and said with a touch of emotion.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..."

"It doesn't matter!"

"With me, Wu Wanli, here, and with so many volunteer soldiers here, China will become stronger and stronger as we fight."

"If we can bring back the MiG fighter jet production line, we can definitely bring back the technology and production lines for other warships, tanks, and so on!"

"As long as we continue to win miraculously like this, the Soviet Union will not mind supporting our industrial and technological growth and bleeding the United States dry."

"But for now, let's hope that the Navy and Air Force can defeat the US fleet as planned."

"Fame and fortune are things for later; I don't value them that much."

"I do not desire titles and honors; I only wish for calm seas..."

Wu Wanli inhaled the salty, damp air of the sea breeze, looked towards the Yellow Sea, and sighed.

(End of this chapter)