Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 274 The decisive moment of annihilating the US Army's 1st Division!

Outside Songyue Mountain, inside the headquarters of the 6th US Brigade
"Sir, it's time for the final assault!"

The chief of staff of the 6th Brigade reminded him in a low voice.

"Then order the fighter squadrons to launch a full-scale attack on the artillery positions on Songak Mountain!"

"The army should maintain its original offensive intensity to contain the Chinese army."

Brigadier General Harrison put down his binoculars, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

“Sir, but didn’t General Thomas say… a simultaneous attack from the ground, underground, and air?”

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the 4th Brigade of the United States was slightly taken aback and quickly reminded him.

"A simultaneous attack by a triad sounds impressive, but it's just empty talk."

"Didn't you notice that even after we've been fighting for so long, the artillery cluster at Songaksan has never been firing at full capacity?"

Brigadier General Harrison looked at the top of Songyue Mountain and said.

"Sir, do you mean... the Chinese army left the shells behind in preparation for the current general offensive?"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the 6th Brigade of the United States immediately spoke up.

"That's right!"

"Although they captured a lot of shells, very few could actually be transported up Songaksan in a short period of time."

"Only artillery clusters with ammunition are truly deterrent and can force us to concentrate our main air force forces for a direct assault!"

"Never underestimate the Chinese army."

"First, let the air force take out the Chinese artillery clusters to prevent our main force from being suppressed by artillery fire during the assault. This way, we can minimize our troop losses..."

"According to the plan above, is the war over once we capture Incheon?"

"We also need to defend Incheon against the fierce attack of the Chinese army from Seoul, and give them a fierce blow when the Chinese and North Korean troops retreat."

"These all require elite troops..."

"Pass on my order: have the air force group deploy immediately and destroy the Chinese army's artillery as quickly as possible!"

"At the same time, send the more than 3,000 elite troops of the Sixth Regiment to sneak over and wait outside Songyue Mountain for a fierce attack!"

"Once the Chinese artillery is destroyed, we will immediately coordinate with armored vehicles and tanks to attack!"

"At the same time, the various assault teams also coordinated to slip through the tunnels and launch an attack together!"

"No matter how many tricks and schemes the Chinese army may employ, I have considered everything thoroughly, and victory in this battle is assured!"

Brigadier General Miller straightened his white gloves and said confidently.

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Above Songyue Mountain, the shrill roar of engines suddenly rose, like the mournful cry of death's scythe slicing through the air.

Under the azure sky, a massive formation of US warplanes has arrived at the target airspace and is swooping down on the artillery positions commanded by Lei Gong!
"You idiots, the American devils' warplanes are coming!!"

"Anti-aircraft gun positions—anti-aircraft machine guns—fire!!!"

A thunderous roar exploded through the smoke-filled trenches and bunkers, instantly drowning out the first roar of engines.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The large-caliber anti-aircraft guns roared first, their massive muzzle flashes shooting out half a foot, and the heavy shells tore through the air, whistling and drawing deadly trajectories.

The Volunteer Army anti-aircraft machine gunners' hands were cracked from the impact, and sweat mixed with dust rolled into their eyes, but they still kept their triggers tightly, and the hot shell casings clattered to the ground not far at their feet.

In an instant, the sky turned into a boiling furnace!

A Mustang fighter plane that was diving too fast suddenly stopped in its tracks and was pierced by at least two anti-aircraft shells.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, it transformed into an expanding fireball!
"Bang!"

Burning debris trailed long plumes of black smoke as it tumbled and crashed into the ravine with a dull thud.

Another US warplane was pulling down to prepare to drop bombs when it was suddenly attacked from the belly by anti-aircraft machine gun fire from different directions.

"boom!"

The fighter jet instantly lost control, veering and crashing into the mountainside. The bomb exploded inside, sending flames and shockwaves sweeping across the surrounding area.

At the same time, other fireballs burst in the air, signifying the complete failure of the first wave of attacks by the US fighter jets.

Inside the command bunker, the tremors caused soil to fall in a flurry.
"Well played! Stay calm!"

"Keep an eye on the next wave! Be careful to avoid it!"

Lei Gong, peering intently through the observation hole at the battle in the air, shouted a warning.

However, U.S. pilots are equally well-trained, and their attacks are precise and deadly!
A burst of deadly machine gun shells tore through the air, precisely sweeping past the sandbag bunker to the left of an anti-aircraft gun position.

The sandbag was torn to shreds instantly, and fragments mixed with mud flew out like a dense rain of steel.

Two volunteer soldiers who were carrying ammunition nearby were shot down, their blood instantly staining the scorched earth beneath their feet.

Immediately afterwards, a U.S. medium bomber roared past, and several dark shadows dropped from its cockpit.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Violent explosions rang out one after another on the flank and rear of the position, sending mud and sand flying into the trenches.

The violent blast of air and sound waves caused the soldiers hiding deep in the bunker to experience ringing in their ears and dizziness, and temporarily lose their balance.

"Boom——!"

An even deeper and more terrifying roar followed!

In the distance, a huge fireball mixed with thick smoke rose from an anti-aircraft gun position!
The anti-aircraft gun barrel twisted, the shield shattered, and the entire Volunteer Army artillery crew, along with the anti-aircraft gun, was instantly engulfed by the explosion, leaving only a deep crater belching black smoke and scattered charred wreckage.

The thick smoke from the explosion spread rapidly, like a heavy curtain, obscuring the firing range and observation line of the air defense forces behind.

"battalion commander!"

"The No. 3 high-altitude machine gun has been destroyed!"

"Another class is gone, damn it!"

"The anti-aircraft gun at position 4 is completely exposed to enemy aircraft!"

"Those damn bombers have got their hands on them!"

A volunteer soldier's communications officer wiped the sweat and grime from his face and roared hoarsely.

"Those damn American devils!"

Lei Gong's face suddenly turned ashen, and he clenched his teeth.

The aerial battle has devolved into the most brutal and bloody tug-of-war of attrition!

American aircraft, with their overwhelming numerical advantage and air superiority, launched repeated attacks.

Each dive and strafing attack was designed to deplete and destroy these deadly anti-aircraft strongpoints.

Lei Gong led the anti-aircraft troops of the artillery battalion in a bloody battle, squeezing out every last bit of their potential.

Enemy planes kept falling to the ground like meteors in the sky, but our own losses were also rising at a visible rate!
The intensity of anti-aircraft firepower is inevitably and worryingly decreasing.

Several key artillery positions were destroyed or suppressed, and the anti-aircraft machine guns also fell silent one after another.

The thick smoke severely hampered the continuity of observation, aiming, and firing.

But Lei Gong knew very well that this air defense fire net, which was being held up at all costs, must not collapse!
"Hold on for me!"

"Hold fast to the front!"

"Uninjured gunners! Concentrate fire! Aim at those big guys that are about to drop bombs! Now!!"

The thunder god's roar almost blew off the roof of the command center; every word was filled with the heat of blood and fire.

He waved his arms vigorously, as if using all his strength to mobilize every remaining firing point on the position.

The volunteer soldiers on the position transformed into unyielding rocks in the face of his roar, gritting their teeth and holding their posts even in the midst of hell.

The wounded were quickly but safely dragged away from the danger zone, and the reserve artillery crew immediately filled the gap like precise gears.

For a time, the anti-aircraft artillery groups and the US fighter jets were locked in a stalemate, with both sides suffering losses but neither able to gain the upper hand.

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Songyue Mountain, inside the Shubao Command Post
"Wanli, the artillery positions are under fierce attack from American fighter jets!"

"It seems the Americans are serious this time. Large numbers of fighter jets are diving down; they've probably brought over every air force they can mobilize in the vicinity!"

"If this continues, the artillery battalion won't be able to hold out!"

Liu Hanqing said anxiously.

"It's good that they've all been brought in; I would be disappointed if they hadn't."

"I have already ordered the air force to take off and provide support, so don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli remained completely calm, his expression serene as he reached out and slid his hand across the battle map.

"Chinese Air Force?"

"This can indeed help relieve some of the pressure on Lei Gong and the others, but I'm still a little worried about their strength."

"After all, our air force suffered heavy losses in the previous major battle with the US Navy, and the number of our fighter jets was drastically reduced."

"Even if reinforcements arrive, they probably won't be able to compete with the US military's fighter jets."

"However, Wanli, your command is not wrong, and there is no better way for the time being."

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing sighed and said.

"Hanqing, I didn't say I wanted air force support, I meant support for Songyue Mountain to help Lei Gong relieve some pressure, right?"

Wu Wanli smiled and shook his head.

"what?"

"You're not going to support Songyue Mountain!?"

"So, where are we going to provide support? We can't be going to help Commander Li Yunlong, can we?"

"Wanli, the battle at Incheon is raging. We can't afford to be overconfident and call in air support at this crucial moment!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing's eyes widened slightly. Listening to the distant explosion, he spoke with a hint of anxiety.

"Hanqing, objectively speaking, if the air force were to actually support Songyue Mountain, the outcome would likely be the destruction of the air force positions along with the artillery positions."

"But I can't blame you. In the midst of a crisis, how many people can clearly see the big picture?"

"Look what would happen if the Chinese Air Force made its move here!"

"Does this achieve the same effect as Tian Ji's horse racing strategy?"

Wu Wanli's finger stopped on Ren Dongli, and he said with a smile.

"Rendongli?"

"Isn't this the small town east of Incheon, the place where the US military blocked Commander Ding Wei and his troops?!"

A flicker of doubt crossed Liu Hanqing's eyes, which then instantly cleared, ultimately turning into shock.

"You're right. Being in a critical situation, I failed to see the overall changes."

"At this time, the US Air Force is almost entirely focused on attacking Songyue Mountain, while Rendongli is temporarily without fighter protection. This is the perfect opportunity for our Air Force to seize the chance to strike!"

"While I can't guarantee that I can help Commander Ding Wei and his men take the position, I can definitely take out the American artillery there and inflict heavy losses on them!"

"In this way, the 12th Army can capture Rendongli more quickly and come to its aid!"

"Wanli, you truly are a military genius!!!"

Liu Hanqing took a deep breath, excitedly told Wu Wanli everything, and looked at him with admiration.

"He's not exactly a genius, just someone who's accurate in his calculations and has a lot of guts."

Wu Wanli showed no arrogance whatsoever, and continued to look intently at the battle map as he spoke.

He knew very well that his tactics weren't particularly brilliant; they were simply the result of the Sky Eye map's full-map vision, which allowed him to execute the optimal strategy.

Another commander of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army might have thought of fighting this way, but they might not have dared to.

Because Wu Wanli could see through his telescope that there were indeed no more US warplanes in Rendongli, but other commanders could not.

If a misjudgment were made and all the fighter jets were destroyed, the person would become a sinner.

"But Wanli, while this overall strategy is indeed better, the crisis at the Songyue Mountain artillery position still can't be resolved!"

"Our anti-aircraft artillery system can only hold out for a little longer at most, then it really won't be able to hold on..."

Liu Hanqing thought for a moment, then said with some difficulty.

Why must we keep holding on?

"Our ultimate goal is to make flames rise over the entire Songaksan Mountain, and we are destined not to be able to take all of these cannons with us."

"As long as they fire all the shells quickly in one go, they've accomplished their mission."

Wu Wanli looked at the Heavenly Eye map in his mind and let out a long sigh.

They've finally arrived. More than 3,000 elite US troops have pressed into Songyue Mountain, densely packed together in what is already a small hiding place.

Previously, artillery shells were limited, and the US military had not launched a general offensive and had kept its forces dispersed.

Now that they're piled up together, it's the perfect time to bomb them.

"Coming? What's coming?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing asked, completely bewildered.

"The artillery positions on Songyue Mountain were doomed to defeat under overwhelming air power, and the US commanders certainly understood that."

"Once the artillery positions are destroyed, it will be time for a full-scale offensive."

"How could we not prepare in advance for a full-scale offensive?"

"Order Lei Gong to turn all movable artillery around and bombard the targets at the coordinates I gave you!"

"There are only three concealed locations outside Songyue Mountain that would facilitate a large-scale troop deployment for a general offensive. I'm sure I'm not mistaken!"

"Once the shells are all used up, there's no need for defense. Just let Lei Gong take the mortars and slip through the tunnels. We don't need the large-caliber artillery anymore."

Wu Wanli wrote down the coordinate range and handed it to Liu Hanqing, giving the order.

"Yes!"

Liu Hanqing immediately took the coordinates and agreed.

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Songyue Mountain Artillery Position
"Battalion Commander! Urgent order from the Regimental Commander!"

"Leave only half of the artillery to defend against the air attacks; the rest of you, immediately turn your artillery around!"

"Coordinates... Full firepower coverage! Execute immediately!"

"After bombarding them, take the mortars and retreat through the tunnel!"

The messenger roared, his voice almost drowned out by the artillery fire.

"Attention all personnel! Target changed!"

"Coordinates... Half of the artillery is operating large-caliber guns at maximum rate of fire! Slowly advance the barrage!"

"Fire all the shells! Clear the way for the commander's knife!"

A resolute look flashed across Lei's face, which was covered in smoke and sweat, and he shouted with unwavering determination.

This order was like the final roar of a dying beast. The surviving half of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army artillerymen, braving the constant barrage of bombs and strafing fire, unleashed astonishing power.

One by one, the still-functioning large-caliber howitzers were turned with great effort, their barrels raised high, pointing towards the seemingly safe and concealed assembly area outside the mountains.

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

In an instant, the final roar of the Volunteer Army artillery erupted on Songyue Mountain, and white smoke scattered everywhere.

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

Dense artillery shells ripped through the smoke-shrouded sky, whistling as they slammed into the carefully chosen concealed assembly area of ​​Brigadier General Harrison like hailstones.

At this moment, the more than 3,000 elite US 6th Brigade troops hidden here had just finished their final battle briefing.

American soldiers were leaning against armored vehicles, drinking water and checking weapons, while tank engines hummed and warmed up. Commanders waited with relaxed expressions for the airstrikes to be completed and the attack to begin.

For them, this was an impending sweeping operation, supported by powerful air power, and one they were confident of winning.

However, death came without warning.

When the first shell landed with a dull whistle and exploded violently in the armored company's assembled formation, time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…!
A series of violent explosions suddenly rang out, like thunderclaps!

A blazing fireball suddenly shot up, billowing black smoke carrying dirt, shrapnel, and torn bodies into the sky.

The powerful shockwave, like an invisible hammer, instantly overturned and tossed soldiers and light vehicles within range into the air.

"Bombardment!!!"

"Take cover! Find cover!"

The American soldiers, realizing what was happening, screamed warnings, but were instantly drowned out by more explosions.

The dense barrage of shells rained down relentlessly, precisely covering the entire area.

75mm and 105mm grenades and mortar shells wove together a curtain of death.

American infantrymen, resting or in formation, were still in a daze when they were mercilessly slaughtered by the whistling shrapnel. Their limbs were torn apart in the impact, and their blood and internal organs were splattered on the scorched earth.

American soldiers who narrowly escaped the first wave of attacks rushed towards the hollows or vehicle wreckage, only to be blown to pieces by subsequent artillery shells.

Tanks and armored vehicles are supposed to be mobile fortresses, but they are also vulnerable to saturation bombardment.

The shells hit the tank's thin upper or side armor directly, igniting a fire, and the exploding ammunition blew the heavy turret off like a toy.

Light vehicles were torn to shreds and burned like pieces of paper.

The surviving crew members scrambled out, only to be instantly killed by flying shrapnel. The burning steel and fuel emitted a pungent stench.

The forward command post was also within the shelling range. Although it was relatively well-hidden, the continuous and violent explosions destroyed communication lines, killed several staff officers and commanders, and caused communications to fall into chaos.

This carefully chosen, secluded gathering place was transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse in an instant.

Thick smoke blotted out the sun, and all that could be seen were leaping flames, twisted metal, burning corpses, and wounded soldiers screaming in agony.

The earth trembled violently from the continuous explosions!
The sudden and devastating shelling brought not only casualties, but also extreme shock and incomprehensible confusion.

"My God! Impossible! How did they know we were here?!"

An officer, who had just been thrown into the air by the blast wave, struggled to his feet, his face covered in blood, and stared in shock at the hellish scene before him, letting out a shrill roar.

"Command! We're under heavy artillery fire!"

"Coordinates exposed! Repeat, our location is completely exposed! Heavy losses!..."

A communications soldier, hiding behind a half-collapsed bunker, futilely pounded on the radio that had lost signal, desperately shouting into the microphone.

"The Chinese...aren't the Chinese being bombed? How could they...retaliate? And so accurately?"

The American soldier, who had been stunned and then awoke, looked around blankly at the mangled corpses of his former comrades and uttered a muffled, dreamlike voice.

This question haunted the mind of every survivor like a ghost.

Logically, the Chinese artillery on Songyue Mountain should be being carpet-bombed by their superior air power.

How could they possibly organize such precise and fierce counter-bombardment when they were struggling to protect themselves?

How could the Chinese military possibly know the exact coordinates of this highly concealed assault force that had penetrated deep into the rear?

The only explanation is that the Chinese commander once again made a miraculous prediction or gambled correctly!

After all, there are only three suitable places for large-scale hiding outside Songaksan. As long as the general attack of the US military is predicted in advance, there is a one-in-three chance that you can guess the location correctly!
This thought sent a chill down the spines of the American soldiers who had survived the ordeal, filling them with dread and fear.

A sense of absurdity and powerlessness, like "the hunter being hunted instead," enveloped the entire surviving team.

The deafening roar of the artillery fire and the sudden disappearance of communication signals struck Brigadier General Harrison's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Report! General! Something terrible has happened at the front!"

The chief of staff of the U.S. Sixth Brigade burst through the door in terror, his voice trembling.

Harrison stood facing the map, confidently awaiting the signal to attack.

After being abruptly interrupted, he looked up impatiently.

But when Harrison saw the chief of staff's deathly pale face and the flashes of intense explosions in the distant sky, a sense of foreboding gripped his heart.

"Explain yourself! What's wrong?"

Harrison took a deep breath to calm himself and quickly asked.

"Our...our assault force assembly point...is under heavy artillery fire!"

"The shelling is massive! Communications are completely cut off!"

"They...they...we don't know how many survivors are left."

The chief of staff of the 6th Brigade spoke incoherently.

"what?!"

Harrison rushed to the observation post and saw a huge column of smoke and fire rising from the designated assembly area in the distance.

The dense sound of explosions rolled in, clearly audible even from a distance.

Through the binoculars, the area was completely shrouded in smoke and dust from the explosion, with the burning wreckage of vehicles faintly visible.

Harrison's confidence crumbled instantly, his eyes bloodshot with shock and anger.

His meticulously planned offensive prelude, which he was confident could outmaneuver Wu Wanli's command post, was now being brutally crushed by enemy artillery right under his nose!

"This is impossible!!!"

"Weren't their artillery almost wiped out by the air force?! How can they turn their guns around?!"

"How could they know the exact location of my elite troops?! What are their intelligence agencies doing?!"

"Spies! There must be some damned Chinese spies!!"

Harrison slammed his fist on the table with a dull thud, causing the documents and water glasses on the table to bounce.

After the initial shock came a surge of rage; a profound sense of defeat, shame, and fear of the impending consequences ignited a powder keg within him.

He understood that every second of shelling was tearing apart his elite troops and his hopes of turning the tide.

"Immediately! Fire the signal flare immediately! Order them to withdraw! Withdraw as many as possible! Quickly!!"

"Damn it! Send the air force! Send the air force to continue the suppression!"

"Suppress those damn artillerymen! Don't let them fire anymore! Now!!"

Harrison roared at the officer beside him, spittle flying everywhere, his voice hoarse like that of a wounded beast.

However, the chaotic battlefield, disrupted communications, and precise artillery fire made the order to "withdraw" extremely difficult and costly.

The American troops, stunned by the bombing, paid a heavy price in casualties as they tried to escape the death zone.

After the American regiment was eventually withdrawn from the relentless artillery barrage, only 1,000 of its more than 3,000 elite troops remained, and their morale was low, making them clearly incapable of leading the attack.

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Indongri outer defense line

The flames of battle illuminated the scorched earth, and the smoke and dust kicked up by artillery shells blotted out the sun.

Ding Wei crouched behind the makeshift shelter, holding up binoculars and staring intently ahead.

The U.S. defense line was like a giant steel wall, consisting of three iron mesh fortifications and dozens of heavy firepower points, with a U.S. battalion-sized artillery position attached behind it.

The soldiers of the 12th Army in the direction of Seoul had been launching a fierce attack for three hours, but each charge was mercilessly crushed by the heavy bombardment of American artillery.

Ding Wei's brows furrowed into a deep frown as he watched his soldiers being swept down by machine gun fire or torn to pieces by artillery shells.

In front of the position, corpses were piled up like mountains, blood soaked the dust, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and death.

"The sixth charge was repelled!"

"Reporting to the commander, the third battalion has lost two more companies!"

"The American artillery fire is too intense. Most of our heavy machine guns have been destroyed, and we can't break through at all!"

A volunteer army communications soldier came running up, panting heavily, his face covered in blood.

An Changsen stood beside Ding Wei, his heart aching as he listened to the report. He raised his binoculars again and looked toward the direction of the American troops.

Thousands of American soldiers opened fire from their fortified circular positions, while flashes of fire appeared on American howitzer positions as shells rained down on the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's advance.

"Old Ding, this can't go on!"

"We have suffered huge losses. This morning alone, we lost more than a thousand people."

"The US military's firing positions are too densely packed. Their artillery seems to have eyes, always opening fire when our assault is at its most intense!"

An Changsen gritted his teeth and said.

"Damn it, the US military only has a little over a thousand people!"

"You think a reinforced battalion-sized artillery group and a few heavy machine guns can hold off several of our divisions?"

"I've fought my way from northwestern Shanxi to liberation, and I've never suffered such a loss!"

"Back then, my single division could wipe out Liao Yaoxiang's entire army! But now..."

As Ding Wei spoke, he ripped off his military cap and slammed it onto the dirt, sweat streaming down the wrinkles on his face.

He stared at the American positions in the distance, his eyes filled with endless weariness and resentment.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and a hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Old An, you can't believe how unfair fate is!"

"Look at that kid Wu Wanli. He fought the US military to the death at Songyue Mountain, capturing aircraft carriers and bombing warships. He took down Thomas's main force like cutting tofu."

"He treated the American troops like dirt there, so why are we the targets here?"

Ding Wei said defiantly.

"Isn't it?"

"That kid Wu Wanli was a god-like commander in Incheon, with fierce firepower and elite troops, making the American army lose their bearings!"

"And in Rendongli, which we are facing now, the American troops are as cunning as foxes. Their artillery is hidden behind the town, and their firing points are all intersecting, making it difficult for our soldiers to even get close!"

"Old Ding, we're heartbroken. These are all our veterans. Many of them died right at the start of the charge..."

An Changsen sighed deeply, his face filled with complex emotions.

Before the words were finished, a strange roar ripped through the sky, growing louder as it approached, shaking the earth.

Upon hearing the sound, Ding Wei and An Changsen immediately looked up.

In the sky, dozens of Chinese fighter jets, led by the Wanli-1, tore through the clouds like lightning and swooped down, their red stars shining brightly in the sunlight.

Just as the two were in shock, the fighter jets had already precisely locked onto the American positions and begun bombing.

A string of incendiary bombs fell like meteors, while the first few fighter jets flew low, their machine guns suppressing the American firing positions.

The Chinese fighter jets that followed dropped high-explosive bombs weighing half a ton on the artillery positions.

"Boom!"

The earth roared and trembled as the US howitzer formation was instantly engulfed in flames.

Wang Wei piloted the Wanli-1 fighter jet and accurately dropped the first bomb.

"boom!"

The bomb hit the ammunition depot squarely, producing a deafening explosion.

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

The chain reaction of the secondary explosion tore the entire position to pieces, and flames shot into the sky.

Then came the bombing raids by other Chinese fighter jets, with bombs being dropped one after another, and the American heavy artillery pieces twisted and deformed like paper toys.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the screams of numerous American artillerymen were swallowed by the explosions.

Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Good job!"

"Turn to the heavily fortified area of ​​Rendongli!"

Looking at the scene below, Wang Wei pulled the control lever and shouted inwardly.

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

"........."

Soon, the Chinese pilots on the communications radio responded and began to maneuver.

Before long, the Chinese fighter jets arrived at the densely packed firing positions in Rendongli and continued their dive-bombing.

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

The second round of bombing was like divine punishment; the iron mesh fortifications were completely destroyed, and the American machine gun bunkers were reduced to charcoal.

The entire bombing process was swift and efficient, taking only a little over ten minutes, during which the U.S. military's seemingly impregnable firepower system collapsed completely.

"This... I remember that the air force deployment authority is currently temporarily under that kid Wanli!"

"So, this was ordered and arranged by Wu Wanli?"

"My God, how could he have predicted this so accurately!"

"Wasn't Songyue Mountain under emergency alert? And yet, he's sent his entire air force here?!"

Ding Wei stood there, stunned. The binoculars in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. His eyes widened in disbelief as he spoke.

"Old Ding, the timing of the bombing was perfect, just as the American warplanes were being moved away!"

"wrong!"

"Those fighter jets seem to have been moved in the direction of bombing Songaksan, right?"

"This is also part of his decoy tactic!"

"That kid Wu Wanli... he's not fighting a war, he's playing chess! He's fucking amazing!"

An Changsen was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and said with emotion.

I had heard a lot about Wu Wanli's achievements before, but experiencing Wu Wanli's art of command firsthand was a completely different feeling.

No wonder his daughter was so devoted to this boy, even going so far as to defy him for Wu Wanli.

It seems that such a son-in-law is indeed a military genius, and his future development is limitless!

As soon as the explosion stopped, Ding Wei snapped back to his senses, his eyes flashing with a sharp light!
"quick!"

"Order all troops to launch a general offensive immediately!"

"The American artillery fire has been completely wiped out; this is an opportunity we must seize!"

"Comrades, it's time for our 12th Army to avenge our humiliation!"

"Wu Wanli has paved the way, we can't waste it! Push forward with all our might and tear open the outer defenses of the American forces!"

Ding Wei drew his pistol from his waist, rushed out of cover, and shouted loudly.

"Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip—!"

Amidst the distinctive bugle call of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, the soldiers of the 12th Army pounced on their prey like hungry tigers, launching an overwhelming charge while the bombing still raged.

Without artillery fire suppression, the outer defenses became extremely vulnerable under the fierce firepower of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

The suicide squad of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army used explosive charges to blast open the remaining barbed wire, creating a path for the main force to advance.

Ding Wei commanded the Third Division to quickly penetrate and decisively defeat the reserve forces of the US main defense line.

The US military initially held out with a force of a thousand men, but after their artillery was destroyed, their morale collapsed, and they could no longer withstand the onslaught of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

In less than half an hour, the outer perimeter of Rendongli fell into the hands of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, and the roads and hills outside the town were all occupied.

The remaining 800 American troops retreated in disarray into the town of Rendongli.

"If the US military doesn't provide support, we can take Rendongli in at most an hour, then join forces with Wu Wanli to launch a pincer attack and annihilate the US 1st Division!"

Standing on the newly captured position, Ding Wei looked at the thick smoke rising from the town and the dilapidated roadblocks hastily set up by the American troops, and let out a long breath.

"Hopefully Wu Wanli can hold on. That silly girl An Jing is probably still worried!"

An Changsen sighed and looked in the direction of Incheon.

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U.S. Army 1st Division Command

"Sir, the street fighting in Incheon is very difficult. Those Chinese sharpshooters are elusive. Carter's 5th Brigade has suffered heavy losses, with only about a thousand elite soldiers left!"

"The attack on Rendongli went very badly. Instead of supporting Songyueshan, the Chinese Air Force came to bomb Rendongli."

"Now all the outer positions of Rendongli have been lost, and the remaining troops are holed up inside to put up a final resistance!"

"Over at Songyue Mountain, the air force has taken out the Chinese artillery positions."

"But before they destroyed it, they accurately predicted the hiding position of our general assault force, and inflicted heavy losses on the vanguard regiment of the Sixth Brigade, leaving only a thousand men."

"The Sixth Brigade now has only one elite regiment left, so we can make one last desperate attempt."

The chief of staff of the U.S. Army 1st Division sighed and reported.

"Damn it, why has the battle situation deteriorated to this extent!"

"If Miller hadn't deviated from our plan to attack simultaneously, and instead clung to the hope of minimizing our losses, we might have already taken Songyue Mountain!"

"Seventh Steel Regiment, Seventh Steel Regiment... I refuse to believe they are invincible!"

"Pass on my order: the garrison of Rendong Village shall continue to hold out and resist to the death, buying us a final bit of time!"

"Tell Harrison to launch a full-scale attack as planned!"

"Forget about any more backup plans or other schemes, let's attack from both the tunnels and the front!"

"This is the final battle!"

"Even if we cripple them, we must at least take Incheon and open up a sea route for our retreat!"

"Otherwise, our 1st U.S. Army Division will be completely annihilated!"

Lieutenant General Thomas took a deep breath and said.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the Chief of Staff of the 1st Division of the U.S. Army quickly agreed.

(End of this chapter)