Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 32 Wu Wanli fights two tanks alone!

When the soldiers of the 7th Company charged into the American ranks with bayonets in hand, several American soldiers were killed before they could even react, their lives reaped by the gleaming bayonets.

"Fuck you!"

"Damn Chinese troops, they actually hid among the corpses and ambushed us!"

A junior U.S. Army officer roared as he fixed his bayonet and charged toward Wu Wanli's position.

"Fine! You dare to run me head-on!"

Wu Wanli smiled excitedly, skillfully wielding his bayonet to deflect the American sergeant's bayonet.

"Bang—"

A metallic clang rang out, and the capillaries in the American officer's hand burst open, soon becoming red and swollen.

"Shit!"

"Chinese Kung Fu?"

The US military officer thought with a hint of despair, recalling the power of the attack just now.

At this moment, another American soldier, seeing how formidable Wu Wanli was, raised his bayonet and thrust it towards Wu Wanli's chest.

"Come help? Your knife speed isn't even as good as that American devil's!"

Wu Wanli smiled contemptuously, brandishing his bayonet and ignoring the incoming bayonet, thrusting straight at the American soldier.

"puff--"

With a dull thud as a bayonet pierced flesh, the American soldier stared in disbelief at the blood gushing from his heart, his vision blurring for a moment.

Wu Wanli quickly drew his knife, a splash of bright red blood splattering on his body, and another American soldier's corpse lay on the ground.

At this moment, seeing that Wu Wanli had no friendly forces around him, the American officer quietly took out his pistol and was about to raise it to aim at Wu Wanli.

"Trying to ambush me from this close?"

Wu Wanli roared and kicked the American officer's hand holding the pistol with a fierce kick.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out. It turned out that the American officer's hand had been kicked hard, and in pain, he pulled the trigger into the air.

"puff--"

Another sound of a bayonet piercing flesh rang out. The American officer looked at the bayonet that had pierced through his back and into his chest, and reluctantly lost all his strength.

"Wanli, be careful!"

"Yu Congrong and I will cover your flanks and back!"

Wu Qianli drew his bayonet and kicked the doomed American officer to the ground, giving him a warning.

"it is good!"

"Brother, Yu Congrong, come with me and charge in to capture the tanks!"

A murderous glint flashed in Wu Wanli's eyes as he picked up the American officer's pistol and shouted.

"Don't worry, Wu Wanli, just do your job!"

"With the two of us here, no American devil can get close to you!"

Yu Congrong, his bayonet gleaming with blood, shouted loudly.

"kill!"

Without saying a word, Wu Wanli raised his bayonet and charged toward the American tank.

With Wu Wanli leading the charge, Wu Qianli providing flank cover, and Yu Congrong guarding the rear, the three of them advanced rapidly toward the American tanks like bulldozers, quickly reaching the tanks.

On top of the American tank, the commander looked at the chaotic battlefield and didn't know what to do. He thought of going back inside the tank to take shelter.

"Trying to retreat back into your turtle shell? Don't even think about it!"

Wu Wanli quickly drew the M1911 pistol he had just captured, aimed it at the figure above the tank, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The instant the gunshot rang out, a trickle of bright red blood slowly flowed down the American officer's forehead. He convulsed for a moment, then collapsed limply onto the tank.

Inside the tank

"Sir! Are you alright?"

The American gunner sensed something was wrong and asked with wide eyes.

"Blood!"

"The tank commander has been killed! Quickly remove the body and lock the hatch!"

Upon seeing the trail of blood flowing downstream, the American loader cried out in alarm, grabbed the corpse by the feet, and shoved it violently outwards.

The body of the US Army tank commander was pushed out, and the roof was finally freed from being stuck.

However, before the American tank crew could close the top cover, Wu Wanli pulled out a grenade, quickly pulled the pin, and threw it into the American tank.

The smoking grenade spun rapidly in mid-air a few times before entering through the top opening.

Inside the tank, the American gunner froze for a second, then hurriedly grabbed a grenade, trying to throw it out, but it was clearly too late. "Boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out, flames erupted from inside the tank, and a pool of flesh and blood was blasted out.

"Wanli! Beautiful!"

"Sharpshooter plus airburst, one American tank destroyed in one minute!"

A look of shock flashed across Yu Congrong's eyes, and he praised loudly.

"Wanli, well done!"

"There's one more. Take it out and we win!"

Wu Qianli had just stabbed an American soldier to death and was looking at the last American tank.

"Too late, the American troops with that tank retreated very quickly!"

Pinghe Gang, who was not far away, wanted to replicate Wu Wanli's performance, but he didn't get the chance.

"A bomb!"

Wu Wanli roared angrily, his heart filled with rage.

"Wanli! What do you want to do!"

Wu Qianli stared wide-eyed, clearly reluctant, and shouted.

"Quick! The American tanks are about to retreat and create distance!"

"Give me!"

Wu Wanli looked at the explosive pack on Wu Qianli's back and shouted loudly.

"Preserve yourself!"

Wu Qianli reluctantly handed over the explosive pack and shouted.

"Do not worry!"

Wu Wanli snatched the explosive pack with one hand and carried a bayonet with the other, rushing towards the tank at top speed.

Several American soldiers rushed toward him along the way, trying to stop Wu Wanli.

Wu Wanli wielded his bayonet, creating afterimages as the charging American soldiers fell dead at his feet.

Thanks to the entanglement of these American troops, the American tanks, fearing that they might harm friendly forces, refrained from firing.

"Wanli! I can't keep up!"

Wu Qianli, sweating profusely, reminded Wu Wanli, who had distanced himself from him.

"The tanks have broken out of the bayonet fighting zone!"

"Without the cover of the US military, it's dangerous thousands of miles away!"

Pinghe keenly observed this and shouted loudly.

"I'll cover Wanli!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong immediately picked up the bazooka he was carrying, aimed it at the American tank, and fired a shot.

"Boom!"

A rocket, trailing a plume of flame, flew out and slammed into the frontal armor of the American troops, creating a deafening explosion.

Inside the US Army tank

The shockwave from the explosion jolted all the tank crew members, almost causing them to faint.

"Sir!"

"The thick smoke from the explosion is obscuring the observation scope. Should we open the top cover and use the machine gun?"

"A Chinese soldier just charged over!"

"A U.S. tank crewman asked."

"Shit!"

"Do you know why Tank Number One lost contact? It was destroyed when its top cover was open and it exploded!"

"Let's wait until the smoke clears. I don't believe Chinese soldiers can run that fast!"

The US military vehicle commander cursed and gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

The other American tank crew members agreed, and nodded in agreement.

However, they never expected that Wu Wanli, with his god-like agility boost, would still be so fast!
Taking advantage of the cover of the rocket, Wu Wanli, carrying a bundle of explosives, rushed to within a meter of the tank.

"I can't even imagine how difficult it must have been for the martyrs to blow up the tanks..."

While thinking, Wu Wanli endured the discomfort that made his whole body feel like it was about to fall apart, and slid in to the bottom of the tank, pulling the fuse of the explosive charge.

(End of this chapter)