Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 322 The bloody battle between the million-strong Chinese and American armies is about to begin! Successfully escaped the Seventh Steel Corps!

The celebration banquet venue was brightly lit, and the lively atmosphere of clinking glasses seemed capable of overturning this largest gathering place in Pyongyang.

"The Captain-General is back!"

Someone shouted, and the boiling heat in that corner instantly expanded.

Yu Congrong's tall figure was the first to block the way, and the two enamel mugs in his hands clattered together, splashing wine out.

"Wanli! Finished your business talk with the leaders? It's time for us brothers to have some fun!"

Yu Congrong's voice always carried the heroic spirit of a break in battle, and without saying a word, he shoved one of the jars into Wu Wanli's hands.

The jar contains a strong, spicy white liquor from North Korea.

But this moment of reunion after a bloody battle is more precious than fine wine and nectar.

Wu Wanli caught it smoothly, his gaze sweeping over the familiar faces.

Pinghe stood calmly behind Yu Congrong, a rare look of relief on his face.

Gao Daxing grinned and patted Lei Gong on the shoulder; Lei Gong, holding a wine bottle, laughed like an old rich man who had discovered a gold mine.

Liu Hanqing leaned against the edge of the table, his glasses fogged up, and he was smiling.

Further to the side, next to the parents, were the guard battalion commander Shi Qian and several battalion commanders from the assault detachment...

They were brothers who had survived by eating American canned food, sleeping on the frozen surface of the Han River, and carrying the same name of "Steel Seventh Brigade" on their shoulders.

Comrades!

"For Pyeongtaek, for us to come back safe and sound, let's do it!"

Wu Wanli said generously.

"Dry!"

The roars of the comrades from the Seventh Steel Brigade were thunderous, and rough porcelain mugs and military water bottles clattered together.

Wu Wanli tilted his head back, the fiery liquor rolling down his throat, burning his chest, and igniting the fatigue and passion that had been building up for months.

This first sip of wine is a toast to those who will never return, and to this miraculous reunion after four crossings of the Han River and bloody battles at sea and in the air.

Before he could wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, several figures in crisp military uniforms strode over from the direction of the main table.

"You bastard, Wu Wanli!"
Hiding here like a cat, having a few drinks?

Does he even respect us old folks anymore?

Kong Erlengzi! Ding Kongfuzi! Lao Zhao! And Political Commissar An!

Look at their victory celebration banquet at the Seventh Steel Brigade! They're having a blast!

Li Yunlong said in a hearty manner.

Behind him were Kong Jie, Ding Wei, Zhao Gang, and An Changsen.

Li Yunlong took long strides and reached Wu Wanli in a few steps. He reached out and grabbed Wu Wanli's wrist, while with his other hand he poured the large wine jug into Wu Wanli's jar.

The liquid quickly filled the container, almost overflowing.

"No doubt about it!"

Young man, this pot of wine, on behalf of the entire 27th Army, is a toast to you! A toast to your Steel Seventh Brigade!

I originally thought that the blocking action would involve holding off more than 100,000 UN troops in a positional battle, and the casualties would definitely be significant!

But you, kid, played a top-notch mobile warfare game, crossing the Han River four times, capturing several cities before retreating. Brilliant!

"Let's use Ridgway's face as a rag to wipe our feet!"

Li Yunlong spoke loudly, as if he would personally force Wu Wanli to drink if he dared not.

"That's right!
Wanli, you have decisively defeated Hengcheng, Suwon, Sunam, and Pyeongtaek, annihilating countless enemies.

Later, they even joined the navy in defeating the US vanguard fleet in Pyeongtaek, and then wiped out the American destroyer group at sea, bringing honor to the Chinese military!

He's a tiger general!

We also feel radiant!

I, Kong Jie, respect you!

Kong Jie, holding his own jar, slammed it heavily against the edge of Wu Wanli's jar.

"Comrade Wanli, who crossed the Han River four times, mastered the art of strategic deception to perfection."

Especially in the end, they slipped away like cicadas escaping their shells, shaking off the US Third Division and heading straight for Pyeongtaek.

The timing, the speed, the risky moves—yet all were incredibly precise!

I admire you! I deeply respect Ding Wei!
This glass of wine will help you strategize and win battles from afar!

Ding Wei's gaze was intense, as if he were analyzing a classic battle.

His gesture of raising the glass was clean and decisive, revealing his true military character.

"Comrade Wu Wanli, the leaders of the Volunteer Army Headquarters have all highly praised your Seventh Steel Brigade for its outstanding contributions throughout the Fourth Campaign."

You are not only the tactical spearhead, but also the strategic fulcrum that influences the overall situation!
They demonstrated the might of our nation and our military!
He is a role model for all the Chinese People's Volunteers!
"Come, let me, Zhao Gang, toast you. Please also convey the greetings and congratulations from the leaders of the Volunteer Army Command to all officers and soldiers of the Seventh Steel Corps!"

Political Commissar Zhao Gang's voice was warm and powerful, clearly conveying the organization's high regard for him.

"Wu Wanli!"

You're a good kid!

From the Battle of Chosin Reservoir to Pyeongtaek, the Seventh Steel Brigade was a tough nut to crack and impossible to break!
It is the glory of our Volunteer Army!
He is a role model for our entire Volunteer Army!

My brothers and I from the 12th Army are so happy for you!

"This glass of wine, on behalf of the 12th Army, is a toast to our great hero!"

Political Commissar An Changsen followed up with a sincere tone.

"Respectfully, Captain!"

Yu Congrong roared and took the lead in raising his glass.

The officers of the Seventh Steel Brigade all stood up at once, and dozens of burning gazes focused on Wu Wanli.

Those eyes held pride, reverence, and undisguised faith in their leader.

Wu Wanli felt a surge of heat rush from his chest to the top of his head, and his nose felt a little sore.

He crossed the Han River four times and fought a bloody battle in Pyeongtaek. Facing the artillery fire and giant ships of the US Third Division and the US fleet, he was never afraid.

He stormed the British Governor's residence alone, his body strapped with grenades, but he was not afraid.

But the torrent of admiration from these renowned generals, the sincere and enthusiastic praise from their superiors, and the trusting gazes of those around them who were like brothers were all present.

All of this stirred his emotions to a point that were difficult to express.

"Thank you, leaders! Thank you, comrades!"

The achievements of the Seventh Steel Brigade are not mine, Wu Wanli's, but the result of every brother's blood, lives, and the fierce determination in their bones!
This glass is a toast to our fallen comrades! To our brothers who stood shoulder to shoulder with us! To our country! To our home!

Wu Wanli raised the wine jar that Li Yunlong had filled high in his hand and shouted in a suddenly louder voice.

"Salute to our fallen comrades! Salute to our brothers who stood shoulder to shoulder with us! Salute to our country! Salute to our home!"

The voices of everyone converged into a powerful torrent, resounding throughout the entire banquet and even drowning out the noise from other areas.

The jar, wine glass, and kettle collided violently, the crisp sound mingling with the gulping of drinks as people tilted their heads back.

The rich aroma of the wine exploded out, a testament to the camaraderie and passion forged in the crucible of war.

After the first round of "bombing" ended, Li Yunlong licked the wine droplets off his lips, his face flushed with satisfaction.

He put down his wine jug and slapped Wu Wanli hard on the shoulder, so hard that Wu Wanli staggered.

"Kid, all you can do is talk! If you play well, you deserve the rewards!"
The boss's table just said that!

First of all, your Seventh Steel Brigade and the main force of the 27th Army should be given priority for reinforcement!

Newly arrived veterans, you get to choose first, we'll fill your ranks to the brim! Need more men? We'll give you men!

Li Yunlong leaned closer, his voice, thick with the smell of alcohol, lowered but still loud.

These words were like pouring cold water on boiling oil. Prioritize replenishing veterans to full strength!
This was a godsend for the Seventh Steel Brigade, which had suffered heavy casualties from continuous fierce battles!

"Great! Now we can go all out and fuck them again!"

Yu Congrong's eyes lit up, and he quickly said excitedly.

"Alright, let our artillery detachment pick a few bright prospects first!"

Lei Gong rubbed his chin and laughed.

Gao Daxing nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

A full complement of troops means greater combat power!
"The second one is even more bizarre!"

Soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade, as long as they are willing to go out, will be automatically promoted half a rank and appointed, no matter which unit they are transferred to!
Those who perform exceptionally well and are particularly strong will definitely be promoted!

Li Yunlong then extended his index finger, his voice even louder, carrying a startling quality.

Automatically upgrade by half a level or one level!
what does this mean?
This special treatment for talent transfer is an unprecedented honor!
This is equivalent to paving an extra, glittering road to promotion for the officers and soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade!
Excited buzzes spread among the officers of the Seventh Steel Brigade.

This means that in the Seventh Steel Corps, it's not just about honor, but also about having a much better path for future development compared to other units!
This is a powerful form of recognition and motivation.

Hahahahahahahaha...

Did you hear that?
The Seventh Steel Brigade's prestigious reputation!
Once you leave, you'll become an official!
Chief Li's words make sense!
Our soldiers from the Seventh Steel Brigade are renowned wherever they go!
Lao Ping, did you hear that?

"From now on, if one of our battalion commanders wants to go out into the world, he can at least get a position as a deputy regimental commander!"

Yu Congrong laughed heartily and put his arm around Pinghe as he spoke.

Pinghe was pulled to the side by his embrace, and the corners of his mouth twitched for the first time. He didn't say anything, but simply raised his glass and clinked it with Yu Congrong's.

The meaning is clear: Go out? Where isn't it a war? It's fine at the Seventh Steel Brigade.

"Old Yu, if you want to go, go by yourself!"

Our Steel Seventh Brigade is home, the most special elite force!
The brigade commander taught us that never abandoning or giving up is the most important virtue of the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade.

Which coward would want to go out stepping on the coattails of the Seventh Steel Brigade?

Gao Daxing also chimed in gruffly.

"Yu Congrong, Gao Daxing, are you two looking down on the commander-in-chief's ability to lead us to victory?"
Or do you still think the rank given by the chief commander is too low?

Liu Hanqing, who was standing next to him, smiled and joked.

Laughter erupted again, leaving Gao Daxing speechless and wide-eyed.

"go out?
Even if you offered me a division commander position, I, Lao Lei, wouldn't go!

"This Seventh Steel Brigade has battles to fight, so many comrades to fight, drinks to drink, and its brigade commander to keep it company!"

Lei Gong said with emotion.

Amidst a cacophony of agreement, everyone felt that this was an undeniable consensus.

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade had no choice but to desperately try to squeeze in.

How could anyone be willing to leave this heroic army and abandon Wu Wanli, the invincible banner?

However, amidst this seemingly unwavering unity and joyful atmosphere, a slightly different thought quietly sprouted in a corner.

Successfully and quietly sat in a seat on the outer side, feeling somewhat hesitant and conflicted.

His troops were capable of fighting tough battles. During the assault on the warehouse area in Pyeongtaek, it was his assault team that tore apart the last line of defense for the US forces.

He himself even stormed the command post of the US 1st Brigade, and when he ran out of ammunition, he charged forward with a bayonet and personally captured the chief of staff of the US 1st Brigade.

As a result, he went from being a soldier when he first joined the company to becoming a captain in charge of thousands of soldiers.

At this moment, his face was beaming with the same smile as everyone else's as he raised his glass to drink, but in his shrewd eyes, he was quickly calculating amidst his excitement.

The two major announcements made by Li Yunlong struck his nerves like two electric currents.

"Prioritize replenishment and restore full strength"—excellent, now we can command more troops and become stronger.

The phrase "automatically promoted by half a rank or appointed by a higher rank upon leaving" stirred up even greater waves in his heart.

He successfully picked up the enamel mug and took a sip. The pungent liquor made him squint, but his mind remained unusually clear.

His current position is battalion commander, in charge of more than a thousand of the most elite soldiers, and he has a proven track record of combat achievements.

In the Seventh Steel Corps, the highest-ranking officer was Yu Congrong, the detachment commander, and above him was Wu Wanli, the corps commander, whom he could only look up to.

The captain's position and prestige were earned through countless hard-fought battles, and his position was as firm as a mountain.

Although I am deeply trusted by Yu Congrong, it is too difficult to advance further in the short term.

Above him are renowned detachment commanders like Gao Daxing, Pinghe, and Lei Gong, whose seniority and combat achievements are no less than his!

The Seventh Steel Brigade is full of hidden talents; everyone deserves credit, but there are only so many promotion opportunities.

But what if it were in other units?
A full-fledged regimental commander is in charge of at least two to three thousand men and several thousand guns!

That's a local official, someone who truly has the final say!

Given the current reputation and strength of the Seventh Steel Brigade, if he were to be successfully transferred out, he would definitely be the commander of a main infantry regiment!

This is almost twice as much as being a battalion commander in the Seventh Steel Brigade, where you manage twice as many people. Is the status and power the same?
The opportunity is right in front of you!
Just leave...

The moment that thought crossed his mind, he heard Yu Congrong, Gao Daxing, and Pinghe's resolute voices: "How could anyone from the Seventh Steel Brigade be willing to volunteer?"

The hand that had successfully gripped the jar tightened imperceptibly, and the fingertips turned slightly white.

The little plan in my mind was forced into a corner by the unanimous "impossible".

He quickly lowered his eyelids and took another big gulp of wine. The burning sensation temporarily suppressed the nascent thought and the slight guilt that followed.

"Yeah, how could anyone want to go out?"

He seemed to be echoing, but his voice was drowned out by the clamor of the crowd, and even the people next to him couldn't hear him.

Just as he was wavering and undecided, opportunity struck him in a dramatic way.

There seemed to be someone calling out from the main table; someone was probably going to toast the boss and Chief Chen.

Li Yunlong, his face flushed from drinking and his steps unsteady, was helped to his feet by Kong Jie and Ding Wei.

"Let's go... let's go! Let's go... let's go toast the boss!"

Wanli… Wanli kid… uh… together?

Li Yunlong's tongue was a little tied, but his momentum remained undiminished.

"Old Li, you look like this... I think you should rest for a while, so you don't make a fool of yourself in front of the boss."

Ding Wei frowned and advised.

"Bullshit!"
I'm... pretty calm!
In front of the boss... all the proper etiquette... not a single detail was omitted!

Li Yunlong shook his head and tried to stand up straight.

He broke free from Kong Jie's support and started to walk, but his body swayed noticeably, like a fully inflated but unsteady husk.

This scene was witnessed by Chenggong, who always kept a close eye on everything and had a quick mind.

The thought of leaving that had been lurking in my mind was instantly ignited!
This is a godsend!

He approached Li Yunlong, a renowned commander who held considerable military power, while Li was drunk!
If we don't bring it up now, when will we?
In the blink of an eye, just as Li Yunlong stumbled and Kong Jie and Ding Wei reached out to help him, Chenggong leaped up from his seat like a cheetah poised to pounce!
With swift movements and a deliberate air of "concern," he squeezed to Li Yunlong's side in two steps, and with remarkable naturalness and speed, stretched out his hands to firmly support one of Li Yunlong's elbows.

"Commander Li! Slow down! Watch your step! Let me help you!"

The tone of voice when speaking is enthusiastic and full of just the right amount of respect and concern from a subordinate to a superior.

His agility and concerned gaze made it seem as if he were Li Yunlong's personal bodyguard.

Kong Jie and Ding Wei were taken aback by Cheng Gong's sudden intervention; Ding Wei even frowned slightly.

Seeing that Cheng Gong was indeed being supported steadily, and that Li Yunlong didn't seem to refuse, and that he did need help, the two of them stepped aside slightly and followed behind, one on the left and one on the right, just in case.

Success made his heart pound, and his blood rushed to his head.

He felt the scorching smell of alcohol and heavy breathing emanating from this renowned general, and whispered as close to Li Yunlong's ear as possible:
"Commander Li! The two points you just announced were excellent! They were so inspiring!"
Especially that one, officers from the Seventh Steel Brigade get priority for promotion...

Commander! I am Chenggong, the battalion commander of the Seventh Steel Corps!

I'm thinking... could I apply to leave the Seventh Steel Brigade and take up a position elsewhere?

He finished speaking quickly, his palms instantly soaked with sweat, nervously observing Li Yunlong's reaction.

Li Yunlong was seen squinting, trying to walk in a straight line with both feet on one side, his mind clearly clouded by alcohol.

The whisper of success was like a mosquito buzzing past his ear, indistinctly mixed with the loud noise of the banquet hall and the boiling alcohol in his body.

"Hmm? Oh... ah..."

Li Yunlong gave a mumbled reply and nodded subconsciously.

His vague responses of "um," "oh," and "ah" were less a sign that he had clearly heard the request and more an instinctive reaction to someone speaking in his ear while he was drunk.

However, to Chenggong's ears, especially that slight nod, it was nothing short of heavenly music!

This was practically a direct "agreement" to his audacious request!
Become!

There really are connections!
Commander Li Yunlong nodded!

Overwhelming joy, like a floodgate bursting, instantly overwhelmed all the tension and worries of success!
For a moment, he even felt a little dizzy.

Commander! Several thousand men! A regional commander! A promising future!
Leaving the Seventh Steel Brigade... I'm reluctant, but the future is worth it!

He felt his breathing become easier, and unconsciously tightened his grip on Li Yunlong's arm, making his steps lighter, as if he could already see himself as the majestic commander.

Chenggong was so excited that he was about to lean close to Li Yunlong's ear to say some more words of gratitude, or repeat his name again, "Commander! Thank you! I am Chenggong! I will definitely..."

Before the second half of the sentence, "work hard," could even take shape, Duan Peng's capable figure was already approaching.

"Comrade, you're from the Seventh Steel Brigade, right?"
"Commander Li, you can help me up. Your Seventh Steel Brigade fought for so long and it wasn't easy for you to come back. Don't waste time celebrating with drinks."

Duan Peng walked over and looked at Chenggong, saying...

He meant well, after all, the Seventh Steel Brigade fought the fiercest battle in the Fourth Campaign.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, comrade."

Upon hearing this, Chenggong thought for a moment, handed Li Yunlong over to Duan Peng, saluted, and walked back.

He knew that bringing up the transfer later might be hurtful, so he figured he might as well take advantage of the drinking session to offer a few more drinks and bring it up, making it easier to gloss over the situation.

....................................

The celebration area reserved for the Seventh Steel Brigade was still bustling with noise. The aroma of barbecue and the spiciness of liquor mingled in the warm air, while the sounds of drinking games, laughter, and clinking glasses created a lively atmosphere.

When he successfully squeezed back into the crowd, his face had completely lost its previous disappointment and anxiety, replaced by a warm and affable smile.

"Captain Yu, our firepower detachment really had a great time this time!"
Did you guys embarrass yourself?
"That tactic of using rocket launchers to clear the way and flamethrowers for suppression—you're the one who's best at it when leading the team!"

Cheng Gong spoke in a loud voice, his thumb almost poking Yu Congrong's face.

"Of course! The soldiers I lead have to be powerful enough!"

Yu Congrong was taken aback by the sudden praise, and grinned smugly.

"Captain Gao! Your previous breakthrough on the west flank was truly textbook-perfect!"

When I led the large team to clean up the battlefield, we were dumbfounded. The armored vehicles charged so fast and fiercely, tearing open holes like a knife cutting through butter!
The brothers all agree!

Successfully turning to Gao Daxing, he said with a sincere expression.

Gao Daxing has always been a pragmatist, and he appreciates this kind of direct acknowledgment of tactics the most. His tense eyebrows relaxed a bit, and he hummed in response.

"Commander Ping, your feint attack with the reconnaissance detachment was brilliant! You used a mix of real and feints to keep those Americans completely on their toes."

If you hadn't confused the enemy, the main attack wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
This glass of wine is for you!

Moving closer to Pinghe, Chenggong's tone became even more affectionate.

Pinghe was a man of few words, but he silently raised his glass to clink with his, his eyes conveying a silent "thank you for your hard work."

"Lei Gong! The cannon fire was divine! Without the navy's cooperation, how could it have been so accurate!"

Especially those shots fired later at the core fortress of Zone 3, the timing was really brilliant!
If you hadn't blown those bastards into a daze beforehand, would we have been able to break in so easily?
Your cannon, sir, is the lifeline of our Seventh Brigade!

Finally, Chenggong, holding his wine glass, walked around to Leigong's side, his expression showing obvious reverence.

Lei Gong, being the oldest, listened calmly to the compliments. Although he felt the young man had gone a bit too far today, the words were indeed pleasing to the ear, so he simply nodded slightly.

"Political Commissar Liu, the logistics and supplies were handled perfectly before the final assault, and the brothers all remember that!"

And you've always been at the helm, letting those of us with guns know where to charge and why—that's the true anchor of morale!

Cheng Gong poured himself another glass of wine, walked over to Liu Hanqing, and spoke in a low but clear voice that everyone around could hear.

He was eloquent, and every word he uttered hit the nail on the head regarding the pride and concerns of the several branch captains, making the atmosphere even more lively.

Yu Congrong was flattered and felt good. He laughed and drank with Cheng Gong again. Gao Daxing's cold expression softened a lot, and Pinghe and Lei Gong also raised their glasses in response.

Only Wu Wanli, holding a wine glass, leaned against a pillar, his gaze passing over the noise and landing on success.

Cheng Gong's smile was perfect, his words were spot-on, and even his deliberately flamboyant and arrogant demeanor remained as usual.

But Wu Wanli always felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be other emotions hidden beneath that smile, like a layer of oil floating on top of the real emotions.

His occasional glances seemed to be a quick test of everyone's reactions, rather than an open and honest eye contact between brothers.

To Wu Wanli, Cheng Gong's confident and cheerful demeanor as he moved through the crowd seemed like he was performing a play.

Amidst the noise, Chenggong, carrying a refilled wine glass, staggered through the crowd and stood before Wu Wanli.

"Captain, let me have a drink with you too!"

The voice of success was deliberately raised, filled with utmost respect, and even accompanied by a slight bow.

"Success, you've come at the perfect time. We should definitely have a couple of drinks together."

Wu Wanli put down his wine glass, straightened up, and looked calmly at Chenggong with his deep gaze.

He took the initiative to pick up the wine jug and filled both his empty glass and the glass of success.

The sorghum liquor collided with the rough inner wall of the ceramic cup, producing a dull sound.

"Since you joined our unit, how many times have you led the charge into battle?"

Especially that time when you led your team and stabbed the headquarters of the U.S. 1st Brigade like an awl.

When they ran out of bullets, they grabbed bayonets and fought desperately, managing to break through the guards and capture the blond, blue-eyed brigade chief of staff.

That fighting spirit, it's just like our Seventh Steel Brigade!

Wu Wanli put down his wine glass, stood up straight, and looked at him calmly with his deep gaze.

"That's right! The Captain has a good memory!"

Chenggong, that kid, has never wet his pants in battle!
"They are the sharpest blade in our firepower brigade!!"

Yu Congrong, standing next to him, wiped his mouth hard and echoed.

Yu Congrong's words struck Cheng Gong like a heavy hammer.

A surge of hot emotion, mixed with shame and pain, rushed to his heart, instantly making his throat tight and his cheeks burning, almost breaking through the dam of reason.

His hand gripping the wine glass tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty. He wanted to say something to defend himself or repent, but every word felt like a red-hot iron stuck there, impossible to spit out or swallow.

He hurriedly lowered his head, staring intently at the murky, swaying liquid, where his panicked and distorted reflection was mirrored, and dared not look up again.

On one hand, there is the unconditional trust and undisguised praise of comrades who have fought side by side for many years; on the other hand, there is the bright temptation of easily attainable access to a higher level of power.

The immense tearing pained him, and the overwhelming guilt nearly overwhelmed him.

That brief struggle gnawed at his heart.

He suddenly picked up the glass of murky sorghum liquor, as if trying to burn away his untimely weakness with the fiery liquid.

He held the wine glass very high, almost above his head, and then, his voice, filled with an almost tearing excitement, forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart as he said:

"Captain! The first drink!"

I salute the Seventh Steel Brigade! What a heroic team!

It has a long history and countless glorious achievements!

Bones crawling out of the snow! Long live the Seventh Steel Brigade!

He shouted "Long live!" at the top of his lungs, as if using this slogan to cover up all his turbulent emotions.

"it is good!!!"

Wu Wanli looked at Cheng Gong's flushed face and trembling hands, silently picked up his own wine glass, and slammed the rim of his glass against Cheng Gong's glass.

"when!"

A crisp collision sounded.

Both men tilted their heads back simultaneously, their Adam's apples bobbing, and the strong liquor in their glasses poured down their throats like molten iron, the spiciness shooting straight to the top of their heads.

Success almost immediately grabbed the wine jug again, his hand trembling so much he nearly spilled the wine, and quickly filled the two empty glasses once more.

This time, his hands trembled even more noticeably, and the way he poured the wine was almost a rude outburst.

"The second cup!"

This glass of wine is to you, Commander-in-Chief!

Without you... without you leading us, the Seventh Steel Brigade wouldn't be where we are today!
Your command is divine! Your military strategy is divine! You have mentored and helped me!

I will never forget your kindness! Thank you, Captain!

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm successful."

This time, the toast was noticeably rushed and stumbled over.

The surrounding noise seemed to subside at that moment.

Gao Daxing had already put down the lamb leg in his hand, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Chenggong.

Pinghe's fingers, holding the wine glass, tightened silently.

Lei Gong lowered his eyelids, as if examining the patterns on the rough pottery cup.

Yu Congrong's smile froze, his rough brows furrowed, and he looked at Cheng Gong's face, which was flushed red from alcohol and intense emotions, with some suspicion.

An unusually heavy atmosphere filled the air.

"it is good!!!"

Wu Wanli picked up his wine glass again and drank it all in one gulp, shouting heartily.

But as he looked at Cheng Gong's seemingly composed face, which betrayed an almost undisguised panic in his eyes, a strange feeling quietly gathered in his heart.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

Those two cups of fiery, scalding liquor were forcefully poured down my throat, burning and churning in my stomach like lava.

Instead of inspiring courage, it intensified the torment of the shame that had been forcibly suppressed.

He grabbed the cold, heavy tin flask, as if it were some kind of anchor point to stabilize himself, and filled the two large, rough earthenware cups again.

The amber liquid was poured roughly, even spilling out and dripping onto the back of his hand, which trembled slightly with excitement.

This time, as the glass was raised, the last glimmer of light in Chenggong's bloodshot eyes, fueled by alcohol or passion, was completely extinguished, leaving only a resolute, all-or-nothing expression:
"Captain...this third cup..."

Consider this... a farewell drink.

These words, spoken lightly, carried a weight as heavy as a thousand pounds, instantly silencing the surroundings to the point where you could hear a pin drop.

Wu Wanli, holding the wine glass, was about to raise his right hand as he had done the previous two times when he suddenly froze in mid-air.

The remaining liquid in the glass sloshed violently due to the sudden stillness.

His pupils contracted sharply, his gaze fixed firmly on Chenggong's face.

All the surrounding sounds—the laughter and chatter of comrades, the clinking of glasses—seemed to be instantly removed.

"Um?

Say it again. I didn't hear you.

Wu Wanli stared into Chenggong's eyes and asked.

This isn't asking a question; it's giving success one last chance.

Under Wu Wanli's frozen gaze, Cheng Gong felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the freezing snow, and his last bit of hope was completely shattered.

Chenggong took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and roared with almost all his remaining strength, "Captain! I'm sorry! I'm sorry everyone! But my mind is made up!"

I've already asked Commander Li Yunlong! Just now! He nodded!
He promised to let me leave the Seventh Steel Brigade! I'll go to a new unit and get promoted immediately!

Captain! I truly did not betray our Steel Seventh Squadron!

Commander Li Yunlong is not an outsider; he is from the 27th Army!
I didn't intend to run far!
I just... I just want to get promoted faster!

You once said that good soldiers all want to become generals!

It was dishonest of me to operate behind your back!
It was I who was ungrateful! But I'm not reconciled, Captain! I'm not reconciled!

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, as if filled with lead. Everyone was stunned.

Wu Wanli steadily picked up the wine glass, raised his hand, and tilted his head back.

"Gulp... gulp..."

The clear, hot liquid slid down Wu Wanli's throat, and a few drops slid down his sharply defined jawline, leaving damp marks on his military uniform.

"it is good.

The Seventh Steel Brigade doesn't keep anyone who's determined to leave.

Wu Wanli took a deep breath and said.

His cold words were like an ice cube thrown into a pot of boiling oil, instantly shattering the deathly silence.

"Bastard—!"

A roar exploded like thunder.

Yu Congrong, who was closest to success, suddenly turned bloodshot and charged forward with a suffocating gust of wind!
His large, fan-like hand, with immense force, spread its five fingers wide and fiercely grabbed at Chenggong's collar!
"Say that again, you son of a bitch?! You're leaving?! Going to the 27th Army for a promotion?!"

I've served in the military for so many years, and I've led countless fearless soldiers!
They wouldn't even blink an eye if they were fighting to the death! What are they after?!

Are you after your mother's promotion and wealth?!

They did it for the brothers who fell before them!
It's all for the sake of our Seventh Brigade's invincible banner on our shoulders!
It's all for the sake of the path we crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Now the Seventh Steel Brigade has made a name for itself and is famous throughout the world!
You son of a bitch, you think you're all grown up now?!
Do you think it's beneath you to carry guns and block bullets with us?!

Are they going to fly off to climb higher branches?!

Who gave you the audacity?!
Who the hell gave you the audacity to go behind the captain's back?!

"Dare to be the first...the first deserter in the history of the Seventh Steel Brigade?!"

Yu Congrong roared angrily.

"deserter!"

These words, stained with blood and humiliation, are like a poisoned dagger, piercing through the last vestige of self-deception that success had left behind.

His face instantly turned from red to white, then from white to a deep liver color. Humiliation and resentment burned within him, making him tremble all over, yet he was held captive by Yu Congrong's hand and unable to move.

"Old Yu! Stop! Let go!"

A short, sharp shout pierced through the roar.

Political Commissar Liu Hanqing, like a blue shadow, rushed forward in a few quick steps and suddenly inserted himself between the two.

He was not as tall as Yu Congrong, but at this moment, with his arms outstretched, he used his body to block the furious Yu Congrong's hand that was reaching for Chenggong's throat, and blocked most of the impact with his own body.

He gripped Yu Congrong's thick arm tightly, pressing down with all his might, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Follow the commander's orders! Those who leave, don't stay! There's no point in forcing them to stay! Let them go!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong's iron-like fingers, which had been gripping Cheng Gong's collar, finally loosened little by little.

Before he could fully recover from the suffocating grip, a chilling coldness suddenly enveloped his spine!

Gao Daxing's hand precisely grabbed a heavy, flat, round iron military flask that was mostly filled with wine from the low table next to him, and his arm suddenly swung up!
A waterfall of liquor, carrying a strong, pungent odor, gushed from the spout and splashed hard onto Chenggong's face.

Clang—

After splashing the wine, Gao Daxing smashed the glass and walked away without looking back.

At this moment, the entire Steel Seventh Brigade area fell into a deathly silence, with only heavy breathing and faint noises coming from other areas in the distance.

All eyes were now focused on his success. Those gazes were no longer those of pride and reverence, nor those of playful camaraderie between brothers.

They were cold, disappointed, and contemptuous, like poisoned needles, densely piercing the distraught figure in the center.

It was a collective, silent trial—he was no longer the “captain Chenggong” who had been entrusted with his life, but a “traitor.”

A shameful person who betrayed his principles and harmed his entire "family" for the sake of his future.

Pinghe pursed his lips tightly, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible killing intent.

Lei Gong sat there holding the wine bottle, his smile long gone, replaced by a cold indifference. He spat under his breath, "Hmph, dog meat is never fit for a banquet. You've finally made something of yourself, wanting to sit at the 'kids' table' now."

Chenggong felt like a caged beast that had been stripped naked and thrown into a frozen wasteland, the chill from all directions piercing his bones and suffocating him.

He was gripped by intense shame and the fear of being utterly isolated.

He needs a straw, even the faintest hope.

He frantically turned his gaze, which landed on Xu Mumu, his fellow villager who had come from the same hometown to join the army and lived and ate with him in the recruit training camp.

As if grasping the last lifeline, he staggered past several figures blocking his way and almost pounced on Xu Mumu.

He grabbed Xu Mumu's arm, his knuckles turning white from the force, and said in a very low voice:
"Fool, it's me! Success! Come with me!"

Let's go together! To the 27th Army!
Commander Li Yunlong agreed; he'd be transferred out and immediately promoted!

It's true! We're from the same hometown and old comrades-in-arms; our friendship was forged in battle together!
Let's keep each other company over there and look after each other. We're sure we can achieve new successes!

I can't stay here any longer...

Let's go! Let's go together! May our future be bright!

Xu Mumu was taken aback by his sudden action and words.

His face, slightly chubby and flushed from alcohol, showed confusion in his eyes at first, then gradually became clear.

He didn't immediately pull his arm away, but quietly looked into Chenggong's bloodshot eyes, filled with longing and fear.

"Brother Chenggong, the captain taught me, 'Never abandon, never give up.'"

We are soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade. When you said those words just now, you had already 'abandoned' us.

I... I don't understand any grand principles, I just know that being a soldier means fighting and winning battles.

The commander-in-chief led us to victory in battles, from Chosin Reservoir to Pyeongtaek, all fought against the odds.

All the brothers are here; this is our 'home'.

So, Brother Chenggong, you'll have to walk this path yourself.

After speaking, Xu Mumu took a step back and stood still.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the successful soldier, who was always considered somewhat "rigid," stood with his legs together, his body ramrod straight, and snapped to attention and gave a military salute.

This military salute seemed to be a farewell to his identity as a member of the "Steel Seventh Brigade," which he was about to be completely stripped of.

After saluting, Xu Mumu didn't linger at all. He suddenly made a perfect right turn, straightened his back, and ran away from Chenggong with steady and powerful steps, displaying the standard running posture of a soldier.

The sound of Xu Mumu's departing footsteps was like the last heavy block of ice, crashing down on Cheng Gong's already crumbling defenses and shattering them completely.

He understood, he understood completely.

No one in the entire Seventh Steel Brigade would be willing to "go" with him.

The "smooth road" he painstakingly sought seemed so insignificant in the face of the steel reputation of the Seventh Steel Brigade, forged with countless blood and lives.

He looked around, and every familiar face now seemed distant, their eyes cold as ice. No one wanted to give him another glance.

Success stood frozen in place for a moment, like a stone statue that was rapidly weathering away.

Finally, an extremely complex emotion welled up inside me—a mixture of resentment, indignation, grievance, and intense shame.

All the shame and wavering were forcibly transformed by this burning emotion into even more obsessive self-justification.

"Thirty years east of the river! Thirty years west of the river! You just wait and see!"

I've successfully made it out today, and I'm sure I'll climb even higher in the future!

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier! I did nothing wrong!

With that thought in mind, Chenggong suddenly turned around, straightened his chest, gritted his teeth, pushed aside the crowd blocking his way, and strode away into the distance.

"Well... in later generations, the entire company knew that the company commander's father was a high-ranking officer, but Cheng Cai didn't know that."

This time, only I know who in our unit is involved, but regardless, this action has narrowed my options.

As Wu Wanli watched Chenggong's departing figure, he sighed inwardly.

"Wanli, are you alright?"

Liu Hanqing walked to Wu Wanli's side and asked in a low voice.

"It's alright, people always come and go in this military, it's just a matter of different methods."

There's not much left to drink now, let's go back and get some rest.

The boss wants you and me to attend the operational meeting for the next battle tomorrow. Let's not be late.

Wu Wanli patted Liu Hanqing on the shoulder and said.

"The next operational meeting... well, the UN forces won't be quiet."

They're probably mobilizing their troops, preparing for a major battle to wash away the shame of their previous defeat.

I just don't know how big the next battle will be.

Liu Hanqing nodded and said.

"It must have involved a battle of over a million soldiers..."

Wu Wanli thought about the fifth battle in history and said with a smile.

The total number of troops mobilized by both the US and China in the Fifth Phase Offensive, including auxiliary personnel, did indeed reach the scale of a million-strong army, making it the largest hot war since World War II.

The famous Battle of Tieyuan and the Battle of Huachuan took place during this battle.

"A bloody battle involving a million-strong army, facing the newly assembled elite forces of a seventeen-nation coalition... can we win?"

Liu Hanqing looked at Wu Wanli and asked with a worried expression.

"It's definitely possible, but hopefully we won't lose too many comrades in this battle..."

Wu Wanli took a deep breath and looked at Liu Hanqing confidently.

(End of this chapter)