Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 326: Japan's Garrison, Chiang Kai-shek's Betrayal, Ryukyu's Return to China, and America's Sincerity in Negotiations! All Sides Are Shocked!

Inside the White House, United States
"Mr. President, I know we are under a lot of pressure in the next battle."

After all, both sides had deployed over a million troops in Korea.

I agree that we can talk beforehand, but handing over Taiwan, giving Ryukyu to China, and even allowing Chinese troops to be stationed in Japan—wouldn't that be too much?

Acheson sighed and asked.

"After the previous battles, we should have realized that China is not the same China it was back then."

Take Wu Wanli for example. He destroyed the 1st Marine Division, captured Seoul, the capital of South Korea, annihilated the 5th Army Division, and annihilated the 1st Army Division...

Moreover, they crossed the Han River four times, seized aircraft carriers and battleships, drove out the Soviet-supplied naval forces, and defeated our Pacific Fleet...

Can you imagine a 19-year-old Chinese recruit beating the Americans like this?

Truman took a deep breath and asked.

"Mr. President, there is only one Chinese tactical genius in the whole of China. We cannot take an isolated case as the whole."

As long as we wipe him out and his Seventh Steel Brigade, we'll eventually be able to…

Upon hearing this, Acheson offered a soft word of advice.

"Didn't we just try it?"
Over 100,000 UN troops, in coordination with the navy and air force, launched a full-scale encirclement and suppression operation. The result was that they crossed the Han River four times, captured several cities, and even nearly captured Ridgway and his men alive!

President Truman slammed his fist on the table, threw a battle report on the ground, and cursed.

"This... perhaps China only has this one elite force that can pose such a great threat to us..."

Acheson swallowed hard and said.

"Would the Chinese 38th Army, which had previously marched 100 li to Sansuoli and fought a major battle at Songgufeng to block the entire Eighth Army Group, be considered an elite unit?"

Could the Chinese 50th Army, which withstood the attack of 100,000 UN troops and held the south of the Han River until it was almost completely wiped out, be considered an elite force?

And what about the 27th Army, which Li Yunlong led the charge to defeat the 1st Cavalry Division and the Provisional 1st Brigade in their encirclement battle? Would you consider it an elite unit?

Wu Wanli and his Seventh Steel Brigade's success was never isolated; we must not forget the desperate cooperation of other Chinese troops in every glorious moment.

What would have been the outcome if such a military genius and elite troops had been placed in the Nationalist Army?

President Truman tapped the table and looked at Acheson, asking a question.

"This... I heard that they follow the principle of remaining unmoved when friendly forces are in trouble, and retreating as slowly as the wind."

If it had been the Nationalist army that provided support during the Four Crossings of the Han River instead of Li Yunlong's 27th Army, they probably would have disappeared long ago.

Without the support and harassment from allied forces north of the Han River, Wu Wanli's Seventh Steel Brigade would likely be completely annihilated.

Acheson mentally recounted the events and sighed.

"As long as you know.

China's strength, at least in terms of its army, is already considered to be among the world's top levels.

If North Korea were to engage in a massive war involving millions of soldiers in its next campaign, what if they won and lost?

How many of America's core forces did we recruit to rebuild units like the 1st Marine Division and to replenish existing forces?
If several more divisions are wiped out in Korea, that would mean the loss of 100,000 elite American troops.

Their relatives, friends, classmates, and teachers in China number in the millions.

Add to that the plight of other citizens who sympathize with their fear of being drafted, and it could very well lead to a massive upheaval involving tens of millions of people.

"The mighty United States might be able to recover slowly, but my term as president is not far from its downfall..."

President Truman thought for a moment and then said soberly.

"Well, it would certainly be good for us to avoid this war."

After all, our real adversary has always been the Soviet Union, not China.

If this war were fought against the Soviet Union, then there would be no problem.

However, fighting China, even if we win, would be a strategic mistake.

Continuing the war now would only make us more mired in a quagmire and unable to extricate ourselves.

However, there are some conditions we have that they may not accept.

For example, U.S. warships and merchant ships can freely navigate, dock, and resupply in any open or closed port or territorial waters in China.

Emergency Refuge: U.S. ships (including warships) may enter China’s closed waters in times of “crisis”.

The United States automatically enjoys any privileges that China subsequently grants to other countries, such as tariffs and trade preferences.

China's openness to the United States covers all areas, including cultural, educational, and religious activities.

This is tantamount to us demanding that China grant us the right to station troops and tariff privileges, and even taking away some of their sovereignty, which…

Acheson said with a troubled expression.

"Which do you think is more important to China: dignity or interests?"
What if we also give some orders and transfer some industries to China?
Are they willing to endure hunger and even die of starvation or war in order to achieve so-called independence and autonomy?

In my view, China's backbone and bones are merely tools for commanding high prices.

If China is willing to accept these conditions, our strategy of relying on Japan and South Korea as bridgeheads in the Asia-Pacific region can be transformed.

Let's arrange for representatives to meet with the Chinese side in North Korea. They probably won't leak it, given the incredibly favorable terms; they might even agree immediately.

Truman smiled confidently and said.

"But what if...they refuse?"

Acheson paused for a few seconds, then asked.

"Then let's fight!"

Tell Ridgway to prepare to attack immediately if negotiations break down!
If China still doesn't accept these conditions, then the United States will have nowhere to retreat but war!
What we can't achieve at the negotiating table, we'll make China submit on the battlefield!

Truman slammed his fist on the table and angrily cursed.

Seeing this, Acheson was not infected by the impassioned atmosphere, but instead felt worried.

What do you mean by "America has nowhere to retreat"? It's clearly a case of going all the way to smash someone else's country's gates.

If these negotiations break down, a decisive, bloody battle will ignite.

"Acheson, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and make the arrangements!"

Truman frowned and said with dissatisfaction.

"I'm going right now!"

Acheson nodded emphatically and hurried outside.

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Inside the headquarters of the Korean War in Pyongyang, a huge battle map covered the walls, densely marked with the distribution of UN forces and the attack routes of the Fifth Phase Offensive.

Staff officers moved back and forth, their footsteps and the ticking of the telegraph machine creating a tense atmosphere.

The commander and Chief Chen stood side by side in front of the map, their brows furrowed, their sharp eyes scanning the latest reconnaissance report.

With only three days left until the big battle, everyone was racing against time to prepare, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Suddenly, the duty officer pushed open the door and rushed in, reporting in a hurried voice, "General, Chief Chen, we have just received an urgent telegram from the country, requesting your personal review."

Chief Chen took the telegram, quickly glanced at it, and his expression changed slightly.

He turned to the boss and lowered his voice, saying, "At this critical juncture in negotiations, we need to find a military representative who can maintain order without significantly impacting the overall war plan..."

I suggest we call Wu Wanli and Liu Hanqing over. This matter can't be delayed. I'll go arrange a jeep.

After reading it, the boss nodded, his face stern, and said:

"Go quickly, and remember, deliver it directly to the headquarters of the Seventh Steel Brigade, don't take any detours."

Outside the command post, Wu Wanli and Liu Hanqing had just returned from inspecting the newly built armored guard battalion's garrison.

The jeep bumped and jolted into the Shiji compound. The two jumped out of the car and dusted themselves off.

Wu Wanli was dressed in a dark green military uniform, and the combat medals on his chest gleamed under the lights.

Liu Hanqing was carrying a briefcase, his eyes showing signs of fatigue.

Guided by the guards, they strode into the command room.

Upon entering, Wu Wanli keenly sensed that something was amiss.

The boss and Chief Chen paced back and forth, their eyes filled with an unusual anxiety.

Wu Wanli straightened his back and saluted: "General, Chief Chen, isn't the war going to start in a few days?"
The Seventh Steel Brigade is training the tanks of the armored battalion. Comrade Hanqing and I have just finished checking the fuel supply.

"The frontline reconnaissance says the enemy's vanguard is assembling, and we need to deploy our main attack force immediately. Why are they calling us in at this time? What went wrong?"

Chief Chen turned around, handed over the telegram, and said in a serious tone, "Wanli, take a look at this first."

"This is an urgent dispatch from within the country; the matter is extremely pressing, even more difficult than reconnaissance on the front lines."

Wu Wanli took the telegram, and Liu Hanqing leaned closer to scan it together.

The document stated in black and white: "The US has secretly notified us through neutral channels that the Secretary of State's special envoy will arrive in Pyongyang within three hours to propose emergency ceasefire negotiations."

The terms include numerous "generous clauses".

The telegram concluded by noting that the U.S. side emphasized that this was a friendly gesture to avoid mass casualties.

Liu Hanqing adjusted his glasses, looking surprised and puzzled:

"Is the US here to negotiate now?"
"War is imminent, what's this?"

After reading the telegram, Wu Wanli frowned, his mind instantly flashing through the historical materials about the Korean War that he had read since joining the army.

Those documents record the pattern of repeated fighting and negotiation between the Chinese People's Volunteer Army and the US military during the war: the US military made demands on the surface, but in reality, it was to delay time and create breathing room for military deployment.

His voice deepened as he said, "Boss, Chief Chen, this matter is very strange."

The US military often uses negotiation smokescreens at crucial moments.

I'm afraid they'll pretend to negotiate while simultaneously mobilizing troops to strengthen their defenses.

These conditions from the US sound tempting, but look at the details—returning sovereignty over Taiwan and the Ryukyu Islands, and even allowing troops to be stationed in Japan.

On the surface, it seems like a major concession, but I suspect it's just a delaying tactic by the Americans.

It is no coincidence that the US chose to strike just before our fifth campaign's final offensive.

The UN forces had just been reinforced with 300,000 troops on the front lines, and the 1st Marine Division had been rebuilt. They were now eager to buy time to reinforce their fortifications.

Furthermore, the telegram didn't mention the core issue: the United States has ceded so many benefits to us, do they really only ask for a ceasefire? I feel it's definitely more than that!

Therefore, negotiations are possible, but preparations for battle must not be slowed down.

Commander Chen, I suggest that the headquarters immediately issue an order: the troops on the eastern front should proceed as planned to enter a state of first alert, and all tanks and vehicles should be fully fueled and ready for deployment.

We must prepare for both possibilities: on the one hand, send people to negotiate with the Americans; on the other hand, prepare for war to the bitter end, otherwise we will suffer losses on the battlefield.

Liu Hanqing nodded vigorously and said urgently, "Comrade Wanli's analysis is correct, Boss, Chief Chen, I understand the data details."

The US is currently mobilizing troops at a speed far exceeding expectations.

If negotiations delay our military operations, they will have the opportunity to dig trenches and set up defenses.

Pre-war preparations cannot be neglected—fuel reserves, ammunition resupply, and reconnaissance deployments all require utmost urgency.

I suggest that we immediately mobilize troops to practice breakthrough tactics to ensure everything is safe.

Upon hearing this, Chief Chen smiled approvingly. He patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder and said, "Wu Wanli, good lad!"

His ability to recognize opportunities in times of crisis has indeed lived up to expectations.

Being mindful of potential dangers even in times of peace and having foresight is truly admirable of you, the captain of the Seventh Steel Brigade.

At the headquarters meeting, you had the courage to propose the grand flanking maneuver, and today you saw through the American trap. Well done!

The boss was right to appoint you and Hanqing to participate in this negotiation.

You two, one a scholar and the other a warrior, are pillars of the Volunteer Army.

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli and Liu Hanqing showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

Wu Wanli stared wide-eyed at Chief Chen and then at the General Manager, asking, "Participate in the negotiations?"
"Commander Chen, sir, we were just preparing for a major flanking maneuver and attack. What's the point of negotiating now?"

Liu Hanqing took off his glasses and wiped them, trying to hide his confusion: "Yeah, boss, we're fine on the front lines, but I'm afraid we're not suitable for the negotiating table."

The boss chuckled, waved for them to come closer, and said in a steady but meaningful voice:
"Don't just stand there, the situation is urgent."

The U.S. military representative's plane has taken off from Tokyo and will arrive in Pyongyang in less than three hours.

Time was of the essence, so I gave the direct instructions: Wu Wanli, you will attend as the military representative.

In terms of military achievements, you crossed the Han River four times, defeated Hengcheng, and led the Seventh Steel Brigade in naval operations, striking fear into the enemy.

Their frontline command capabilities were further demonstrated in the Fifth Campaign plan.

Those Americans are all talk and no action. If you sit at the negotiating table, the intimidating aura of a war hero will scare them away.

Liu Hanqing, you will be doing document recording work, meticulously recording every word, while also learning negotiation skills.

With your cultural background, strong writing skills, and meticulous attention to detail, you are well-suited to gather evidence and uncover the true intentions of the US military.

However, the core negotiation matters were entrusted to Secretary-General Wang, who was arriving soon. He was a seasoned veteran who had flown in from Beijing.

This informal meeting was held in the side hall of the headquarters, where we maintained our home advantage.

Wu Wanli, your task is to act as a military attaché: keep a cool face, speak little, and observe the expressions and actions of the US military representatives.

Their military personnel are most afraid of Chinese soldiers who fought in bloody battles. You only need to wear a military uniform, covered in medals, and interrupt their nonsense when necessary.

Remember, outwardly negotiate peace, inwardly prepare for war.

"As soon as the talks end, you must return to your units and focus on training; you cannot slack off."

Wu Wanli took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and his previous uncertainty vanished. He responded loudly:
"Yes, boss! I guarantee I will complete the mission."

The military attaché's intimidation is an extension of the battlefield; I will let them know that the Seventh Steel Brigade's blade is not dulled.

Liu Hanqing put his glasses back on and said with a focused expression, "I understand! Leave the recording work to me, and I will not miss a single word."

At the same time, I will coordinate with the logistics team to ensure the armored battalion has enough fuel, so that neither task is delayed.

Commander Chen nodded in satisfaction, walked to the map and pointed, "Good, with your attitude, the Commander-in-Chief is relieved. Now, you can rest for a quarter of an hour and tidy your uniforms."

Liu Hanqing, please write a template for the negotiation record for future reference.

"Wu Wanli, wipe your medal clean. Time is short. I'll go arrange for Secretary Wang to meet you."

The boss beckoned them closer and pointed to the western region of the map, saying, "Negotiations are one thing, but the fifth campaign is imminent."

Wu Wanli, your flanking maneuver has been approved by the headquarters. The Seventh Steel Brigade will launch an attack from the eastern front, with the objective unchanged.

The arrival of the US representative is both an opportunity and a trap. We cannot fall for it. We must adopt a two-pronged approach: negotiating on one hand and fighting on the other.

Go ahead and get ready.

Remember, talks are political maneuvering; the battlefield is the final stage.

We are prepared for both scenarios to gain the upper hand.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli and Liu Hanqing immediately responded in unison.

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In the temporary negotiation room set up by the headquarters in Pyongyang
On one side of the rectangular negotiating table, Wu Wanli, Liu Hanqing, and members of the Chinese delegation headed by Secretary-General Wang sat upright.

The seat opposite was still empty; the American representative had not yet arrived.

Secretary-General Wang's gaze first fell on Wu Wanli, who sat upright like a pine tree, and the smile on his face was instantly replaced by sincere admiration.

Secretary-General Wang praised, "Comrade Wu Wanli, it's a pleasure to meet you! It's truly better to see you in person than to have heard so much about you!"

Your Steel Seventh Brigade's name is now widely known!

From the Han River to Hengcheng, and then to the sea, well done!

Especially your vision for the entire Fifth Campaign—it was as grand as a dragon and as exquisite as an embroidery needle!
When the commander and Chief Chen spoke to me about you, they praised you highly, saying that you are a rare tactical genius in our army!

This time, American imperialism was forced to the negotiating table, and the heroic efforts of your frontline soldiers are indispensable!

Wu Wanli immediately stood up, gave a standard military salute, and said, "Reporting to the commander! This is all thanks to the bravery of all the soldiers and the support of the motherland and the people!"
I simply did what I was supposed to do.

Secretary-General Wang smiled and waved his hand, gesturing for Wu Wanli to sit down, saying, "Sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

You don't need to be so serious with me.

We have all witnessed your talent and unwavering loyalty.

As he spoke, Secretary-General Wang took the initiative to extend his hand to Liu Hanqing and shook it firmly, saying, "Comrade Liu Hanqing, you must have had a long journey."

Your father is doing well. He even asked me to deliver a letter to you.

Also, he asked me to pass on a message to you: Keep up the good work!

Do not let down the expectations of millions of compatriots behind you, and do not let down the trust placed in you by the motherland and the people!

Liu Hanqing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stood up somewhat hastily, solemnly accepting the letter with both hands, which carried the warmth of his family and his father's instructions.

My fingertips trembled slightly when they touched the envelope, then I gripped it tightly.

He didn't open it immediately, but carefully put it into his military uniform pocket.

Liu Hanqing took a deep breath, straightened his back, nodded vigorously to Secretary-General Wang, and said in a deep voice, "Please rest assured, sir, and please also convey to my father that your son will never fail the expectations of the motherland and the people!"

Just then, Wu Wanli glanced at his watch and then at the still empty spot opposite him.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he turned to Secretary-General Wang, suggesting, "Secretary-General, the US delegation is about to arrive, and negotiations could begin at any moment."

I suggest that, in order to ensure the accuracy of the negotiation process and content, and also for future verification and evidence preservation, we should immediately prepare recording equipment and arrange for a dedicated person to make detailed paper records.

The US is adept at playing word games, leaving behind concrete evidence, which is crucial for us.

Upon hearing this, Secretary-General Wang's smile faded, replaced by a somber expression.

He stared at Wu Wanli for several seconds, his gaze seemingly one of admiration, yet also one of re-evaluating the depth of this young commander, and affirmed, "Comrade Wu Wanli, you have considered things very thoroughly!"
You are a war god on the battlefield, and this meticulousness and vigilance are equally rare in the diplomatic arena!
The boss really knows how to appoint people wisely by sending you to be the military representative.

Someone, prepare recording equipment immediately. Be discreet, but ensure the recording is clear!

"Arrange for two more recorders to work with Han Qing to ensure accurate and detailed recording of the negotiation speeches and process, including key moments!"

Upon hearing this, the confidential secretary accepted the order and quickly made arrangements.

Soon, the inconspicuous corner under the table began to work.

Two recorders sat to the side and behind, their thick notebooks open, their pens saturated with ink, ready for action.

Almost as soon as the preparations were complete, the meeting room door was pushed open.

A staff member led the group inside.

The members of the American delegation were dressed in sharp suits or military uniforms, their expressions a mixture of deliberate restraint and probing scrutiny, barely concealing their fatigue and a hint of arrogance.

Wu Wanli almost instantly locked onto the face of the man in the opposing team, who was tall and had sharp, piercing eyes.

Colonel Freeman, the new commander of the 1st Cavalry Division, is also an enemy that the soldiers of the 7th Steel Regiment remember deeply with their blood on that burning night in Chipyong-ni!
Clearly, Freeman recognized Wu Wanli immediately.

A clear look of astonishment and disbelief flashed in his eyes, instantly breaking his previously formulaic expression.

Wu Wanli's young yet extremely intimidating Eastern face, along with his terrifying tactical style on the battlefield that crushed everything like an iron torrent, made him the most formidable opponent he had ever encountered in his military career, without exception.

After a brief moment of shock, Freeman's gaze suddenly became incredibly complex, a mixture of lingering hostility from the battlefield, a slight mutual respect between strong individuals, and an indescribable mix of intense confusion and curiosity.

In the brief moment before the members of their respective delegations had taken their seats and the procedural greetings were about to begin, Freeman strode over to Wu Wanli!
The other members from both China and the US were instantly drawn to this unexpected scene.

Secretary-General Wang frowned slightly, remaining highly vigilant.

The US chief representative, the white-haired, shrewd diplomat, Johnson, also showed a hint of surprise, but did not immediately stop it.

Freeman stood in front of Wu Wanli. He was nearly half a head taller than Wu Wanli, but at this moment he could not create any sense of superiority or oppression.

His eyes, like those of a battlefield hawk, were fixed on Wu Wanli's eyes without any attempt to conceal them, and he suddenly reached out his hand.

Wu Wanli remained expressionless and extended his hand.

Two strong hands, which had pulled the trigger countless times on the battlefield and even engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat, clasped together heavily at the negotiating table!
The grip was so strong that it far exceeded the bounds of normal etiquette; it was more like a silent wrestling match, with the muscle lines of both arms clearly visible.

Freeman lowered his voice and asked quickly with regret, "Wu Wanli, it's such a surprise to see you here, in this way."

General Ridgway has given you such good conditions!
With your talent and ability, you deserve respect in Washington!

With just a nod, the newly formed 1st Marine Division will be entirely under your control!

The war will end soon, and you will receive the power, wealth, and honor you deserve!

The United States needs a tactical genius like you to balance the world order, so why refuse?
What's the point of staying here and fighting this damned, endless bloodbath?

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli leaned forward slightly and responded in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Colonel Freeman, personal choices are not discussed at the negotiating table."

However, the next battle may begin soon.

"Once I personally escort you to our POW camp, we'll open a bottle of your whiskey and have a good chat about the meaning of this war!"

Freeman was instantly enraged by this declaration, which was full of humiliation and absolute fighting spirit. He retorted, "You—arrogant! You have no sense of mortality!"

You'll regret this! The Seventh Steel Brigade? I'll personally lead the troops to tear it to shreds!

The U.S. chief representative, Old Johnson, frowned and immediately said sternly, "Colonel Freeman!"

Please be mindful of your role and the occasion!

Go back to your position!

On the Chinese side, Secretary-General Wang immediately spoke up, his voice steady and carrying undeniable weight: "Mr. Freeman, please remain calm. This is the venue for peace negotiations."

Comrade Wu Wanli was the plenipotentiary military attaché of our Volunteer Army, representing the will and dignity of China!
Any words or actions that disrespect him are considered a provocation against our country and military!

The two Chinese guards also subconsciously leaned forward slightly, their eyes sharp as knives, watching Freeman and the American personnel around them warily.

Liu Hanqing quickly jotted down the time and a brief summary of the events in his notebook, his cold gaze sweeping over Freeman's face, which was contorted with rage.

An invisible pressure surged from both sides towards that point that nearly spiraled out of control.

Wu Wanli had already sat up straight again, his expression completely calm, as if the brief clash filled with blood and gunpowder had never happened.

He picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and his sharp gaze swept across the entire American delegation, as if he were examining future battlefield targets.

Freeman was brought back to reality by the stern rebuke from old Johnson and the somber atmosphere in the room.

His chest heaved violently a few times, he glared at Wu Wanli, then took a deep breath, turned around and strode back to his seat, where he sat down heavily.

The undercurrents at the negotiating table were already surging in this first round of confrontation, which had not yet officially begun.

Johnson was clearly extremely dissatisfied with Freeman's sudden loss of control, but he also knew that now was not the time to deal with internal problems.

He quickly adjusted his expression, his face regaining the professional, slightly tired smile of a diplomat. He stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Your Excellency Secretary-General Wang, and esteemed colleagues from the Chinese delegation, it is truly remarkable that we have the opportunity to sit down and talk at such a tense moment to seek a path to peace."

Please allow me, on behalf of President Truman and the United States government, to express our hopes for peace…

He began with a lengthy and diplomatic opening.

Soon, after the formalities were over, the formal negotiations began.

The U.S. chief representative, Old Johnson, cleared his throat and gestured to his deputy to distribute the prepared documents to the Chinese representatives.

Old Johnson raised his voice slightly, speaking with a deliberately feigned sincerity:
"Your Excellency Secretary-General Wang, and fellow Chinese representatives."

Given the current stalemate on the Korean Peninsula and the precious lives of soldiers on both sides.

"The United States of America has demonstrated unprecedented sincerity by developing a plan conducive to long-term peace."

He paused, glancing around at the Chinese representatives, trying to catch their subtle reactions.

Secretary-General Wang's face was calm and composed, his gaze fixed on the blank notebook in front of him, his right index finger unconsciously tapping the table lightly.

Wu Wanli leaned forward slightly, his right hand resting naturally on the edge of the table, while his left hand rested on the holster of his sidearm at his waist.

Although the gun was not drawn, the invisible pressure honed in the midst of mountains of corpses and seas of blood made Freeman, the American military attaché sitting opposite him, extremely uneasy.

Old Johnson straightened his back and threw out a heavyweight:

"We have come with sincerity. Please listen to our three conditions first."

First, you can station troops in Shikoku, Japan.

Secondly, we support Taiwan going back to your island.

Third, you can also govern Ryukyu.

boom!
These three conditions were like three thunderclaps, exploding one after another in the relatively small negotiation room, even causing the huge map of the Korean Peninsula hanging on the wall to seem to tremble.

Several members of the Chinese delegation exchanged utterly shocked glances.

This sincerity and this blueprint, once agreed upon and implemented, will undoubtedly be a monumental achievement recorded in the history of the Chinese nation!
Its significance even transcends the gains and losses of the current Korean battlefield itself.

However, just as the bait thrown out by the US was about to fill the air with a sweet scent of "hope," Secretary-General Wang's finger, which was tapping the table, suddenly stopped.

As a seasoned revolutionary diplomat, he understood the nature of imperialism all too well.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; the more lavish the gift, the more deadly the ropes binding it.

He raised his eyelids, his deep gaze piercing through his gold-rimmed glasses as he looked at old Johnson, and calmly asked, "Mr. Johnson, your country's demonstration of... historical responsibility and vision for 'long-term peace' is indeed... impressive."

So, what price does your grand blueprint for peace require China to pay?

Is it merely about signing an armistice agreement and declaring a truce on the Korean Peninsula?

Secretary-General Wang emphasized the words "peace blueprint" and "ceasefire agreement," conveying an undisguised questioning and a vigilance that saw through appearances.

Old Johnson's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned as he spread his hands and said:
"Ah, dear King! You are so perceptive! Of course, and of course, it's not just that."

To acquire such important and strategically valuable benefits, any country needs to demonstrate corresponding sincerity and a cooperative attitude.

But this cost is negligible compared to the enormous benefits your country will gain! It's by no means a difficult task!

As he spoke, he winked at his assistant beside him.

The assistant immediately and solemnly retrieved several beautifully bound treaty texts from another black coded briefcase, the covers bearing prominent English titles:
"Treaty of Friendship and Mutual Assistance between the United States of America and the People's Republic of China"

(The Sino-American Treaty of Friendship and Mutual Assistance).

The assistant presented one of the copies to Secretary-General Wang with both hands.

Secretary-General Wang did not immediately take it, but instead coldly stared at the meticulously printed treaty text.

The assistant placed it on the table in front of Secretary-General Wang and carefully turned the title page.

When the page representing the main clauses of the text was revealed before him, Secretary-General Wang's originally calm and composed face suddenly became like a calm lake surface tossed with a stone, suddenly rippled violently!
His gaze swept rapidly across the terms printed in both English and Chinese-English, his brows furrowing tightly before a layer of livid anger instantly filled his face!
Liu Hanqing's hand holding the pen froze, staring in shock at Secretary-General Wang's fingers, which trembled slightly with extreme anger.

Wu Wanli quietly removed his hand from its holster and placed it on the table, his knuckles turning white from the force, his gaze fixed intently on the American representative.

Secretary-General Wang slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang, making the teacups on the table jump, and shouted: "You bastard!"
It's simply too much!

Johnson! What do you think our new China is?!

Is it still the same Qing government that was at the mercy of others a hundred years ago?
Or are they the corrupt puppets you've been supporting?!
Is the US military allowing its ships to freely enter any Chinese port for so-called 'resupply' without prior application?!

Giving the US priority in negotiations regarding China's tariff schedule?! Opening up inland waterway shipping rights to US merchant ships?!

Designating specific urban areas as "protected zones for American businesses and residences," granting them judicial privileges?!

It's all in black and white! The evidence is irrefutable!
This is hardly a "Treaty of Friendship and Mutual Assistance"!

This is clearly a new, thorough, and utterly treasonous contract that attempts to turn China back into a semi-colony of your United States!
This is humiliating and disgraceful! It's utterly depraved!

After saying that, Secretary-General Wang grabbed the treaty with both hands and, with a "rip—!" sound, tore it in two!
Tear it again!

The sturdy paper groaned in pain under his furious force, being torn into even more pieces!
Shredded paper fluttered down like snowflakes onto the gleaming negotiating table and the carpet at his feet.

"Snapped!"

A shattered hard cover slammed heavily onto the table in front of old Johnson, startling him.

"To be your lackey?"

Riding on the backs of 450 million Chinese people and acting like tyrants?

Will they continue to suck the blood and marrow of our nation?!

dream!!
The new China has stood up!
The Chinese people have stood up!

We are the masters of this land, now, and always will be!
The shameful shackles of unequal treaties that you, the American imperialists, tried to impose on us failed a hundred years ago, and now you're even more delusional!

Not even an inch or a millimeter!

This sudden, thunderous outburst and resolute act of tearing apart left the American representatives completely dumbfounded!

They clearly did not expect that this seemingly gentle and refined Eastern diplomat would have such a strong sense of national pride and a volcanic eruption of passion!
A brief moment of dead silence.

"Fuck!!!"

A furious roar shattered the silence!
The American military attaché, Freeman, suddenly jumped up from his seat, spitting as he launched into a tirade:

"Damn it, look what we gave you!"
Taiwan!

Ryukyu!

Troops stationed in Japan!

This is an unprecedented gift!
It is America's mercy and charity towards its enemy!

You ignorant and arrogant Chinese yellow-skinned monkeys.

How dare they tear up the President's handwritten proposal?!

Do you know what rejection means?!
It's war!
It is the most thorough, ruthless, and cruel destruction!
Do you think that a few minor victories in Korea will allow you to confront the invincible fleet and air fortresses of the United States of America?!

Dream on!
We have hundreds of thousands of the most elite troops in the army, navy, and air force!

We just finished replenishing supplies, and morale is high!!

They have an endless supply of ammunition!
There are heavy tanks that can crush everything!

There's a giant bomb that can destroy everything!!
Your pitiful peasant army, with its casualty figures built up through sheer numbers and suicidal charges.

Faced with our overwhelming power, they wouldn't even last a week!

We will wipe your pathetic negotiating table, along with Pyongyang, off the face of the earth!
You lot... huh?!

The furious roar abruptly stopped!

Because one person stood up.

The movements weren't fast, but they carried the power of a thousand horses galloping across the battlefield.

The friction sound of the chair sliding back was almost inaudible.

The cold, ruthless killing intent that had been lingering around him and had been temporarily suppressed instantly swept through the entire negotiation room!
Temperatures plummeted!

All eyes instantly focused on that figure that stood as tall as a mountain.

The military attaché of the Chinese negotiating delegation was a legendary commander who fought four battles to cross the Han River, decisively defeated Hengcheng, sank enemy ships at sea, intimidated UN generals, and was regarded as a "devil" by the US 1st Cavalry Division.

That is, Wu Wanli, the commander of the Seventh Steel Brigade!
Wu Wanli stood ramrod straight, his spine as taut as a steel spear, his upright posture exuding a resilience that even mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield could not crush.

His gaze swept calmly over old Johnson, finally settling on Freeman's face, which was contorted with agitation.

The calm in that gaze was the stillness before a storm, as if a blade had cleaved through the tempest.

The entire negotiation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The only sounds were Freeman's excited panting and Liu Hanqing's slightly trembling pen as he took notes, though he tried to suppress it.

Wu Wanli snorted coldly and said indifferently:
"Freeman, the defeated opponent?"

You Americans are threatening China with hundreds of thousands of troops in the army, navy, and air force?

Our new China has a million mighty soldiers!

Who will emerge victorious, who will be crushed... we'll see on the battlefield!

The final sentence was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering the last psychological defense of the US representative!

The American representatives all knew what it meant when this person said "see you on the battlefield."

This means that the terrifying "hell's dagger" of the Seventh Steel Brigade will once again be pointed at them!

Old Johnson's coffee cup slipped from his hand and fell with a loud clatter, spilling hot coffee onto the expensive carpet and staining his trouser leg.

He didn't bother wiping his face, his pale face staring at the young Chinese military representative who looked like a god of war descended to earth.

The other American civilian officials were even more horrified, leaning back in their chairs in fear of being caught in the invisible storm of killing intent.

Before they arrived, they had all heard of the name "Wu Wanli" and knew that he was a "devil" who struck fear into the hearts of UN frontline commanders.

"Cough cough cough..."

Old Johnson forced down the storm of emotions in his heart, coughed a few times, and tried to regain control, but his voice only revealed an unmistakable panic and urgency.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, not daring to meet Wu Wanli's cold, expressionless gaze. He could only turn to Secretary-General Wang and say, "Gentlemen...please calm down!"

It is very... very regrettable... that you have reacted so strongly.

The atmosphere during today's negotiations was not very... not ideal... We believe we need to calm down for a while!
This...this draft treaty...and...the conditions within it, we believe are very fair and reasonable!
Yes...it is the best way to end the war, move towards peace, and share prosperity!

We solemnly propose that its text be left here!
We're giving you just one last day! Just one day!
I need to reconsider carefully; this really is my last chance!

Otherwise... we have no choice but to fight to the death on the battlefield to decide the outcome!

Farewell! "

After saying this, old Johnson hurriedly nodded to Secretary-General Wang, and without even waiting for a response from the Chinese side, he stumbled and strode quickly toward the door.

"Comrade Wu Wanli, what a magnificent display of power! You have intimidated these American imperialists. Well done!"
However, since negotiations have broken down, the next major battle will have to be fought by you!

Secretary-General Wang looked at the hastily fleeing American delegation and praised them with a smile.

"Rest assured, Motherland, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army will not be afraid of any powerful enemy. Let these foreign powers come at us!"

What you can't get at the negotiating table, you'll get on the battlefield with guns and cannons!

However, Secretary-General Wang, we can hand over our previous recordings and these records to various reporters and radio stations for publication and exposure.

Perhaps this could shake the alliance of the UN forces on the other side and make them suspicious of each other.

After all, Taiwan also sent advisors to participate in the war, and Japan also produced a large amount of military supplies for the UN forces to support their operations.

With the US betraying its allies like this, nobody knows if they'll be next.

Wu Wanli clenched his fist and said with a firm gaze.

"Okay! I'll take care of it!"

Take care on your journey, and take care of Hanqing!

Secretary-General Wang nodded emphatically, saluted the two men, and hurriedly left.

"Take care of yourself!"

Wu Wanli and Liu Hanqing returned a military salute, watched Secretary-General Wang leave, and then went down to actively prepare for battle.

After returning to China, Secretary-General Wang immediately released the recording.

The exposure shocked the world!

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

Inside the Shilin Official Residence on a large island in southeastern China.

Chiang Kai-shek and his family were having dinner in silence.

As dinner was nearly halfway through, the chief of staff, looking anxious, strode quickly to Chiang Kai-shek's side, bent slightly, and presented him with both hands a newly received urgent telegram, his voice trembling as he said:

"President, the United States is having a secret meeting with the other side's representatives."

This matter is extremely urgent!

Upon hearing this, Chiang Kai-shek unfolded the telegram and glanced at it.

At first, he frowned in confusion, but as he read on, his expression changed drastically at a visible speed.

First it was a grayish-white color, then it turned crimson, and finally it settled into an extreme, bluish-gray anger.

His fingers tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging from the force!

Every word in the telegram was like a steel awl, relentlessly chiseling into his already riddled fantasy fortress!

A loud bang shook the entire restaurant.

Old Jiang slammed his fist hard on the thick teak table!
The force was so great that the cups, plates, and bowls on the table clattered and rattled, and soup splashed out, leaving a mess.

"Utterly shameless! Absolutely absurd! Damn it!"

A series of roars, delivered in a Fenghua accent, burst from Chiang Kai-shek's throat.

Chiang Kai-shek's chest heaved violently, and he could no longer maintain any restraint as he roared:

Truman!

Acheson!
Those two treacherous Americans!

Without asking her husband, Lady Song snatched another copy of the negotiation summary from the stunned Zhou Hongtao.

After quickly glancing at the most crucial lines, she felt a chill run down her spine and her head spin.

"what!"

Lady Song let out a short, sharp scream, and the notebook in her hand fell into the soup bowl with a "thud," splashing soup and staining the white tablecloth.

She swayed, barely managing to stand by grabbing the table for support. Her usually well-maintained face was drained of color, leaving only a deathly pallor and deep-seated fear.

At this moment, Ching-kuo could no longer restrain himself. He suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

He fished the soaked notebook out of the soup bowl, not bothering to wipe it clean, and flipped directly to the core clauses and Freeman's shocking string of insults.

He read on, word by word, his eyes burning with fury that seemed to melt through the paper.

When he saw the unequal terms imposed by the US in exchange for so-called "peace," his face showed extreme contempt.

When his gaze fell upon Freeman's outburst, he slammed his clenched fist on the armrest of his chair, his voice suppressed yet filled with murderous intent as he said, "A jackal... is still a jackal!"

Americans... never treat anyone as an equal!
Father, Mother, we can no longer harbor any illusions!

If this so-called 'secret agreement' is exposed, the loss of face for the United States will be a minor matter; its international credibility will be completely destroyed!
This is even worse...this is going to cost us our lives! It will forever brand us with historical shame!

Wei Guo also stood up. This soldier, who had studied at military academies in Germany and Japan, now had a face full of shock and a huge sense of absurdity on his mind. He said, "Japan... has troops stationed in Japan??"

They're willing to use Ryukyu and Okinawa as bargaining chips to give to the mainland?

Chiang Kai-shek finally caught his breath, grabbed his splattered notebook, slammed it heavily on the table, and said, "Ching-kuo! Director Zhou!"
If Americans are unjust, don't blame us for being unjust!
Immediately utilize all available international connections! Newspapers! Radio! Especially all pro-China Chinese-language newspapers in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia!
They will leak every single detail of this secret agreement to sell Taiwan to the mainland!
I want to show the whole world what a despicable face the United States of America really has behind the scenes!
How could they discard and insult their so-called allies like rags!

"Yes!"

A glint flashed in Jingguo's eyes as he quickly calculated which mouthpieces he could use. He turned to carry out the plan, and Zhou Hongtao immediately nodded in agreement.

Lady Song forced herself to stand up. Although her mind was in turmoil, the immense shock forced out a shrewd calculation, a trait typical of women from noble families when dealing with crises. She said:
“Wait!

Darling, now that we've completely broken ties, what are we relying on?
What about the air force base?
How will the Seventh Fleet resupply?
What if Truman gets angry and immediately backs out or denies everything? Wouldn't we be...?

Chiang Kai-shek rudely interrupted her, saying, "You're being too soft-hearted!"
We must not muddy the waters completely, nor stir up a huge uproar in those so-called 'free world' countries!
We have no choice but to sit and wait for our deaths, to offer our necks for slaughter!
Director Zhou, immediately issue an order for all departments to enter a state of emergency!
Cancel your vacation!

Strengthen defenses!

Put all suspicious vessels under the highest level of alert upon entry!
Especially those who are flying the Stars and Stripes!

A thorough internal investigation is underway to identify any dissenting elements!

Anyone who dares to harbor even the slightest wicked intention at this time will be killed without mercy!

"Defend the country"

You must immediately go to the Ministry of National Defense Operations Center and take command!
Tell Gui Yongqing, Zhou Zhirou, Sun Liren, and the others that I don't care what grudges they had in the past or what factions they belonged to!
All of you, get your asses together right now for a meeting!
We need to let them know that we've been pushed to the brink!

Wei Guo straightened up and stood at attention, saying, "Yes, Father! This subordinate understands!"

Chiang Kai-shek turned to his wife, who was in a daze, and said in a slightly softer voice, but with a deeper sorrow and helplessness, "Meiling, you... send a telegram to Chennault."

Perhaps he could use his connections to probe the situation in the US, especially among his old friends on Capitol Hill.

Is it possible to salvage the situation a little while preserving the last shred of face and maintaining the relationship?

Lady Song nodded bitterly, her once-proud Western social network now appearing so fragile and vulnerable.

With the order given, only heavy breathing and a stifling silence remained in the restaurant.

Broken cups and saucers, an oil-stained tablecloth, and a telegram lying on the floor silently testify to the tragic end of this dinner.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded again.

Another attendant, even paler than Zhou Hongtao, held a strip of telegram just torn from the telegraph office, his voice trembling with tears as he spoke:
"President! Madam!!"

Kyodo News, Reuters...AFP...and China's Xinhua News Agency, all the world's major news agencies exploded!
They're all being broadcast on a loop!

The details of the secret talks between North Korea have been revealed!
The audio recording excerpt was also publicly played!

Global broadcast...the whole world will know!!

This final shockwave was like a boulder falling into stagnant water, stirring up ripples of utter despair.

Ching-kuo suddenly closed his eyes. He knew that their attempt to "stir up trouble" was too late.

That Secretary-General Wang from the mainland acted too quickly and too ruthlessly!
It ignited a powder keg of global public opinion!

Lady Song finally couldn't hold on any longer, her body swayed violently, and she fell to the side.

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

Moscow, inside the Kremlin
"Transferring Taiwan, returning the Ryukyu Islands to China, and stationing troops in Japan—these are the bargaining chips... Has Truman gone mad?"

Stalin sighed.
Foreign Minister Molotov said with a sharp and serious look:

"Washington's move has completely shattered the order."

Who would have thought that Wu Wanli and a group of Chinese soldiers could scare them like this?
It seems they were cornered by the anti-war movement and the enormous losses at the front.

Once signed, they will become America's economic puppets and outposts in the Far East, serving the entire chain of interests.

Upon hearing this, Stalin abruptly raised his head, his eyes flashing with cold light, and said, "And the result?"

"That Secretary-General, what's his name, Wang... tore it up right there at the negotiating table?"

Molotov said, "Yes."

The entire meeting was recorded, and the transcript was released to the world.

The news was like a heavy bomb, instantly setting off a global sensation.

The whole world is watching this now.

Molotov said in a deep voice:
"Our support for them over the past year now appears to have yielded returns that exceeded expectations."

The battle flags of those American aces have been trampled under their feet.

Comrade Stalin, the Korean War proves that Wu Wanli's success was not isolated; the entire Chinese army possessed a formidable resilience and spirit of sacrifice.

The enormous consumption and fear experienced by Americans did not come from nowhere.

Now, the fact that the Chinese people, faced with such enormous temptation, were able to resolutely reject the colonial terms imposed by Truman demonstrates the stability of their regime and the cohesion of their people.

Their resolve to defend independence and autonomy is as firm as steel.

Stalin slammed his pipe down into the ashtray with a dull thud. "Reassess!"
I need an immediate emergency meeting. I require a more detailed internal report on the true thoughts of the Chinese people and their deep-seated plans for the situation in the Far East.

Molotov initiated a special channel to send a message to China.

The Soviet Union paid close attention to the developments. The heroic actions of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army and the firm stance of the new China in defending its sovereignty were entirely legitimate and worthy of respect!
This could suggest that deeper cooperation could be sought in a wider range of areas, such as key technologies and equipment for certain heavy industries, more advanced weapon systems, and issues of status within international organizations.

A China that can force the United States to sue for peace while also resolutely rejecting its terms... its weight has been completely changed.

A new star is rising in the Far East, one that we can no longer ignore and must take seriously.

How the Soviet Union dealt with it in the future would directly affect its national security and global strategic balance.

Prepare our resources, and also prepare to deal with a powerful Eastern partner who may not be entirely 'obedient,' but is absolutely not to be underestimated.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Molotov quickly agreed.

Behind the Kremlin's Iron Curtain, a more complex and cautious strategic assessment of China is rapidly unfolding amidst the somber atmosphere following the initial shock.

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

Meanwhile, London was shrouded in rain and fog at 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's residence.

Prime Minister Attlee, his face ashen, stared at the secret telegram urgently sent by the Foreign Secretary and the breaking news from major news agencies around the world on the table:

"My God... what is America trying to do?!"

The Foreign Minister's voice, tinged with the pain of betrayal and strategic despair, said:
"The United States is conceding its interests!"

This transfer, in essence, means sacrificing Britain's foothold and economic interests in Asia to fill a strategic gap!

Attlee, suppressing the anger and frustration churning within him, said:

"Convene an emergency cabinet meeting immediately!"
Send me a note with the strongest protest to the United States!
It clearly expresses the 'shock' and 'deepest concern' of the Commonwealth and all its allies.

The language was harsh, questioning where they placed the credibility and security of their allies.
Especially the strategic importance of Hong Kong Island!
At the same time, immediately put all outposts in the Far East on the highest alert level!

All British forces in the Far East, including those in Korea, Singapore, and Hong Kong Island, were ordered to be on high alert!
Immediately assess the impact of the situation on the safety of our fleet's routes!
We are mobilizing intelligence resources to closely monitor all Chinese military deployments and signs of political instigation around Hong Kong Island!
Tell the United States and provide a clear, specific, and shared solution on how to strengthen defense in Asia, including Hong Kong.

Otherwise, the British Empire's retreat from the Far East and the overall retrenchment of its strategic focus would have been inevitable.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the British Foreign Secretary quickly agreed.

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

Paris, France

The early autumn air in Paris was slightly chilly, but the blinds of the French Prime Minister's Office were tightly closed.

Prime Minister Mayer's face appeared unusually gloomy in the dim light.

On the table in front of him lay an urgent coded telegram from the ambassador, several news bulletins from different news agencies, and a map.

The map marks the location of the "return to China" that has just become a focus of news.

“A bunch of idiots!
He handed the knife hilt to the Chinese man!
The blood of French warriors still flows in the Delta!
And our so-called 'strong allies' are actually undermining our rear?!

Foreign Minister George's facial muscles stiffened as he said:

"This matter will plunge our already difficult colonial war into a complete political dead end!"

We cannot sit idly by and wait to die!

Intelligence agencies warn: Viet Minh radio is broadcasting this news around the clock!
Ho Chi Minh's people are using this to prove that the United States is not invincible, and that a powerful new China stands by their side!
Frontline commanders reported that the Viet Minh attacks had become significantly bolder and more ferocious.

Even more fatally, a negative sentiment began to spread among the soldiers we recruited locally in Vietnam!
The scene of Secretary-General Wang tearing up the treaty in Pyongyang and exposing the United States' attempt to enslave China with colonial clauses was repeatedly embellished by the red propaganda machine, which greatly touched the anti-colonial nerves of the Vietnamese people!

Our foundations of rule in the region are rapidly crumbling!

Meyer rubbed his temples and said, "We must immediately stop the spread of this news within the French Federation!"

Especially those colonies in North and West Africa!
We must not allow them to ignite similar flames of resistance!

Georges, in the name of the French Republic, issues the strongest statement!

We strongly condemn the recklessness and perfidy of the United States in taking unilateral actions on such a critical issue!
The emphasis is on how this decision completely disregards the interests of allies, and in particular, severely undermines France's legitimate rights and efforts in Indochina!

The wording should be one of deep sorrow and indignation, placing the 'damage to France's dignity' and 'security concerns' in the most prominent position!
But at the same time, immediately contact the Chargé d'Affaires ad interim in China!
No matter how low the level or how informal the channel!

This expresses the French Republic Government's 'deep understanding and high respect' for the national self-respect, independent will, and sovereignty principles demonstrated by China in the negotiations!
This is merely an implication... that France has always respected the rights of nations and peoples to liberation and self-determination!

"Prime Minister? This..."

Foreign Secretary George was somewhat taken aback.

Meyer sighed and said, "Pragmatism! George! We have to hedge our bets!"
China's rise is an indisputable fact.

They possess the military strength to defeat the Americans, as well as such a firm political stance and an efficient propaganda machine!

We need to send a very, very vague signal to China.

There are no fundamental, irreconcilable contradictions between France and China.

If necessary in the future, we can try to find mutually acceptable solutions to the Indochina issue and other international issues of common concern.

The most disastrous consequence of this secret meeting was the complete collapse of America's prestige in East Asia.

Red China made an almost overbearing and forceful entrance, occupying the moral high ground and the moral high ground in the Far East conflict.

We must consider what France, fighting alone in Southeast Asia, should do if the United States continues to retreat in East Asia or even reaches some kind of tacit compromise with China.
We must find even the smallest space for France to survive in the possible 'new order' in the East.

We immediately demand that the United States provide the most convincing explanation on this matter and guarantee its absolute security for the Indochina Federation!

Tell our American 'friends' that the enormous hole they've created requires substantial military and financial aid to compensate France for any potential additional losses, which they themselves are responsible for!

"Okay, I'll get on it right away..."

George sighed and nodded.

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

Deep within the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

An unprecedented emergency meeting of the royal court was held in an extremely tense atmosphere.

The thick tatami mats cannot absorb any vibration.

Prime Minister Shigeru Yoshida even forgot the utmost deference he should show before the Emperor, and lost his composure, growling:
"To hand over the Ryukyu Islands to China?! To allow...to allow Chinese troops to be stationed on the Japanese mainland?!"

Amaterasu!

Truman... this is to crucify Japan and offer it up as a complete sacrifice to China!!
He's betraying us!

This is a complete betrayal by the United States of its most loyal ally, Japan!

Foreign Minister Katsuo Okazaki was already drenched in sweat. He lay prostrate on the ground, his voice trembling with tears, and said:
"Your Majesty! Your Excellency the Prime Minister! The U.S. Embassy in Tokyo...is completely unaware of this!"

President Truman didn't even give Marshal MacArthur a hint!
Intelligence indicates that the draft of the secret agreement was torn up on the spot in Pyongyang by a man surnamed Wang, and the recording was also made public!

The whole world is saying that this is the most complete betrayal of the empire's dignity and future destiny!
The Japanese Emperor, his face pale, sighed and said:

"Gentlemen, in any case, it is fortunate that China ultimately foolishly rejected the American proposal, otherwise we would only be second-class dogs."

Now that China is unwilling to be incorporated into the US system and is seeking independence and autonomy, this is actually an opportunity for us.

We must remain loyal and restrain our subordinates' speech; we must not act impulsively.

Upon hearing this, Defense Minister Taro Nakano quickly replied, "Your Majesty, China did not agree this time, but what about in the future? We..."

The Japanese Emperor frowned and roared:
"Shut up!
Do we have any better methods or power to resist?
The glory days of the Great Japanese Empire are over. Now comes the era of a new East Asian order. We must keep a low profile and behave ourselves, understand?

"Hai!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese ministers responded with a sense of sorrow.

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

Meanwhile, the UN Command
"Damn it, China actually announced it directly, which means they're cutting off any way out of accepting this negotiation proposal!"

Ridgway looked at the latest newspapers from various countries and roared angrily.

"General, not only in other countries, but also within our own country, public opinion is extremely dissatisfied, and large-scale demonstrations have even broken out."

President Truman was furious and issued a death order: "We must fight to the death to win the upcoming battle!"

Chief of Staff Van Fleet handed the telegram to Ridgway and said.

"What is the current deployment situation at the front? Are all units in position?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qiwei clenched his fist and asked.

"The First Army Group has arrived near the area east of Wenshan on the west side. It consists of the ROK 1st Division, 3rd Division, and 45th Division."

The 9th Army has reached Jipo-ri and Daeli-ri in the west-central part of the region. It comprises the 24th Division, the 1st New Marine Division, and the 6th ROK Army Division.

The 10th Army Group has reached the area from 90,000 li to Wontong-ri in the east-central part of the region. It comprises the 2nd Division, the 7th Division, the Dutch Battalion, the French Battalion, and the ROK 5th Division.
The South Korean 3rd Corps has reached the eastern line from Wontong-ri to Hangye Ridge. It comprises the South Korean 3rd Division and the ROK Capital Division.

In addition, units such as the 1st Cavalry Division serve as reserves and follow-up forces to provide support in case of emergencies!

"Chief of Staff Van Fleet said."

"it is good!

Order all armies: The decisive battle is about to begin. Two days from now, launch a full-scale offensive and seize the initiative!

After all that has happened, we must win this battle; we cannot afford to lose!

Ridgway gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, Chief of Staff Van Fleet immediately agreed.

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

At this time, inside the headquarters of the Seventh Steel Corps
"Wanli, the Command has issued an order for our Seventh Steel Brigade to depart immediately!"

According to your original plan of a long-range flanking maneuver, we should have cut in from the eastern front at Yuantongli, defeated the Southern 3rd Division, and then quickly blitzed to the rear of the main UN forces!

Liu Hanqing handed an urgent telegram to Wu Wanli and said.

"The fifth battle is finally about to begin..."

"Issue the order to the entire army: I will personally lead the armored guard battalion as the vanguard, depart immediately, target: Yuantongli!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli nodded emphatically and gave the order.

"Yes!"

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

(End of this chapter)