Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 330 [Armor Expert] or [Logistics Expert] buff! Building a war criminal camp, surrounding but not attacking.

Yangkoucheng, the headquarters of the 2nd Division of the United States
"Report! Urgent military intelligence!"

At that moment, a combat staff officer in a U.S. military uniform, covered in dust and panting, ran in and shouted.

In an instant, all eyes in the command post focused on the staff officer who was almost unsteady on his feet.

The staff officer's chest heaved violently, his voice hoarse from running so fast: "General! Yuan... Yuantongli... has fallen!"
The South Korean 3rd Division stationed in that area... was... was completely annihilated!

As soon as he finished speaking, the command post seemed to be instantly emptied into a vacuum, and the air froze.

The expressions of all the staff officers, adjutants, and officers at all levels froze instantly, and shock and disbelief spread.

Upon hearing this, Major General Kaiser, who was sitting at the head of the huge command table, suddenly stopped in his tracks, his right hand holding a pencil pausing abruptly, the pencil lead poking a hole in the map.

He slowly raised his head and angrily cursed:

"Yuantongli fell and the entire Third Division of the Han Army was annihilated?"
How much time has it been?!
As far as I know, that arrogant idiot Park Sung-hwan has a division commander in his hands!

More than 13,000 fully armed soldiers!

Thirteen thousand people!

Even if those were thirteen thousand pigs!
Even if the Chinese were to go all out and start arresting, they couldn't possibly catch them all in a single day!

What the hell is that speed?!

Kaiser's anger acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the long-suppressed astonishment and equally intense resentment of all the senior U.S. military officers in the command post.

Chief of Staff Colonel William Fowler's face flushed red. He abruptly pushed back the chair behind him and stood up, his voice trembling with excitement as he said:

"Disgrace! Absolutely humiliating!"
The South Korean army is such a useless force, it's even worse than pigs!
When pigs are being herded, they at least run around and make it a bit more difficult to catch them!

What about them?!

Are they all just standing at attention on the front lines, waiting for the Chinese to come and behead them?!

That's utterly ridiculous!

The deputy division commander, Brigadier General Douglas, roared immediately afterward, practically jumping up and down as he cursed, "A bunch of worthless cowards!"

We provide the best training consultants!

A large amount of weapons and ammunition were allocated!

Did these people pocket all the American military aid?
Were they digging trenches behind the lines so they could escape faster?!
Look at that fighting power!

Calling them soldiers is an insult to soldiers!

"Shit!"

"Damn Korean yellow-skinned monkeys!"

"They should be court-martialed! No, hanged!"

Angry curses erupted like water droplets falling into a scalding oil pan, bursting violently within the command post.

A South Korean army division, a fortified stronghold that should theoretically have been able to withstand a fierce Chinese army assault for several days and nights, was completely wiped out in such a short time!
This not only means the loss of a vital transportation hub, but also that a huge, bloody gap has been torn open on the left flank of the entire UN forces' defense line!
The eastern wing of Yangkou City was thus destroyed!
Amidst this near-out-of-control cursing and venting of anger, a young staff officer standing in the corner took half a step forward and asked in a low voice:

"Generals, excuse me, I have a very important question..."

Could it be that the Chinese "Steel Seventh Brigade" that annihilated the South Korean 3rd Division?

The four characters "Steel Seventh Brigade" were like an invisible, powerful freezing spell, instantly sweeping across the entire command post.

The previously noisy and fervent shouts of angry curses came to an abrupt halt in an instant.

Everyone thought of the recent massive encirclement and suppression operation by 100,000 UN troops!
The Seventh Steel Brigade captured several cities from the Han River to Pyeongtaek, and finally managed to take Pyeongtaek Port despite being at a significant disadvantage.

Then, right under MacArthur's nose with his massive main fleet, they were picked up by the Chinese Navy, boarded steel warships, broke through the blockade, and sailed away!

Upon hearing this, the US military staff officer who was reporting said in a low voice:
"Yes, it has been confirmed that their flag and combat tactics are correct. It should be the Chinese Steel Seventh Brigade!"

After annihilating the South Korean 3rd Division, they barely paused and are now advancing straight towards Fupingli at peak combat readiness!

"Fupingli?!"

The deputy commander of the 2nd Division rushed to the huge battle map and quickly drew a line on it with his finger—from Yuantongli to Fupingli.

"Fupingli?!
That was our division's closest and most convenient logistical lifeline and evacuation route!

If Fupingli is gone, the logistics convoy can only be sent from there, and we can only retreat along the road in the direction of Zhangmuli.

Look at how long that damned detour route Zhang Muli takes! How narrow and rugged the roads are!
How many kilometers can our main battle tanks, self-propelled artillery, and heavy-duty trucks travel in a day on this terrible road?

If there is a blockage or damage there, it will be a catastrophe!

All the heavy equipment had to be thrown away on the roadside as scrap metal!
How much ammunition? How much fuel? How much food and medicine do we need every day?
How much can be delivered via that shabby road in Zhangmuli? How often can it be delivered?
Are you suggesting that my soldiers go hungry and drive tanks out of fuel and ammunition to stop an armored onslaught?!
Losing Fupingli is like having our entire division choked and hanging in mid-air!

Even the most powerful firepower will eventually run out, leaving us vulnerable to slaughter!

Kaiser clenched his fist and looked at the battle map.

Upon hearing this, the U.S. Army logistics chief's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat quickly broke out on the forehead of the U.S. Army transport captain.

Without Fupingli, the Second Division of the United States' mobility and logistical support, upon which it depends for survival, will completely collapse, plunging it into an unprecedented predicament.

The chief of staff of the US 2nd Division suppressed the turmoil in his heart, quickly adjusted his breathing, and calmly said:

"General! Please calm down!"

We now have troops stationed in Fuping Village!
We deployed a powerful mixed regiment there.

Our division dispatched an elite American battalion to defend the core position, a full-strength British battalion to guard the outer key points, and a powerful French battalion as a reserve force and flank barrier!

This is a reinforced infantry regimental combat team with over six thousand soldiers!
They are well-trained and experienced!
The officers were all seasoned veterans who had experienced North Africa, Sicily, and Normandy!

The equipment is impeccable – it has the latest M1 Garand rifle, BAR automatic rifle, heavy machine gun, 60mm and 81mm mortars and 105mm howitzers.

Several Sherman tanks were also reinforced, and the fortifications were strengthened with at least three layers of anti-tank ditches, dense barbed wire, minefields, and firing positions!
How could the rabble of the Han Third Division, composed of sheep and rats, be compared with our regular UN elite forces?
No matter how strong the Seventh Steel Brigade was, without the long-term bombardment of heavy artillery groups and the repeated attacks of armored units regardless of cost, it would have been impossible to take down such a solidly defended steel fortress in a short period of time!

The collapse of Han Sanshi at Yuantongli was a result of a combination of factors, and does not mean that the defenses at Fupingli will be so fragile!

The analysis by the chief of staff of the U.S. Second Division was clear and logical, attempting to rebuild confidence in the existing defense system.

His words also made several previously uneasy American officers straighten their backs a little.

However, the deputy commander of the 2nd US Division did not show any sign of easing his expression; instead, he spoke urgently and anxiously:

"If it were an ordinary Chinese army, there would definitely be no problem, but what kind of monster are we facing now!?"
It's the Seventh Steel Brigade of China! It's Wu Wanli!
Wasn't the lesson from Yuantongli painful enough?
How long did the so-called "iron wall" defense of the Third Division of the Han Dynasty hold out against the attack of the Seventh Steel Brigade?
Ultimately, it crumbled so quickly in the face of the Steel Seventh Squadron's absolute speed and devastating attacks!
Even if the South Korean 3rd Division is weak, it should be able to resist ordinary Chinese troops for more than ten hours or even several days by relying on fortifications!

But what did the Seventh Steel Brigade accomplish?
Lightning Breakthrough!

Divide quickly!
Then annihilate them cleanly and decisively!
Their specialty is tearing through defenses and annihilating enemies at high speed!
The defense of Fupingli, as you just mentioned, involves forces scattered across three relatively independent areas that lack sufficient depth for coordinated support.

The US military battalion was located in the heart of the town, the British battalion was on the outer first line of defense, and the French battalion was the reserve force.

Such a deployment, on the surface, is a tiered defense, but in the face of the Steel Seventh Brigade's thunderous offensive of concentrated armored clusters, attached with elite assault teams, and penetrating through a single point, it is precisely the easiest to break through!

Once they quickly tear a hole in the defenses of a British or French camp, the contents inside will be instantly shredded by the high-speed steel blades!

Back then, let alone 6,000 elite troops, even 60,000 pigs crammed together would be crushed by their armored forces amidst panic and command chaos!
Should we passively defend and wait for them to attack?
That would be repeating the mistakes of Master Han!
We must change!
We must take the initiative to... dampen their arrogance!

Slow them down their advance on Fupingli!

The deputy commander of the 2nd Infantry Division spoke with conviction, pointing directly to the potential huge loopholes and tactical conservatism in the defense deployment at Fupingli.

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the US 2nd Division frowned deeply and immediately retorted:
"Divide your forces?!"

How can we divide our forces to ambush an enemy army with far greater combat capabilities and high mobility than expected, when we don't have an overwhelming numerical advantage?
That's too risky!
History has taught us countless painful lessons that the safest way to deal with a powerful assault force is to concentrate our strength and defend a fortified city!

Why bother with ambushes and blocking operations when you can disperse your forces? If you are discovered or the ambush fails, the ambush force itself will be wiped out!
It could also expose the flanks of Fupingli, accelerating its collapse!

Our mission is to defend Fupingli!
Protect our lifeline!

Instead of actively seeking out the main force of the Seventh Steel Brigade for a decisive battle on the highway!
Concentrated defense is the optimal deployment of our existing forces!

The two generals held opposing views, with one advocating for relying on strong fortifications and concentrating forces to hold out for reinforcements, prioritizing stability.

One emphasizes that when facing a special opponent like the Seventh Steel Brigade, one must take the initiative to delay their advance; otherwise, passive defense will inevitably lead to disaster.

The atmosphere in the command post became tense again. The staff officers dared not breathe and their eyes darted back and forth between the two generals.

Just then, Major General Kaiser's gaze settled on the Fuping Highway, the main road connecting Yuantongli and Fupingli on the map.

His finger followed the curve of the road, eventually stopping at an extremely treacherous valley about fifteen kilometers from Fuping Village.

"enough!
It would be foolish to play a passive defensive role against the Steel Seventh Team, especially when there is still a risk that they can quickly break through our defense.

But our purpose in this ambush is not to win a brilliant ambush battle, nor is it to fantasize about wiping out or severely damaging the Seventh Steel Brigade!

The probability of that kind of victory is less than one percent.

What we need is time!

It's every hour, even every minute!

Immediately send an order to Lieutenant Colonel Beckham, commander of the British Army camp in Fupingli, using the highest level of encryption!
The telegram reads: "Order Lieutenant Colonel Beckham to immediately lead all personnel and equipment of his Royal Battalion of the British Army to advance at full speed!"
Heading to the third section of the Fuping Highway! Coordinates: XXXX, YYYY!

Seize all advantageous terrain in this area as quickly as possible!
At all costs, construct a deep, tiered ambush/blocking position! The mission is—to delay, block, entangle, and stall!

Remember! The objective is clear: not to annihilate! Not to rout!
It's a delaying tactic! It's using the terrain to buy the enemy as much time as possible! It's buying time to reinforce the defenses of Fuping Village!
You must keep the Seventh Steel Brigade there for at least 24 hours!

This is a direct order! Understand?!

"General! The British army..."

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the US 2nd Division still wanted to make one last effort.

After all, sending Allied forces to carry out such a dangerous and costly delaying mission would have unpredictable consequences and impacts.

"Execute now! Send a telegram!"

Major General Kaiser interrupted him sharply, his eyes leaving no room for negotiation.

"Yes! General!"

The chief of staff of the US Second Infantry Division took a deep breath and quickly agreed.
Kaiser thought for a moment, then turned to his adjutant and another staff officer responsible for liaising with the French army, and said:
"At the same time, a call was made to Lieutenant Colonel Zidane, the commander of the French army battalion in Fupingli: The French army battalion's mission has been changed!"
All French troops immediately withdrew to the outer perimeter of the core defense perimeter of Fupingli!
I don't care what methods they use! Immediately use all the reserved fortification materials to reinforce! Reinforce again!

I need to see it within twelve hours! The depth of the outer anti-tank trench has been doubled!
Firepower base density increased by 100%!

All pre-designated firing positions must have full-coverage coverage!
Every critical point must have a backup support point! The density of all roadblocks, barbed wire, and minefields must be tripled from the original plan!
Tell them to dig like crazy! Build like crazy!

The outer defense line of Fupingli must be made into an impenetrable fortress!

Did you hear that clearly? "

"Yes, General! Understood! Issue the order immediately!"

The staff officer responded loudly.

Kaiser frowned as he looked at the battle map, then turned to his division's operations staff and said:

"Telegraph Major Taylor, commander of the U.S. Army battalion in Fupingli, and order Major Taylor's battalion to hold its core positions within Fupingli!"

Prepare according to the highest-level standards for urban warfare and fortress defense!

Double the ammunition and first-aid supplies! Inspect all firing positions!

Especially the bunkers! Be prepared to fight the enemy house by house, to fight to the death against every wall and every building!

They will be the last iron gate of Fuping Village!
Without my order, you are not to retreat an inch!

The entire mixed regiment must hold off the Chinese Steel Seventh Brigade in the Fupingli area for three to five days. This is a death order!

"Yes, sir!"

The U.S. military operations staff immediately agreed and hurriedly went to relay the order.

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

North of Fuping Highway, there is a narrow valley area codenamed "Eagle's Nest".

"Quick! Damn it! The soil is frozen solid! Get the demolition charge! I need it to be deep enough to withstand a mortar shell!"

A bearded British sergeant roared anxiously from the top of the hill, as progress on the foxhole in front of him was slow.

Several British recruits staggered over, struggling to drag a box filled with explosives.

The air was thick with the lingering smell of gunpowder dust, the sour odor of human sweat, and something deeper called panic.

Lieutenant Colonel Beckham could see the stiffness in some soldiers' digging movements, the flickering in their eyes, and the numbness when carrying ammunition boxes.

The names of the Seventh Steel Brigade and Wu Wanli had already spread with the wind in whispers across every corner of the position, weighing heavily on the hearts of every British soldier.

The scene of Yuantongli turning into a hellish landscape in less than an hour, and the annihilation of Han San's entire army, became an inescapable shadow in the eyes of these British soldiers.

What they feared was not the battlefield, but an opponent who was rumored to be invincible and unstoppable, like a god or demon.

Beckham stopped next to a bunker where a Bren light machine gun was mounted.

The machine gunner was a red-haired Scottish lad who looked to be under twenty, and he was repeatedly wiping the gleaming barrel of the gun with his cuff.

The British assistant gunner was carefully spreading the canvas ammunition belt flat on the sandbag.

"Young man, point the machine gun at that big bend at the valley entrance. How far can it cover?"

Lieutenant Colonel Beckham tried his best to keep his voice calm and maintain the dignity expected of an officer.

The red-haired British soldier straightened up abruptly, nearly knocking over the Bren gun, and said in a tense, slightly distorted voice:

"Reporting to the colonel, the theoretical firing range can cover a straight section of approximately four hundred yards."

But that bend has a blind spot, and if the Chinese troops coming at us have tanks…”

Beckham interrupted him, patted his slightly thin shoulder and said, "It's not your problem that the Chinese army has tanks, soldier."

Hold your position and ensure continuous firepower.

Just as Beckham finished speaking and was about to walk to the next checkpoint, a tall, thin British Army captain jogged over, stepping on the gravel, and called out:

"Lieutenant Colonel! Urgent telegram!"

The order was personally signed by General Kaiser!

We, the British reinforced battalion, are required to hold back and delay the Chinese 7th Steel Brigade's offensive at Eagle's Nest Valley for at least 24 hours at all costs!

Ensure the completion of the reinforcement of the core defense perimeter of Fupingli.

The general said this was a death order, and it had to be carried out!

The staff officer's voice was quite loud and remained clear even in the relatively noisy background.

The British soldiers working in the nearby bunkers visibly paused, their entrenching tools hovering in mid-air as their eyes instantly focused on them.

Beckham unfolded the telegram, the familiar official language, the cold and rigid deadlines, and the glaring 24-hour rule "stabbing" into his eyes.

A surge of intense, long-suppressed anger, humiliation, and deep concern for the desperate plight of his subordinates suddenly rushed to his head!
The helpless looks from the British soldiers around him felt like a heavy hammer blow to his chest.

"Fuck!!!"

That order, which represented Major General Kaiser's iron will, was ruthlessly torn apart by Beckham!

One tap, two taps, three taps... The telegram quickly turned into a pile of shredded paper between his fingers!

Paper scraps drifted from Beckham's fingers like snowflakes, swirling and dancing in the fierce mountain wind.

"Damn 24 hours! Damn General Kaiser!"
That American!
He's trying to bleed us dry! He's trying to drain our entire British army camp... no!

It is a precious bloodline of Great Britain in the Far East, bleeding its last drop of blood in this damned valley!

To cover his American soldiers huddled in the bunker?!
"To hell with him! That's an order from a complete idiot..."

Lieutenant Colonel Beckham roared angrily.

The British Army staff captain and several officers who had gathered around at the sound of the commotion turned pale with shock at Beckham's sudden outburst of rage and instinctively took a half-step back.

The British staff officer opened his mouth, wanting to remind General Kaiser that he was, after all, his superior, but looking at Beckham's fiery blue eyes, he swallowed his words.

The entire valley seemed to fall silent instantly, and even the distant sound of shovels stopped.

Countless eyes peered out from foxholes, behind bunkers, and even from crevices in the rocks on the hillside, focusing on Beckham.

The silence lasted less than three seconds.

A British veteran wiped the sweat and mud from his face and asked, "Sir, are we really going to hold out here all day?"
Facing the Seventh Steel Brigade for a full twenty-four hours?

These words acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the suppressed fear and confusion in the hearts of countless British soldiers.

They all stopped what they were doing and stared intently at Lieutenant Colonel Beckham.

Those eyes held bewilderment, fear, deep worry, and even a hint of resigned numbness.

"Twenty-four hours?"

Listen up, soldiers!

I swear to God, I, David Beckham, will never do anything so foolish as to sacrifice all the excellent soldiers of my battalion just to please a general who sits in a greenhouse giving orders and has no understanding of the soldiers on the front lines!
Each and every one of you!
These are all precious assets of the British Empire!
They are Her Majesty's loyal and valiant warriors!

Twelve hours!

All I ask is that you stay here with me and hold out for twelve hours!
The countdown begins when the enemy launches their attack!
I swear to God, it will only take twelve hours!

This is the limit!

Once the twelve hours are up, regardless of the battle situation, we will organize an orderly retreat!

Retreat to the core position in Fupingli! Preserve your strength!
Remember, soldiers, preserving our strength is for delivering a more fatal blow to the enemy in the future!
It's not about becoming a bunch of cold names in a war of attrition with no chance of winning!

We have to fight for this battalion!
To every brother who believed in me and followed me to this day... let's leave some seeds!
The seed of survival!

Lieutenant Colonel Beckham's voice wasn't particularly loud, but it was clearly and accurately conveyed to every British soldier present.

In particular, the phrase "leave some seeds" struck a chord with the deepest, most primal desire in the hearts of many veterans—to survive!

The British veteran who had just asked the question had reddened his eyes. He wiped his nose hard and said in a trembling voice, "You are a good officer!"

You're right, we'll hold on for twelve hours straight, even if it costs us our lives!

Then we have to survive!

You are truly a good commander who cares for your soldiers!

"Yes! The lieutenant colonel cherishes his soldiers the most!"

"Fighting under a commander like that, even dying would be worthwhile! But it would be even better to live!"

"Twelve hours! Hold on! We'll cover your retreat, sir!"

"That's right! During the retreat, our battalion headquarters' directly subordinate company will definitely protect you on both sides and will never let the enemy hurt you!"

"Don't worry, Lieutenant Colonel! As long as you retreat, we'll be the last bullet to cover your retreat!"

The British soldiers' emotions were instantly ignited!

A not-so-loud but absolutely sincere response erupted from the previously lifeless battlefield.

The oppressive feeling of death brought by that order seemed to have been torn open, and a warm current mixed with gratitude and recognition began to surge in the hearts of some British soldiers.

The way they looked at Beckham was filled with deep respect and reliance.

Many British soldiers even began to gather on the hillside where Beckham was, wanting to hear every word he said more clearly.

Seeing the soldiers whose hope had been rekindled by his promise, Lieutenant Colonel Beckham raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

After the commotion subsided slightly, he spoke in a tone tinged with a melancholic self-mockery, his gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of the soldiers, young and no longer young:
"It seems you all believe that we really can't win against that Steel Seventh Brigade?"

This blunt and sharp question was like a bucket of ice water, instantly cooling down the initial enthusiasm.

The excitement and hope on the faces of the British soldiers faded rapidly, replaced by a deeper sense of helplessness and heaviness.

Some people even lowered their heads, not daring to look Beckham in the eye.

The valley fell into a deathly silence; the noise of building fortifications had completely disappeared.

Those faces were filled with their true thoughts—opposite them was the demon who had annihilated Master Han in an hour!

It was an armored torrent that swept through Yuantong as if it were no one else was there!
It was an existence that shocked and enraged American Major General Kaiser, and was regarded by Ridgway as a major threat!

These hastily assembled British battalions, whose fortifications were not yet secure, were equipped with tanks and cannons, but in small numbers. Could they really withstand the first wave of the enemy's armored charge?

Just think about the fate of the South Korean army's core positions in Wontong-ri... that was also a long road paved with blood and severed limbs!

No one dared to say they could win; even the courage to say they could hold out for twelve hours seemed weak and ineffective.

The immense disparity in strength and a profound sense of despair permeated the entire valley, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

The cold barrels of the Bren guns and the lonely muzzles of the 6-pounder anti-tank guns seemed to be emitting silent sighs in the oppressive atmosphere.

Lieutenant Colonel Beckham did not get angry. He took a deep breath and encouraged himself:

"Soldiers! Lift your heads! Look at me!"
Excellent! The Seventh Steel Brigade is very capable!
Wu Wanli is terrifying!
They are the sharpest blades in the Chinese army!

However, our British Royal Army is not without its trump cards!

I have already sent the most urgent request for combat support to my superiors!

We have just received a top-priority reply: our superiors will allocate fifty fighter jets for air support!
These fighter jets will blow the tanks of the Seventh Steel Squadron to smithereens the moment they deploy and attack us!

"my God!"

"Fifty...fifty planes!"

"Air raid! Even Chinese tanks would be sitting ducks!"

"There's hope now!"

Beckham's resounding news instantly ignited the valley!

The deathly silence was replaced by a frenzy of exclamations, discussions, a sense of relief at surviving a catastrophe, and a rapidly escalating excitement!

Fifty fighter jets!
That was a terrifying power capable of forming dark clouds in the sky!
No matter how powerful the tank group of the 7th Steel Brigade is, can it withstand the saturation attack of cluster bombs and high-explosive rockets falling from the sky?

Once armored units lose air cover and are exposed below enemy aircraft, they become sitting ducks!

Beckham caught the bright light in the soldiers' eyes, which had suddenly ignited from their ashen eyes, and knew that the time had come!

Lieutenant Colonel Beckham abruptly drew his Wilburley revolver from his waist and shouted as if waving an invisible banner:
"Soldiers!"

Look around you!
This valley is not a dead end!

This will be the starting point for your glory!

Look at your feet, think about the uniforms you're wearing, what do they represent?!

It represents the immortal spirit inherited from the Cromwell era!

It represents the indomitable spirit of those who fought and bled against the enemy on the island of Malta!
It represents the glorious victory of defeating the invincible French emperor at Waterloo!

Let's sing the Grenadier's March together, hasten the construction of our fortifications, and prepare for our glorious battle!

At this point, Beckham led the charge, belting out the opening song that stirred the blood of every British soldier—a song symbolizing resilience and courage:
“Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules!
(Some talk about Alexander, some talk about Hercules!)

The moment the first word was uttered, the veterans, enveloped in excitement and a sense of mission, instinctively raised their heads and, with heavy London accents, Scottish tones, and Welsh voices, responded in unison, their voices hoarse yet powerful:

"Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these!"

The melody seemed to break free from the shackles of the air, instantly echoing through the narrow, cold "Eagle's Nest" valley.

The voices were initially uneven, but they were full of power.

As the second line rang out, more soldiers joined in the chorus: "But of all the world's brave heroes, there's none that can compare!"
(But none of the bravest heroes in the world can compare to them!)

The power of the lyrics and the familiar melody were like a spell breaking a seal, igniting the last bit of passion in the soldiers' hearts.

The soldier's spirit, which was on the verge of being extinguished by immense fear, was ignited with fervor by the promise of the "Iron Fist in the Air" and the ancient military song that represents honor and sacrifice!

"With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers!"

When the iconic chorus swept through the valley like a tidal wave, the valley erupted in cheers!
The song is the command!

Singing is my motivation!

The bearded British sergeant kicked aside the clod of frozen soil that had just been complaining and yelled, "Explosive charges! Get more explosive charges! Engineers! Blow this damn rock apart!"

The speed at which the shovel was swung suddenly increased, and the ear-piercing noise of the blade scraping against the frozen soil was almost drowned out by the majestic singing.

Sandbags were no longer a heavy burden; soldiers ran to pass them around, and the speed at which they were piled up in front of the defensive line increased visibly.

Beside the Bren machine gun position, a red-haired Scottish lad and his assistant gunner struggled to push a heavy ammunition box deep into the bunker, shouting lyrics as they worked, their youthful madness rekindled on their faces.

The artillerymen responsible for setting up the 6-pounder anti-tank guns no longer proceeded cautiously, but instead pushed the guns to the newly dug positions while singing and chanting, with the gun barrels pointing directly at the deadly bend at the entrance of the valley.

"Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades!
(Whenever we were ordered to break through the fence and high walls!)

"Our leaders march with fuses, and we with hand grenades!
(Our commander leads the way with the fuse lit, while we carry grenades!)

The song was soaring and tragic, each note carrying with it fragments of earth and stone bursting from the frozen ground, dust kicked up by sandbags, and the bloodshot but unwavering gazes of the British soldiers.

This scene was also captured by Wu Wanli's Sky Eye Map.

Seeing these passionate British soldiers, Wu Wanli, who was sitting in a jeep, couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

"Wanli, how can you still laugh while looking at these compiled intelligence and reconnaissance information? Did you think of something happy?"

Seeing that Wu Wanli was in a good mood, Liu Hanqing immediately asked.

"It's nothing. Send a telegram to the Commander-in-Chief and request the deployment of one hundred fighter jets."

We need to reach the (XXX, XXX) coordinate area for bombing in one hour. There may be air combat before the bombing, so bring more fighter jets.

Wu Wanli smiled and said.

"Wanli, you've figured it out again?"

Looking at the location Wu Wanli was pointing to based on the coordinates, Liu Hanqing said with a hint of surprise.

"On the road to Fuping Village, this is the best place to ambush them."

Even you would worry about an ambush, but you wouldn't be as certain as I am that you'd dare to deploy a squadron of fighter jets.

"We'll be arriving in an hour. Having the air force clear out the enemy's ambush positions and minefields will make things much easier."

Wu Wanli thought for a moment and then said.

"That...that is indeed true!"

However, these enemy troops are not a big problem for our Steel Seventh Brigade; the main problem is the supply issue.

Commander Li Yunlong telegraphed that the logistics department could not guarantee sufficient supplies for us, and we needed to find our own solutions.

I understand, it's not just us, I guess even the troops of Li Yunlong, Kong Jie and Ding Wei are having trouble with supplies.

"If only we had as many supply points and supply lines as the US military."

Liu Hanqing sighed and said.

"Logistics problems have been a long-standing issue for the Chinese People's Volunteer Army..."

Wu Wanli nodded and fell into deep thought.

【bite--------】

[The system has detected a problem facing the host and has selected to activate it.]

Option 1: Coordinate with the air force, using armored units as the spearhead to crush the ambushing enemy and swiftly capture Fupingli.

[Reward: Armored Expert buff (Armor speed +5%, Armored unit attack +10%)]

[Option Two: Coordinate with the air force to defeat the ambush enemy, capture the outer perimeter of Fupingli, and then establish a war criminal battalion-style siege, turning the area around Fupingli into an airdrop supply point!]

[Reward 1: Logistics Expert buff (supply consumption speed increased by 10%)]

[Reward 2: Lucky Special Buff (The probability of US military logistics airdrops missing their target is increased to 35%)]

[Note: Although the reward will be issued immediately after selection, the system will crash if the selection is not completed!]

At this moment, a system notification suddenly sounded in Wu Wanli's mind.

Wu Wanli was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then overjoyed after realizing what he had said.

As a veteran player of Steel Wire, he often surrounds these war criminal camps, starving the enemy soldiers before attacking, or simply using them to farm ground experience in case they die.

But now, with the siege of the war criminal battalion and the 35% chance of the US airdrop missing its target, it's like turning the enemy into a supply point!

This technique can be used not only in Fupingli, but also on other battlefields!
As for the logistics expert buff, which directly reduces resource consumption, there's no need to explain further.

With that in mind, Wu Wanli decisively chose option two!
【Ding------】

[Host's selection successful; reward has been issued!]

At this moment, the system's cold notification sound rang out again.

"Huh, that's strange. It seems like the engine noise from vehicles and tanks has suddenly decreased a lot."

I remember that our batch of fuel wasn't very pure, and the combustion wasn't complete, so it should have been quite noisy.

Liu Hanqing noticed the change in the surrounding noise and asked in confusion.

"The system's 10% reduction in consumption rate buff is actually achieved by increasing supply utilization..."

"That's much more reasonable than the Void Factory and Martian Soldiers."

Upon seeing this, Wu Wanli murmured to himself.

"Wanli, should we check if there are any malfunctions or problems with the tanks and vehicles?"

Liu Hanqing looked at Wu Wanli and asked.

"No need, noise is a minor issue!"

Tell the entire army to speed up and make sure to arrive at the same time as the air force, coordinate with the air force to launch an attack, quickly eliminate the ambushing enemy forces, and then launch a lightning strike on Fupingli!

"Hanqing, let's skip the jeeps and get back into Tank Number One. Ready to fight!"

Wu Wanli patted Liu Hanqing on the shoulder and said.

"Yes!!!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing, trusting him instinctively, immediately agreed.

(End of this chapter)