Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 332 The French Army Pierced by White Feathers! The Initial Establishment of the War Criminals' Supply Point! Wu Wanli's Strategic Initiative!
Outside the outer defensive line of Fuping Village, inside Tank No. 1
"Tank cannons, blast them!"

Wu Wanli glanced at the Sky Eye map and saw that the tank group was all in position, so he shouted the order into the radio.

"Bang! Bang! Bang—"

In an instant, the muffled thud of a shell leaving the barrel rang out, and the tanks of the guard armored battalion all jerked backward as tank shells whistled out.

"Whoosh—Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Tank shells crashed onto the French army's position, instantly sending up plumes of fire.

On the French positions, a scene of utter carnage unfolded instantly.

"Ah! My leg!!"

A French soldier clutched his bleeding leg and cried out.

"I...I don't hurt anymore, I just want to sleep..."

A French soldier, clutching his protruding intestines, spoke with blurred vision.

"Lieutenant Camille... No!!!"

Another French soldier roared as he looked at the lieutenant who had been blown to pieces by shrapnel after shielding him from a shell.

……

"Damn it, are we going to let French warriors sacrifice themselves for these defeated British soldiers?"

"Sir, let's just open fire!"

A black French captain, witnessing this scene, spoke angrily.

"Fire?"
If we are defeated by the Chinese Steel Seventh Brigade, will the US troops inside Fupingli also be allowed to open fire on us?
Do you really think you can hold the outer defenses of Fupingli with just two thousand elite French troops?

French Lieutenant Colonel Zinedine Zidane put down his binoculars and sighed.

"How could it be just us? There are still American troops in Fuping Village..."

Damn it, they've locked the doors now and aren't sending any troops to help!
If we actually open fire and kill the fleeing British soldiers, they will then have a real reason to ignore us.

"Sir, what should we do? Raise the white flag to the Chinese?"

The French black captain, halfway through his sentence, looked at the tightly closed gate of Fuping Village and immediately changed his tune, cursing loudly.

"Do not!

Our French army is one of the best in Europe; there's nothing shameful about surrendering to the powerful German army.

However, surrendering to China, which even Japan could not defeat, would be a great disgrace!
"Get the armored units equipped, plus five hundred elite soldiers; we're going to fight this battle."

Zidane thought for a moment and then said.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the black captain of the French army immediately agreed.

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Just as the French battalion was deploying its armored vehicles, the tank bombardment by the 7th Steel Brigade had ended.

Inside Tank No. 1
"Attention all combat units, the French command center is experiencing a three-second period of confusion!"

Thunder God! Coordinates corrected!
The intended coverage area has shifted 200 meters eastward! Rapid fire!

Blow open the second breach created by the routed British and French troops! Make things even more chaotic for them!

Wu Wanli glanced at the Sky Eye map and gave the order over the radio.

After he gave the order, Lei Gong immediately directed the artillery detachment to begin bombing as required.

Before long, a dense rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon behind Wu Wanli.

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

The shells tore through the smoke and slammed into the area outside the south wall of Fupingli, which was blocked by soldiers.

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

A series of orange-red fireballs exploded and rose into the air, hurling sandbags, broken wood, twisted metal debris, and mangled human remains into the air.

The breach that the French army had just been ordered to close again, along with the dozens of British and French soldiers groaning inside, instantly turned into a swamp of blood mist and flames!
"Armored group! Wedge formation—turn thirty degrees to the left and crush them!"

Looking at the situation on the Sky Eye map, Wu Wanli immediately shouted loudly.

In an instant, Tank No. 1 let out a deep roar, its massive body suddenly turned, and its track chains spun wildly, stirring up sticky black mud and unburnt pieces of cloth.

The coaxial machine guns atop the turret spewed fire, and Liu Hanqing's calm gaze, through the scope, focused on a French soldier who had just poked his head out from the edge of the trench, attempting to fire a signal flare.

The turret shook violently, and the French soldier hit by the high-explosive shell, along with the smoking signal pistol in his hand, was blown into an unrecognizable fireball.

Just then, on the cold, bright screen of the Sky Eye Map, the dark blue block representing the core defense zone of the French army suddenly fluctuated violently.

A long, narrow, and blazing blue attack arrow suddenly pierced through the smoke and dust, rushing straight towards the rear of the pre-arranged position on the north side of Fupingli!

At the very tip of the arrow, eight bright dots with armor markings flashed rapidly, followed by ten cursors representing armored personnel carriers and hundreds of small blue dots representing elite infantry.

The arrow's target was extremely clear—to strike directly at high speed into the right flank of the Wu Wanli armored assault group!
"Did the sun rise in the west today?"
Instead of raising the white flag, the French army dared to launch a counterattack against us with armored forces?

Attention all vehicles! Meat has been delivered to your door!

The main force of the French armored company has launched an attack!

Upon seeing this, Wu Wanli immediately reminded him via radio.

The armored group of the Seventh Steel Brigade did not slow down in the slightest, but the attack posture of the entire steel torrent was subtly adjusted as it moved.

The main assault force continued to rush toward the southern breach that had been torn open again by artillery fire, but five Pershing heavy tanks and four T-34 medium tanks had quietly broken away from the main force's tracks and spread out to the right flank with extremely smooth movements.

Their turrets simultaneously spun rapidly to the left and forward, their dark muzzles instantly locking onto the horizon where the hills met the dilapidated villages to the northeast.

At the same time, Wu Wanli continued to give orders over the radio:

"Lei Gong, listen up!"

Location: Northeast, 800 yards behind the northern protrusion of the Fupingli defense perimeter, from that depression covered with sparse trees to the gentle slope of the hills in front!
Eight points full coverage! One round! Just one round!
Slow down their infantry deployment!

Gao Daxing! Forget about the west wing! Immediately send your men out from their flank positions and get them close!

"Use rocket launchers and bazookas to take out those troop carriers and accompanying infantry! Hurry! Tire them down on the assault route!"

"Roger that!"

"Yes!"

Lei Gong and Gao Daxing immediately responded over the radio.

Not long after, the intense artillery fire tore through the battlefield once again, but this time the impact point was a kilometer away from the armored group, right at the junction of that depression and the slope.

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

With a loud explosion, a wave of dark brown mud shot into the sky from the high-explosive grenade!

The elite French infantry, who had just rushed out from their pre-planned concealed positions and were attempting to spread out to the flanks along the edge of the depression, were caught off guard and violently slammed into their ranks by a fierce explosion and flying pre-fabricated debris!

The screams were drowned out by the deafening explosion, and the front of the carefully organized infantry-tank combined arms formation was instantly plunged into chaos.

Almost simultaneously, under the cover of the still-lingering smoke from the artillery fire, the assault detachment led by Gao Daxing, in combat teams, swiftly and fiercely cut into the left flank of the French attack route!

The anti-tank rocket launcher and the captured bazooka fire tubes were carried onto their shoulders while running.

The thick smoke and explosions became the perfect stage backdrop.

Before the smoke from the first round of suppressive fire had even dissipated, the muffled roar of engines had already pierced through the aftershocks of the explosions.

Eight M4 Sherman medium tanks, painted with tricolor insignia, formed two wedge-shaped echelons of four in front and four behind, bursting through the curtain of smoke and roaring as they charged toward the Chinese tank detachment that had just completed its right flank deployment!
The lead M4 command turret had a prominent double-triangle insignia painted on its side, and the turret top was half open.

A head wearing a standard French flat-top military cap emerged, arms swinging powerfully—it was Lieutenant Colonel Zidane, the French battalion chief of staff who personally led the assault!
He had to withstand the devastating blow from the Chinese tank formations to buy Wilson, who was still fighting the fleeing troops in the core position, the crucial time to gather the fleeing soldiers and reorganize the southern defensive position!

Even if it means death, we will drive a wedge into France's defenses in this clash of steel!
Inside Tank No. 1
"Armor-piercing rounds! Load armor-piercing rounds!"

Liu Hanqing's roar echoed inside the turret, his eyes fixed on the ridge line on the left side of the turret of the rapidly approaching French lead tank, marked by the blast marks.

"800! 750!"

The loader smashed open the breech with his fist, and the heavy steel-core armor-piercing projectile slid into the scorching propellant chamber.

Wu Wanli braced himself against the periscope's support to steady his violently jolted body, and shouted:

"Stay calm! Stay calm!"

Vehicle number one! The French command tank leading the target! Armor-piercing rounds!

Vehicles three and seven! Suppress its right flank vehicle!
Vehicle number five, vehicle number nine! Bombard their rear infantry positions!

"boom!!!"

In an instant, the massive body of Tank No. 1 jerked backward, and its cannon spewed out a tongue of blazing white flame several meters long!

Almost simultaneously, the M4 turret, under Zidane's command, suddenly swung to the left, clearly having detected a deadly ballistic threat!
The armor-piercing shell whistled as it rubbed against the air, leaving a bright metallic mark on the turret of Zidane's vehicle, sparks flying, before slamming into the frontal armor of a regular Sherman following closely behind!

"Bang——!"

Amidst the deafening clang of metal on metal, the frontal armor of the Sherman that had been hit instantly twisted and caved inward!

The massive kinetic energy impact nearly lifted the entire front half of the tank off the ground, only to slam it back down!
A large, irregular hole the size of a bowl was clearly visible on the front of the vehicle, with fragments of broken armor penetrating the crew compartment!

In an instant, thick smoke and flames gushed out from the broken pipes, the twisted turret rings, and the crew hatches.

The tank, like a giant beast with its spine removed, lay paralyzed on the road of impact, its tracks spinning futilely.

"Vehicle number two, take evasive action! Infantry cover on the left flank!"

Zidane's hoarse French shouts could be faintly heard over the radio, his head, half-exposed, was bulging with veins from the impact of the car's sudden explosion.

A Sherman tank on the right side suddenly swerved sharply to the left to provide physical cover, startling the French infantry accompanying it into scrambling and rolling around.

But the Chinese armored forces followed up with attacks!

Almost at the instant the first round of firing missed, the cannons of Chinese tanks No. 3 and No. 7 exploded almost simultaneously!
The armor-piercing shell hurtled straight at the Sherman that Zidane's car was trying to cover on the right!

The tank, which was acting as a human shield, was instantly struck by two deadly streaks of light!

An armor-piercing shell sliced ​​off most of the road wheel on its left track at an angle, the ear-piercing sound of metal breaking was enough to make your teeth ache!
Another shell hit its turret's frontal armor directly!

"boom!"

The enormous explosive force caused the nearly forty-ton behemoth to tilt violently to the right, with the turret leaning against the vehicle. Black smoke and flames immediately enveloped the turret!

Seeing the two escort vehicles almost instantly destroyed, Zidane was instead fully ignited by the ferocity inherent in the French soldier's bones, and roared loudly:
"Charge! Charge! Get close and fire! Tear them apart!"

Infantry! Smoke grenades! Block the Chinese's vision!
All tanks! Full speed! Stick to them! Clash steel against steel!

The five surviving Shermans roared like bulls with bloodshot eyes, spewing black smoke from their engines and suddenly pushing their impact speed to the limit!

The turret spun wildly, searching for firing angles. Several smoke grenades were thrown by the infantry, creating a white barrier in the middle of the area between the two sides.

They intend to use the chaos created in an instant and the short distance of the attack to turn this steel duel into a meat grinder-like close-quarters battle!

Wu Wanli smiled slightly and looked at an area directly in front of the French assault group on the Sky Eye map, saying:

"Want to risk your lives? Then let's give you a real beating!"

Thunder! Outside the artillery battery position in the northern district of Fupingli! Marked coverage area! Immediately launch an attack! Don't let their infantry hide!
"Gao Daxing! Tell your men! Set those troop carriers on fire!"

"Yes!"

"Roger that!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Gong and Gao Daxing immediately responded.

Before long, a new round of artillery fire suddenly slammed into the French elite infantry and armored vehicle groups that were spreading out to the flanks to provide cover and guidance for the tanks!
High-explosive bombs exploded at the edges of sparse woods and on the slopes of low-lying areas, sending mud waves mixed with gravel and broken tree trunks flying everywhere!
The two M3 half-track armored vehicles were violently overturned by the shockwave as they attempted to make a sharp turn to seek cover!
The car door twisted, and the more than twenty French infantrymen inside screamed as the vehicle rolled over and they were thrown out and crushed!
More infantrymen were forced to scramble into the craters created by the shells, trying to escape the storm of steel that was raining down from the sky.

This means that their attempt to use the terrain to cover the tanks was instantly interrupted!
Taking advantage of the cover of this round of artillery fire and the brief gap before the smoke grenades dispersed, Gao Daxing's assault detachment suddenly leaped out from the depression line on the side and rear!

The individual rocket launcher spewed out thick jets of fire, accurately targeting the armored personnel carriers that had lost infantry cover and were exposed to the attack!
A large ball of flames and thick smoke suddenly erupted from the rear of an M3 vehicle that was parked behind a ditch and waiting for its turn. The loud explosion of the fuel tank and the chain reaction of explosions caused by the detonation of ammunition inside the vehicle created a terrifying fireball!
Another armored vehicle that tried to speed away was hit directly on the side by a bazooka from the infantry in front of it, and instantly became a burning torch.

In the center of the battlefield, shrouded in white mist, two torrents of steel collided with a deafening roar amidst the smoke!

"Hit the smoking track on the left!"

Wu Wanli's roar reverberated in the cramped fighting compartment of Tank No. 1, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The driver stared with bloodshot eyes, his hands pressing hard on the control lever. The tracks of the No. 1 tank churned up the blood-soaked mud, and the tank slammed sideways into a French Sherman tank whose tracks were damaged!

"Clang—Crack—!!"

The deafening sounds of metal clashing and tearing echoed across the battlefield!

Two massive armored behemoths, each weighing tens of tons, collided violently!
The French tank was hit by the huge impact and its entire body was violently thrown to the right. The damaged track on the right front could no longer support it and broke off completely with a crash!
Twisted track plates and road wheel fragments flew everywhere!

The armor belt of the Pershing tank No. 1 was also badly dented, but the structure remained intact.

The violent tremors made everyone inside the No. 1 tank shake violently, as if their internal organs were about to jump out of their throats!

"Liu Hanqing! Turn right! Turn right!"

Wu Wanli was slammed heavily against the cold bulkhead by the enormous inertia, and when he glanced at the left rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, he immediately shouted.

A Sherman's massive cannon was pointed directly at the rear of their vehicle, which had been thrown off balance by the impact!

The Panzer I veered sharply to the right amidst a screeching sound of the chains scraping, the immense inertia nearly causing the tracks to slip!

Almost simultaneously, as it grazed the vehicle to avoid the attack, a blazing streak of light, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, slammed into the spot where Tank Number One had just been standing!

The earth was blasted into a charred crater!

It was the main gun of the French tank that they had previously shaken off!
"Fuck it! Get it!"

Wu Wanli wiped away the blood flowing from his forehead where he had been hit, and roared.

The rotary motor of the No. 1 tank turret hummed under the strain, and the gun barrel struggled but resolutely straightened its direction.

Liu Hanqing's finger was already hovering over the trigger, his eyes fixed on the Sherman in the scope, whose huge side profile was exposed due to the pursuit!
"boom!!!"

The armor-piercing shell roared out of the cannon barrel!

The firelight illuminated the hull of Tank No. 1, which was covered in mud and blood.

The shell blasted into the relatively weak rear side engine compartment of the Sherman without any hindrance!
The scorching metal jet, carrying shattered armor, violently penetrated the vehicle's interior!

A dull, grating explosion, as if from the depths of hell, erupted from inside the French tanks!

The tank's turret was violently thrown off by a terrifying force, tumbling through the air before crashing to the ground! Its hull also exploded, spewing out orange-red fireballs mixed with flashes of secondary explosives and billowing black smoke, illuminating the entire center of the battlefield in a ghastly white light!
Several French tank crewmen, their bodies ablaze with flames, crawled out through the gaps in the hatches that were never fully opened, only to be engulfed in the raging fire!
The air was instantly filled with the nauseating smell of burnt flesh.

The smoke and thick white smoke mingled, creating chaos at the center of the impact.

Lieutenant Colonel Zidane's command M4 was like a wounded but still ferocious lion, charging left and right through the thick fog and firelight!

Its turrets spun violently, and its main guns continuously spewed fire!
An armor-piercing round accurately hit a Chinese T-34 that was attempting to flank it from the right!

The shell slammed into the upper part of the frontal armor of the T-34. Although it failed to penetrate the thick main armor, the huge impact almost blew the turret off and shattered the commander's periscope.

The crew inside instantly bled from their ears and noses and lost their fighting ability. The tank shook violently a few times and then collapsed in place, emitting thick smoke.

Another high-explosive shell struck a Chinese armored personnel carrier that was accompanying the charge, the explosion blowing off half of the roof. The assault infantry inside suffered heavy casualties, and their cries of pain filled the air.

"Get on that insignia tank! Don't let it retract! Tank number four! Armor-piercing rounds! Aim at its rear idler wheel and track engagement!"

Looking at the situation on the Tianyan map, Wu Wanli immediately gritted his teeth and gave the order.

In the armored formation, a Pershing tank positioned at the rear suddenly braked, its massive body coming to a stop. The heavy turret made its final adjustments almost as soon as the wheels stopped turning, and the long gun barrel steadily pointed at the target.

Sparks flew from the muzzle!

The armor-piercing projectile struck like lightning, instantly penetrating the junction between the idler wheel and the drive wheel on the left rear side of Zidane's vehicle!
"Crack—crack-crack-crack—!"

The sounds of breaking chains and shattering gears pierced the battlefield's clamor.

The Sherman, which was moving at high speed, suddenly stopped like a galloping horse that had been tripped by a tripwire!
Its left track snapped completely with a loud crash, and the metal parts that fell off the road wheel flew around like darts!
The tank, having lost its balance, tilted violently to the lower left, spun halfway around, and crushed several French infantrymen who were trying to protect it from the side and rear into the mud under its tracks!

"Charge! Tear them apart!"

A prehistoric, gruff roar rang out on the walkie-talkie channel.

He led his guard battalion soldiers, disregarding the fire from the remaining French infantrymen who were firing their submachine guns and automatic rifles, and charged forward fearlessly!
Several soldiers suddenly threw cluster grenades under the tilted tank chassis!
The explosion's flames and smoke enveloped the entire vehicle!
Another group of guards rushed into the blind spot of the tank's observation window, trying to smash the hatch locks with shovels. Some even grabbed explosives and lunged at the paralyzed tracks!

The French resistance reached its most frenzied peak at this moment!
Seeing the core tank surrounded, the surviving dozens of elite French infantrymen, like desperate trapped beasts, howled and leaped out from behind the broken bunkers and shell craters.

They unleashed firepower with all their weapons at the charging Chinese soldiers and tanks!
A dense hail of bullets struck the Pershing tank's sloping upper glacis armor, sending up a flurry of sparks and producing a clanging sound.

A French lieutenant, clutching a bundle of explosives, his face contorted with almost ferocious fanaticism, roared "Vive la France!" as he charged toward Wu Wanli's No. 1 tank, attempting to crawl under it!

However, the next second, he was swept in half by a burst of 7.62mm bullets from the coaxial machine gunner of the No. 1 tank, and half of his body, along with his ejected internal organs, twitched in the mud.

Another French soldier knelt on one knee, shouldering a heavy recoilless rifle, and aimed at another T-34 that was firing from the side and front!

Before he could pull the trigger, a grenade thrown by one of Gao Daxing's veterans landed precisely at his feet, exploding him and his weapon into a bloody mess with a loud "boom"!
"Damn it, charge! Ram them!"

Zidane saw the horrific state of the French soldiers through the periscope and immediately roared in anger.

Not long after, the command M4 tank he was in suddenly swerved to the side, its heavy body crashing into the track guard of a Chinese T-34 tank. The ear-piercing metallic scraping sound drowned out the roar of the gunfire.

Steel clashed against steel, sparks flying like blood at their point of contact, making the scene particularly brutal in this narrow, hellish place of carnage.

In the brief moment of shock, a Pershing tank, heavily armored, burst out from the side and rear.

The heavy tracks rolled over gravel and the wreckage of broken French infantry fortifications that had not been cleared in time, while the main gun was steadily aimed at the base of the right road wheel of Zidane's vehicle.

"boom!"

With a deafening bang, Zidane's tough armored behemoth shuddered violently, and his entire right side collapsed completely.

The tank tilted violently, and heavy pieces of broken tracks scattered and embedded themselves deeply in the soil of the slope.

Its shoe broke!

At this moment, Lei Gong's artillery fire was precisely shifted to the outer perimeter of the French artillery battery in the northern district, unleashing a dense barrage that cut off the French artillery's coverage and support for the central battlefield.

Thick smoke and shrapnel intertwined to form a moving high wall, cutting away the lifeline of the French infantry.

The French infantry's charging formation instantly turned into a frothy mess.

The soldiers were thrown over by the massive shockwave, tossed into the air like ripped pieces of cloth, their limbs scattered haphazardly in the torn air.

The trucks and armored personnel carriers that were advancing along with them were turned into piles of burning, twisted wreckage by the close-range attacks of rocket launchers and cluster grenades from Gao Daxing's assault detachment.

Gao Daxing's rough, hoarse roar pierced through the blast: "Go! Don't stop! Don't let the panting ones get away!"

He himself was carrying a submachine gun, his figure rapidly maneuvering and advancing between the burning truck wreckage and the billowing smoke.

The assault detachment soldiers followed closely behind, like an unstoppable iron torrent, forcefully cutting between the French armor and the rear infantry.

The elite French infantry unit that accompanied the armored company in its charge was instantly plunged into hell.

Ahead lay the chaotic burning of tanks and the corpses of troop carriers that fired incessantly but could not move an inch; behind them were the sharp blades of Gao Daxing's detachment piercing through the burning flames.

Both sides were dead ends blocked by the main guns of Pershing tanks and a hail of bullets from submachine guns.

This is a true inferno of armored cuts and infantry infiltration!

The French troops' attempts to establish weak firing positions using troop carriers proved futile against the fiercely advancing Gao Daxing assault detachment.

Hand-to-hand combat, machine gun fire, the muffled thud of grenades exploding inside armored vehicles... the battlefield was chaotic to the boiling point, and brutal to the extreme.

Inside Tank No. 1
"All tanks advance and clear out any remaining infantry positions! Tell Gao Daxing to stop engaging in close combat and focus all his efforts on tearing open the right flank!"

Wu Wanli shouted the order into the radio.

The moment the order was given, the pace of the battle changed.

Gao Daxing's assault formation suddenly changed. As the vanguard charged toward the remaining armored vehicles, the elite combat teams immediately pounced on the French army's crumbling right flank, firing rocket launchers from multiple angles!

There, the fragile barbed wire, mixed with unfinished barricades and landmine markings, served only as a symbolic obstacle.

"Up, up, up!"

Gao Daxing's voice was like a war drum striking flesh and blood, throwing the French army into complete chaos.

Amidst the sweltering heat of steel and the stench of burning corpses, the assault team swept across the land like the calmest yet deadliest storm.

The surviving French soldiers had only a dull, ashen face, like broken puppets whose souls had been taken away.

The act of disarming is numb, like performing an instinctive yet utterly unfamiliar ritual.

The Chinese tank formation slowly tightened its encirclement like a silent mountain range, its engines emitting a heavy, deep, and continuous roar that shook the ground.

Ultimately, all the turrets that could rotate were aimed at the center of the circle, at the command M4 tank whose tracks were broken and whose turret hatches had been blown off.

Of the French troops that launched the attack, only this tank remained standing.

The heavy hatch of Tank No. 1 was suddenly pushed open.

Wu Wanli climbed onto the turret, drew his gleaming American-made M1911 from his waist, and looked at Zidane, saying:
"As a soldier, you've already surpassed countless French soldiers in terms of fighting ability."

Surrender, and I'll apply for the same treatment you'd receive as the commander of the 1st Marine Division.

The remaining clamor on the battlefield was eerily suppressed for a few seconds, and even the breath of steel seemed to freeze at that moment.

All eyes were drawn to that cold, dangling finger—a gesture pointing to the end.

"Hey, Captain, why bother with all this trouble?"
Didn't you say to us before that the French army was just a bunch of white flag soldiers?
Raising the white flag sooner or later makes no difference! They're all troops used to surrender anyway.

"The White Flag Army? Damn it!"

If it weren't for those damned white feathers from World War I...

If they hadn't pierced the backs of French soldiers with their contemptuous feathers, the French army would still be invincible!
You only saw the French army surrender in World War II, but you didn't see the French army, which was the main force in World War I, ultimately defeating the German army in the bloody Battle of Verdun!
Just wait, all women are the same; betrayal is always so vicious!

You...you Chinese are the same!
Just you wait! That day will come crashing down on your heads too!!

Just wait for the day when humiliation and betrayal completely strip away your self-respect!

After saying that, he gripped the gleaming French army pistol and, with the last of his strength, rammed the barrel deep into the crevice of his jawbone!
Long live France!

Lieutenant Colonel Zidane's roar was as piercing as tearing silk, shattering the deathly silence of the battlefield.

"boom--!!!"

A dull thud rang out, and a spray of blood mixed with indescribable brain tissue erupted, carrying an extremely brief burst of heat as it splashed onto the scorching, deformed side of the tank turret.

Zidane's body jerked upwards suddenly, as if struck fiercely from below by an invisible giant hammer, and then, losing the support of gravity, he fell straight backwards.

The heavy impact slammed into the haphazardly stacked ammunition boxes and the several huddled, lifeless corpses of soldiers.

Blood, like an uncontrolled spring, silently spread along the rough wood grain of the ammunition box.

"Commander-in-Chief, this..."

Gao Daxing looked at Zidane, who dared to sacrifice himself for his country, and a hint of respect flashed in his eyes.

"After the war, arrange for a proper burial."

The French commanders, armored units, and elite troops who dared to attack were all gone. Take this opportunity to capture all the outer positions of Fupingli!
Tell the comrades that there is no need to kill them all. Drive the wounded and defeated French and British soldiers into Fupingli for supplies and medicine.

"Then we'll surround them and get a lot of the UN forces' misplaced airdrops."

Wu Wanli thought for a moment and then gave the order.

"This... surround the enemy and create an airdrop supply point?"

Right!

Keep bombing them, inflicting casualties and destroying their fortifications. Once we're ready to take them down at any time, we can surround them and resupply them.

Moreover, it doesn't require many people; a small number of elite troops can handle situations where the enemy's camp is full of wounded soldiers.

Captain, you're too tall!

However, there are instances where UN forces accidentally drop items that are captured, but the probability is at most 10%, and most of the time it's even less than 10%. Isn't that a bit low?

After praising him, Gao Daxing asked a question.

"So, by reducing their radius and compressing their large numbers of personnel into a small space, wouldn't that increase the difficulty for them to airdrop their troops?"

"Order the entire army to immediately sweep through the outer defenses of Fupingli! Quickly!"

After Wu Wanli finished explaining, he immediately urged.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Daxing immediately agreed.

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Military orders are absolute.

After Wu Wanli issued the order, the Seventh Steel Brigade immediately began to operate at an even higher efficiency.

Lei Gong's artillery positions have completed their second forward movement, and their range now fully covers the target enemy positions.

The howitzer raised its barrel after being placed behind a well-constructed semi-underground bunker.

With the help of artillery scopes and simple rangefinders, the volunteer artillerymen quickly calculated the propellant charge and firing angle, and shells were loaded into the breech one by one.

"Ready—Fire!!!"

Lei Gong roared and waved his command flag down.

The next moment, the earth trembled violently.

Rows of fire roared and tore through the air, while shells whistled as they crashed into the distant American positions under the cover of night.

The explosions lit up the sky with intense flashes of light, and a muffled roar echoed across the mountains, sending up towering piles of earth and rocks, along with shattered building debris.

This is not a rapid barrage aimed at killing infantry, but a sustained and precise suppressive artillery barrage.

The goal was to destroy exposed firing positions, suppress enemy artillery, and, more importantly, to completely crush the will of the defenders through continuous bombardment.

Meanwhile, a deadly fire net is being silently spread around the high ground, commanding heights, and key highway points within a three-kilometer radius of the core area of ​​Fupingli.

Yu Congrong personally led the core members of the fire support detachment and directed the heavy machine gun platoons and mortar teams under his command to establish a circular support point.

Heavy machine guns were fixed to precast concrete bases or sturdy natural rock bunkers, with long 7.62 mm ammunition belts inserted into the receiving cover.

The 60mm and 82mm mortars created deep firing craters, and the gunners repeatedly adjusted the firing parameters by the faint starlight.

Gao Daxing's assault detachment transformed into battlefield scavengers and ironclad engineers, clearing out enemy soldiers on the perimeter.

The combat engineer company soldiers were working frantically on the critical path leading to the core area.

The huge excavator roared as it pushed soil, rubble, and even the wreckage of collapsed houses into the middle of the road.

Anti-tank trenches, more than two meters deep and three meters wide, appeared on roads and open areas, cutting off and surrounding the core area of ​​the US military.

Wu Wanli sat upright inside the turret of the Pershing tank No. 1, calmly observing everything through the commander's periscope.

The light spots of the Sky Eye system moved on the real-time updated situation map, and the deployment of our own forces tightened slowly but steadily like an iron ring.

With no commander in command and most of their fortifications destroyed, the French army was simply unable to resist.

In addition, the Seventh Steel Brigade's tactics were very steady, essentially advancing step by step, reinforcing simple fortified firing points while launching a retreating offensive.

As a result, the defeated French and British troops could not even scatter and flee, and could only retreat back into Fupingli.

Fupingli, the mixed regiment command post

"How's the battle going?"

"I asked Henry, the battalion commander and combined regiment commander of the U.S. Army."

"French Lieutenant Colonel Zidane and British Lieutenant Colonel Beckham were killed in action, and the remaining French and British troops, totaling 1,200 men, retreated to Fupingli."

However, they were mostly wounded, and some ammunition and supplies were left outside and could not be brought back.

"Our medicines, supplies, and ammunition may run out later..."

A U.S. Army chief of staff reported.

"No problem, request air transport supplies from higher authorities."

This is the most convenient and fastest logistical and evacuation line for the US 2nd Division; they won't ignore it.

"But now that all the outer defenses are gone, we don't know how much longer we can hold out..."

Commander Henry sighed and said.

"Yes, sir!!!"

Upon hearing this, the US Chief of Staff lowered his head and replied.

(End of this chapter)