Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 333 Regardless of Vietnam, India, or the Soviet Union, we'll still fight! Wu Wanli prepares in advance! The Fupingli strategy advances!

Inside the headquarters of the Seventh Steel Corps, outside Fuping Village
"Wanli, all the intelligence, reconnaissance information, and the prisoners' confessions are here."

Liu Hanqing handed the last document to Wu Wanli and said.

"That's enough. Give this coordinate I wrote down to the Air Force and let them use this coordinate as the bombing center for their bombing."

After this bombing run, the enemy's vehicles, guns, and artillery in Bupyeong-ri will basically be reduced to scrap metal.

After pretending to carefully read through all the documents in his hand, Wu Wanli wrote down a coordinate and handed it to Liu Hanqing.

"This... the commander-in-chief has deduced the location of the logistics warehouse in Fuping Village."

I've also reviewed some of those materials, and much of their accuracy is questionable; there are even contradictions!

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong said with a hint of surprise.

"Who is our commander-in-chief? He is a once-in-a-century genius tactician!"
One person can be worth a thousand troops!
With so much data and intelligence, deducing the location of a mere logistics warehouse in Fuping Village is no easy task!

Once the captain is confirmed, there's no doubt about it!

Upon hearing this, Gao Daxing spoke with great trust.

"Of course I'm sure. Hanqing, send someone to generate the electricity!"

Wu Wanli looked at the scene in the Sky Eye map and said with a smile.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately agreed and handed the coordinate map to the communications officer.

"The commander ordered the air force to bomb again in order to completely cut off the enemy's supply lines in Fupingli, thereby increasing their urgency to obtain supplies."

In this way, the US military's air resupply will arrive faster and in greater quantities.

The commander-in-chief intercepted airdropped supplies, allowing his plan to establish a war criminal supply battalion to be implemented to its fullest potential.

Lei Gong took a puff of his pipe, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Therefore, the commander-in-chief had another reason for ordering us to follow and drive the British and French troops in, rather than exterminate them."

The British, French and American troops were all stationed in Fupingli. Abandoning them would have a very negative political and diplomatic impact. Therefore, even though Ridgway realized this, he still had to send in a large amount of supplies.

The commander-in-chief is too tall; this is a calculated move!

Pinghe thought for a moment, then couldn't help but look at Wu Wanli with fervent admiration and praise him.

"Hahahaha... Not bad, comrades, you've fought alongside us for so long, and your tactical thinking has improved a lot."

However, we can't just consider the problem from an isolated perspective; we need to broaden our thinking. Is this really just for resupply?

Wu Wanli looked at everyone and asked.

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged glances, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.

"Commander, you can make me charge into battle, but I can barely manage to figure out any tactical things."

If we're talking about raising it to a strategic level, I, Lao Yu, really don't have the brains for that.

"We'll just do whatever the captain says!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong immediately scratched his head and said...

"Exactly, exactly. With the commander-in-chief fighting alongside us, what else is there to worry about?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Daxing smiled and echoed his sentiment.

"It's fine for this old man to think this way, but you young people can't let the captain's good intentions go to waste..."

Lei Gong took a puff of his pipe and pondered.

"With painstaking efforts... does the Captain think that we will all be able to stand on our own one day in the future?"

Judging from the current battle situation, it seems the Americans will be defeated before we even have a chance to lead our own armies.

Pinghe pondered for a moment and then asked.

"Hey... Americans don't surrender so easily."

Their national strength is too great. How can the United States give in if we don't wear them down until they suffer greatly?
I recently served as a negotiating military attaché to participate in the negotiations.

They did offer many very favorable terms.

If it weren't for the additional things that were hard for us to accept...

That may well be the day when our nation forges a new order in East Asia through its founding war.

Even if China has no intention of seeking hegemony, with these advantages, other countries will consider us the master of East Asia.

Unfortunately, the Americans made exorbitant demands, and none of these agreements were reached!

Wu Wanli sighed.

"What conditions?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong asked curiously.

"We can deploy troops in Xiaori, as well as the Southeastern Islands and the Ryukyu Islands..."

Wu Wanli said.

"What!?

"Although I, Old Yu, am not very educated, with so many places, how much more land would there be for us Chinese to cultivate?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong immediately spoke up.

"Old Yu has no ambition at all; all he thinks about is farming."

Now that we have more territory, we can speak with much more confidence.

We have plenty of room to store all our warships!
Most importantly, we can now deploy our troops to hold off the Japanese devils and prevent them from attacking again!

Even... Hmph!

If I were the commander of the Japanese garrison, they would be in for a treat!
"Commander-in-Chief, what conditions did the Americans propose that caused the negotiations to break down?"

After thinking for a moment, Gao Daxing immediately asked.

"In layman's terms, it means that our customs tariffs have been abolished, and the Americans can come in and squeeze our business at will, making all the money."

Their warships can freely enter our inland seas and even inland rivers and lakes.

We will be reduced to the semi-colonial state we were in before.

Under these additional conditions, we wouldn't agree even if they gave us the entire Pacific Ocean!

Wu Wanli took a deep breath and said.

As soon as Wu Wanli finished speaking, the air in the command post froze instantly.

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong's face, weathered by countless battles, flushed crimson, and his eyes bulged like copper bells as he roared, "What?! Customs duties have been abolished?!"
Do you think the Americans can just come in and squeeze out our business?!

We want their warships to sail into our inland rivers and lakes?!

Damn it! How is this any different from the warlords, bandits, Kuomintang, and Japanese devils of yesteryear?!

The new China was built with so much hard work, with countless bloodshed and the deaths of so many comrades. Was it all just to be someone's grandson, their lapdog?!
That's utter bullshit!

Gao Daxing's fist clenched instantly, his knuckles turning white, and his voice was low but filled with anger as he said:
"I curse the American imperialists and their ancestors for eight generations!"
Gunboats are sailing into our Yangtze and Yellow Rivers?!
Let their ships swagger around right under the noses of us ordinary people?
They would have dared to do that a hundred years ago, but now? Don't even think about it!

Our soldiers' bones could fill the entire Pacific Ocean to bring us to where we are today!
The commander-in-chief is right. Even if we give them the entire Pacific Ocean, they can forget about riding on our necks and shitting on us again!
This isn't 'talking,' this is trying to chain us up like dogs! Dream on!

Lei Gong took a deep drag on his pipe, and the sparks in the pipe seemed to be ignited by the anger in his heart, producing a loud "sizzle".

He took off his pipe and slammed it heavily on the sole of his shoe. His old but sharp eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot veins and anger as he said, "Before, when the foreign devils' gunboats came to our door, we had to cede territory and pay reparations. How long have we been living as slaves and livestock?"
This new China was built on countless lives and countless sacrifices, and its independence and self-reliance were forged through immense effort!
Want to go back?

Unless they step over the ashes of our old bones!

Even the usually calm and collected Pinghe tensed up at this moment, his eyes as cold as iron, and he spat out each word through gritted teeth: "We fought until we were all drenched in blood to create this new world. Whoever wants to put us back in our leashes will have to dabble in their blood all over it again!"
Americans are too naive to think that they can make the Chinese nation kneel down again with airplanes and cannons.
The pride in our bones is harder than the frozen soil of North Korea!

Liu Hanqing took off his hat and said in a low but firm voice, "The commander-in-chief is right, this is the line of national shame!"

We remember the suffering of being a semi-colonial society vividly!
So many comrades sacrificed their lives, so much blood was shed, not so that they could surrender in another form!

I won't agree to these conditions!
Not a single point can be agreed to!
Anyone who dares to agree will be letting down the comrades who sacrificed their lives!

"We'd rather fight to the last bullet of our Seventh Steel Brigade than let our motherland suffer such shame again!"

Wu Wanli looked at the faces before him, burning with rage, and listened to their cries that came from the deepest part of their hearts and were etched into their bones.

Every word embodies a century of humiliation and struggle, and carries the testimonies of countless heroes.

This is not just simple anger, but a grief and indignation at a nation that has just stood up straight only to be maliciously struck down. It is a roar of determination to defend the independence and dignity that has been watered with blood!

"We can't just be angry. This incident also shows that imperialism's desire to destroy China will never die."

The stronger we fight, the more they will fear and suppress us to prevent us from becoming too powerful.

It's not just the United States; there are many imperialist countries that want to break the backbone of our new China.

In my view, Vietnam to the southeast, India to the southwest, and even the Soviet Union to the north are all potential enemies from a strategic perspective...

Even after the Korean War, we cannot simply lay down our weapons and let our horses graze freely.

Our motherland and people need the eternal protection of the sword of justice. Whoever dares to come, we will fight to the bitter end!
Anyone who attempts to infringe upon the interests of the Chinese people, whether it's Vietnam, the Soviet Union, or India, we'll fight them!

Wu Wanli clenched his fist and said domineeringly.

Yu Congrong was the first to jump up, waving his fist and shouting in a hoarse voice, "Commander-in-Chief! I, Old Yu, may not know anything else, but I know how to fight!"
Strive to be the people's warriors and protect our land!
Anyone who dares to stop us from farming or let our fellow villagers go hungry, we'll rush up and fight them to the death, wiping out these bastards! Not a single one will be left alive!
Just like you said, as long as anyone attempts to infringe upon the interests of the Chinese people, we'll fight them, regardless of whether it's Vietnam, the Soviet Union, India, or any other country!

Gao Daxing slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his chest heaving, and roared, "That's right! Our Seventh Steel Brigade is the Great Wall of our motherland!"
Anyone who dares to cause trouble and hinder our construction of a new China will be sent to their doom by our guns!

We will defend this land, won with our blood, even if it means death!

Lei Gong abruptly put down his pipe, his aged hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes burned with anger as he said, "I've already risked everything with these old bones!"

We must strive to be warriors of the people. Anyone who tries to harm our crops or bully our people, we will fight them!

Fight them until their country is destroyed and their race is wiped out!

The new China was won with the lives of our comrades; we will never allow anyone to trample on it!

Pinghe tensed, his voice low yet piercing like steel nails: "The commander's words are etched into our bones! We will strive to be soldiers of the people, to defend our homeland. Whoever interferes with farming or disrupts production, we will eliminate them! No matter how many sacrifices we make, it's all worthwhile, so that our descendants will never again suffer at the hands of foreign devils!"

"Vietnam, India, the Soviet Union, potential enemies..."

Liu Hanqing murmured these words, his brows furrowed, a trace of sorrow settling in his eyes.

"Hanqing, what are you thinking about?"

Upon seeing this, Wu Wanli asked in a low voice.

Oh, it's nothing.

I just wanted to write to my father about what you said today and see what his thoughts are.

If there really are those potential threats, I really hope we can prepare in advance...

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing smiled and said.

"I am now training these team leaders to be able to take charge independently, which is also a way of preparing in advance."

We cannot look at tactical issues in isolation. The bombing of the logistics warehouse in Fupingli was not just about the speculation about the war criminal supply battalion...

Wu Wanli sighed and said.

"From a strategic perspective, Fupingli is still the fastest evacuation route and the most convenient logistical route for the Second Division of the US Army within Yangkou City."

If we besiege them for too long without attacking, these three thousand British, French and American troops, lacking supplies, will not be able to break out.

In this situation, it would interfere with the strategic judgment of the US Second Division, making them hesitant.

If they send a detachment to support their breakout, we can easily surround and attack their reinforcements!

If their entire division breaks through the encirclement of Commander Li Yunlong's troops and launches a large-scale attack in an attempt to rescue them and then retreat, we might as well just take Fupingli first!

At that time, the US Second Division had already marched out of the city for some time, and was being pursued by the large army led by Commanders Li Yunlong, Kong Jie, and Ding Wei, making it difficult to change course and retreat towards Zhangmuli.

In this situation, as long as we hold Fupingli and withstand the attack of the US 2nd Division, we can join forces with Commander Li Yunlong's Eastern Front Assault Group to launch a pincer attack and annihilate the US 2nd Division!
Unless they withstand political and diplomatic pressure and make the difficult decision to abandon the mixed British, French, and American forces at Fupingli and instead choose to break out directly towards Zhangmuli, their chances of survival might be much greater.

But if that were the case, the morale of the UN forces would suffer a heavy blow, and they might even become suspicious of each other, each fearing that they would be at the front while others would run away.

Liu Hanqing looked at the battle map and thought for a long time before speaking.

"A political commissar is a political commissar indeed; his strategic vision is truly remarkable. He can speak so eloquently in such a short time!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong immediately praised him.

"Of course, our political commissar studied in the Soviet Union."

However, if the political commissar hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have realized that our commander's strategy had so many benefits.

Not only did they solve our supply problem, they also strangled the US Second Division!

Upon hearing this, Gao Daxing immediately sighed.

"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, our air force bombing plan has been approved by the higher command."

The air force is already preparing to take off; they should arrive soon!

At this moment, a staff officer from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army strode in and reported.

"So fast, it was approved in the short time we were talking."

Pinghe was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

"Our Seventh Steel Brigade is the sharpest ace knife of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. The approval process is just a formality. It's not surprising."

Lei Gong chuckled and took a puff of his pipe, then said...

"Then let's wait and see Ridgway and the US 2nd Division's reaction after the air force finishes bombing."

Tell the comrades to rest and recuperate; there are still tough battles to fight!

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli immediately gave the order.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately agreed.

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Deep within the core position of Fupingli, the command post of the mixed British, French, and American regiment was brightly lit.

Major Allison, the Chief of Staff, held a badly worn folder and said in a dry voice:

"Sir, this is a summary of the situation in the city."

Only three water sources remain, from which a small amount of groundwater can still be extracted. At the current rate of consumption, this will last for a maximum of two days.

Our medical kits were already empty, and we only had one last batch of penicillin left, which was about to run out.

The French soldiers who were being evacuated were dying one after another. They had almost no field bandaging skills, and the mortality rate of the wounded soldiers climbed to... 60%.

The British battalion suffered relatively light casualties, but morale... was extremely low.

Henry's sunken eyes, bloodshot and glancing at the glaring numbers on the report, sighed and said:

"go on."

Allison lowered his voice even further, a hint of unease in it:

"The most difficult issue is the distribution of supplies. Representatives of the French and British armies have just formally submitted a joint protest."

They accused us of prioritizing the allocation of the last supplies to US military camps..."

Henry looked up abruptly, as if burned, and forced a cold laugh through clenched teeth:

That last bit of supply was like a drop in the ocean!

Is there any doubt that we should prioritize protecting our core forces?
Are you suggesting that my soldiers should fight on an empty stomach and with their bare hands?

If they hadn't been defeated so quickly and lost so much of their supplies outside the city, we wouldn't be in such dire straits!
Tell me, what did they all ask for?

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Allison's forehead as he continued in a low voice, "They...they insist on completely equal treatment in terms of ammunition, food, and medicine."

The British forces, in particular, are now demanding partial command of the existing tanks and heavy artillery within Fupingri in order to maintain the integrity of the defensive system.

Upon hearing this, the command post fell into a deathly silence.

The U.S. Army communications soldier forgot to operate the radio, and the clerk's hand holding the pen hung in mid-air.

Commander Henry froze for a full three seconds, the gloom in his eyes seeming to freeze into icicles, before scoffing:
“Hahahahahahahahahaha…!
Divide into tanks? Divide into heavy artillery?!

A group of 'gentlemen' who lost all their cannons in two days and were driven into Fuping Village by those yellow-skinned workers and farmers?
Tell me, how utterly shameless must someone be to dare demand a share of our last reserves after just escaping through our open firing line?!

The chief of staff's face flushed red and then paled, his lips moving as he said, "Colonel, perhaps we should consider negotiation...after all, they can still provide support in defense..."

Henry slammed his hand on the steel ammunition box piled with junk in a fit of rage and roared, "Negotiation?!"

Look outside, we're surrounded!
They were surrounded and killed in a tiny place by that devil called the Seventh Steel Brigade and that Wu Wanli!
Every anti-tank gun, every shell, is a matter of whether you'll be standing or dead in the next second!

What right do they have to discuss this with me?
Do they use their crushing defeat and rout to prove their ability?
Relay my orders!
Immediately select a platoon of elite infantry, plus some guards, to form a wartime military police force!

Their mission is to maintain the highest level of wartime discipline among all combat units and personnel, regardless of nationality, within the Fupingli defense zone!

Anyone who dares to make irresponsible remarks about the allocation of supplies, spread panic, incite discontent, or seize materials or weapons, regardless of rank or nationality, will be detained on the spot!

Keep a close eye on those French and British who have just suffered a defeat and are filled with resentment and fear!
Tell them there is only one command post and one voice here!
"Either obey orders and open fire, or you'll be put on the military police's prison van! Understand?!"

"Understood, Colonel!"

The command post was filled with solemn silence. The officers responded reflexively, but deep in their eyes, they were all trembling.

The chief of staff of the mixed regiment swallowed hard, but the sigh was eventually suppressed, turning into a dry "Yes, sir!"

He picked up the folder, his knuckles turning almost white from the force.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave this suffocating space, an accident occurred!
"Woo-wu-wu-"

The piercing, shrill air raid siren suddenly tore through all the noise! ​​"Air raid! Air raid—!"
It's a formation of Chinese Air Force aircraft! A huge, dark mass! Diving down from the northwest corner!

And...and even higher up, a formation of MiG fighters providing cover! God! They're their main bombers!

The curtain was violently flung open, and the guard sergeant on the perimeter, his face ashen and eyes wide, screamed incoherently.

boom!
A muffled explosion, as if it came from the earth's own chest, first rang out in the direction far from the command post and closer to the east side of the city!

The blast-proof layer covering the roof of the command post was shaken like a sieve, and sand and dust fell down. The lights flickered violently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim!

hum!
A deeper, more chilling roar of engines drowned out the boom of the high-explosive bomb, rapidly approaching from afar!
That was a death scream as it swooped down!
"boom--!"

A deafening roar, far exceeding any previous explosion, and a blinding flash erupted simultaneously in the streets far from the command post!
The flames consumed all the wooden and flammable structures in the area at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye!
The storm generated by the fire swept across the scorching airflow and spread instantly, the shockwave slamming into the entrance of the underground command center!

"Dangdang!"

The heavy steel sealed door was dented and deformed by the impact!

Colonel Henry's face was contorted in the violently shaking, dim light. He grabbed the handheld radio and roared, "Evacuate! Everyone to the core air-raid shelter!"

Immediately! Quickly!

Communications! Call for air support immediately! This is the core command post in Fuping Village!
We are under saturation bombardment!

Repeat, saturation bombardment! Fighter support needed! Air superiority! We need... Snap!

All that came through the walkie-talkie was a piercing electrical noise; all the radio channels were instantly suppressed, leaving only a vast, static sound.

"Forget about that, sir, let's get into the air-raid shelter first!"

The chief of staff of the mixed regiment loudly urged.

"Damn it... let's go!"

Commander Henry knew he couldn't hesitate, so he immediately led his men toward the air-raid shelter.

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Meanwhile, Chinese air force aircraft had already advanced over Fupingli.

Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Wanli-1 received, target parameters confirmed."

The Fupingli logistics warehouse complex, with its precise coordinates, consists of three large steel plate roof structures arranged in a triangular pattern in the central area, surrounded by auxiliary buildings.

Priority: Destroy the warehouse and its ancillary facilities and storage and transportation equipment.

Reiterate operational instructions: deliver bombs with precision, avoiding densely populated areas.

Mission objective: Cut off supplies and create conditions for intercepting subsequent airdrops.

Comrade Peter, your unit has confirmed the threat of attacking the flanks and anti-aircraft guns; secure the main attack route.

Wang Wei gave the order over the radio channel.

"Received, Comrade!"

The "Aid Korea No. 1" and its escort team are in place.

The outer air defense firing positions have been marked.

Don't worry, we'll take care of the skies.

Comrades, proceed according to the pre-arranged plan!

Peter responded with a spirited tone, his voice carrying the distinctive accents and rhythm of Slavic languages.

At this time, the size of the Chinese Air Force aircraft formation was spectacular.

Hundreds of Chinese fighter jets accelerated through the early winter sun, led by Wang Wei's "Wanli-1" and followed closely by Peter's "Yuanchao-1" leading a powerful escort formation, with a massive bomber force following behind.

On the ground, panic gripped the town of Fupingli.

The piercing air raid siren had torn apart the brief silence just minutes earlier.

The streets, which had been eerily quiet due to the siege by Chinese troops, were now filled with panicked figures.

Soldiers and logistics personnel from the US, UK, and France rushed out of their bunkers or barracks, swarming like startled ants toward the entrance to the air-raid shelter dug in the town.

Henry rushed into the reinforced air-raid shelter entrance a second before the command post collapsed, followed by Chief of Staff Allison and several staff officers.

Henry could still hear the roar of a huge engine outside before the heavy concrete door of the air-raid shelter closed.

"Report your bearing and altitude!"

While asking the navigator questions, Wang Wei manually made minor adjustments to the control stick.

As the altitude rapidly decreased, the outline of Fuping Village became increasingly clear in the field of vision.

The terrain of the valley below, the main buildings in the town, including the conspicuous water tower, and the three buildings in the target area covered with steel roofs, are as distinct as chess pieces on a chessboard.

He carefully checked the markings and visual references on the aeronautical chart.

Peter's "Aid Korea No. 1" followed steadily, its nose slightly raised.

"Altitude 4500 meters, heading 170, target area entering pre-dive calibration window, expected to reach the starting point in 30 seconds!"

The navigator's voice on the Wanli-1 fighter jet was fast and precise.

"clear!
Attention all crews, prepare to enter dive bombing route, using me as a reference!

Dive from an altitude of 4500 meters to a bombing altitude of 1200 meters, then pull up to recover!

"Peter, the outer perimeter security is your responsibility!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Wei quickly relayed the instructions to the entire bomber group.

"receive!
Soviet comrades, open your eyes wide! Ensure the main attack aircraft's dive ramp is unobstructed!
Group 1, Group 2, the front hemisphere unfolds in a fan shape!

Groups three and four, be aware of the potential threat posed by altitude differences!

Peter's voice rose a few octaves, filled with decisiveness.

Just then, without warning, puffs of gray-black smoke burst forth in the hilly area west of Fupingli Town, below the aircraft formation.

Immediately afterwards, a dense barrage of tracer bullets shot from the ground into the sky, heading straight for the massive aircraft formation.

The muffled, continuous firing of the enemy's 40mm anti-aircraft guns could be faintly transmitted through the vibrations of the aircraft, even at high altitudes.

"Attention! Two o'clock to the left front!"

Enemy anti-aircraft artillery! Quite a few! Peter!

Wang Wei immediately shouted into the radio channel.

“I see!

"Aid Korea No. 1" calls all groups; target confirmed.

Groups three and four, rotate 15 degrees to the left with me and suppress that position!
Comrade Wang Wei, you keep your course, we'll handle this!

As soon as Peter finished speaking, he decisively pushed the lever slightly to the right and simultaneously pushed the rudder to the left.

The "Aid Korea No. 1" fighter jet instantly began to turn with a beautiful sideslip maneuver, its nose pointing down at the hilly highlands where smoke was rising.

Four MiG-15s closely following him caught up without hesitation, the bombs they carried under their wings menacingly exposed to the sunlight.

"Hold on...just a little closer...now!"

Peter calmly watched the crosshairs of the sight move across the ground, his finger hovering steadily above the bomb button.

In an instant, countless aerial bombs trailing white smoke hurtled towards the anti-aircraft artillery positions on the ground like an angry swarm of bees.

The violent explosion instantly turned the hilly highlands into a sea of ​​fire, and the anti-aircraft guns that had been roaring just moments before fell silent, leaving only flickering flames.

The other two tractor-trailers that were trying to move to a different position were hit directly and turned into two burning fireballs.

At the same time, Peter's formation swept past the bombing site at extremely high dive speed, and under the enormous gravitational load, suddenly pulled up the nose, with the wings cutting through the smoke and climbing upwards.

Just as Peter's escort fleet was swiftly suppressing the anti-aircraft guns on the west side, Wang Wei, inside the cockpit of "Wanli-1," kept a close eye on the altimeter.

Peter successfully suppressed the most dangerous frontal fire, creating a crucial window for the main bombing force to dive.

"Altitude 4500 meters, pre-dive calibration complete!"
Dive from an altitude of 4500 meters to a bombing altitude of 1200 meters!
"Main attack aircraft, follow me!"

Wang Wei's voice, transmitted firmly through the radio, reached the ears of all the bomber pilots.

He took a deep breath and pushed the control lever forward and downward with both hands.

The nose of the "Wanli-1" suddenly plunged downwards, and the enormous overload force instantly pressed Wang Wei's body against the seat back.

His blood seemed to be pulled to his feet by centrifugal force, and his vision briefly darkened at the edges.

But Wang Wei gritted his teeth and maintained control of his posture, his eyes fixed on the increasingly clear target below through the sights.

Like an arrow released from a bow, the plane hurtled through the air with a sharp whistle, piercing the core of its target at a steep angle of nearly 70 degrees without hesitation.

The altimeter's pointer was spinning wildly counter-clockwise:
4000 meters…3500 meters…3000 meters…2500 meters…The massive bomber formation behind him followed in perfect unison, swooping down in close formation.

As the altitude rapidly decreases, the details of the ground become increasingly clear.

Wang Wei's pupils constricted instantly!
He saw that the huge roller shutter door of Warehouse No. 3 was open, and several trucks were frantically reversing in, clearly trying to move some supplies after the air raid siren was sounded.

The temporary supply boxes outside the warehouse were scattered everywhere, and people wearing khaki or olive green military uniforms scurried around the open space between the warehouses like ants.

This is exactly the logistics warehouse in Fupingli described in the intelligence report.

With approximately 1500 meters remaining, Wang Wei decisively shouted over the radio:
"Grenadiers, prepare! Aim at the enemy's central warehouse complex! Release in one minute!"

In an instant, the bombardier of "Wanli No. 1" became completely focused, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead and his eyes pressed tightly against the optical sight.

He subtly adjusted the attitude control levers with both hands, constantly correcting the slight deviations caused by the airflow and the angle of the dive.

The target continued to zoom in on his vision, every detail becoming clear, and his finger hovered steadily over the bomb release button.

"Height 1200 meters! Release! Release! Release!"

The moment the altimeter pointer swept across the designated mark, Wang Wei almost roared out loud, and at the same time, he pressed the main control bomb release confirmation button in the cockpit.

At the same time, the fuselage of the "Wanli-1" suddenly shook, and the two heavy aerial bombs followed the force of gravity, drawing two slightly converging ballistic curves as they plummeted downwards.

At this altitude, the entire aircraft group simultaneously pressed the bomb release button.

Countless deadly black dots broke away from the dive bombers, and the ear-piercing whistling of falling bombs instantly drowned out the roar of the engines!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Wei pulled the lever back sharply the instant he finished dropping the bomb.

The fighter jet's powerful engines roared at their maximum power, enduring enormous overload, as it struggled to level off from a dive and climb.

He felt his back being slammed against the seat by a tremendous force, and red dots flashed before his eyes, but he held the joystick tightly, keeping his eyes glued to the trajectory of the bombs in the rearview mirror.

From a first-person perspective, the entire bombing process appears to be slowed down.

He watched as the two heavy bombs dropped from his plane, "Wanli No. 1," crashed heavily into the target area after flying for only a few extremely short seconds!

"Boom!!!"

The first explosion came from the central location of the triangular warehouse, the main warehouse numbered one.

The high-explosive bomb penetrated the sturdy steel roof, and a blinding flash of light was followed by a huge, towering orange-red fireball.

Then, a dull, thunderous roar suddenly struck everyone's eardrums.

The thick concrete foundation of the warehouse below the explosion point shattered instantly, sending countless huge boulders and steel bars flying upwards.

The vast amount of supplies stored inside the warehouse were instantly torn into countless pieces by an unimaginable shockwave.

The boxes of ammunition near the epicenter were detonated, producing a series of more frequent and intense explosions.

The ground near the blast point rippled and twisted violently like the surface of water, before a shocking column of smoke rose into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the second bomb dropped by Wang Wei landed precisely between several Dodge 10-wheel trucks that were urgently reversing and trying to drive into the warehouse area of ​​Warehouse No. 3!

The moment the bomb hit the ground, the orange-red fireball expanded again and engulfed everything.

The powerful shockwave from the explosion spread outwards in a perfect sphere, and visible air ripples instantly tore apart the wreckage of several heavy trucks.

The ammunition boxes and fuel drums loaded on the truck were set ablaze, and a violent secondary explosion occurred like a chain reaction.

Flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke filled the air, creating an even larger and more raging fire!
The debris and metal fragments from the secondary explosion swept across the area around the reservoir like a storm, instantly tearing apart and knocking down several figures who were running for their lives.

With Wang Wei successfully dropping his bomb and pulling up, the main force of the entire bomber group completed its collective bombing at an altitude of 1200 meters.

A barrage of aerial bombs, like a dense rain of meteorites, relentlessly slammed into the core area of ​​the Fupingli warehouse complex!

The entire triangular warehouse structure was completely covered and swallowed up.

The explosions were no longer a single loud bang, but a continuous, deafening roar!
One after another, enormous fireballs shot into the sky from different locations in the target area, and billowing columns of black smoke connected to form a huge black curtain that blotted out the sun.

The powerful shockwaves stacked and rippled back and forth, lifting large sections of the warehouse roof that were not directly shattered!
The warehouse's load-bearing columns groaned under the continuous impact of the explosions, twisting and breaking one after another.

The massive steel frame twisted and deformed, eventually collapsing with a deafening roar!

The sound waves and blast waves generated by the explosion were transmitted far into the cockpit of the "Wanli-1" as it was climbing.

Despite the thick glass and fuselage skin, the intense air vibrations still caused the entire aircraft to vibrate, producing a buzzing, resonant noise.

Looking down through the porthole, Wang Wei saw that the core area of ​​the warehouse complex had been transformed into a chaotic, exploding, and fiercely burning inferno.

The firelight illuminated the thick smoke in a crimson glow, and the area was expanding at an alarming rate.

"Target hit! Effect confirmed!"

The navigator reported with a hint of relief and excitement.

"Evacuate immediately! Do not linger! US aircraft are likely already on their way to provide support!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Wei immediately spoke calmly.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"..."

On the other end of the radio, all the pilots responded.

Hundreds of Chinese fighter jets turned around and retreated northward without being ordered to do so.

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Inside the temporary command post of the air-raid shelter in Fupingli

"Report, Colonel Henry, the damage statistics are in!"

The chief of staff of the mixed regiment spoke in a hoarse voice.

Henry abruptly raised his head, a flicker of unease burning in his cloudy eyes, and said:

"Speak! What's the situation? What are the losses?"

The chief of staff slammed the report file on the table, his voice low and menacing:

"The Chinese Air Force's objective is very clear: our core logistics warehouse cluster!"

Damn Chinese... their bombers drop bombs with such precision it's like they have eyes!

Personnel losses... Personnel losses were concentrated in warehouse guard posts, maintenance points, and nearby air defense artillery positions.

One hundred and forty-seven men were confirmed dead, and one hundred and sixty-two were seriously wounded and unable to fight. Most of them were British and French soldiers and some technical personnel.

This number... is relatively speaking not the most catastrophic part of the bombing.

But logistics... are all ruined, sir!
The logistics reserve warehouse was completely destroyed!
More than 90% of the supplies in stock... vanished instantly!

The medicine reserves you are most concerned about, apart from a few first aid kits carried by the accompanying military doctors and a few scattered antibiotics in the company's bunkers, the main medicine warehouse has been blown into a crater with a diameter of thirty meters!
Morphine, blood plasma, sulfonamides... all the life-saving drugs, more than 95% of them were lost!
The grain warehouse was directly hit and pierced by a heavy aerial bomb, and all the bagged flour, compressed biscuits and dehydrated vegetables were burned or torn to shreds by the shock wave.

The only emergency food supplies we can find right now are in a small storage room near the edge of the warehouse that wasn't completely affected by the flood. It's only enough to sustain our current troops for less than two days.

They were mostly canned goods and instant biscuits, and some of them were damaged and contaminated by the explosion.

The ammunition depot was in slightly better condition... only in that it wasn't completely detonated, preventing a greater disaster.

But the losses were equally devastating.

More than 80 percent of the stockpiled artillery shells, including mortar shells and anti-aircraft shells, which were originally enough to support a high-intensity defense for three weeks, have been lost!

The ammunition currently scattered in several fortified bunkers is only enough for all our artillery to fire two basic salvos, and the stockpile of hand grenades has also decreased by nearly 60%.

The worst part is the fuel! Both semi-buried fuel supply points are completely destroyed!
The fire caused by the leaking gasoline had just been barely extinguished by British engineers.

The remaining diesel and gasoline are only enough to power the armored vehicles and main transport trucks for less than sixteen kilometers!
All the backup generators are almost out of fuel!
Sir, overall, this bombing has destroyed almost 90% of our material resources! Medicines are scarce.

If wounded soldiers cannot be treated, infections and sepsis will increase exponentially!
Without enough food, soldiers will quickly lose their strength, and their morale will collapse in an instant!

With our ammunition stockpile depleted, all our heavy weapons will become expensive decorations!
Once the fuel runs out, tanks and armored vehicles become fixed coffins, and their last ability to break out will be completely lost!

We have reached the most critical moment!

Upon hearing this, Henry could no longer contain his rage and slammed his fist on the table, roaring:

"Damn it! You cunning and vicious Chinese fox!"
They didn't want to launch a direct assault at all! From the very beginning, they wanted to starve us! To trap us! To wear us down and strip us bare!
These despicable and shameless butchers!

Immediately contact the UN Command and inform General Ridgway of our situation!
The Fupingli mixed regiment suffered a devastating precision bombing attack by the Chinese Air Force! Its core logistics hub was completely destroyed!
Existing supplies have been reduced to a lethal level!
More than 95% of the medicine reserves have been lost, and critically injured patients are rapidly losing their lives due to the lack of medicine to treat them!
More than 90% of grain reserves have been lost, and the remaining grain is insufficient to support the minimum survival needs for two days!
With 80% of its ammunition reserves lost, the remaining ammunition is insufficient to sustain a high-intensity defensive operation!

With 90% of fuel reserves lost, mobile equipment is on the verge of complete paralysis!
Our department is currently in a truly desperate situation!

The telegram must end clearly and explicitly stating: "Unless a strong aerial resupply is provided in time, sufficient quantities of medicine, ammunition, fuel, and food will be delivered..."

All officers and soldiers of our unit will inevitably face the inevitable situation of running out of ammunition and food, and dying from severe injuries!
Our last line of defense and breakout capability will be completely lost!

The lives of thousands of outstanding soldiers from the British Empire, the French Republic, and the United States of America will be trapped and die in this damned mountain valley!

We request that the Supreme Command immediately and fully launch a large-scale emergency airdrop resupply operation!
Otherwise… the complete annihilation of the combined British, French, and American forces would only be a matter of time—a time marked by hunger, disease, and helpless despair!

Requesting an emergency airdrop of supplies!
Otherwise, we will perish in agony! Do it immediately!

"Yes, sir!!!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the mixed regiment quickly agreed.

(End of this chapter)