Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 335 Three Divisions Attack the Steel Seventh Brigade from Both Sides; Nearly 70,000 Elite American Troops Gather! Li Yunlong's Urgent Telegram!

Inside the headquarters of the British, French and American mixed regiment in Fupingli
"Sir, something terrible has happened!"

Our aircraft group airdropped supplies to the wrong location; they all ended up on the Chinese side!

Based on observations, it's likely that 70% of the airdropped supplies have already been received by the Chinese military!

The chief of staff of the mixed regiment rushed over and reported loudly.

"What's wrong with these idiots?!"
"Our city is already running out of food and medicine, and they're actually giving away their precious supplies to the Chinese for nothing!"

Upon hearing this, Henry's group widened their eyes and roared angrily.

"Commander, the Chinese army is very cunning. They have dropped a large number of smoke bombs around Fupingli to obscure the air force's vision."

Furthermore, all the positions surrounding Fupingli were occupied by the Chinese army, and we were compressed into a small radius of space, which made blind throwing prone to errors.

In this situation, according to the Air Force's account, they said they found the location where we sent out troops waving the American flag to guide them, which happened to be an area not covered by smoke grenades.

So the situation is quite clear: this is absolutely a conspiracy by those Chinese troops!

The chief of staff of the mixed regiment sighed and said.

"Damn it, the Chinese army managed to fool them with just a little trickery!"
Immediately contact those idiots in the Air Force and guide them to put the remaining supplies into Fuping Village!

Not only that, but the eighty fighter jets escorting the transport planes will give those Chinese bandits a good beating!

They must pay the price for this behavior!
"Hurry! If we're late in contacting them, all those supplies will go to those damned Chinese!"

Commander Henry, barely suppressing his anger, roared.

"Yes, sir!!!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the mixed regiment immediately agreed and ran to make the contact.

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Not long after, over Fupingli, inside the US Navy's Eagle One fighter jet...
"What!? We threw at the wrong spot?"
Henry means that those bastards waving the Stars and Stripes below are Chinese imposters?
Damn it, the transport plane immediately changed direction and airdropped the remaining items according to the direction guided by the garrison of Fuping Village!
"Shoot down the remaining eighty fighter jets and kill all those Chinese who dared to deceive us!"

U.S. Air Force Squadron Leader Anthony gritted his teeth and roared into the radio.

"Received, over!"

"Understood, over!"

"..."

Soon, responses came over the radio from the various U.S. pilots, and the U.S. Air Force formation immediately split into two groups.

The transport plane formation flew towards the airspace above Fupingli, while the fighter jet formation approached the location where the Seventh Steel Brigade had tricked the supply team, preparing to launch a killing spree.

Wu Wanli below naturally saw this scene through the Sky Eye Map, but he remained completely calm.

"Did the Air Force give you advance notice? Have at least 120 fighter jets arrived?"

Wu Wanli looked at Liu Hanqing and asked casually.

"This time, the support was led by Air Force Squadron Leader Wang Wei, who brought 130 fighter jets."

Some of the fighter jets belonged to Soviet ace pilots, and Peter, the leader of the Soviet volunteer pilots, was also present.

They're all familiar faces supporting our air combat; judging by the time, they should be arriving by now.

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately spoke up.

"Reporting to the commander, a large number of fighter jets have appeared in the airspace to the southeast. They should be the Chinese Air Force!"

At this moment, Pinghe received the observation report from the high-altitude reconnaissance scouts via walkie-talkie and immediately reported it.

"Good! Tell them to give them a good beating!"

According to Li Yunlong's report and the situation on the western front, other US Air Force aircraft are being dispersed to support other battlefields.

The only force that can arrive in a short time is the Air Force, which is currently supporting the 2nd Division of the US Army in Yangkou City. It will take at least an hour to get there.

Let them finish the fight within an hour. If they can't finish within an hour, retreat. Don't take any risks!

Wu Wanli thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately agreed and sent someone to make contact.

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"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz——————"

A few seconds later, a large number of Chinese fighter jets appeared in the airspace southeast of Fupingli.

Inside the lead Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Commander Wu said that other U.S. Air Force aircraft are fighting on other battlefields and will not be able to return within an hour."

All fighter jets, listen up! Take out these American fighter jets within one hour!

This azure sky belongs to the Air Force of the People's Republic of China!

kill! "

After yelling into the radio, Wang Wei pulled the control stick and sprinted towards the American aircraft group at full speed.

"One hour?"
Comrade, we've had so much time to deal with these damned capitalist lackeys!
Soviet volunteer formation, follow me and we'll flank these bald eagles!

Upon hearing this, Peter felt a surge of excitement. After giving the order over the radio, he pulled the control lever and dashed off.

Soon, ninety fighter jets, led by Wang Wei's Wanli-1 fighter jet, charged head-on into the American fighter group.

Led by Peter's Korea Aid No. 1 fighter jet, forty MiG fighters, like a nimble flock of swallows, spewed pale blue flames from their tails and quickly climbed to the side and upward, intending to seize the tactical high ground.

Below, the U.S. lead pilot spotted the Chinese Air Force, and the voice of U.S. Squadron Commander Colonel Anthony came through the nose-mounted communication channel:
"Attention all aircraft! Enemy aircraft are high in the air directly ahead!"
Disband the formation and attack freely!
Repeat, disband the formation and attack freely!
Before we're completely bogged down by the Chinese Air Force, let's wipe out a wave of Chinese ground troops first!

After the order was given, the US aircraft broke apart instantly before entering the firing range, like a swarm of bees exploding, attempting to use their numerical advantage and diving momentum to simultaneously attack the Chinese aircraft in the air and the positions of the 7th Steel Brigade on the ground.

From the perspective of the US Air Force, since they cannot defeat the massive Chinese Air Force, bullying the Chinese Army and then running away is a good option.

Of course, not all US military aircraft swooped down to the ground; some remained highly prepared to provide combat cover for other aircraft attacking the ground.

At this moment, the first few American fighter jets opened fire, their cannon shells trailing fire, tearing through the cold air, and shooting towards the vanguard of the formation led by Wanli-1 with a piercing whistle.

"Avoid them! Scatter!"

Trapezoidal formation, turn 15 degrees to the left! Climb!

Wang Wei decisively gave the order, simultaneously pulling back the control stick forcefully and stepping on the rudder with his right foot, causing the fighter jet to climb rapidly at an extremely steep angle.

The G-force inside the cockpit suddenly increased, pressing him tightly against the ejection seat, and his vision briefly blurred.

A string of gleaming machine gun bullets narrowly missed him less than ten meters below his cockpit, the scorching air causing the cabin to vibrate slightly.

"Thump thump thump thump thump..."

The cannons of the Chinese MiG fighters roared in response.

The crimson fire net formed by tracer bullets collided violently in the air, emitting ear-piercing metallic clangs and explosions.

In an instant, the two most aggressive American fighter jets were hit by crossfire, and one of them had its left wing broken off, tumbling and crashing to the ground.

The U.S. pilot did not have time to eject; the cockpit turned into a huge fireball the moment it hit the ground.

The other aircraft, with its tail section destroyed, plummeted out of control towards the Fupingli urban area, trailing thick black smoke.

"Comrade, my formation has reached the designated altitude!"

Enemy's right flank exposed! Requesting attack!

Peter's voice came through the radio, filled with the excitement of battle.

"Approved! Take a firm bite out on their right wing!"

Wang Wei shouted during a brief moment while evading a US military aircraft pursuing him.

He suddenly rolled to the right, performing a barrel roll to shake off the enemy aircraft that was tailing him, while simultaneously locking onto another American fighter jet that was attempting to ambush his comrades.

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Meanwhile, on the southeast slope of Fupingli

"Hurry! Hurry! Don't stop! Be quick!"

Gao Daxing wiped the sweat and grease from his face and roared hoarsely.

Huge parachute sheets covered the entire hillside as soldiers raced against time to carry the "feast" intercepted from the air.

The ammunition box was extremely heavy, and it took two people to drag and pull it.

The fuel drums were pushed and rolled toward a makeshift hiding place hastily erected using captured US military tents and camouflage nets.

Bags of flour and boxes of canned beef were being moved around very quickly.

Intense aerial combat was taking place overhead, with bullets and shell fragments pelting the surrounding frozen ground like hailstones, making muffled "plop" sounds and kicking up clouds of snow and mud.

"Damn it! The American hawks are really willing to spend money!"

Yu Congrong, carrying a box of heavy machine gun ammunition, ran past the edge of a shell crater, cursing as he went.

A burst of machine gun bullets swept across the ground he had just left, sending dirt and gravel flying everywhere.

He didn't even have time to look around; he just yelled at the soldiers around him, "Air defense! Beware of air defense!"

"There are low-flying slugs! Get the anti-aircraft guns out here! Aim and fire!"

A low-altitude U.S. fighter jet spotted a group of people carrying heavy equipment boxes on the ground and, disregarding the danger in the air, brazenly swooped down.

“Woo————————”

For a moment, the piercing, shrill swooping sound sent chills down one's spine.

"careful!"

Xu Mumu, who was at the top of the slope, shouted as the flag bearer waved a small red flag to direct the hauling.

Just then, two Chinese fighter jets swooped down from a higher altitude like eagles pouncing on rabbits, precisely seizing the rear of the American fighter jet.

Inside the cockpit of Wanli-1, Wang Wei's crosshair sights steadily locked onto the enemy plane hurtling towards the ground.

“Boom boom boom!”

Three deadly aerial shells instantly tore through the weak fuselage of the US warplane.

Its engine emitted a piercing metallic cracking sound, and black smoke and flames violently gushed out from the ruptured fuselage.

The plane lost control and, like a kite with a broken string, wobbled and plummeted toward a deserted crater in the distance.

With a deafening roar, it exploded into a ball of flames.

"Good! Well played!"

The soldiers on the ground erupted in cheers of relief.

The company commander of an engineer corps, who was repairing a captured U.S. twin-mounted 40mm self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, seized the opportunity to shout:
"Anti-aircraft artillery company! Get the power back on! Quick! We can't keep making our brothers in the air fight on their own!"

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At this time, inside the Fupingli Mixed Regiment Command Post

"Bang!"

Colonel Henry slammed the walkie-talkie in his hand onto the table covered with maps.

His face was ashen, and his eyes blazed with fury as he stared at the wreckage of the American warplane that had crashed into the city.

Although they couldn't see it through the thick soil and concrete on top of the fortifications, everyone in the command post heard the huge explosion and felt the tremors beneath their feet.

"Idiots! A bunch of idiots!"
Airdrop! Get that damn airdrop into the city right now!
Tell Anthony! What I need are supplies! Supplies!

"Hurry up and get those transport planes moving! Otherwise, no matter how many Chinese they kill, we in Fuping will starve to death if we run out of supplies!"

Henry roared, spittle flying everywhere.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the mixed regiment immediately agreed and rushed off to contact and urge them to hurry up.

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Southeast airspace of Fupingli, the core area of ​​the melee
The sky here has completely transformed into a boiling, hellish battlefield.

The Chinese and American fighter jets were locked in a fierce battle, like an angry pack of wolves fighting a nimble cheetah.

"Wanli No. 3 fighter jet! Watch out at your six o'clock position!"

"Got it! Thanks, bro!"

The alerted Chinese pilot abruptly slammed the nose down and rolled to the left, a burst of scorching 20mm shells narrowly missing his tail.

"Captain! This is Aid Korea Number Two!"

I shot down a US military aircraft! It flew west!

"Ignore them! Concentrate your fire on the ones that are locked together! Support the tiger!"

Upon hearing this, Peter calmly gave the order.

He piloted the Korea Aid No. 1 fighter jet and, with a nimble "high-speed" maneuver, avoided two fighter jets that were trying to surround him, instead circling around to the side of one of them.

After a brief, steady follow, three muffled thuds resounded as the fighter jet's cannon shells pierced the connection between the engine and wing of the other aircraft.

The enemy plane shuddered violently, thick smoke billowed from its fuselage, and it tumbled and plummeted rapidly.

"Yet another capitalist lackey has been sent to hell!"

Upon hearing this, Peter excitedly shouted into the channel.

Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet, Wang Wei was also fully focused on piloting it.

He had just skillfully barrel-rolled away an enemy aircraft that was tailing him when his wingman's anxious voice came through his helmet: "Wanli No. 1! A fighter jet is heading straight for you at 3 o'clock! It's very fast!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Wei immediately pulled the control lever sharply to turn right.

"call!"

A streak of scorching metal fragments flew past his wing.

He immediately reversed his roll and dove, using the MiG's superior vertical maneuverability to instantly pin the attacking enemy aircraft above him!

After completing this fatal counterattack, he pressed the launch button without hesitation.

"Thump thump thump thump thump..."

Dense barrage of aerial shells precisely covered the enemy aircraft's cockpit and forward fuselage.

The hit American warplane exploded in mid-air, turning into a blinding fireball, with burning debris scattering everywhere.

"Pretty!"

In an instant, cheers erupted from the channel among the comrades.

At this moment, the balance of power in the battle has clearly shifted.

Although the US military's individual aircraft were of good quality, their numerical disadvantage, loss of initial surprise, and being divided and surrounded by the Chinese Air Force's tacit tactics gradually led them into a predicament of fighting alone.

American planes, trailing black smoke or engulfed in flames, kept crashing, while many more tried to flee the battlefield in terror.

Colonel Anthony, the U.S. Air Force squadron leader, was also hit on the left horizontal stabilizer by shrapnel, making it difficult to control.

He witnessed firsthand how the Wanli-1 swiftly and decisively shot down his subordinate, and the MiG's tactical awareness and superb skills sent chills down his spine.

"Commander! There are too many Chinese and Russians! If this continues, we'll all be wiped out!"

A squad leader shouted hoarsely into Anthony's intercom.

Anthony's bloodshot eyes swept across the instrument panel, then glanced out the window at the wreckage of his fallen comrades and the Chinese fighter jets still fiercely attacking. His heart was filled with frustration and fear.

The attack on the ground targets had completely failed, and their own air force was rapidly losing personnel.

Finally, in desperation, Anthony issued an order to the entire channel: "All units! Cease ground attacks! Cease! All-out combat to cover the retreat!"

"Move closer to me! We'll cover the transport planes' retreat! Evacuate towards Wenshan!"

This retreat order was like pouring cold water into a frying pan, instantly igniting panic among the US military.

The remaining American warplanes, as if granted a pardon, abandoned their attack, turned west, and fled the battlefield without regard for anything else.

They desperately tried to get closer to the transport plane formation that was struggling to conduct its second airdrop over the city of Fupingli.

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Southeast slope of Fuping Village – Goods transfer area
"Commander! The US Army's Eagle Flyers can't hold out and are retreating!"

Gao Daxing, who was directing the emergency transport, wiped his sweat and excitedly spoke into the walkie-talkie, pointing at the afterimage of the fleeing American plane.

“I see.

Hanqing, notify all emergency transport teams!
All core materials must be transferred and concealed on-site within one hour!

Although the American planes have retreated, they will surely send reinforcements! We must act quickly! Air defense vigilance cannot be relaxed!

Wu Wanli looked at the sky and spoke calmly into the walkie-talkie.

"Yes!"

At that moment, Liu Hanqing responded crisply from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

Yu Congrong led his men, pushing the last trailer loaded with machine gun ammunition, into the temporarily camouflaged bushes.

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade moved even faster, as if wound up.

The wounded comrades were quickly carried away from the danger zone using tree branches and stretchers.

The parachutes scattered on the ground were dragged and stuffed into tree holes or potholes, then covered with camouflage netting and snow.

Only craters, charred clods of earth, and a few discarded food wrappers remained, testifying to what had just happened.

Southeast airspace of Fupingli – Pursuit and disengagement
"They've escaped! Captain! Should we give chase?!"

The wingman pilot of Wanli-1 asked excitedly.

"Chase them! Shoot down as many American warplanes as possible!"
Every American warplane we shoot down now means one less deadly weapon to wreak havoc on the Army's head!
But remember Captain Wu's reminder, our battle time cannot exceed one hour.

Otherwise, the US Air Force stationed near Yangkou would have enough time to provide support.

About twenty minutes have passed now. We'll fight for another half hour and then leave!

Wang Wei glanced at the dashboard, which showed there was still plenty of fuel left, and immediately gave the order over the radio.

After giving the order, Wang Wei's sharp eyes were fixed on the American aircraft that were fleeing westward in panic below, and he pushed the throttle lever all the way down with his left hand.

In an instant, the powerful afterburner ignited, and the fighter jet beneath him roared forward like an arrow released from a bow.

He gripped the control stick tightly with his right hand, pushed it forward slightly, and pressed the nose of the aircraft down.

"Attention all personnel! Enemy aircraft are turning west! Objective: Cover their transport aircraft formation!"
First and second squadrons, follow me in a dive and pursue, prioritizing the attack on enemy aircraft that are making low-altitude incursions!

Third Squadron, maintain mid-altitude, monitor overhead movements, and be alert for enemy aircraft returning!

After quickly analyzing the situation, Wang Wei issued more specific orders.

"Roger that!"

"understand!"

Immediately, clear and powerful responses came through the radio channel from several company commanders.

Wanli-1, leading two squadrons with a total of forty fighter jets, formed a spectacular silver-gray steel waterfall, cascading down from the heart of the chaotic battle at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

The intense gravitational acceleration slammed Wang Wei hard onto the seat, causing the muscles in his cheeks under the helmet to deform slightly.

He stared intently at the rapidly magnifying ground scenery outside the windshield and the clearly visible outlines of the US military aircraft.

Soon, Peter's calm voice came through the radio:

"King Comrades!"

My falcon and I will move to the high right position to block any possible counterattacks for you!

"Received, Comrade Peter!"

Maintain the height difference and watch your backs!

Wang Wei responded immediately.

Through the side window, he saw the more than 30 Soviet-supplied MiG fighters led by the "Aid-Korea No. 1" make a rapid sideslip and climb maneuver to the upper right, like a giant net with its wings spread out, seizing the attack launch line and maintaining surveillance of the western high altitude of the entire battlefield.

Meanwhile, an F-86 Sabre ahead was frantically descending, trailing wisps of black smoke, attempting to use its low-altitude evasion and dive-bombing capabilities for a final sprint.

This distance is exactly within the range of the machine gun!
"Wanli No. 2, maintain your position to my right rear! Prepare for Tactic Three!"

Wang Wei gave a brief order while keeping his eyes fixed on the sights.

The whistling airflow generated by the high-speed dive was mostly filtered out by the well-insulated cockpit, but the headphones were filled with the roar of the airflow during high-speed flight.

The distance between the two aircraft decreased dramatically during the dive.

The target enemy aircraft had obviously spotted the pursuers and began to sway left and right irregularly to evade them.

"Want to run?"

Wang Wei's eyes were cold as he precisely manipulated the control stick with his right hand, making extremely precise adjustments in conjunction with the foot rudder.

Despite the violent turbulence and the enemy aircraft's evasive maneuvers, the crosshair remained firmly fixed on the front part of the F-86's fuselage.

This is the lead estimation during high-speed pursuit—firing shells at the location where the enemy aircraft is about to arrive.

"Thump thump thump—! Thump thump thump—!"

Without hesitation, Wang Wei pressed the cannon firing button, and three short, powerful bursts of fire instantly shot out of the barrel!

Almost at the same moment the muzzle flashed, he slammed his left foot on the rudder and simultaneously pulled the control stick sharply to the left and rear.

The Wanli-1 fighter jet seemed to break free from the constraints of gravity, instantly transforming from a dive to a steep climb at an extremely steep angle!
As the immense overload struck, Wang Wei felt the blood rush to his legs and his head spin.

He suppressed his discomfort and glanced at his target out of the corner of his eye.

The first shell grazed the enemy plane's tail fin.

The second shot hit its target precisely at the root of the F-86's right main wing!
The power of the high-explosive bomb instantly tore through a large section of the aluminum skin, sending fragments flying everywhere. It also severed the internal hydraulic lines, spraying oil into the air.

The damaged U.S. Sabre fighter jet lurched violently, tumbling and crashing out of control into the hilly area below with a piercing whistle.

"Excellent! Wanli-1, target destroyed!"

At that moment, Wanli-2's excited voice came through.

Wang Wei had no time to celebrate.

During the climb, a warning light suddenly flashed on the lower right side of the cockpit!
He immediately turned his head and saw a US Sabre fighter jet diagonally below abandoning its pursuit of the target below, raising its head and turning, its nose faintly pointing at him!
Clearly, the other side had recognized the threat posed by his leadership.

"I've been bitten! Lower right!"

Wang Wei let out a low roar, and then, almost instinctively, he quickly pulled back the throttle lever with his left hand to reduce the throttle, while simultaneously pushing the right steering wheel hard with his right foot and forcefully pushing the control stick to the right side of his body with his right hand.

With a swift left-forward dive and roll, the Wanli-1 fighter jet nimbly veered and rolled sharply to the right and downward.

A barrage of machine gun shells whistled past the airspace where he had just been standing, leaving long trails of white smoke.

"Wanli No. 2! Cover me! Low position at three o'clock!"

Wang Wei shouted loudly into the radio.

"Roger that! I'm behind him! I've got him!"

The wingman's voice was calm and collected.

While the enemy opened fire in an attempt to attack Wang Wei, Wanli-2 had already completed its counter-attack and occupied a favorable attack position in the rear hemisphere!

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong..."

The cannons of the Wanli-2 fighter jet immediately roared.

The American fighter jet that was just chasing Wang Wei was instantly engulfed by fierce firepower and exploded in mid-air into a huge fireball!

Wang Wei had finished rolling and leveling the plane again, while maintaining a certain height, and said, "Well done, Number Two!"

At this moment, the battlefield below was in chaos, and the Chinese Air Force's fighter jets, like a pack of wolves hunting, relentlessly pursued the fleeing American "Sabre" fighters.

New columns of black smoke kept rising into the sky, and fireballs fell one after another.

The remaining numerical advantage of the US military was completely wiped out by the utter chaos and the overwhelming coordinated attack from the Chinese and Soviet air forces.

"All aircraft report battle status! Target statistics!"

Wang Wei called out over the channel.

"Wanli No. 5 reports: One aircraft shot down on the left!"

"Wanli No. 7 has damaged the right wing of an enemy aircraft. The target has lost control and is crashing into the southwest valley!"

"Report from Wanli No. 6: In cooperation with Soviet comrades, we shot down an enemy aircraft that was attempting to climb and escape!"

"Aid Korea No. 3, one aircraft shot down! One aircraft damaged, the target is crashing towards Fupyeong-ri town!"

"........."

"Report from Aid Korea No. 1: Two aircraft shot down, one damaged."

The enemy planes failed to mount an effective resistance; their morale collapsed!

Peter's voice carried a hint of panting after the battle, but his tone remained steady.

His formation remained on the flank of the battlefield, effectively intercepting several US warplanes that attempted to use their speed to escape to higher ground or turn back to cover friendly forces.

The statistics were quickly compiled by the staff and sent to Wang Wei, where they were calculated shortly afterward.

Before the war, the U.S. military had approximately eighty fighter jets.

Preliminary confirmed number of downed aircraft: 34!
Eight aircraft were severely damaged and out of control, potentially crashing.
The remaining US warplanes are estimated to be fewer than forty, and most of them are damaged and fleeing the battlefield in panic to the west!

In less than half an hour of air combat, more than half of the US escort fighters had been wiped out!
Wang Wei's mind was not greatly disturbed; his only focus was on the precise calculations required for battle command.

His gaze turned westward, where several massive transport planes, under the desperate protection of fewer than twenty relatively intact American warplanes, had successfully and somewhat erratically dropped some supplies into the city of Fupingli.

At this moment, they are clumsily turning around, accelerating their ascent and escape towards Wenshan in the west.

"Captain! Enemy transport plane! Should we engage or not?!"

The wingman of Wanli No. 2 spoke with a strong sense of eagerness.

Almost all the pilots' channels fell silent for a moment, awaiting orders.

The enormous spoils of war that were within easy reach were undoubtedly extremely tempting.

Wang Wei took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Wu Wanli's calm voice still seemed to echo in my ears: "Don't take risks," "One hour," "Even if you can't finish the fight, retreat."

He looked up, and the blinding sunlight streamed through the porthole.

He glanced at the clock on the dashboard—about thirty-five minutes had passed since the start of the battle.

There is still room for maneuver before the one-hour deadline set by the Wu Corps for withdrawal.

However, we cannot investigate further.

He made a decision instantly and said over the radio, "Attention all personnel! Cease pursuing the enemy transport plane! Abandon attacks on targets over the city of Fupingli!"

The command was issued, and there seemed to be a subtle, almost imperceptible, static-like interference in the channel, with people asking questions.

Wang Wei explained calmly and clearly:
"The enemy transport planes are too far away, and their cover forces are still intact! Our fuel and ammunition are not unlimited!"

More importantly, US air reinforcements in the Yangkou direction could arrive at any time!

Squad Leader Wu gave a strict order: all contact must be broken within one hour!
Our main mission has been completed—annihilating the enemy escort force and supporting ground resupply!

Objective: All aircraft must immediately disengage from combat!
Each squadron, take inventory of losses! Maintain combat formation and assemble in airspace 103 to the northeast, then return to base at cruising altitude!
Peter, you form your formation and take over high-altitude surveillance before retreating! My formation will take over mid-altitude surveillance!

"Understood! Soviet Volunteer Air Force, immediately abandon all pursuit missions and climb to an altitude of 8,000 meters! Execute alert return formation!"

Upon hearing this, Peter gave the order without hesitation.

Although he fought bravely, he was also extremely obedient to the overall battlefield command and discipline.

"Yes!"

"Roger that!"

"understand!"

The responses from the company commanders came through, carrying a hint of relief at the end of the battle and a strict adherence to orders.

In an instant, the Chinese fighter jet formation, which had just been tearing at its prey like bloodthirsty raptors, turned northeast as if it had received a unified command.

The fighter jets that were firing during the pursuit all pressed the cannon buttons and stopped their attack.

The damaged aircraft slowly returned to its unit under the cover of its comrades.

"Wanli No. 3 reporting! My aircraft has been hit in the left wing, and the fuel tank warning light is flashing! Requesting priority return to base!"

"Roger! Wanli No. 4 and No. 5, immediately cover No. 3! Evacuate first!"

Wang Wei immediately dispatched escorts.

"Wanli No. 6 reports: 35 percent of fuel remains."

"Wanli No. 3 reports: The rear of the cockpit canopy has been penetrated by a stray bullet, and cold air is entering. It does not affect piloting. Requesting to return to base."

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Battlefield information was transmitted and summarized in an orderly manner through the channel.

Wang Wei quickly mentally recorded the status of each fighter jet and coordinated the priority order of evacuation.

After coordinating, he controlled Wanli-1 to cruise at an altitude of 5500 meters, constantly scanning the airspace below and in all directions.

His formation formed a loose defensive perimeter, protecting the evacuation route.

Peter's MiG fighters circled high in the sky like eagles, closely monitoring the southwestern and western airspace from which they had come, in case any remaining American aircraft or possible reinforcements followed and attacked.

Below, scattered anti-aircraft fire from the direction of Fupingli town was still being fired upwards, attempting to provide some insignificant cover for the escaping transport planes.

However, the altitude was too low to reach the aircraft returning from medium to high altitudes.

The shells exploded into small, gray-black plumes of smoke against the azure sky, appearing futile and feeble.

Soon, the two torrents of steel merged into one in an orderly fashion.

Wang Wei and Peter's planes flew side by side on the return route.

"Casualty statistics."

Wang Wei inquired on the internal channel.

Peter quickly reported: "Our side lost five aircraft. Two pilots were confirmed to have ejected, and three aircraft were confirmed to have crashed with their pilots."

The count of downed US warplanes has been confirmed at 34!

The aircraft was severely damaged and out of control, potentially causing eight planes to crash!

More than half of the enemy's fighting force was annihilated!

"Reporting to Squadron Leader Wu, the air battle in the Fupingli airspace has ended, mission accomplished!"
"We have annihilated more than half of the enemy forces, our losses are under control, and we are returning to base as planned."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wei contacted Wu Wanli on the ground via radio.

On the ground, inside the headquarters of the Seventh Steel Brigade
"Received! Thank you for your hard work, comrades in the air!"

More than 70% of the ground supplies have been received, and the relocation and concealment are being organized!

Half of the enemy transport planes escaped. Well done!

Wu Wanli spoke in a voice that remained calm and composed, but carried a hint of warmth that was barely perceptible.

"Wanli, this 'pulling teeth from the tiger's mouth' was totally worth it! It was so worth it!"

Regarding fuel: A total of 120 barrels of high-octane aviation gasoline were seized!
It's enough to keep our existing and newly repaired vehicles running for a long time!

Regarding medicines: A total of 83 boxes of various first aid kits and medicine boxes were seized!

The vast majority of the drugs on the market are in high demand, such as penicillin and sulfonamides!

There are also seventeen sets of surgical instrument kits!

The seriously injured are now saved, and those with minor injuries need no further concern in the short term!

In terms of food supplies, there were more than a hundred bags of refined flour, roughly estimated to weigh over a thousand kilograms!
The US military has a huge variety of canned goods: beef, fruit, vegetables, and also compressed biscuits, chocolate bars...

There were nearly three hundred boxes in total!
That's enough to feed us for a long time!

Ammunition is the real issue!

We captured bullets of various types, which, if converted into a base quantity, would be enough for our main force to fight two high-intensity offensive battles with some to spare!
Grenades and shells were piled up like small mountains—especially that guy, who scooped up more than a hundred 'bazooka' rockets in one go!
Our rocket launcher team is going to make a fortune this time!
After deducting the very few damages and losses during transport, it is estimated that 70% of the airdropped supplies have landed safely in our hands!

We've made a fortune this time!

Liu Hanqing walked over at this moment and said with a hint of excitement.

These substantial and tangible results were clearly communicated to the core members surrounding them.

"Great! That's fucking great!"
With this hard currency, let's see if these bastards still dare to starve us or hold us back from fighting.
Hey, this is going to be tough for them!

Upon hearing this, Gao Daxing immediately said excitedly.

Pinghe's face also broke into a genuine smile. Thinking of the mountains of supplies, especially the first-aid kits and medicines, he let out a long sigh of relief and said:
"As long as there are enough medicines, the wounded can finally rest easy."

With this large quantity of ammunition, we no longer need to hold back when engaging in sniping; we can fire freely.

"Thank God!"

That's enough to give those American bastards a good beating!

There's so much canned food, bread, beef... Hahaha, I wish I could fight these sons of bitches right now!
After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, we beat them so badly they were left crawling on the ground!
Captain! We're really rolling in this time!

Ammunition and food are plentiful, and we can even use the Americans' oil to burn their iron turtles!
The brothers were no longer panicked, and their hands swung even harder!

Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong also said happily.

Listening to the undisguised joy of the generals, seeing the soldiers' tired but excited faces, and feeling the unprecedented sense of security in the camp, Wu Wanli couldn't help but smile.

The previous raids on Wontong-ri and the blitzkrieg on Fupyeong-ri had used up too much ammunition and fuel.

If we rely solely on the Volunteer Army's supply lines, which have been bombed to pieces, the tanks and howitzers will probably be scrap metal in three days.

With these supplies, we can at least hold out for a little longer and prepare for the first major battle on the Eastern Front.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, an urgent telegram from Commander Li Yunlong!"

According to the latest intelligence and reconnaissance, Ridgway has dispatched his elite reserve 1st Cavalry Division, which is heading towards Fuping-ri!
Furthermore, the 2nd Division of the US Army in Yangkou City to the north is already attempting to break out, and it is unlikely that the 27th Army under Commander Li Yunlong and the 12th Army under Commander Ding Wei can hold them off for long.

The new 1st Marine Division in Hwacheon City in the Northwest has also caused the New 8th Army and the North Korean 9th Army a lot of trouble with its firepower advantage. It is very likely that they will also launch a mobile warfare operation!

According to the joint simulation by several leaders including Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang, Kong Jie, and Ding Wei, the three main US divisions are likely to advance towards Fupingli in a triangular formation!

Commander Li Yunlong told us to prepare early, and to quickly capture Fupingli and block their passage to rendezvous when the three US divisions on the eastern front really pressed in.

And we should be mentally prepared that the Seventh Steel Brigade might be caught in a pincer attack!
These three divisions combined will amount to 70,000 American troops; this battle could very well be the first decisive battle on the Eastern Front!

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

(End of this chapter)