Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 337 The North Korean division commander who bullied Wang Yousheng was killed! Wu Wanli gave him a chance to succeed!

On the muddy ground at the edge of the reed marshes, a group of people were being roughly driven away.

Park Jong-ki, the former commander of the 6th Division of the Korean People's Army, now wore a tattered uniform covered in mud and blood, his arms tightly bound behind his back with rough hemp rope.

His left cheekbone was swollen high, his lips were cracked and bleeding, and his eyes no longer held their former majesty, only deep weariness and fear remained.

Chief of Staff Choi Yong-cheol was also bound with his hands behind his back, staggering and with a twitching mouth, clearly having just suffered a heavy blow.

Beside them were several gaunt-faced officers of high rank, all struggling to move forward under the shoving and blows from rifle butts.

They were escorted by a group of fierce-looking soldiers, whose equipment was clearly superior to that of ordinary South Korean soldiers.

The dejected, disorganized group of prisoners was pushed and shoved to a relatively intact building ruin on the outskirts of Yuantongli.

There was a command vehicle and several jeeps parked there, with two particularly conspicuous figures standing beside them.

Battalion Commander Davis of the U.S. Army was scanning a newly delivered battle report, his angular face clouded with gloom, his fingers unconsciously crumpling the thin pages.

Standing next to him was South Korean Army Commander Kim Myung-chul, whose short, stocky build was taut, and whose eyes, like poisoned knives, were fixed on Park Jung-ki and his entourage.

Several US military advisors and South Korean military staff stood expressionless to one side, and a suffocating silence filled the air.

"Report! The prisoner has been brought!"

This includes Pak Jong-ki, commander of the 6th Division of North Korea, Choe Yong-chol, chief of staff, and three staff officers!

A South Korean lieutenant ran forward, saluted Kim Myung-chul and Davis, and his voice broke the silence.
Davis didn't look at Kim Myung-chul. Instead, he crumpled the war newspaper in his hand into a ball and slammed it to the ground, raising a small patch of mud.

He then stepped forward, almost touching Park Jung-ki's nose.

Park Jung-ki was forced to take a half step back by the tall shadow and the sudden burst of power, his eyes darting around in a panic.

"Three hundred and twenty-seven great young men!"

There are three more tanks!

Do you know what this means?

Commander Park, let bygones be bygones for those dead South Korean soldiers, I won't hold it against you!
An entire elite reinforced company of US troops was wiped out!

Like trash, you incompetent resistance and foolish command have left it on your bullshit charge route!
You used a stupid, suicidal tactic and dragged our best lads down with you!

"You bunch of damned trash... beat them up!"

Davis roared angrily, thinking about the casualty figures.

Before he finished speaking, South Korean regimental commander Kim Jae-cheol charged out like a cannonball, his heavy military boots slamming into Choi Yong-cheol's knee.

Amidst screams, Choi Yong-cheol collapsed to his knees with a thud.

The guards, their eyes already bloodshot, pounced on him like hungry wolves, raining down punches, kicks, and rifle butts.

The blows landed heavily on the heads, faces, chests, abdomens, and backs of several captured North Korean officers. The muffled thuds of flesh colliding and the suppressed screams of pain instantly replaced the previous deathly silence.

Park Jung-ki was grabbed by the hair by a burly guard, forced to tilt his head back, and his cheeks were slapped repeatedly, causing blood to splatter from his nose.

The immense humiliation and excruciating pain instantly shattered his last shred of psychological defense.

This colonel, who was usually so authoritative in front of his subordinates, was now like a frightened child, tears streaming down his face, wailing incoherently: "Hey... stop... stop! Don't hit me!"
Go ahead and ask! I'm not against answering any questions you may have!
Stop hitting them...please stop hitting them...

His cries were intermittent, mixed with gasps and sobs from being beaten.

"ask?"

Davis's face, which had been contorted with rage, suddenly broke into a mocking smile, much like a face-changing act in Sichuan opera.

He even slightly raised his hand, causing the soldiers' attack to slow down for a moment.

Davis narrowed his blue eyes, looking down at Park Jung-ki, whose face was covered in blood and tears. He took a leisurely half-step and said in a flippant tone, "We don't really have anything in particular to ask. We just want to... beat you up and vent our anger."

Seeing your spineless, begging-for-forgiveness expression has actually calmed down a lot of my pent-up anger.

Now that I'm feeling a bit better, I might as well ask.

Where is the latest location of the General Headquarters of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army?
And what will that damned China Steel Seventh Corps do next?

I need to know the detailed follow-up deployment plan of that old bastard Li Yunlong's entire eastern front assault group immediately! Speak!

Park Jung-ki was dizzy and had tinnitus after being hit. Hearing these questions, he was completely stunned.

He stared at Davis with disbelief, his swollen, bluish lips trembling. He instinctively raised a finger and pointed to himself, his voice hoarse and desperate as he said:
"Wha...what?
I……?
Do you know the General Headquarters of the Chinese military?

Does the Seventh Steel Brigade also have Li Yunlong's plans?

How could I possibly know?!

I can't access the core at all!
We were just ordered to arrive at the outer perimeter of Yuantongli at a specified time; I really don't know anything else!
The Chinese army won't tell us either!

Davis, seeing Park Jung-ki's terrified, bewildered, and desperately trying-to-explain expression, burst into laughter:
Hahahahahahahaha...

Excellent! A real tough nut to crack! Remarkable!
I was wrong!

Well, you North Korean soldiers are really tough, preferring death to speaking!
With bones this hard, there's no use keeping you around.

"Drag them away! Kill them all!"

The chilling words "executed" struck like a death sentence.

Park Jung-ki, Choi Yong-cheol, and the other staff officers were instantly terrified, their faces drained of color, turning deathly pale.

The instinct for survival caused their throats to erupt in extremely shrill and piercing screams and pleas for mercy, filled with immense fear:

"Do not--!"

"Spare me—!"

"Sir! Please! Spare us! We'll do anything! We really didn't know!"

"Don't kill me! I don't want to die..."

"Please spare me! We'll do anything you want..."

"Please! Have mercy!"

In an instant, desperate cries and pleas for mercy blended together, piercing the silence that had just begun.

Some of the prisoners collapsed to the ground, while others struggled to crawl forward on their knees, their faces covered in snot, tears, and blood, looking utterly wretched.

Upon seeing this, Kim Myung-chul's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

After all, Davis's order came too suddenly.

He took a step closer to Davis, bowed slightly, and lowered his voice to a whisper, with a hint of barely perceptible hesitation and caution: "Sir, are we really going to kill them all?"
Is this the reason they stubbornly resisted speaking?
That's a bit... a bit of a stretch, isn't it?

After all, they don't look like they'd dare to hide anything right now..."

Davis snorted coldly, turned his head slightly, and spoke rapidly in a low voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Far-fetched?"
Listen, Kim, I don't have time to discuss military law with you!

The Seventh Steel Brigade's sweeping force is still in pursuit. It's already quite an achievement that we were able to finish this battle while there was still time to spare!

Are we supposed to drag along this bunch of wailing, burdensome prisoners and slow down the march?

Do you want Wu Wanli and his men to catch up and rescue them, or do you want us to be dragged here and die together?
Execute the command! Hurry up!
Remember, they were attempting to riot and seize weapons, and we decisively shot them dead on the spot!

Not only these officers, but also nearly four thousand other captured North Korean soldiers participated!

Do you understand? Quickly!

"Yes, sir! Understood!"

Jin Mingzhe shuddered and quickly responded.

He had heard about the situation in Fupingli; the tragic death of Lieutenant Colonel Beckham and the suicide of Lieutenant Colonel Zidane both proved the ferocity of that Chinese unit.

The thought of being caught up with or even surrounded by that terrifying force made him realize that these prisoners were indeed a huge burden and a potential source of instability.

Those concerns about the flimsy reasons were immediately overshadowed by the fear of their own safety, and the last trace of hesitation in their eyes was replaced by ruthlessness.

Kim Myung-chul suddenly straightened up, his face instantly filled with a cold determination to carry out orders.

He drew his pistol from his waist, pointed it upwards, and fired a shot!
The deafening gunshots instantly drowned out all the cries.

The South Korean guards acted instinctively, immediately and roughly dragging the crying, struggling, and fear-stricken North Korean prisoners off the ground.

"No! You can't do this! I'll confess! I'll confess! I know a Chinese liaison officer!"

Not only that, I also know the internal situation of Yuantongli, and I know how many weapons and ammunition they have!

Park Jung-ki was still making a last-ditch effort, rambling incoherently as he tried to grasp at any straw.

But his words were immediately interrupted by a rude rebuke and a more forceful drag.

A South Korean guard's rifle butt slammed into his stomach, causing his vision to go black. The excruciating pain made him swallow the rest of his words, leaving only painful retching.

As if realizing his end was near, Choi Yong-cheol abruptly raised his blood-stained head and, with his last ounce of strength, let out a hoarse, piercing scream, like a rooster being strangled: "Damn it, you bunch of bastards..."

Before he could finish speaking, the butt of a South Korean soldier's rifle slammed into the back of his neck, silencing him abruptly. He was dragged away like a lump of mud.

Under the brutal and efficient driving and dragging of the guards, Park Jung-ki, Choi Yong-cheol, and several other officers were quickly gathered like livestock to the base of a partially collapsed wall.

The view here is open, and the ground is a bit flatter.

The prisoners were pushed and shoved together, each face showing extreme fear and despair.

Some people's legs were shaking like leaves, some were slumped on the ground without the strength to stand up, and some were still nervously muttering incoherent pleas for mercy, tears streaming down their faces.

The guards quickly dispersed, forming a semi-circular encirclement.

Two soldiers unloaded a heavy M1919 machine gun from the back of the jeep and skillfully positioned it about twenty meters in front of the prisoner pile.

The sound of metal supports hitting the ground and the cold, crisp click of bolts being pulled pounded on everyone's nerves.

Other soldiers with rifles also pulled back their bolts to chamber their shots, producing a synchronized and chilling "click" sound.

The dark muzzles of guns were pointed at the group of pale-faced prisoners of war, and the air was filled with the smell of rusty iron and machine oil, a sign of impending death.

Kim Myung-chul stood about two or three steps behind the machine gunner, expressionless, his eyes cold as he looked at the prisoner in the corner.

He didn't look in Davis's direction, but everyone knew whose order it was.

"Prepare--"

Kim Myung-chul issued the order in a hoarse voice, devoid of any emotion.

Just then, in the pile of prisoners, a short, lean North Korean officer looked at the cold, menacing machine gun barrel pointing at him, a flash of madness mixed with extreme fear and despair crossing his face.

He suddenly broke free from the soldiers pulling him away and charged towards Jin Mingzhe with all his might, letting out a wild, unintelligible howl:
"Ah—I'll fight you!"

He hadn't even made it halfway; he was still seven or eight meters away from Kim Myung-chul.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

At that moment, two crisp, clean gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

The moment Kim Myung-chul broke free and charged out, he swiftly raised his right hand, which was holding a pistol, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Almost at the same moment he fired, one of Kim Myung-chul's bodyguards also drew his pistol and fired in a flash.

Two bullets were fired; one struck the North Korean staff officer squarely in the chest, near his heart, while the other hit his left shoulder.

The figure rushing forward was as if struck head-on by an invisible hammer, jolted backward, then fell to the ground, convulsed violently twice, and quickly fell silent.

The blood quickly seeped into a small patch of dark red on the soil beneath him.

"Did you see that?!"

This is what happens to those who resist!

They dared to attack us! This is irrefutable evidence of their collective riot, not a frame-up on our part!

"Everyone! Open fire!"

Seeing that there was a reason, Jin Mingzhe immediately roared.

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!"

The heavy M1919A4 roared instantly, its dull and terrifying sound, like tearing linen, echoing violently across the empty ruins.

The blazing flames spewed out a storm of metal.

The dense machine gun bullets, with their terrifying whistling as they tore through the air, swept across the huddled mass of prisoners like a giant scythe.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Almost simultaneously with the machine gun fire, the crisp bursts of fire from a dozen M1 Garand rifles blended into a deadly symphony.

The human body at the base of the wall was violently impacted as if by an invisible force, instantly sending up a large cloud of blood mist.

The immense impact of a bullet easily tears through human flesh and bones.

The pungent, nauseating smell of blood mixed with the stench of gunpowder smoke instantly filled the air, creating a foul stench reminiscent of the entrance to hell.

Torn fabrics, fragments of military uniforms, and human tissue mixed with bone fragments and blood were splattered all over the ground.

The brass shell casings from the machine gun fire rained down on the metal tripod and the damp ground with a continuous clanging sound, emitting wisps of heat.

The entire firing process was extremely brutal, yet unexpectedly short.

Less than thirty seconds later, the rapid machine gun fire suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that the bursts of fire had run out; it was that the shooter released the trigger, and the rifle's bursts of fire ceased the instant the machine gun stopped firing.

Looking again at the base of the wall, there was no longer a complete corpse.

A dozen or so high-ranking officers of the North Korean 6th Division were completely destroyed by the intense firepower, turning into a gruesome mixture of flesh and blood scattered across the muddy ground.

The scarlet blood continued to flow slowly down the slope, seeping into the black soil and accumulating into several small pools of blood.

Davis walked over, his gaze lingering coldly on the pile of things for no more than three seconds, then he turned expressionlessly to Jin Mingzhe, nodded, and said:

"The remaining North Korean soldiers don't need to be fought in groups of a dozen or so; they can be fought in groups of five hundred or so at the same time."

Within ten minutes, deal with those troublesome... no, those more than three thousand North Korean prisoners of war who have rioted and counterattacked, then quickly move on.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Mingzhe immediately straightened his chest and replied.

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

However, at that moment, the whistling sound of artillery shells tearing through the air suddenly came from the sky.

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

In an instant, fiery clouds exploded around the US and South Korean forces and quickly spread inward!
"what happened!?"

Upon seeing this, Davis immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and asked loudly.

"Sir, something bad has happened! The Seventh Steel Corps of China is attacking from the west!"
Not only that, their armored forces and elite infantry circled around to the east and launched an attack, putting us in a pincer movement!

An urgent voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Damn it! Kim, you ordered those South Korean troops to hold off the Chinese army's attack!"

"All American troops, follow me and break out!"

Upon hearing this, Davis gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Ah? This..."

Jin Zheming was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Wasn't this just suicide?
"Give the order, then have your guards escort your deputy commander to take command. Tell him it's you, and you'll come with us!"

Davis took a deep breath and said.

"Yes!!!"

Upon hearing that he was being included, Jin Zheming was immediately moved and agreed.

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To the west of the US and ROK army battalions, thirty tanks from the 7th Steel Brigade's armored guard battalion, along with over three hundred guards, were assaulting their makeshift defensive line.

Inside Tank No. 1
"Wanli, it seems the US military is retreating, and South Korean troops are coming to their aid."

"That's what Liu Hanqing, who also serves as a gunner, said."

"I don't care about the US or South Korean troops, we'll fight them all together."

Switching defense is just a matter of who dies first!

Instruct Pinghe in the east to accelerate their assault, regardless of the main direction; attack in the fastest possible way.

The tank formation and soldiers here are pressing forward, closely following the position of tank number one. We're aiming to capture the leader first!

Wu Wanli glanced at the enemy commander's location on the map in his mind and immediately gave the order over the radio.

"Yes!" A response came instantly from the other end of the radio.

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Soon, all combat units sprang into action according to Wu Wanli's orders.

The heavy artillery fire had just erupted on the east side of the US and South Korean positions when, simultaneously, the deep roar of the Pershing tank's diesel engine tore through the air like the awakening roar of a sleeping beast.

Wu Wanli sat firmly in the narrow commander's seat of the Pershing tank No. 1, his cheek pressed against the cold edge of the periscope.

In his line of sight, gunner Liu Hanqing had precisely adjusted the angle of the main gun and aimed it at the hastily erected South Korean roadblock ahead.

It was a makeshift fortification built with sandbags, the wreckage of bombed trucks, and logs.

"Steady up, Hanqing, the first shot will tear open the breach!"

Wu Wanli spoke through the car's intercom.

"Yes!"

Liu Hanqing's response was short and forceful, his fingers subtly adjusting the turret knob.

"boom!"

The tank cannon suddenly spewed out a huge tongue of fire, accompanied by a deafening roar.

A shockwave visible to the naked eye spread out instantly, and the mechanical action of the cannon barrel retracting and advancing produced a heavy metallic clanging sound.

The shell struck the weakest point of the roadblock with pinpoint accuracy.

A violent explosion sent flames shooting into the sky, sandbags were torn to shreds, logs broke into burning fragments, and the wrecked truck wreck twisted and scattered like scrap metal being kneaded by a tremendous force.

A menacing gap, three or four meters wide, suddenly appeared, billowing with smoke and dust.

"Forward! Vehicles one through ten, follow me and break through the gap head-on!"

From the 11th to the 20th, the troops will be divided into two groups to encircle and cut off the enemy's positions from the left and right flanks!
T34 group, use your 76mm guns to suppress the rear firing positions and any anti-tank infantry attempting to approach! Move quickly!

Wu Wanli seized the opportunity and issued orders in a fast but clear voice, which were instantly transmitted to all armored units via inter-vehicle radio.

His vision seemed to have been embedded in another dimension—the magical scene of the "Sky Eye Map" in his mind unfolded clearly.

The light blue friendly forces markers moved forward rapidly, while the red enemy dots began to move frantically. Two conspicuous red dots representing the enemy's main command nodes were moving rapidly to the southeast, their intention extremely clear: to break through!

Rumble!
Thirty steel behemoths accelerated again, their massive bodies crushing through the mud as they rolled forward, their diesel engines spewing out thick smoke.

Wu Wanli's "No. 1" vehicle, like a knife's edge, was the first to rush through the torn gap in the road barrier, its tracks pressing the charred and scalding wreckage into the mud.

The vehicle shook violently. Wu Wanli gripped the fixed handle tightly with one hand and rested the other on the periscope adjustment knob, scanning his surroundings with his eyes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The machine gun positions set up behind the South Korean positions finally reacted, and several M1919 heavy machine guns mounted behind broken walls and earthen embankments began to fire, their piercing roars filling the air.

The 7.62mm armor-piercing rounds struck the Pershing tank's thick frontal armor, producing a series of clanging sounds and sparks.

The bullet's kinetic energy was completely absorbed by the hard, homogeneous steel armor, without even causing the slightest tremor.

The interior of the car actually felt safer; the feeling of being enveloped in a thick metal shell brought a strange sense of security.

"Hanqing! At the 10 o'clock position, at the gap in the earthen wall, is the machine gun position! Load high-explosive shells!"

Wu Wanli reported the exact location.

Liu Hanqing responded immediately, and the heavy turret quickly veered off course with the sound of mechanical rotation.

The loader, Zhang Tiegen, had already taken out a high-explosive shell marked with yellow from the ammunition rack and inserted it into the gun barrel.

Less than three seconds later, "Boom!" The flames reappeared, and the high-explosive shell shot towards the gap in the earthen wall with a sharp whistle.

The smoke and fire from the explosion instantly engulfed and tore apart the machine gun, along with the gunner, assistant gunner, and sandbag bunker.

Dirt, gravel, and blood-stained pieces of limbs flew everywhere, and the desperate screams of the South Korean soldiers could not even reach the confined tank compartment.

At the same time, ten Pershing tanks on the left and right flanks, like outstretched iron pincers, roared their main guns incessantly, accurately bombarding any South Korean troops attempting to assemble or possess heavy weapons.

The T-34 demonstrated the advantage of high rate of fire, with the main gun firing in a continuous, drum-like thud.

Shells rained down on the deep-seated area, suppressing the already limited artillery counterattack capabilities of the US and South Korean forces. Mud pillars rose and fell, and some South Korean anti-tank teams that had just set up bazookas were blown into the air along with their bazookas.

Three hundred elite infantrymen from the guard battalion, led by Shiqian, followed closely behind the tank group.

Instead of charging recklessly, they used the massive steel bodies of the tanks as mobile cover, their steps steady and firm, their movements concise and deadly.

While the tanks' main guns suppressed the enemy's advance, the infantry used the tank bodies as cover to fire precise shots at South Korean soldiers exposed outside their bunkers or attempting to flank and throw explosive charges.

Gunfire, like popping beans, pierced the roar of tanks.

The hail of bullets from submachine guns suppressed and swept down enemy troops in fan-shaped areas, while the steady "bang" of rifles pinpointed and eliminated valuable targets such as machine gunners and artillery observers.

The calm, prehistoric command voice was transmitted to officers of all ranks via walkie-talkie, ensuring close coordination between infantry and tanks.

A South Korean half-track attempting a desperate flank charge had just emerged from behind the rubble when its Browning heavy machine gun on the roof was hit by a Pershing tank on the right flank.

The armor-piercing round struck directly in front of the driver's cab, instantly turning the front of the vehicle into a pile of burning, twisted scrap metal. The gasoline was ignited, creating a huge fireball, and the occupants inside were reduced to charred remains.

"Wanli! The artillery fire from the east has stopped, and Pinghe and his men have begun their assault! They're moving very fast!"

Liu Hanqing reported intelligence from the east side.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, gunfire and faint explosions rang out from the American positions to the east, far more intense than those to the west.

That was the reconnaissance detachment led by Pinghe. They were equipped with a large number of light machine guns and submachine guns. Like a sharp knife, they pierced into the core position of the US forces and completely disrupted Davis's attempt to organize the US retreat.

Such attacks forced the US military to divert resources to resist, preventing them from forming an effective breakout arrow. They were forced to huddle together with the remnants of the South Korean army, making the situation even more chaotic.

"Direction: Southeast! Order the Pinghe Detachment to suppress the enemy with all its might, forcing them to squeeze into the central and western areas, compressing their space, and preventing them from scattering and escaping!"
All units, speed up the pace!
Target adjustment: Launch a full-scale assault to the southeast!

I suspect the enemy commander is there!

Wu Wanli looked at the Sky Eye map and spoke into the radio.

In an instant, the focus of the entire battlefield shifted from annihilating the enemy's manpower to beheading the enemy commander.

With the delivery of the new orders, the initial scattered attacks that had briefly occurred after breaking through the positions instantly turned into a fierce, centripetal assault.

The steel torrent of thirty tanks suddenly twisted into a giant arrowhead with the Wu Wanli "No. 1" tank as its tip, and accelerated sharply towards the southeast!

The heavy tracks churned through the mud, and the engine roared at its limit.

The volunteer soldiers almost jogged alongside the tanks, panting heavily, but no one fell behind.

Thanks to its superior off-road capabilities, the T-34 tank was more agile on soft mud and among ruins, closely following the Pershing group and forming a solid flank protection.

"Two hundred meters ahead! Right corner of a building at the intersection! Warning! Potentially a recoilless gun flash!"

Wu Wanli issued a warning through a faint flash of light at the edge of the artillery scope.

Before he finished speaking, "whoosh—" a plume of white smoke shot out from around the corner of the ruins, heading straight for the "Number One" tank that was charging at the front!
That was a high-velocity armor-piercing projectile fired from a US-made 57mm recoilless rifle!

"Clang—Hiss!!!"

A metallic tearing sound, a hundred times more ear-piercing than any machine gun bullet, exploded violently on the lower left side of the front of the "Number One" vehicle!

The shell tore open the lower part of the junction between the sloped armor and the vertical chassis, although the armor was not completely penetrated.

But the enormous kinetic energy smashed a crater the size of a bowl, causing the inner metal to curl and crack, emitting a teeth-grinding deforming sound.

A slender metal fragment even miraculously pierced through the weakest point of the armor's connection seam, striking the radio casing next to Wu Wanli with a clang, sparks flying, leaving a deep dent!

The car shook violently, as if it had been struck by a giant hammer.

The narrow space was instantly filled with the strong smells of gunpowder, metallic dust, and burnt lubricating grease caused by high temperatures.

Everyone was so shocked that their vision went black, their ears were ringing, and their chests felt tight.

"Directly ahead! Anti-tank team! Two of them!"

The loader, Zhang Tiegen, reacted extremely quickly, not bothering to wipe the oil off his face, and roared.

"give it to me!"

Wang Meng, the driver in charge of the azimuth machine gun, almost instinctively slammed on the brakes and pulled the control lever.

The heavy tracks of the No. 1 tank were locked in place while continuing to rotate, forcing the massive vehicle to perform an almost 90-degree sharp drift in the mud!
At the same time, he pressed his right hand firmly on the firing button of the 7.62mm bow machine gun!
“Da da da da da!!!”

The machine gun at the front of the tank spewed out long tongues of fire.

A dense hail of bullets swept towards the three exposed South Korean anti-tank soldiers, one of whom had just finished reloading and was preparing to aim again!
The two figures were instantly riddled with bullets and fell to the ground, the spare ammunition they were holding rolling out of their hands.

The third person, who was a little further away, tried to escape but was also taken down by a single shot from the guard battalion infantry who were close behind.

"Target cleared! Advance!"

Wu Wanli's voice was frighteningly calm, as if the death that had just brushed past him had never happened.

He wiped the oil splattered in the corner of his eye, his gaze once again fixed on the periscope and the map in his mind.

"Keep advancing! The enemy is panicking! They're pressing even harder!"

Taking advantage of the moment the anti-tank team was wiped out, the entire armored group roared and crushed the wrecked ruins of the intersection without any further hindrance.

The vehicles and the soldiers' bodies were inevitably stained with mud mixed with engine oil and blood.

"Target vehicle spotted! Two jeeps! 400 meters away! Crossing the dry riverbed ahead, attempting to enter the hilly area to the west!"

Liu Hanqing's urgent voice rang out, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Through the panoramic periscope, he could already see two US military jeeps speeding and bumping in the distance, as well as a small convoy of US and South Korean military guard vehicles escorting them, frantically trying to use a section of abandoned dry riverbed as cover to turn to the hills to the west.

"Attention all personnel! Main target! Two jeeps! All firepower to destroy their vehicles first! Infantry squads, prepare to mop up the remaining escort forces!"

Wu Wanli's pupils constricted sharply, and he delivered the final death sentence.

Radio transmitted instructions across the battlefield like electricity.

All tank guns that could aim at the dry riverbed ahead, whether Pershing or T-34, quickly adjusted their aim at the gunner's roar!
The pursuit battle suddenly intensified!

The remaining guard units of the US and South Korean forces spotted the approaching armored formation and immediately launched a final, desperate attack from the rear of the convoy, relying on the embankment of the dry riverbed.

Machine gun and rifle bullets whistled and sprayed over, hitting the frontal armor of the leading "Number One" vehicle and exploding into a dazzling shower of sparks and a clanging noise.

As if sensing impending doom, the two jeeps roared desperately from their engines, accelerating and bouncing wildly through the ravines and rocks of the riverbed, making a final struggle to escape.

"Vehicles one through five, suppress the escort firepower points!"

Vehicles 6 through 15, concentrate your fire on the jeep on the left!

Numbers 16 through 20, all T34s, drive the right-hand jeep!

Hanqing, keep an eye on that car on the right!

"We must cripple them in one strike! Open fire!"

Wu Wanli spoke at breakneck speed, precisely allocating his energy.

In an instant, the main guns of ten Pershing tanks roared simultaneously!

The target is Davis's Jeep!

The armor-piercing rounds, like the Grim Reaper's javelin, crashed into the vicinity of the jeep after a brief flight.

Explosions occurred one after another, sending mud and rocks flying three or four stories high.

Unfortunately, the riverbed was complex, and the jeep had to perform an extreme serpentine maneuver by utilizing the ditches and ridges.

Two shells landed less than five meters in front of the vehicle, creating a large crater. The shockwave nearly caused the jeep to overturn, and all the windows shattered instantly!

The third shot grazed the right rear wheel and smashed the front of the escort truck behind it to pieces!

The three American and South Korean soldiers crammed into the carriage were knocked down by the explosion and flying debris, their screams drowned out by the violent blast.

However, Davis's Jeep, the main target, was only covered in mud and gravel, with dents all over its body and its rearview mirrors knocked off. Its speed was reduced sharply due to the evasive maneuver, but it was miraculously not hit directly.

"Damn it! It's way too bad!"

Liu Hanqing looked at his aiming line and cursed under his breath.

He had just held his breath and aimed at the jeep on his right, but he missed because of the target's irregular swaying and the terrain obstructing the view.

Almost in the instant of his frustration, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!... Boom!" The attack group on the right opened fire!

This is the Jeep that Liu Hanqing was eyeing, the one driven by Jin Mingzhe!
Wu Wanli ordered the T-34 cluster to take charge of the target on the right.

At least three T-34s and then four Pershings covered the vehicle's escape route!
This time, there's no escaping it!

A 76mm high-explosive shell fired from a T-34 landed precisely on the dry riverbed more than a meter away from the left front wheel of the jeep!
The violent shockwave from the explosion and the debris it kicked up swept across the vehicle like countless steel blades!
The windshield of the Jeep was completely blown off by the blast wave!
The left side of the vehicle was severely deformed, and most of the door was torn off!

Scorching hot debris and shockwaves instantly poured into the car!
Kim Myung-chul and the two officers in the car were the first to be hit!
Jin Mingzhe's short, stocky body was struck on the left side as if by an invisible giant hand. He let out a scream that was not human, and his body twisted and deformed inward to an extreme degree.

Blood gushed out from several huge wounds like a high-pressure water gun, instantly staining the entire interior of the deformed carriage red!
He didn't even have time to glance at Wu Wanli's chariot; he only twitched instinctively in his twisted pain before hanging his head and remaining motionless.

The U.S. military advisor next to him had half his face sliced ​​off, revealing his skull, and his carotid artery was severed by high-speed fragments, with blood gushing out.

The adjutant's internal organs were shattered by the explosion, and he vomited a lot of blood and foam from his mouth and nose before curling up in a pool of blood and dying.

The jeep came to a complete stop due to the enormous impact, and the bloody scene inside was too gruesome to bear.

"Enemy commander is dead! Jeep on the right flank destroyed!"

The prehistoric sounds were confirmed through infantry channels and observation posts and clearly transmitted to the tank formation.

Davis, the only survivor, was terrified when he saw the horrific state of the Jeep next to him.

He frantically urged the driver on, and pointed a gun at his head while yelling.

The driver floored the accelerator, and the jeep's engine roared as it leaped and bounded wildly across the dry riverbed.

They tried to rush up the slope on the opposite bank and hide in the sparse woods as a last line of defense.

"Hanqing! Now! You only have one shot! He's about to charge up the hill! Fire!"

Wu Wanli's voice was cold and resolute.

Liu Hanqing's forehead veins bulged, and he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his eyes.

He locked his gaze on the jeep, which was moving wildly like a flea, through the precise scope of the gunnery system, his mind racing to calculate the lead and the impact of the gradient caused by the terrain.

The target is climbing a slope of about 15 degrees, which slows it down slightly. This is the only and most fatal flaw!
"Lock on!" Liu Hanqing roared inwardly.

"boom--!!!"

The main gun of Tank No. 1 roared one last time! The gun barrel recoiled violently!
A heavy, capped armor-piercing round was ejected from the barrel, tearing through the air with immense kinetic energy and emitting a piercing shriek!

The trajectory of the shell is impossible to detect with the naked eye; only a blurry ballistic trace remains.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Boom!!!"

A loud, deafening crash, more terrifying than any previous explosion, rang out behind Davis's Jeep!
The shell did not land on the vehicle, but rather, by a twist of fate or by precise calculation, it hit the area between the fuel tank and the storage compartment above the left rear wheel of the jeep!
The armor-piercing round easily penetrated the thin steel plates of the vehicle body, and exploded violently after penetrating inside!
Davis's Jeep turned into a dazzling, enormous orange-red fireball less than five meters from the top of the hill!
At this point, all the commanders of the US and South Korean forces had been beheaded.

With the remaining US and South Korean forces leaderless, they were completely overwhelmed by the tank group of the 7th Steel Brigade and had no choice but to surrender.

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After the war, on the battlefields outside Yuantongli

"Wanli, what should we do with these three thousand North Korean soldiers?"
Their officers were all killed, and they suffered heavy losses.

Liu Hanqing looked at the rescued North Korean prisoners with a headache and asked.

"Bring it into Yuantong and hand it over to the Fifth Logistics Regiment of Chenggong."

Wasn't he driven by a strong desire for officialdom?
Commanding elite troops who obey orders without question is not difficult, but commanding ordinary soldiers to be effective is quite challenging.

Let's see if he can make good use of these troops. I'm, after all, the honorary vice minister of defense in North Korea, so borrowing these troops shouldn't be a problem."

Wu Wanli thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Wanli, are you giving Comrade Chenggong a chance?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing remained silent for a few seconds before asking.

Whether it's an opportunity or a crisis depends on whether he can seize it.

Let's go into Yuantongli to rest for a while and visit Comrade Chenggong and Comrade Wang Yousheng, who has been wronged.

Comrade Wang Yousheng is a veteran under Commander Li Yunlong, how can we let him be bullied...

Wu Wanli smiled, spoke vaguely, and got into the jeep.

"Yes!"

Seeing this, Liu Hanqing stopped asking questions, immediately agreed, and got into the car.

(End of this chapter)