Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 348 Eight Hundred Chinese People's Volunteer Army Soldiers Charge Against Eight Thousand Elite American Troops! A "Ragpicker" Army's Desperate Battle!
Inside the ambush zone, the US military continued to unleash a barrage of machine guns and rocket launchers on both sides.

On the high ground on both sides of the canyon, the soldiers of the 2nd and 3rd Battalions of the 5th Logistics Regiment were completely overwhelmed by this frenzy.

The US artillery barrage roared incessantly, and the earth trembled painfully amidst the dense shockwaves of the explosions.

The shells rained down like an endless barrage of iron, slamming into the rocks, the trenches, and the bodies of the soldiers.

The Second Battalion's defensive position was instantly engulfed in hellfire.

The mountaintop, with half of it sheared off, resembled a boiling volcano, with rubble mixed with scorching shrapnel flying through the billowing dust.

A heavy machine gun emplacement that had just been spitting fire was hit directly by a large-caliber shell. The twisted barrel, broken sandbags, and the remains of the soldiers were thrown into the air and then fell heavily back down.

"My leg! Ah—!"

A heart-wrenching wail suddenly rang out, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of Li Tiezhu, the volunteer army officer commanding the battle.

He pressed himself against the charred rocks, his eyes straining to search for the source of the screams.

Not far away, in a shell crater, a young North Korean soldier was writhing in agony. His left leg was empty below the knee, the broken flesh and blood mangled, with only wisps of muscle and a tattered piece of his trousers connecting it.

The young soldier's face was contorted with pain and despair, and he cried out incoherently in Korean, futilely trying to press the flying mud and clods of dirt around him onto his horrific wound.

Blood gushed out, soaking the scorched earth beneath him into a deep black mud.

"Medics! Quick! Over there!"

Li Tiezhu roared, his voice almost inaudible amidst the explosion.

Upon hearing this, two medics immediately tried to climb over.

A mortar shell, accompanied by a chilling whistle, slammed into the bunker next to the wounded soldier.

The huge blast wave sent the two volunteer medics flying, and also blasted the wounded soldier and the rock that was barely shielding him into the air.

Li Tiezhu watched this scene unfold, his blood boiling.

Yet another vibrant life was easily crushed on his battlefield!

Despair, like ink dripping into a clear spring, quickly spread among the surviving North Korean soldiers.

They cried out in panicked, terrified Korean, "We can't hold on any longer!" "We're going to die!" "Let me go back!"

The terrified cries could no longer be contained, spreading like a plague across the battlefield amidst flying shrapnel.

Several figures even abandoned their weapons and scrambled backward in panic.

"Don't retreat! Go back and fire! Hold the line!"

Li Tiezhu suddenly leaped up, his eyes bloodshot, and brandished his pistol with all his might, roaring as if he were about to tear his throat apart.

A bullet grazed his waving arm, the scorching heat and stinging pain making him freeze.

Several volunteer soldiers who were supervising him also shouted and even fired warning shots.

But the panic was already uncontrollable.

The rate of fire at several firing positions suddenly decreased, and the entire battle line resembled a dike eroded by a flood, showing signs of collapse that could not be sustained.

Behind the US 2nd Division, the vanguard of the 7th Steel Brigade, after suffering heavy casualties and paying a heavy price, finally managed to break through the last line of defense set up by the US 2nd Division's most elite rear guard battalion on the outskirts of the canyon.

"Keep up! Tanks, advance! Infantry, cover the flanks!"

Wu Wanli's hoarse roar rang out from the No. 1 tank's radio.

In his Sky Eye map, large groups of enemy soldiers, represented by red dots, were retreating in disarray towards the canyon entrance.

The tracks of the tank group of the Seventh Steel Corps spun rapidly, and the torrent of pursuers surged into the narrow area.

“Buzz buzz buzz buzz——”

In an instant, the screeching roar of the US military aircraft engines tore through the air.

The fifty American warplanes that were scrambled to the ground immediately began their dive upon arrival.

"Air raid! Take cover! All anti-aircraft teams, open fire!"

The shouts of the commanders of each detachment were instantly drowned out by the even more violent explosions.

The landing point of the napalm bomb instantly turned into a raging inferno, the ground shook violently, and scorching blasts of air, carrying flames and steel debris, swept outwards.

American-made bombs trailed long plumes of smoke as they precisely struck the moving steel serpent.

The ground was violently torn apart, and rocks and corpses were thrown into the air.

“Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump…………”

The next second, all the heavy machine guns of the Seventh Steel Brigade roared wildly as if they were insane.

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Corps raised their rifles and submachine guns beside the tracks and fired into the air. Countless dim lines of fire intertwined in the thick smoke in the sky, weaving a thin and desperate air defense net.

Several diving American warplanes sparked and pulled up with difficulty, but more steel fireballs continued to fall, and the earth groaned in agony.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Five consecutive earth-shaking roars struck the backbone of the Seventh Steel Brigade like heavy hammer blows.

Thick smoke and flames shot into the sky, and five scarlet fireballs exploded in the steel formation!

The two T-34s were hit directly on the top by aerial bombs and torn apart like cardboard boxes.

The internally burning ammunition exploded violently, the turret was blown askew and flew off the vehicle, and molten metal and the gunner's mangled limbs rained down in all directions.

The other two T34 tanks were blown through and caught fire. The flames spread instantly to the ammunition racks, and only the burning iron shells remained in the violent secondary explosion.

A heavy Pershing was hit by a diving American machine gun, which broke its tracks, and then a bomb dropped on it flipped it over.

"Report casualties! Report casualties!"

Wu Wanli shouted hoarsely into the No. 1 tank radio.

"Commander, at least a hundred soldiers have died in this round!"

Yu Congrong's voice suddenly broke in, a wild roar tinged with sobs.

"Damn it, if we can't win in terms of troop firepower, then we'll make up for it with our individual strength!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli abruptly flung open the tank hatch, which was already covered in scratches.

At the edge of the horizon, next to a burning Pershing tank, several white figures were futilely swatting at other rolling fire figures at the edge of the flames.

Those were medics and stretcher bearers trying to rescue their vehicle after it was shot down!
A burst of heavy machine gun bullets swept fiercely past, cutting two soldiers who rushed to their aid and a wounded soldier crawling on the ground in half at the waist!
Wu Wanli's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his gaze fixed on the silver-gray aircraft circling and hissing in the air, and the shattered white figure amidst the flames.

In the next instant, he saw his target, he saw his opportunity!
A Pershing tank with its tracks blown off but its heavy machine gun on the turret intact was positioned just a few dozen meters in front of the Panzer I, acting as a natural steel bunker.

The dark muzzle of the M2 heavy machine gun pointed towards the sky, emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

Time is of the essence!

Wu Wanli grabbed the edge of the scorching hot tank wall with both hands, and his body shot out like a spring full of power!

He landed and tumbled, several fighter jet bullets thudding and hitting the scorched earth near his body.

He disregarded everything and pounced on the disabled Pershing wreckage like a cheetah.

Pershing's metal armor was so hot it almost burned his palms.

Wu Wanli used his feet to push up the protrusions on the surface of the vehicle and climbed onto the huge turret.

On the sweltering turret deck, the heavy M2 machine gun leaned to one side, its gleaming bullet belt still attached to the ammunition box.

All that remains of the gunner's seat is a charred, blackened wreckage with the gunner's hand gripping the loading handle.

Wu Wanli gripped the heavy gun barrel with one hand, his thick arm bursting with all his strength as he roared and forcefully pulled the heavy killing machine off the gunner's gun mount!
The metal scraped together with a piercing sound, and at the same time he kicked the gunner's mangled body off the turret.

He dragged the gun and lunged at the relatively flat ground beside the wreckage. With a loud bang, the heavy support slammed into the ground.

He checked the bolt as quickly as possible—the catch seemed slightly deformed, but it was nothing serious!

Just then, a US warplane screeched to a halt, skimming low over the hillside from the side, preparing to strafe the chaotic group in the canyon again.

It was extremely fast, with its nose pointing down, revealing a menacing rocket launcher pod.

The distance was so close that Wu Wanli could even see the pilot's face, which was wearing goggles, turning downwards to search for the target.

That fleeting moment of hesitation before the dive! It was an opportunity!

Wu Wanli's blood seemed to boil and roar in his veins, and the icy killing intent originating from the depths of his soul caused his world to shrink to its extreme in an instant.

For a moment, his world consisted only of the roaring steel fighter jets, the sights, and the aiming rods.

He slammed his right hand down on the cold bolt handle, and with a crisp "click," the bullet was chambered. His finger gripped the cold trigger tightly!

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

In an instant, the heavy roar of the M2 heavy machine gun suddenly exploded amidst the howling sound in the canyon, making his ears ring!
The gun muzzle spewed out a blazing tongue of fire more than half a meter long, and a heavy storm of metal erupted instantly, tearing through the air!
In an instant, the high-speed bullet had already covered a distance of only a few hundred meters!
"Puff puff puff!"

Deadly heavy machine gun bullets slammed into the vulnerable fuel tank area at the root of the left wing of the US warplane.

Sparks flew wildly from the nose of the hit U.S. fighter jet, and the terrified face of the U.S. pilot was magnified suddenly behind the violently shaking canopy.

"boom--!!!"

The next second, a huge, blinding orange-red fireball exploded in the air!

The left wing of the US warplane suddenly broke off and detached, causing the aircraft to lose balance and tumble at high speed as it crashed into the cliff face opposite the canyon with a deafening roar!

"Hit! Captain Wu shot down an enemy plane!"

At that moment, soldiers behind nearby bunkers roared wildly.

"This is the first one, but not the last!"

Wu Wanli roared as he continued to operate the heavy machine gun, aiming it at the sky and firing.

The spewing flames illuminated his face, which was covered in sweat and gunpowder smoke. The bullet chain bounced wildly, and the scalding hot bullet casings clattered to the ground at his feet.

A U.S. military fighter jet swooped down to an extremely low position and was strafing the tracks of a T-34.

Wu Wanli suddenly lowered the muzzle of his gun by three inches, almost instantly catching the trajectory of the American fighter jet as it dove at high speed!

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!"

In an instant, another precise short burst of fire!
The bullet precisely penetrated the vulnerable underside of the targeted US warplane!

Its engine guard was instantly torn apart, and the oil lines were severed!

Less than two seconds later, the fighter jet crashed into the exposed, massive rock face in front of it.

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, only burning wreckage and flying metal fragments remained.

In this way, with the added bonus of the permanent super-godlike shooting skill, Wu Wanli shot down several American warplanes in succession.

The remaining US fighter jets were thoroughly enraged; this was an intolerable disgrace and a tremendous threat!
"High-threat ground target detected! Repeat! High-threat ground target detected! Coordinates..."

A U.S. military pilot roared furiously over the radio.

"Priority fire! Send three fighter jets to focus fire! Bomb that damn machine gun into the sky!"

Jack, inside the White Eagle II fighter jet, immediately gave the order.

Upon receiving the signal, three U.S. fighter jets formed a tight triangular dive attack formation and swooped down from high altitude toward Wu Wanli!

"Puff puff!"

Under immense wind pressure, Wu Wanli forcibly twisted his body, like a bowstring stretched to its limit!

The massive gun barrel swung violently, pointing straight at the sky!

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!!!"

The heavy fire whips tore through the air, hurtling towards the three high-speed diving American fighter jets!

The ammunition belt bounced wildly, and scalding hot cartridge cases rained down on the ground.

The first US fighter jet burst out with several sparks from its belly. It shook violently and tried to pull up to avoid it, but it was too late!
The second string of precise, deadly fire swept across its cockpit in an instant, and the pilot's canopy shattered before Wu Wanli's eyes!
The US fighter jet's dive trajectory instantly became rigid and out of control.

It grazed less than ten meters above the turret of Tank No. 1 before crashing into the valley not far behind Wu Wanli with a loud bang!
"Boom!"

A blinding fireball shot into the sky with a deafening roar!

The first wave of attacks was torn open, temporarily halting the attack, but only for a moment!

Wu Wanli didn't even have time to look at the smoke and fire of the crashed enemy plane; the immense pressure came from the side!
A cunning Mustang attack aircraft took advantage of the valley terrain to swoop in at extremely low altitude, skimming the bottom of the steep eastern cliff!

The deafening roar of the engine and the swirling winds from the propellers blew ahead of time, violently pulling his clothes back and whipping up scorching hot earth!

Too close! There's no way to avoid it!

Almost instinctively, Wu Wanli braced his left foot against the scorching Pershing track behind him, unleashing astonishing strength to forcefully throw himself and the heavy machine gun to the right!
"Puff puff puff puff puff—!"

A violent storm of bullets, like a torrent of scorching steel, swept past his back and head!
The spot where he had just been crouching was now ablaze with flying stone chips, sparks, and burning mud!
The scorching air scraped past his skin, carrying with it the acrid smell of burning flesh.

The Mustang pilot clearly hadn't expected the target to evade him in such a desperate manner at the last moment.

The plane roared overhead, the powerful airflow almost lifting him off his feet.

But just as the Mustang pulled up its nose the instant it swept over the wreckage, Wu Wanli, in an incredible posture, half-kneeled and forcibly propped himself up!

At the same time, the heavy muzzle had already swung through a resolute semi-circle into the sky, biting firmly at the rear of the Mustang's still-climbing fuselage!

The Mustang driver sensed something was wrong and jerked the control stick! But that brief moment of exposure was enough!

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!!!!"

As the gunshots rang out, another US warplane was accurately hit and crashed thanks to the superhuman marksmanship.

Another US warplane panicked and tried to climb to avoid Wu Wanli, but was shot down by the artillery detachment's anti-aircraft fire the next second.

Inside the White Eagle II fighter jet

"What amazing marksmanship! How could I have forgotten you, Captain Wu?"

All fighter jets, gather together and kill that man!

Even if we lose 90% of our fighter jets, it'll be worth it as long as we kill him!

Jack, seeing the incredibly accurate heavy machine gun below, suddenly realized who it was and immediately gritted his teeth and gave the order. "Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz—"

However, at that moment, the roar of engines from the Chinese fighter jet formation began.

Inside the lead Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Comrades, shoot down these American devils' warplanes! Don't let our army comrades suffer anymore!"

After speaking into the radio, Wang Wei pulled the control lever and rushed out.

Soon, seventy Chinese fighter jets rushed toward the American fighter jets in the distance.

Inside the White Eagle II fighter jet

"Damn it, cancel the original target! Keep those Chinese fighters occupied and wait for Harris and his men to provide support!"

Upon seeing this, Jack immediately changed his command.

Inside the White Eagle VI fighter jet

"Sir, why don't we just leave? We only have about thirty fighter jets left."

A U.S. military pilot asked.

"If we leave, the Second American Division will be finished."

Contact the ground and tell the Second Division that we can only hold them off for twenty minutes; tell them to make the most of their last moments.

Jack sighed and said.

Before long, the fighter jets of the two sides were locked in a fierce dogfight, and neither side could break away for a while.

On the command vehicle of the US Second Division

"General, we must seize the last moment, otherwise the air force will not be able to hold out."

"The chief of staff of the U.S. Second Division said anxiously."

"I see that the ambush firepower on both sides is not strong anymore, so there's no need to be a perfectionist."

"Let the entire division launch a general charge, charge straight through, even if it means suffering some casualties."

After assessing the disadvantages in the air battle and noting the limited firepower remaining on both flanks, Division Commander Kaiser gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff of the U.S. Second Division quickly agreed.

Soon, the entire US 2nd Division began a charge to break out of the ambush zone, disregarding casualties.

On the high ground on both sides of the canyon, the remaining firing positions of the 5th Logistics Regiment erupted with a final, deafening roar.

On the Second Battalion's position, Battalion Commander Zhao Dongzhe's face was covered in soot, and half of his face was cut by rubble from the explosion, bleeding profusely, yet he seemed oblivious to it.

He pushed aside the fallen communications officer who was standing in front of him, grabbed a Type 91 machine gun, and roared:

"Beat them! Stop them! Kill as many as you can!"

With ammunition almost depleted, the surviving soldiers all pulled the triggers, bullets raining down like sparse raindrops onto the surging torrent below.

Several cluster grenades were thrown down with great force, exploding into small flowers of death among the American troops, overturning several jeeps and more than ten soldiers.

The Third Battalion's position was also firing fiercely.

Volunteer Army officer Li Tiezhu's right arm hung limply, clearly dislocated or broken, but he still used his left hand and teeth to tear open the lid of the last box of grenades, shouting in a hoarse voice:
"Supervisory team! Anyone still able to move, surrender with me! No retreating! We're behind you!"

His voice was quickly drowned out by the machine gun barrage of the American troops, and the supervising soldiers around him fell one after another.

Some North Korean soldiers witnessed the overwhelming force of the American troops, who were advancing relentlessly regardless of the cost of their lives. A section of their defensive line finally collapsed, and several men dropped their guns and ran away.

A thin recruit had only run a few steps when he was hit in the back by a stray bullet and fell to the ground on the scorched earth.

On the road in the valley below, the US troops used tank wreckage and burning trucks as cover, and the infantry, driven by officers and sergeants, unleashed a terrifying charge.

Heavy machine guns fired wildly from vehicles and behind makeshift bunkers, suppressing the firing positions on the high ground on both sides.

Ignoring the risk of exposing themselves, the howitzer company fired rapidly during the intervals between marches, unleashing volleys of shells on the Fifth Regiment's positions. Each explosion sent up large amounts of rubble and severed limbs.

The screams of American soldiers, the roar of engines, the explosions of artillery shells, and the cries of the dying all merged into a devastating sound wave.

Park Soon-gil, a North Korean soldier lying in a shell crater, had just finished loading the last bullet and was aiming at an American gunner below who was setting up a mortar.

His fingers trembled, his throat was parched, and images flashed before his eyes of the desperate look in the eyes of his fellow villager whose leg had been blown off, and of his own family members far away in the south, their fate unknown.

He closed his eyes briefly, then yanked the trigger.

A shot rang out, and the target staggered and fell, but then a burst of machine gun bullets swept over, the flying frozen soil and gravel hitting his helmet with a clanging sound.

However, the next second, he was overwhelmed by American artillery fire and died on the spot.

A few minutes later, the sustained fire from the top of the hill finally weakened irreversibly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Not far behind, Wu Wanli clearly "saw" this scene through the Sky Eye Map.

The dots representing the positions of the two battalions of the 5th Logistics Regiment rapidly dimmed, while the huge red arrow representing the main force of the 2nd US Division was fiercely advancing towards the canyon exit.

He knew that the soldiers of the Fifth Logistics Regiment had pushed themselves to the limit in dire circumstances.

The casualty figures displayed on the map made him hold his breath for a moment.

Even after its armor was almost completely destroyed and morale was severely damaged, the U.S. 2nd Infantry Division's core combat skills, organization, and will to survive unleashed instantaneous combat power, making it undoubtedly one of the most formidable ground forces in the UN forces.

The speed and efficiency with which this team emerged exceeded even the worst-case scenario estimates.

However, thinking about how it took the combined strength of the entire Ninth Army Corps to defeat the US 1st Marine Division, Wu Wanli felt much more at ease.

You can say the US military is bad, but you can't say the US military is incompetent.

"They want to run away? Not so easy!"

The torn-off flesh wasn't enough; they had to keep hitting!
All of them, press them down!

"Chase after them and keep attacking! We can't let the five regiments of brothers in front sacrifice themselves in vain!"

Wu Wanli returned to Tank No. 1 and gave orders over the radio.

In an instant, the pursuit front of the Seventh Steel Brigade was reignited.

The tank engine roared as it accelerated through the bumpy river valley.

The artillery barrage under Lei Gong's command roared deafeningly, and the shells whistled over the heads of the pursuing Steel Seventh Brigade soldiers, crashing into the elite rear guard battalion responsible for blocking the enemy's advance, sending up a cloud of fire and dust.

Yu Congrong and Gao Daxing's infantry detachment also set up machine guns and grenade launchers, unleashing a dense barrage of fire on the American rearguard, who were as stubborn as a rock but were already swaying in the artillery fire.

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade shouted as they leaped forward, each step accompanied by the threat of sporadic sniper shots and stray bullets.

However, this elite rearguard battalion of the US military fought extremely tenaciously.

They relied on every rock, every crater, and even the burning wreckage of friendly vehicles to hold off the enemy, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

Anti-tank rockets, trailing plumes of flame, occasionally shot out. Although they posed little threat to the main tank group of the advancing 7th Steel Brigade, they greatly slowed down the infantry following the tanks.

During a rapid tank battle, a T-34 that was charging too fast was hit in the track by a rocket-propelled grenade from the side, rendering it immobile and emitting thick black smoke.

A Chinese tank commander crawled out, his face covered in blood, only to be pinned down by machine gun fire and unable to move under the tank.

Despite the fierce pursuit fire of the 7th Steel Brigade, which inflicted heavy casualties on the American rearguard, the elite rearguard battalion formed a resilient barrier with their flesh and blood, buying the main force extremely valuable time to break through.

Wu Wanli watched through the Sky Eye Map as the massive main force arrow representing the Second US Division broke through the faint remnants of the firepower network of the Fifth Logistics Regiment's line-filling battalion and was about to approach the canyon exit area.

That gleam was a path to survival on the plains, but it also meant that the ambush zone and geographical advantage set up by the Seventh Steel Brigade were about to be completely lost.

The Second Division paid a price, but they fiercely broke open the last gate to freedom.

The light at the canyon's exit attracted every American soldier who had survived the ordeal like a magnet; Commander Kaiser could even smell the biting, gunpowder-free wind!

Despite the heavy price paid, the screams and explosions of the rearguard were still chilling, but as long as they could break through this damned canyon, they would have a chance to regroup!

At this moment, on the US Second Division command vehicle
The chief of staff of the 2nd Infantry Division, watching the troops whose morale was eerily high under the bright light at the exit, whispered worriedly to Kaiser, "General, the exit is relatively open, but the terrain is still somewhat undulating and has some groves of trees. I'm worried about the Chinese..."

"They have no troops left!"

Their main force was left behind in the canyon, and the line-filling battalions on both sides of the mountain have been torn apart by us!
Our intelligence analysis was correct; the main force blocking our way in the end was a bunch of ragtag North Korean troops and logistics soldiers!
Their elite troops have been tied down by us!
Freedom lies ahead!

Tell the soldiers to keep pushing! Home is just around the corner!

Division Commander Kaiser frowned as he spoke.

at this time!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!
Ahead, in front of the bright area that symbolized a way out, a low hill and grove of trees that had previously only had scattered shrubs and snowdrifts suddenly erupted into a burst of gunfire!

Bullets rained down like a sudden hailstorm, fiercely striking the unsuspecting American vanguard from the front and sides!
The driver of the jeep at the front had his head explode like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer. The vehicle went out of control and crashed into a boulder, bursting into flames.

A truck carrying lightly wounded soldiers and some heavy weapons was hit in the fuel tank by several bullets and exploded!

The scorching heatwave and shrapnel instantly engulfed more than ten soldiers around them, their screams piercing the sky!

"Damn it! How many Chinese blocking troops do they have?!"

At that moment, the US Army vanguard battalion commander let out a desperate roar.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the exit, but little did he know that death had laid out a final feast in front of the gate of life!

It turned out that Cheng Gong led the last two thousand elite troops of the Fifth Logistics Regiment to rush to the designated blocking area outside the canyon exit.

However, the situation was far more critical than they had imagined!
When it was successfully determined that the positions of the Second and Third Battalions were about to be captured, an order was immediately given to set up simple blocking positions on the spot, which led to the scene we see today!
Many soldiers, still catching their breath, collapsed onto the cold snow, pulled back the bolts of their rifles, and searched for their targets in the crosshairs.

Most of them were equipped with captured American light weapons, but they had very little real heavy firepower, carrying only a limited number of light mortars and a few heavy machine guns.

In that moment of haste, a torrent of troops from the Second Division of the United States crashed head-on into them!
The American vanguard was suddenly met with a crushing blow, suffering heavy losses. The momentum of the entire attack came to a halt, and the previously high morale was instantly dampened, with panic spreading again.

More American soldiers instinctively lay down behind snowdrifts or low slopes, or sought cover from vehicle wreckage, and hastily returned fire.

However, less than ten seconds later!

"Fire! All troops! Push them back! They don't have many men! They don't have heavy artillery!"

Through his binoculars, Division Commander Kaiser instantly determined the nature of the blocking force: although the firepower was dense, it was mainly light weapons, and the hastily constructed positions were not perfect!
"Notify the artillery company! Deploy on the spot! Cover the woods ahead and the high ground on the right flank!"

Target area, rapid fire!

Even if we lose the tank, we still have two armored vehicles!

A frontal assault! Crush their positions!

After observing for a few more seconds, Kaiser gave the order.

Their way out was right in front of them, but it was blocked by these damned Chinese logistics soldiers who were sticking to them like glue!

This was even more humiliating and infuriating to him than the pursuit by the Seventh Steel Brigade!
With the order given, the last remaining combat potential of the US 2nd Division was completely squeezed out!

American soldiers who had just been lying down to take cover were now standing up or leaping forward under the officers' shouts and death threats.

Several half-track armored vehicles were pushed up, their heavy machine guns like roaring scythes of death, spewing dense streams of steel fire that instantly silenced the machine gun positions that the 5th Logistics Regiment had just set up.

Mortar shells and artillery shells roared down on the 5th Regiment's blocking positions, especially the defensive points on the right side near the exit.

Soil, gravel, broken branches, and unfortunate soldiers were thrown high into the air, and the smoke of battle quickly spread.

After successfully lying prone on a low slope, scorching shrapnel flew past his helmet with a piercing "clang," making his head buzz.

Just as his bodyguard was loading his ammunition, a shell exploded nearby, and half of the bodyguard disappeared, his blood and internal organs splattering all over Cheng Gong's face.

He subconsciously wiped his face, the sticky, warm feeling making his stomach churn, but an even stronger chill was in his heart.

"First Company! Seal off that gap with fire! Second Company, watch your flanks and rear!"
Heavy machine gun! Where's the heavy machine gun?!

Success screamed.

A machine gun crew had just set up when they were shot in the head by an American sniper. The assistant gunner took over, but was blown away by a shell less than two seconds later.

Zhu Zi, a young soldier who had only been in the army for half a year, was holding his Zhongzheng rifle, trembling all over, his crotch was soaked with sweat.

He saw a tall American soldier across from him, holding a sturdy submachine gun, menacingly firing in his direction.

The bullets "whooshed" as they hit the mound of earth in front of him.

"Mother...mother..."

Zhu Zi muttered to himself unconsciously, while still struggling to fire at the enemy in his line of sight.

But the next second, a burst of machine gun bullets flew in, instantly riddling him with holes.

Clearly, the difference in firepower is too great!
Although the US military was also a defeated force, its equipment advantage and skillful use of firepower were fully demonstrated at this moment.

The soldiers of the 5th Logistics Regiment, relying on their courage and the hasty resistance in the terrain, were quickly suppressed.

The frontal defenses were breached in multiple places under the barrage of firepower. US infantry followed behind armored vehicles and were closing in step by step. Casualties were rising sharply!

"Go on the bayonet!"

Successfully watched his soldiers fall due to the inferior firepower and roared through gritted teeth.

"Commander Chenggong, the Fifth Logistics Regiment probably only has eight or nine hundred comrades left. If we fight another close-quarters battle, they'll really be wiped out..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yousheng reminded him with tears in his eyes.

"I said, fix bayonets!!!!"
Comrades, I'm willing to risk my life for success, follow me and kill!!!

Successfully, with bloodshot eyes, he fixed his bayonet and immediately charged out, taking the lead.

"Damn it, I fought the Japanese devils with Commander Li Yunlong back in Shanxi and I'm not afraid!"
Killing one is enough, killing two would be a bonus. I can't go down there and let the old Independent Regiment look down on me!
kill! ! ! "

Upon seeing this, Wang Yousheng immediately threw down his military cap, picked up his bayonet, and followed in Chenggong's footsteps.

In an instant, all the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers of the Fifth Logistics Regiment raised their bayonets and charged forward.

"Drip drip drip drip drip—"

The bugle call of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, like the roar of a dragon, sounded at just the right moment, sounding both stirring and tragic!

Eight hundred Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers charged against eight thousand American soldiers, while the logistics and cooking soldiers fought alongside elite American troops.

Success, as the regimental commander, led the charge, which ignited the fighting spirit of these "ragtag" soldiers!

(End of this chapter)