Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 360 The bloody battle that annihilated the entire US 2nd Division!

Not long after, Kaiser, who intended to capture Wu Wanli and others as hostages and escape from Paotai Mountain, led the US 2nd Division and the ROK 6th Division to the foot of Paotai Mountain.

General Kaiser, commander of the 2nd Infantry Division, stood beside the wreckage of a Pershing tank with its tracks broken, waving his pistol and shouting:

"Charge! Tear open the breach! Only capturing that damned Wu Wanli on the mountaintop will save your life!"

In an instant, the engines of the tanks and armored vehicles behind him roared and spewed thick smoke.

US and South Korean infantrymen crossed the broken barbed wire and trudged through the scorched earth repeatedly plowed by artillery fire, charging towards the first line of defense at the foot of the mountain.

The remnants of the South Korean 6th Division were placed at the forefront, becoming a desperate human shield.

"Attention, all artillery positions!"

"Thunder God, target the depression at the foot of the mountain, fire rapidly! Suppress the follow-up waves!"

Wu Wanli shouted into the walkie-talkie, his voice unusually clear amidst the bursts of explosion.

Shortly after the order was given, a triple bombardment—combined with artillery fire from Lei Gong's command, the massive cannons of Chinese warships on the sea, and bombs dropped by Chinese fighter jets—instantly covered the low-lying area.

boom! Boom boom boom!
The earth trembled violently as if it were being repeatedly pounded by a giant hammer.

A U.S. infantry company and several accompanying Sherman tanks that had just entered the depression were instantly swallowed up by orange and black smoke.

Broken limbs, twisted metal components, and burning canvas backpacks were violently thrown into the air, then fell like dirty raindrops.

A Sherman's turret was directly hit by a 406mm naval gun shell, turning into wreckage along with the American crew inside, like a crushed tin can.

However, the curtain of slaughter failed to completely stop this wave of frenzied attack.

More American tanks and infantry poured out as if from a crack in hell, forcefully breaking through that inferno.

The American tank tracks roared as they crushed the still-burning corpses of their comrades and the wreckage of vehicles, mingling with the screams of the infantry, before crashing heavily into the first circular trench of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army at the foot of the mountain.

"Fire! Nail them to the ground in front of the trench!"

The hoarse roar of the detachment leader, Gao Daxing, echoed through the trench.

In an instant, from behind the sandbag fortifications along the trenches, the Browning machine guns, Thompson submachine guns, and Garand rifles equipped by the assault detachment soldiers all spewed out deadly flames.

"Da da da da da..."

"Thump thump thump thump thump..."

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

In an instant, bullets formed a dense torrent of steel, spraying towards the approaching enemy horde like a torrent.

The South Korean soldiers at the forefront fell in droves, like stalks of wheat under a sickle.

Bullets struck the frontal armor of the American-made Pershing tank, sending up bursts of dazzling sparks.

The tank's coaxial machine guns fired wildly, suppressing the trench firing positions.

"Anti-tank team! Take out that Pershing!"

Gao Daxing pointed to a tank that was charging the furthest and firing its machine gun into the trench and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, two soldiers carrying Soviet-made anti-tank grenades leaped out from the flank trench.

One man was swept down by tank fire, while the other, like a nimble raccoon, tumbled and leaped through the hail of bullets and craters.

He lunged to the side of the tank and shoved the smoking grenade into the joint between the track and the road wheel!

Boom!

A muffled explosion was accompanied by a piercing sound of metal tearing apart, and one of the Pershing's tracks snapped off.

Its heavy body suddenly tilted, the tank turret spun in vain, and was instantly hit by several anti-tank bullets fired from the trench, sparks flying everywhere, and the coaxial machine gun fell silent.

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Meanwhile, inside the US Second Division command vehicle
"General! The first trench's firepower is too intense! We're being suppressed! We've suffered heavy losses!"

The frontline commander's voice was choked with sobs over the radio, against a backdrop of deafening gunfire and screams.

Division Commander Kaiser wiped the mud and sweat from his face, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the battlefield ahead, which resembled a meat grinder.

After a few seconds of silence, he slammed his fist on the radio stand in front of him and roared into the microphone:

"The 1st Cavalry Division! Freeman! Where are you?!"

I'm surrounded at Gangneung Port! The Seventh Fleet is gone!

I need reinforcements! Immediately!

And that damned air force! I need bombers! Bomb the mountaintop flat!

However, all that came back through the earphones was the hissing noise of the electrical circuit and blurry, completely irrelevant fragments of a distant conversation.

Seeing no response, despair instantly gripped Kaiser's heart.

"General, the encirclement by the Chinese and North Korean forces is tightening!"
Large troop movements detected on the flank!

The chief of staff of the 2nd Division of the U.S. Army pointed to the northwest and southeast directions and reported in alarm.

On the vast, undulating, scorched black plains in the distance, soldiers of the New Eighth Army and the Ninth Army of Korea, under the cover of sparse trees and low hills, were rapidly pressing towards the foot of Paotai Mountain.

The two armies were like two giant iron pincers, coldly closing in.

Kaiser's heart sank to the bottom, but his face instead showed a ferocious look like that of a trapped beast.

"They want to surround us? Dream on!"
Attention all units! This is Kaiser!

The ROK 6th Division dispatched troops to launch a feint attack on the left flank of the Chinese army at all costs, drawing and holding back some of the Chinese firepower on the mountaintop!
All armored forces of the US 2nd Division, infantry battalions, follow me!

Target—Command post on the mountainside directly ahead!

This is the only way out! Attack! Attack!

Kaiser gritted his teeth and yelled into the walkie-talkie.

This is the last gamble.

Using South Korean troops as bait and cannon fodder to launch a feint attack on the flanks, the US 2nd Division's main force was torn open a path to the core of the mountaintop.

Halfway up Paotai Mountain, in the forward command post of the Seventh Steel Brigade, built against solid rock...

At this moment, Wu Wanli's attention was fixed on the rapidly changing enemy and friendly forces on the Sky Eye map.

The map clearly shows that the enemy's main force is launching a feint attack from the depression at the foot of the mountain towards the northwest.

Meanwhile, a more refined and faster armored arrow was thrusting towards the command post along a relatively concealed gentle slope.

Attention all positions at the front!

US armored unit spotted, azimuth 235, distance 800 meters, advancing southward along an unnamed valley!

Thunder God, correct all the elements!
Target area: Exit of the unnamed valley!
Xu Jin's comment: "Seal the breach! Delay them!"

Wu Wanli picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke rapidly, giving the order to cut off the railway without hesitation.

Pinghe!
Elite US troops have arrived!
Order all anti-tank teams to advance and engage the enemy at the edge of the pre-designated minefield!

Stop their tanks at all costs!

Yu Congrong led the reserve team to reinforce the southern section of Erdaohao and block the breach!
Hanqing, notify the New Eighth Army and the Ninth Army on the periphery to press towards the foot of Paotai Mountain at all costs!

The encirclement must be tightened immediately; we cannot let Kaiser, this big fish, escape!

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

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Before long, the radios crackled with the resolute responses of the various commanders.

The command, like an invisible current, instantly spread throughout the entire defense system.

At Lei Gong's artillery position, the gunners frantically cranked the azimuth and elevation mechanisms based on data transmitted from the forward observation posts, and the heavy muzzles spewed out deadly flames.

Shells whistled across the mountain ridge, blasting open one mobile wall of steel and fire after another along the only path leading from the nameless valley to the mountainside.

boom! boom! boom!
Xu Jin's barrage exploded precisely fifty meters in front of the armored assault group personally led by Kaiser, the mud, gravel, and shrapnel sweeping across like deadly hail.

An M24 Chaffee light tank at the forefront was hit directly in the turret. In a flash, the turret tilted and drooped down.

The two Pershing tankers and several armored personnel carriers behind them were forced to brake suddenly, and the infantrymen jumped off the vehicles in panic to find cover.

The intense artillery fire temporarily slowed the advance of this steel torrent, but failed to completely stop it.

Large numbers of anti-tank team soldiers, carrying heavy anti-tank rocket launchers and cluster grenades, risked their lives to advance, using the rocks and craters on both sides of the valley as cover.

Amidst the smoke, long flames shot from the tails of rocket launchers as rockets streaked towards American tanks.

boom! Boom!

A Pershing's side armor was hit by a rocket at close range, tearing a gaping hole in the armor.

Black smoke mixed with flames suddenly gushed out, the ammunition inside the vehicle was ignited by the secondary explosion, and the entire tank instantly turned into a huge fireball, turning the surrounding rocks blood red.

Another rocket missed its target and exploded on a rock in front of the tank, sending flying debris that knocked down several Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers who were trying to approach to throw cluster grenades.

"For our motherland! Charge!"

Yu Congrong led the reserve fire brigade, roaring as they charged into the southern section of the second trench.

When he arrived, the place had become a bloody wreck.

Under the cover of tank wreckage and armored vehicles, the US infantry had closed to within fifty meters of the trench, and the two sides exchanged fire frantically.

The rapid-fire of submachine guns, the crisp clanging of rifle cartridges being ejected, the muffled explosions of grenades, and the screams of those hit... all blended together into a symphony of death.

Yu Congrong's submachine gun spat fire, sending an American soldier who had just climbed to the edge of the trench sprawling backward.

Meanwhile, soldiers kept falling around him.

"Hold the line! Nail them down!"

Yu Congrong's voice was already hoarse. He grabbed a light machine gun left behind by a soldier who had just died, set it up on a sandbag, and started firing fiercely down the slope.

Countless bullets were fired from the barrel, and spent cartridges clattered and rolled all over the ground.

Meanwhile, Kaiser below, through his observation scope, saw that the attack ahead had been thwarted once again, and his elite troops had suffered heavy casualties under the tenacious resistance and accurate artillery fire of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Meanwhile, on the flanks and rear, the waves of the New Eighth Army and the North Korean Ninth Army were rapidly approaching, getting closer and closer!
Time! Time! Damn it, the reinforcements are never coming!
A violent, utterly destructive impulse instantly overwhelmed Kaiser's last shred of reason.

He clenched his fists and let out a final, frantic roar into the radio:
"All troops, charge!"
Target – the highest point on the mountaintop!

No matter the cost!

Infantry, follow the tanks! Charge!

Capture Wu Wanli alive!
That's our only way out! Charge! God bless America!

The last reserve force was pushed forward, and even the division's guard company was thrown into the charge.

Wu Wanli stood behind a half-collapsed bunker on the mountainside, staring intently through the choking smoke at the enemy surging in like a tide below.

The Sky Eye Map flickered violently in my mind, with dense red arrows representing enemy shockwaves almost crushing the blue lines representing our own defenses.

"Hold on! Not a single one can retreat!"

Thunder God! One last rapid shot!
Cover from the foot of the mountain to the front of the defensive trench!

Wu Wanli picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

"understand!"

Lei Gong responded quickly, and then commanded all the cannons to unleash their final roar.

After all, once the US military is engaged in close combat, they can no longer afford to bomb and accidentally injure civilians.

The shells roared into the enemy ranks, blasting up pillars of mud and severed limbs, and the flashes of the explosions briefly illuminated their faces.

But this brief period of suppression was short-lived.

Driven by death and despair, the American and South Korean soldiers trampled over the corpses of their comrades and charged madly into the first trench amidst the hysterical screams of their officers.

Instantly, a fierce hand-to-hand battle erupted both inside and outside the trench.

The metallic clang of bayonets clashing, the muffled thud of rifle butts smashing bones, the dying screams, the furious roars... all combined to create a chilling symphony of death.

On the battlefield

Gao Daxing's left arm bandage was already soaked with blood, but his right hand was still wielding a captured US military shovel.

The shovel was thick and heavy, and each swing brought a thunderous sound. It slammed into the neck of an American soldier trying to climb up the trench, producing a tooth-grinding cracking sound.

Blood splattered all over Gao Daxing's face, but he didn't even blink, roaring as he lunged at another enemy beside him.

As the battle raged, fewer and fewer soldiers remained around him.

A young Chinese volunteer soldier had just stabbed a South Korean soldier in the stomach with his bayonet when a bullet fired from the side pierced his helmet, causing his body to stiffen abruptly and he to fall limply to the ground.

Another veteran was tackled by two American soldiers. With his last strength, he pulled the pin on the grenade at his waist, and the flames and smoke engulfed them.

Yu Congrong, who had come with reserve reinforcements, also drew his bayonet and led his troops into battle.

A Chinese volunteer soldier, clutching a satchel charge, charged into a small group of American soldiers, howling as he did so.

With a deafening roar, blood and chunks of flesh scattered everywhere.

Yu Congrong's left leg was cut open by shrapnel, and blood gushed out.

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his bayonet, and continued to roar as he commanded the remaining men:
"Hold on! Even if it kills us, we'll take a piece of their flesh!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers on the position were greatly encouraged, raised their bayonets, and charged downwards, shouting, "Kill!"

Led by Yu Congrong and Gao Daxing, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade once repelled an invading American force with their fierce counter-attacks, even destroying a light tank that accompanied the infantry charge.

But the enemy's subsequent attacks continued unabated.

Gao Daxing was like a tireless bull, covered in blood, his cotton-padded clothes torn to reveal his strong muscles and the many ripped wounds underneath.

He wielded a large iron bar that he had seized from the American soldiers, sweeping it wildly left and right, each swing producing a dull thud.

However, his comrades fell one after another.

The communications soldier was hit in the chest by a stray bullet behind him and fell to the ground dead.

The machine gunner covering his flank had his head sliced ​​off by a mortar shell.

Gao Daxing was cornered by three American soldiers with bayonets. He leaned against the wreckage of a burning truck, letting out a trapped beast's roar, his eyes bloodshot, and his iron bar covered in red and white substances.

Meanwhile, on the flank positions.

The reconnaissance detachment soldiers in Pinghe used precise shooting and flexible tactics to hold a tight hold on a narrow passage, inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy.

Pinghe lay prone in a shell crater, steadily firing his sniper rifle, targeting South Korean officers and machine gunners.

But the South Korean army also discovered the nail.

Several mortar shells whistled down and exploded near him, kicking up dirt that covered him.

A group of South Korean infantrymen, under the cover of machine gun fire, fanned out towards the shell crater where he was hiding.

Pinghe calmly loaded a bullet, his eyes showing no panic, only a chilling killing intent.

However, several soldiers around him had already been shot and killed or seriously wounded, and they were about to be surrounded.

Just then, the dot representing Gao Daxing's location on the Sky Eye map flashed red rapidly, indicating extreme danger!

Meanwhile, the light spot representing Pinghe on the flank was also surrounded by dense red arrows!
It turned out that Kaiser saw that the US 2nd Division could not advance in front and could not fully deploy due to the terrain, so he sent another regiment with heavy losses to support the South Korean army on the flank.

"Pinghe has the fewest troops at its disposal, and they might not be able to hold out..."

"Anyone who can still hold a gun, follow me!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Wanli immediately shouted.

The last reserves had been used up, and the entire Paotaishan defense line was on the verge of collapse.

Everyone in the command post who can hold a gun is a soldier!

He suddenly grabbed a rifle with its bayonet fixed, which was leaning against the cover, and felt the cold steel against his skin.

Then Wu Wanli suddenly leaped out of the cover and rushed into the battlefield below, which was filled with blood and smoke.

Liu Hanqing screamed and tried to stop him, but Wu Wanli's figure had already disappeared into the thick smoke.

Wu Wanli led his troops directly towards the direction where Pinghe was besieged. His movements were swift and precise, as if the map in his mind had perfectly overlapped with the real world.

When Wu Wanli led reinforcements to the flank position, several South Korean soldiers who tried to intercept him did not have time to see his movements clearly.

Wu Wanli's bayonet moved like a dragon, whistling through the air, and pierced the enemy's throat and heart with unparalleled precision.

Every thrust, parry, twist, and draw was ruthless and efficient, without the slightest unnecessary movement.

An American soldier thrust his bayonet at him from the side. Wu Wanli jerked his body to the side, and the bayonet grazed his ribs.

He grabbed the gun barrel with his left hand and pressed it down, the bayonet flashing upwards and piercing the man's jaw.

Warm blood splattered on his face, carrying a strong fishy smell.

He paid no attention, kicked the corpse aside, and faced another enemy rushing towards him.

"Hold on!"

Wu Wanli descended like a tiger from the mountain, instantly disrupting the enemy's formation.

His bayonet drew a deadly arc, plunging deep into the back of an American soldier's neck and pinning him to the ground.

Pinghe felt the pressure lessen, roared, and swung his iron bar, smashing the shoulder blade of an enemy in front of him.

"Commander! What are you doing here! What about the command?!"

Pinghe gasped for breath, his voice hoarse and smeared with blood.

"Command my ass! This is the command post right now!"

Wu Wanli shouted sharply, while keeping his eyes peeled for all directions. Without pausing for a moment, he stabbed down another American soldier who rushed at him with his bayonet.

As he fought, he roared into the communicator:

"In prehistoric times, take the still-mobile guard battalion and move towards the flanks to compress the enemy!"

"Thunder God!"
Are there any more shells?
If not, then have your men bring their guns down!

All non-critically wounded! Pick up your weapons! Seal the breach!

His commands were no longer those of strategic planning from the command post, but rather sparks that flew from the blood-soaked battlefield, carrying the scorching scent of blood.

Wu Wanli, pulling Pinghe along, fought and retreated, eventually joining up with the prehistoric and remaining guard battalion soldiers who had rushed over desperately upon hearing the news.

They stood back to back, forming a tiny, blood-soaked circle.

All around, a tidal wave of American and South Korean soldiers surged forward again, their bayonets flashing like a forest.

At this moment, the entire defensive line was like a piece of glass that had been repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer and was already full of cracks.

Kaiser committed his last remaining resources—the division's guard company and the remaining armored vehicles that could still be pieced together—to this final, hysterical charge.

The target was the small core resistance area where Wu Wanli and his men were located, as well as the command post that was faintly visible behind them.

Under the cover of armored vehicle wreckage, American soldiers, spitting fire, charged forward relentlessly, disregarding casualties.

The remaining South Korean soldiers were driven along, howling as they served as human shields, filling the firing positions of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Wu Wanli felt unprecedented pressure.

A gleaming bayonet was thrust at a tricky angle towards his lower abdomen.

He suddenly pulled in his stomach and twisted his body, the bayonet grazing his cotton-padded coat and bringing out a clump of cotton.

At the same time, the bayonet in his hand shot out like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair, plunging fiercely into the attacker's chest.

The force was so great that it pierced through the cotton-padded clothes, muscles, and bones, with the tip of the knife protruding from the opponent's back.

Before he could draw his sword, another enemy yelled and smashed his temple with the butt of his rifle.

The sound of the wind in his ears made his scalp tingle.

No time to dodge!

Wu Wanli could only turn his head as far as he could and forcefully bump into him with his left shoulder.

"boom!"

A heavy impact came, followed by a sharp pain in my left shoulder, as if the bones were about to crack.

The enemy was also knocked off balance.

Despite the excruciating pain, Wu Wanli drew his pistol from his waist with lightning speed and pulled the trigger almost against the other man's chest.

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out muffledly.

A bloody hole exploded in the enemy's chest; his eyes widened in disbelief, and he collapsed.

The collision and the shot exhausted Wu Wanli's explosive power. The sharp pain in his left shoulder made his vision go black and his steps falter.

Just then, a tall U.S. Army sergeant, taking advantage of Wu Wanli's unsteady stance, grinned maliciously and thrust his bayonet fiercely towards Wu Wanli's ribs!

"Captain!"

Prehistory is the closest we've ever been to, and we see it so clearly it's terrifying!
He tried to rush forward, but was held back by two enemies.

Wu Wanli wanted to retreat, but his foot was tripped by a corpse!
The body lost its balance!
He could only watch helplessly as the cold blade, carrying the aura of death, rapidly approached!

At this critical moment!
A short, stocky figure, with unparalleled brute force, slammed into the American sergeant from the side and behind like a cannonball!

It's Xu Mumu!

He used all his strength to break free from the fatal blow, but he was now completely exposed to enemy fire from another direction.

"Pfft!" "Da da da!"

A bayonet pierced Xu Mumu's lower back, and almost simultaneously, a burst of bullets swept across his thigh, splattering a large spray of blood!
"Ugh—!"

Xu Mumu let out a deafening roar of pain, his massive body swayed violently, but he did not fall!

His eyes were bloodshot, like a madman. He grabbed the gun barrel that was stuck in his waist with one hand, and with his other hand, which was covered in blood and brain matter, he grabbed the neck of the South Korean soldier who had stabbed him!

His five fingers tightened like steel clamps, and the cracking sound of bones breaking was chilling!

The South Korean soldier's eyes rolled back instantly, his tongue lolled out, and his rifle slipped from his hand.

"Xu Mumu—!"

Wu Wanli steadied himself, and seeing this scene, his heart trembled with fear!

He threw away his empty pistol, picked up the rifle that had fallen to the ground, roared as he charged forward, and used his bayonet to finish off the Han soldier who had been strangled half to death by Xu Mumu.

At the same time, he kicked away another enemy who pounced on him and stood in front of Xu Mumu.

Xu Mumu finally couldn't hold on any longer, and her massive body collapsed to her knees.

Blood gushed from the wounds on his waist and the bullet holes in his legs, instantly staining the soil beneath him red.

But he gritted his teeth, using his still-movable leg to try and stand up, muttering incoherently, "I'm going to kill... kill all these bastards..."

As he spoke, blood continued to spill from the corner of his mouth.

"Medic! Medic!!"

While desperately parrying the onrushing enemies with his bayonet, Wu Wanli let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He knew the medic had likely already died, but he had to shout!

He shielded Xu Mumu tightly behind him, smashing the nose of an American soldier with the butt of his rifle, and then stabbing another South Korean soldier who had gotten too close into the throat with his bayonet.

Each cut was imbued with deep-seated hatred and grief.

The wound on his left arm reopened due to the violent movement, and blood flowed down his arm.

The gun-wielding hand was stained red, so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold the weapon.

Every block, every thrust, was accompanied by a tearing pain.

Sweat mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, blurring his vision with a crimson blur.

My lungs felt like a broken bellows, each breath carrying thick smoke and the smell of blood, burning my throat.

The entire hillside position has been completely destroyed.

The barbed wire was crushed by the corpses, and the deep trenches were either blown up or mostly filled in by the bodies.

The corpses of both sides were piled up in layers, with severed limbs and dismembered bodies scattered everywhere.

Burning tank wreckage, shattered weapon parts, scattered helmets, and blood-soaked soil... all combined to create a horrific scene of hell on earth.

The last soldiers of the Seventh Steel Brigade were completely entangled with the enemy, like two packs of wild beasts fighting to the last drop of their strength, tearing at each other with their last bit of power.

The few remaining machine guns emitted intermittent, mournful cries from the corner, each burst of fire seeming like the last spark of life being exhausted.

The sounds of rifle fire became sparse and sporadic, replaced by the clanging of bayonets, the shattering of helmets, and the muffled thuds of fists hitting flesh.

Prehistoric stood in front of Wu Wanli, wielding his dulled entrenching tool like a rock.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, but the movements were noticeably slower, and each swing of the arm was trembling violently, indicating that the wound from the severed arm must be excruciatingly painful.

Yu Congrong, dragging his injured leg, leaned against a low, broken wall and mechanically fired at the enemy in his line of sight with a rifle he had picked up from who-knows-where. The gunshots were slow and heavy.

Pinghe's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the smoke of battle, like a deadly shadow, using every ruin and every corpse as cover, his sniper rifle still accurate.

With each shot fired, almost one enemy fell.

But he was also panting heavily, his face covered in gunpowder and exhaustion.

Wu Wanli leaned against Xu Mumu's body, which was gradually cooling due to blood loss, and breathed heavily.

Each breath carried the pungent smell of gunpowder and an overwhelming, pungent stench of blood.

Each exhale felt like the last breath of air was being drained from my lungs.

The excruciating pain in his left shoulder and ribs felt like countless red-hot steel needles piercing him repeatedly; the web of his right hand, which was gripping the bayonet, was already split open, and sticky with blood.

Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead and eyebrows, seeping into his eyes and causing sharp stings and blurred vision.

Wu Wanli shook his head violently, trying to see the battle situation around him, but all he could see were swaying blood-red figures and the cold glint of bayonets.

Kaiser...that madman!
He saw a figure in the distance, standing beside an American-made jeep, brandishing a pistol and roaring at the top of his lungs.

The enemy had been driven to the brink of despair, and their final frenzy was terrifying.

The Seventh Steel Corps, a unit he had poured countless efforts into and embodied countless acts of loyalty and courage, was now shedding blood in the air defense on this hellish battlefield.

Yu Congrong, Shiqian, Pinghe, and Xu Mumu, whose fate is unknown beneath her...

He felt a scalding, metallic taste rise to his throat, which he forced down. He couldn't collapse! If he collapsed, it would all be over!

Wu Wanli straightened his aching back once more, the bayonet in his hand trembling slightly, yet still firmly pointed at the charging enemy.

Even if I die, I'll take a few down with me!
Just as Wu Wanli mustered his last bit of strength, preparing to face yet another American soldier with a ferocious expression, charging at him with a bayonet—

boom! Boom boom boom! ! !
A series of earth-shattering explosions suddenly erupted from the flank and rear of the enemy troops who were surging in!

The explosions were so frequent and so violent that they instantly drowned out all other sounds on the battlefield.

The earth trembled violently, as if a pair of giant hands were shaking the ravaged mountain.

The sky was bathed in a crimson glow; the firelight did not come from enemy artillery fire at the foot of the mountain, but from a much farther place!
Wu Wanli's movements suddenly froze.

The American soldier who rushed in front of him was also stunned by the sudden explosion, his face showing confusion and fear.

On the horizon, the soldiers of the New Eighth Army and the North Korean Ninth Army had already charged close and were making their final, frantic advance!

The New Eighth Army and the North Korean Ninth Army have finally arrived!

Wu Wanli's nerves, which were stretched to the limit and on the verge of breaking, suddenly relaxed at this moment.

A tremendous, almost overwhelming sense of exhaustion swept over him instantly, but what followed was a burning fighting spirit!

Wu Wanli took a deep breath, his breath thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and with all his might raised his bayonet high, pointing it straight at the sky!
"Comrades, the moment is now to completely annihilate the US 2nd Division!"
The bugler blows the charge! All soldiers, follow me and charge!

Wu Wanli roared, enduring his exhaustion and excruciating pain, and charged out with his bayonet.

"Drip drip drip drip drip drip————"

In an instant, the unique bugle call of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army sounded again, like the roar of a dragon!

(End of this chapter)