Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 380 Wu Wanli kills Turkish brigade commander in battle! Turkish brigade flag captured!
Thick smoke, carrying the stench of blood, weighed heavily on the scorched earth on the north bank of the Baishui River, which had been repeatedly tilled by artillery fire.

Brigadier General Aziz lowered his heavy binoculars, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the hastily constructed defensive line ahead. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he roared at the Turkish officers clustered behind him:

"Did you see their flag?"

That's the Independent Guerrilla Division!
It has three subordinate regiments: Hanjiang First Regiment, Hengcheng Second Regiment, and Suwon Third Regiment. That sounds impressive!

But we all know that it's just a shell filled with North Koreans!
The officers are China's elite, but what about the soldiers?

Most of them are of Korean descent!

Nothing to fear!

Their defensive line was stretched out like a tattered fishing net, and their troops were ridiculously scattered!

If we attack only one point, they will actually suffer a localized troop disadvantage!

Tear it open and run it over! The Baishui River ferry crossing is just behind!

His voice was hoarse but carried a savage, penetrating power that drowned out the sporadic artillery fire and the groans of the wounded in the distance.

The lingering fear and exhaustion on the faces of the Turkish officers were instantly replaced by a desperate, fervent determination.

Aziz stopped wasting words and waved his hand: "Armored company, clear the way!"
First Battalion, Second Battalion, follow the tanks and push forward!

Three battalions, prepare! Move quickly!
While those American fighter jets are still in the sky!

The order was like a spark thrown into boiling oil.

The engines of three battered M4 Sherman tanks roared as if they were dying, their short, thick gun barrels pointing towards the edge of the first line of defense held by the 1st Regiment of the Han River, where it met the line of defense of the 3rd Regiment of Suwon.

Smoke grenades hissed as they spewed out, quickly creating a white barrier in the chilly early spring air, the roar of engines becoming the prelude to the charge.

The first line of defense
Regiment Commander Wang Hu was covered in dirt, lying behind a hastily constructed bunker made of broken railway sleepers and mud bricks from collapsed houses.

Through the binoculars, the smoke screen looked like a moving wall, behind which came the screeching sound of tank tracks grinding against the frozen ground, and the muffled thuds of countless pairs of fur-lined military boots pounding the ground.

"They're here! Hold the line! Anti-tank team! Prepare Molotov cocktails!"

Wang Hu roared loudly.

His defensive line relied on a dried-up ditch and several farmhouses that had been bombed down to their skeletons, with hastily dug foxholes and makeshift fortifications made from shell craters scattered throughout.

The soldiers of the Han River Regiment were mostly newly recruited Korean soldiers, mixed with a few veteran Chinese soldiers.

They gripped their Mosin-Nagant, PPSh-45, and even Type 38 rifles tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force.

Soon, three tanks were the first to break through the smoke screen!
The machine gun on the vehicle sprayed bullets like water, making the dirt in front of the bunker bounce around, and several firing points were silenced instantly.

The Turkish soldiers following closely behind crouched low, pressed against the side and rear of the tank.

Using tanks as mobile cover, they precisely fired at exposed figures on the opposite side with their American-made Garand semi-automatic rifles and Thompson submachine guns.

"beat!"

Wang Hu's roar was an order.

Several Molotov cocktails and cluster grenades, trailing orange flames, were hurled from the side and from the crater.

boom!
A massive fireball exploded on the side and rear armor of a Sherman, the scorching flames instantly licking at the fuel tank area.

The leading Turkish brigade's tanks jolted violently, emitting a groaning metallic strain, and came to a halt, billowing thick smoke.

However, the other two tanks did not hesitate, and the coaxial and parallel machine guns on their turrets turned and fired wildly, suppressing any anti-tank crews that dared to peek out.

The tactical prowess of the Turkish infantry was on full display at this moment; they did not blindly follow the tanks in their charge, but rather moved in groups of three, like a leaping pack of wolves.

One group, under the cover of tank fire, approached and suppressed the Volunteer Army's firing positions, while another group immediately took advantage of any slight undulations in the terrain, rolled and leaped forward, threw grenades, and then covered the next group's charge.

Their firepower was exceptionally well-coordinated, with infantry and tanks working together like interlocking gears.

The front lines of the Hanjiang First Regiment were instantly turned into a meat grinder.

A new recruit of Korean descent had just poked his head out halfway to try and throw a grenade when the crisp burst of a Garand rifle rang out, and his head snapped back as he fell back into the foxhole.

Several veterans who were firing from the ruins of farmhouses were directly hit by the 37mm short-barreled guns that rotated from the tank turret, and bricks and flesh flew together.

A series of explosions ripped up pillars of earth in the position; these were grenades precisely thrown by Turkish soldiers.

The shouts of the Turkish soldiers carried a strange, guttural quality, piercing through the clamor of gunfire and filled with a bloodthirsty frenzy.

"Hold on! Don't retreat!"

Wang Hu personally picked up a rotary machine gun and unleashed a fierce barrage of fire at the nearest group of Turkish soldiers, the bullet belt rattling wildly.

Several Turkish soldiers fell to the ground, but those who followed stepped over their fallen comrades and used a shell crater as cover. A barrage of Thompson submachine guns instantly took down the assistant gunner and ammunition handler next to Wang Hu.

A cloud of blood erupted from Wang Hu's shoulder, and the machine gun went silent.

The breach in the defense line is widening, especially at the junctions where the lines are under the most intense pressure.

The Turkish army surged in through the breach like a flood.

Wang Hu looked at the rapidly dwindling number of soldiers around him, at the two tanks still spitting fire behind the defensive line, and at the continuous stream of elite Turkish soldiers pouring in; his gums almost ground to powder.

He grabbed the last grenade beside him and roared, "First Battalion Commander! Take those who can still move and retreat!"

Move closer to the Second Regiment!
The Second and Third Battalions will hold the rear guard to the death!
Every second counts!

He pulled the pin on the grenade, leaped out of his bunker, and lunged at a Sherman that was trying to run over the last makeshift anti-tank ditch.

The deafening explosion drowned out the soldiers' screams.

Wang Hu sacrificed his life to briefly slow down the advance of the steel behemoth, buying the remaining Hanjiang Regiment a final sliver of space to retreat.

The first line of defense was breached after suffering heavy casualties, with more than two-thirds of its troops killed or wounded.

Brigadier General Aziz's ferocious face remained expressionless as he simply roared at the communications officer, "Notify the U.S. Air Force and have them bomb the second line of defense! Now!"

The second line of defense
The remaining soldiers of the Hanjiang First Regiment retreated hastily like a small stream breaching a dam, into the ruins surrounding the town where the Hengcheng Second Regiment was based.

This place was originally a cluster of interconnected villages and small workshops, but now it has been completely reduced to rubble.

The ruins became natural cover, with twisted steel beams and collapsed roof beams supporting each other, forming a maze-like passageway and blind spots for shooting.

Regimental Commander Li Tiezhu crouched behind a brick wall that was only half intact and riddled with huge bullet holes, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the smoke-filled gap in front of him.

"Support the brothers of the Han River Regiment! Machine guns, block the main passage!"

Demolition team, prepare to detonate the pre-set explosives at the street corner!
"The others, use every wall, every pile of rubble, to launch a counterattack!"

Li Tiezhu quickly gave the order.

The Hengcheng Second Regiment was also heavily mixed, but thanks to the complex terrain of the ruins and the small number of booby traps and explosives that had been laid in advance, they had more room to maneuver than in open areas.

As soon as the retreating crowd surged in, Turkish tanks and infantry arrived in quick succession!
Unable to deploy amidst the rubble, the two Sherman tanks served as mobile artillery platforms, bombarding and strafing the enemy strongpoints with cannons and machine guns.

The real offensive force became the infantry.

Turkish soldiers demonstrated their formidable close-quarters combat instincts and fierce melee skills.

Amidst the rubble, the battle instantly escalated into brutal street fighting and close-quarters combat.

The Turks marched in small groups, their movements as practiced and skillful as if they had honed countless charges in the Granada mountains.

They used the remaining walls to move quickly and cover each other.

In the narrow trench, the rain of bullets from Thompson submachine guns suppressed the firing point behind the corner, and the soldiers behind immediately threw grenades.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, Turkish soldiers wielding M1 Garand rifles charged forward with bayonets.

"kill!"

With a roar, several soldiers from the Hengcheng Second Regiment leaped out from behind a section of broken wall, bayonets at the ready to meet the Turkic vanguard charging at the front.

The bayonets clashed, producing a teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

As the armed forces of a religious state, the Turkish army possesses a formidable fighting spirit.

A burly Turkish corporal, his eyes gleaming with malice, thrust his weapon through the chest of a North Korean soldier.

Another Turkish soldier had his arm slashed by a veteran of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's bayonet, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He roared and slammed his rifle butt into the veteran's face, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

The third Turkish soldier was attacked from both sides by two Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers. He parried one bayonet with his gun, but was stabbed in the side by another bayonet. As he fell, he still clung tightly to the leg of one of the soldiers.

Brutal hand-to-hand combat unfolded in every pile of ruins and at every corner.

The Turkish army's ferocity and brutality put immense pressure on the remnants of the Han River Regiment and the new recruits of the Hengcheng Regiment, who had just experienced a bloody battle in the open.

Their fighting spirit is extremely tenacious. Even when seriously wounded, they can often drag their injured bodies to detonate grenades or hold onto their opponents tightly.

"Boom!"

The explosives planted at the street corner were detonated, sending a small squad of Turkish soldiers who were charging the fastest flying, along with half a section of the broken wall.

This brief period of chaos gave Li Tiezhu an opportunity to make adjustments.

He noticed the Turkish army's intention to make a quick breakthrough and immediately ordered his troops to retreat: "Abandon the outlying scattered points! Retreat to the core defensive zone! Concentrate your firepower! Force them into a narrow area before attacking!"

The troops retreated and used the more complex building ruins to construct new resistance nodes.

But this was exactly what Aziz wanted.

Seeing the Chinese People's Volunteer Army tightening its defenses and concentrating its forces, Aziz smiled coldly: "They're going to hold their ground?"

Exactly what I want!

Notify the mortar company behind them to cover the area they are shrinking!
Third Battalion, go around that pile of ruins on the right flank! Hurry!

Turkish mortar shells landed precisely near the core area where the Chinese People's Volunteer Army was retreating, with shrapnel and shockwaves flying wildly through the rubble, and soldiers falling one after another in pools of blood.

Meanwhile, a force of about two hundred elite Turkish soldiers boldly infiltrated through gaps in Li Tiezhu's defensive line as his troops were withdrawing.

Using the ruins as cover, they bypassed the layers of blocking points of the Hengcheng Second Regiment on the main road and appeared in a relatively open depression behind their defense line!

Attacked from both sides!

Li Tiezhu's defenses crumbled instantly.

The main Turkish force at the front launched a fierce attack, while the Turkish troops flanking from the rear also began their assault.

The soldiers of the Hengcheng Second Regiment were engaged in fierce fighting, and casualties were rising sharply.

Looking at the soldiers falling around him and the Tu army rushing in from the low-lying area behind, Li Tiezhu knew that the second line of defense was also in imminent danger, and if they continued to hold out, the entire army would be wiped out.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were bleeding from biting them: "Signalman! Report to the division commander! The Second Regiment has been breached by the enemy!"
The enemy is putting up a final stand on the defense line of the 3rd Regiment in Suwon!
Request artillery fire to cover our existing positions! Immediately!

He roared, grabbed a PPSh-45 rifle belonging to a fallen soldier, and opened fire on the charging Turkish troops: "Comrades! Hold them off! Buy time for the Third Regiment! Kill them!"

At this moment, on the third line of defense

Zhao Peng, the commander of the Third Regiment of Suwon, was lying in ambush behind the breastwork of the last line of defense.

This defensive line relies on the last high slope of the Baishui River embankment, as well as the natural steps formed by several blasted railway embankments below the slope.

In front of the defensive line was a large, relatively open riverbed covered with craters, and further ahead lay the ruins of the Hengcheng Second Regiment's position, which had just fallen.

The defensive line was built in the shortest time, and they could only use sacks and straw bags filled with soil and gravel to build a low wall that was barely enough for a prone firing position. The barbed wire was also scarce.

Through the binoculars, the gunfire and explosions from the direction of the Second Regiment of Hengcheng were getting closer and more intense.

Turkish flags can be seen waving at the highest point of the ruins.

Zhao Peng's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew that the Second Regiment was about to collapse.

He glanced back at the Baishui River, its murky waters flowing quietly.

Is the other side of the river the only hope for survival?
Do not!
Behind this defensive line lies the only ferry crossing they can hold.

Once the city falls, Aziz's remaining troops will be able to escape!

Zhao Peng's voice was unusually hoarse, carrying a resolute determination: "Pass down the order!"
Everyone, prepare your bayonets!

When the bullets are all used up, use a bayonet to stab!
If the bayonet breaks, just bite it with your teeth!
Smash it with a rock!

No one is allowed to back down without my order!
"Take a step back, and you're at the White Water River! A dead end!"

After saying that, he suddenly pulled back the bolt of his submachine gun, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.

"Don't worry, Commander! There are no cowards in the Third Regiment of Suwon!"

"Let's fight that bastard!"

"Kill the motherfucker!"

The company and battalion commanders and soldiers around them let out a low roar.

They knew that the Suwon Third Regiment would be the final gatekeeper.

Soon, the smoke from the second line of defense mingled with the surging tide of people.

Those were the last remnants of Hengcheng Second Regiment and Hanjiang First Regiment, all dressed in rags and covered in blood. Many of them supported each other and staggered into the defense line of Suwon Third Regiment.

Behind them, the Turkish army, like a pack of wolves that have smelled blood, pursued relentlessly!

Two Sherman tanks fired at the edge of the ruins to cover the infantry charge.

More Turkish soldiers poured out of the ruins, spread out into battle formation on the open riverbank, and charged toward the position of the Suwon 3rd Regiment!

"Fire!"

Zhao Peng almost ground his teeth to powder.

On the position of the 3rd Regiment of Suwon, all the weapons that could fire simultaneously spewed out flames!
Heavy machine guns, light machine guns, rifles, submachine guns, grenades... all intertwined to form a deadly net of fire.

The Turkish soldiers at the forefront fell like wheat that had been cut down.

But the ferocity of the Turkish soldiers far exceeded expectations!
They lay down, crawled, used craters to advance, and used the bodies of their comrades as cover, demonstrating astonishing tactical evasion skills and the ability to withstand casualties on open ground.

Aziz observed from behind using binoculars, his face expressionless.

He coldly ordered: "Concentrate all firepower and suppress their machine gun positions!"

Notify the mortars to bombard that earthen embankment!

Tanks, get close and fire!
Target: machine gun emplacements in the center of the frontal line!

He noticed that Zhao Peng's defensive forces were also scattered, and the hastily constructed fortifications were low and could not provide sufficient protection.

Turkish mortar shells whistled down and exploded on the makeshift positions of the 3rd Regiment in Suwon.

Heavy machine gun positions became the primary targets, and one after another they were covered, detonated, or destroyed by intense artillery fire.

The two Sherman tanks, braving sparse anti-tank fire, clumsily drove off the edge of the ruins and onto the relatively flat edge of the riverbank, their short, thick gun barrels pointing directly at the firing positions behind the riverbank breastwork.

boom! boom!
Two 75mm grenades exploded near the machine gun position on Zhao Peng's right flank, blowing a large hole in the sandbag fortifications and killing the machine gunner and ammunition feeder instantly.

The coaxial machine gun of another tank fired wildly, suppressing the riflemen on the left flank so they couldn't raise their heads.

"Commander! Tanks! The firepower is too intense! The machine guns on both flanks have gone silent!"

The second battalion commander screamed as a shrapnel grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody gash.

Zhao Peng's eyes were bloodshot: "Forget about the tanks! Send the demolition team!"
Everyone else, attack the infantry!
"Target those with submachine guns and machine guns! Get them close and shoot!"

As they spoke, the Turkish infantrymen seized the moment when their firepower weakened, leaped up amidst the officer's shouts, and launched a desperate charge!

The distance rapidly closed to thirty meters! Twenty meters!
Zhao Peng could even see the狰狞扭扭, blood-stained faces of the Turkish soldiers in the front row!
"Grenades! Everyone, get them! Throw them!"

Zhao Peng roared.

Rows of wooden-handled grenades, emitting wisps of smoke, rained down on the enemy.

A violent explosion rocked the Turkish army ranks, halting their advance.

But the fearless Turkish soldiers still charged towards the breastwork, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and amidst the smoke of explosions!

"Fix bayonets! Kill!"

Zhao Peng's roar pierced the sky!
He was the first to leap over the low breastwork, bayonet in hand, to meet a Turkish officer wielding a Thompson submachine gun.

Changes in an instant!

Just as the bayonets were about to collide, a sharp whistle, unlike that of a mortar, came from the sky!
Amidst his busy work, Zhao Peng glanced up and his pupils suddenly contracted—it was a large-caliber aerial bomb from the US military!

boom--!!!!!!

A deafening explosion erupted in the center of the riverbank! A massive orange-red fireball shot into the air! The terrifying shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed down on both sides of the battle!
Zhao Peng and the Turkish officer opposite him were simultaneously thrown away by the violent blast of air and slammed back into the mud behind the breastwork.

The surging air currents, carrying scorching mud, sand, and gravel, swept across the battlefield like bullets!
Clearly, this was Aziz calling for "air support," completely disregarding the dire situation where the two sides were already almost entangled!
Indiscriminate bombing!
The screams were instantly drowned out by the aftershocks of the explosion and the deafening roar of the subsequent aerial bombs.

The front lines of the 3rd Regiment of Suwon were in complete disarray. Many soldiers were blown to pieces, and many more were stunned, injured, or hit by flying shrapnel and gravel.

The Turkish assault troops also suffered heavy losses, their formation was completely broken, and they suffered heavy casualties.

But this bloody "help" created a brief vacuum of chaos!
Aziz had been waiting for this opportunity!
He shoved aside the guards beside him, grabbed a submachine gun himself, and roared at the remaining officers and guards around him, "Now! Reserves, follow me! Charge!"

After saying that, he took the lead and, with his last and most elite Turkish guards, launched a final desperate assault while the position was in a brief period of chaos due to the bombing and the firepower was interrupted!

Ignoring everything, they charged towards the core area of ​​the 3rd Regiment's position, howling as they trudged over the soft, blasted soil and blood-soaked corpses!
Zhao Peng struggled to lift his head from the mud, his ears ringing and his mouth full of mud and the taste of blood.

He saw Aziz's striking figure leading a fresh force, stepping over the shattered corpses of his own soldiers, and thrusting towards his location like a sharp knife!

Meanwhile, his left and right flanks had been completely destroyed by the previous bombardment, making it impossible to organize effective flank fire support!
The soldiers in the middle lane were struggling to get up from the ruins and piles of corpses, not yet fully recovered from the dizziness of the explosion.

"Hold on! Get up! Hold on!"

Zhao Peng roared hoarsely, staggered to his feet, and raised his bayonet once more.

His bodyguards and several battalion and company officers who were still able to move also got up and faced the charging enemy.

The two sides' most elite forces, like two raging waves of blood, collided fiercely!
The cold glint of bayonets flashed in the smoke, the sound of rifle butts smashing bones filled the air, along with the screams of the dying and the mad curses...

The most primitive and bloodiest hand-to-hand combat erupted instantly!
With their fierce and brute force, especially Aziz's desperate fighting, the Turkish army managed to tear a bloody path through the middle of the Suwon 3rd Regiment!
One by one, Zhao Peng's North Korean guards fell down.

He was attacked from both sides by two tall Turkish guards, his arm was slashed with a deep gash that exposed bone, and his submachine gun was knocked from his hand.

"Commander! Watch out!"

A communications soldier lunged forward, using his body to knock away a bayonet aimed at Zhao Peng's back, but was himself stabbed through the abdomen by another bayonet.

Zhao Peng's eyes were bloodshot. He picked up a bayonet-equipped rifle from a fallen soldier on the ground and roared as he plunged it into the abdomen of the Turkish soldier.

But more Turkish soldiers surged forward.

The defensive line was finally breached after Aziz personally led his elite troops in a fierce assault, suffering heavy casualties!

The remaining Turkish soldiers, including Aziz himself, broke through the last breastwork of the Suwon 3rd Regiment and rushed towards the relatively flat open area below the embankment leading to the Baishui River crossing!

However, at this critical moment!
Upstream from the Baishui River, behind the sparse bushes, a burst of dense gunfire, different from that of the Mosin-Nagant and PPSh, suddenly rang out!

Those were the crisp, rapid-fire shots of the American-made M1 Garand rifle and the heavy, single bursts of the Browning Automatic Rifle!
Immediately afterwards, a group of people, roughly the size of a battalion, well-equipped, wearing M1 helmets and standard US military combat uniforms, rushed out of the woods!

Their formation was well-organized and their firepower was fierce, instantly forming a new line of fire on the riverbank.

A U.S. Army major, leading the group, brandished his pistol and shouted to the communications officer, "Tell General Aziz! My unit is ordered to provide support! Quickly! Move towards the crossing!"

hope!

Hope for life!

This sudden reinforcement acted like a shot in the arm, instantly unleashing the last of the nearly exhausted Turkish soldiers' strength.

They yelled and rushed toward the direction of the American reinforcements, as if grasping at a straw.

It wasn't that the US military's support was timely, but rather that it was too slow.

Originally, this reinforcement was supposed to help defend the city, but now it has become a support force for the breakout.

"Damn it! There are reinforcements?!"

Zhao Peng had just led his men through a desperate hand-to-hand battle to the edge of the embankment when he witnessed this scene that terrified him!
American reinforcements are right in front of us. If these two enemy forces join forces and cross the Whitewater River, all the previous sacrifices will be in vain! This big fish, Aziz, is about to slip away!
Zhao Peng's face was contorted with extreme anger and despair, and his voice was like a broken gong: "We can't let them meet up!"

Suwon 3rd Regiment! All troops, please! Fix bayonets!

Charge down with me! Hold them off!

"Hold them off even if it kills us! Buy time for the commander!"

Completely disregarding the deep, bleeding wound on his arm, he grabbed a rifle with a fixed bayonet and was the first to leap off the embankment.

He charged ahead of the chaotic riverbank, his target the Turkish rearguard and the American vanguard who were preparing to rendezvous!
"Kill--!"

The soldiers of the 3rd Regiment of Suwon who could still stand, whether wounded or not, whether they were holding guns or only had bayonets left, rushed down the embankment like a flood that had burst its banks, crashing heavily into the enemy ranks!
They would use their last drops of flesh and blood to block the enemy's path as they joined forces!
Inside the temporary command post of the Independent Guerrilla Division

The sounds of gunfire were clearly audible, causing dust to fall from the roof.

"Zhao Peng can't hold on any longer! He's lost all three of his lives! Aziz, with his remaining troops and the American reinforcements, is about to merge with them and escape across the river!"

Zhang Xinghua's throat felt like it had been sanded, and every word he uttered was tinged with blood.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie from the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Political Commissar Li Zhenhua's face was equally ashen as he stared intently at the small marker on the map that represented the Baishuihe ferry crossing, as if he wanted to burn it through with his gaze.

A suffocating sense of despair filled the command post. The staff officers stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on the walkie-talkie in the division commander's hand.

Zhang Xinghua practically roared, his voice piercing the telephone line, carrying a desperate plea on the verge of collapse: "Tell Captain Wu! Tell Commander Wu! This is Zhang Xinghua! The north bank of the Baishui River is in dire need of help!"
Zhao Peng's 3rd Regiment in Suwon is about to collapse!

All three lines of defense are about to collapse!
Americans! A battalion of elite U.S. troops rushed to the crossing to provide support!

Old Zhao led the last of his men... in hand-to-hand combat on the riverbank to hold them off!
Hurry! We can't hold on much longer! Requesting backup! We urgently need your assistance!

Division Commander Zhang Xinghua roared.

Now you know why I sent your entire division over there to build a defensive line to prevent a breakout, right?

"Don't worry, I've already led the troops out, and we're almost there. Just hold on for a few more minutes!"

Wu Wanli's calm response came immediately through the walkie-talkie.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinghua and Li Zhenhua were both shocked, recalling Wu Wanli's previous arrangements.

They were still a little unwilling, feeling that it was a huge loss not to participate in the final offensive.

But now it seems that this arrangement was just right.

"The advance arrangements were correct, and the support was mobilized ahead of schedule. Commander Wu truly lives up to his name; he has great foresight..."

Zhang Xinghua looked in the direction of Guangzhou and said with emotion.

....................................

A few minutes later, Wu Wanli led the Seventh Steel Brigade to support the attack and arrived near the battlefield. Suddenly, the view opened up, and the carnage on the north bank of the Baishui River in the distance was right in front of their eyes.

Zhao Peng's remnants of the Third Regiment of Shuiyuan were squeezed into a narrow death zone between the river embankment and the ruins of Hengcheng.

On the east side, the remaining gray-green figures of the Turkish brigade, like a wounded pack of wolves, rushed wave after wave towards the defensive line hastily built by the Third Regiment with sandbags and the remains of their comrades, driven by Aziz's hoarse roar.

Turkish soldiers, their faces contorted with the ferocity of dying, held M1 Garand rifles with bayonets fixed.

On the west side, a battalion of fresh American troops had just entered the battlefield, their helmets clattering as they fixed their bayonets, ready to join the hand-to-hand combat.

The 3rd Regiment of Suwon was attacked from both sides, and the remaining soldiers were pinned down on this slaughterhouse. Every counterattack was accompanied by the flying of blood and flesh and the loss of life.

Zhao Peng's roars had long since become hoarse. He was holding a light machine gun with a red-hot barrel, firing back and forth at the gap in the defensive line.

However, under the overwhelming firepower of the US military, the Third Regiment was like a piece of raw iron being repeatedly hammered by an anvil and a heavy hammer, and its collapse was imminent.

"We can't delay any longer, everyone fix bayonets!"

Wu Wanli's roar exploded like thunder, drowning out the nearby gunfire and cannon fire.

Without the slightest hesitation, the veterans of the Seventh Steel Brigade behind them simultaneously drew their bayonets and inserted them into the rifle slots.

The "crackling" sound of metal rubbing together created a chilling current that sent shivers down one's spine.

With bayonets standing tall, a forest of steel thorns instantly rose up on the embankment, a deathly sight.

"Target! The Turkish army in front! Charge down! Break through their encirclement! Create an opening for Commander Zhao and his men!"

Wu Wanli's orders were resolute, every word imbued with the decisiveness honed on the battlefield.

He pointed his bayonet forward sharply, and like an arrow released from a bow, he was the first to rush down the steep embankment.

The entire Steel Seventh Brigade, like a flood bursting its banks or a gigantic bayonet, followed their commander and relentlessly crashed into the meat grinder-like core of the battlefield.

Before the person even arrived, the murderous aura swept down like solid ice.

Turkish soldiers, who were fiercely attacking the 3rd Regiment's defensive line, suddenly felt a chilling sense of oppression coming from behind.

Someone instinctively turned around, their pupils instantly filled with the gleaming bayonets and the raging tide of gray military uniforms pressing down on the embankment.

"Chinese! Behind you!"

In an instant, the alarming warnings were drowned out by the deafening gunfire.

Wu Wanli charged at the forefront, his body pressed extremely low, each step he took on the blood-soaked muddy ground unleashing astonishing power.

Thirty meters! Twenty meters! Ten meters!

He could even see the muscles on the face of an oncoming Turkish soldier contorted with fear and the cold glint of a bayonet reflected in his eyes.

In his panic, the Turkish soldier thrust his spear forward, his movements fierce but disorganized.

Wu Wanli slammed his left foot into the ground, his body making a tiny sideways movement, and the Turkish soldier's bayonet grazed past his uniform under his arm.

At the same time, he used the momentum of his forward charge to swing the bayonet he was holding tightly in his right hand upwards.

With a "whoosh," the sharp blade easily pierced through the military uniform and deeply penetrated the opponent's soft abdominal cavity.

With a twist and a swift motion, Wu Wanli ruthlessly shredded the internal organs, then pulled out his bayonet, drawing out a gushing stream of scalding blood.

The Turkish soldier didn't even have time to scream before he fell like a piece of rotten wood.

The steel torrent of the Seventh Steel Brigade crashed into the flank of the Turkish Brigade the very moment Wu Wanli tore open the first bloody wound!

"kill--!"

The deafening roar drowned out the gunfire.

Two thousand gleaming bayonets, carrying the ferocious momentum that had swept all the way from Guangzhou, pierced the enemy ranks with precision, ruthlessness, and efficiency.

The moment the melee began, it descended into the most brutal and brutal state of slaughter.

In the confined space, firearms became almost a burden.

The sounds of bayonets clashing, rifle butts smashing bones, dying breaths, and sharp weapons piercing flesh... all combine to form a symphony of extreme cruelty.

The veterans of the Seventh Steel Brigade formed stable triangular formations in groups of three, back to back, providing cover and support for each other.

Faced with the Turkish soldiers' usual fierce individual thrusts, they calmly parried, thrust, parried again, and thrust again, their movements concise and swift, with a deadly mechanical rhythm.

Just as an old soldier smashed the enemy's gun barrel aside with his rifle butt, his comrade's bayonet pierced his chest like lightning.

The veteran behind him warily brandished his bayonet, forcing back the soldiers who attempted a sneak attack. Blood splattered on the frozen ground, quickly congealing into dark red ice crystals.

Wu Wanli is the sharpest edge on this dagger.

He was no longer confined to the command position, but had completely integrated into this meat grinder.

The "Sky Eye Map" in the brain is fully activated, and the situation of friend and foe within a radius of 100 meters is presented like a clear grid.

A Turkish lieutenant, brandishing a pistol, tries to organize resistance amidst the chaos; the location is clearly marked on the map.

Wu Wanli moved swiftly forward, dodging a soldier's hasty thrust to the side, and with lightning speed, grabbed the soldier's gun barrel with his left hand and pressed it down.

Then, using the momentum of his forward thrust, he plunged the bayonet in his right hand into the other man's wide-open mouth, which was uttering meaningless syllables, with the tip of the blade protruding from the back of his neck!

Without even glancing at the nailed enemy, he charged straight at the lieutenant waving his pistol.

Seeing Wu Wanli charging towards them like a demon bathed in blood, the enemy fired two shots in terror, the bullets whistling past Wu Wanli's ears.

Wu Wanli crouched down and rolled over, his muddy body almost sliding along the ground to the lieutenant's feet.

Before the other man could react, his bayonet shot upwards like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, piercing the man's ankle! The lieutenant screamed and fell to his knees.

Wu Wanli drew his sword and stood up, his right hand wielding a military dagger that precisely sliced ​​across the opponent's exposed neck, spurting blood more than half a meter high.

"Commander! Watch out!"

A terrified scream in the local dialect cut through the noise and entered the range of Wu Wanli's "Sky Eye" perception.

On the map, a huge, bright red dot, surrounded by several smaller red dots, is moving rapidly behind a relatively intact half-brick wall on the western side of the battlefield—Aziz!

The point of light was trying to cross the chaotic battlefield and join up with the American reinforcements on the west side who were suppressing the three regiments with firepower!

"Want to run?"

Wu Wanli's eyes flashed with cold light, and a chilling killing intent locked onto the moving point of light.

"Gao Daxing! Take your squad and keep those Americans in the west occupied! Don't let them make contact!"

Yu Congrong! Suppress the Turkish army's subsequent counterattack!

"Prehistoric times! Bring your men and follow me!"

As he roared out a series of commands, he pounced like a cheetah, his target the cluster of moving red dots.

Gao Daxing's assault detachment immediately split into a powerful torrent, bayonets in hand, disregarding casualties as they intercepted laterally, crashing fiercely into the flank of the American battalion.

The US firepower faltered for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden and fearless bayonet charge.

Yu Congrong's artillery detachment, positioned slightly behind, used all available cover and ruins to suppress the scattered Turkish troops attempting to follow Aziz's figure with precise rifle fire, thus interrupting their reinforcements.

Wu Wanli and Shi Qian were like two sharp knives, leading the elite guard battalion and guided by the "Sky Eye Map" in Wu Wanli's brain, forcibly carving a bloody path through the chaotic battlefield.

Soldiers blocking a straight path, regardless of rank, became obstacles that had to be cleared.

A Turkish sergeant wielding an entrenching tool charged forward with a howl, but Wu Wanli beat him to it, delivering a vicious low sweep kick to the shin of the opponent's supporting leg.

A clear cracking sound rang out, and the sergeant screamed as he fell to the ground.

Without even looking, Wu Wanli thrust his bayonet downwards, piercing the man's chest.

Prehistoric, like a ghost, roamed around Wu Wanli's flank, protecting him from being ambushed.

The distance rapidly shortened in the bloody battle.

After bypassing a burning, crumbling wall, the blinding red light representing Aziz, along with the several tall figures guarding him, was finally clearly revealed in Wu Wanli's field of vision.

Aziz had clearly also spotted the elite squad that was relentlessly pursuing him.

A look of ferocious anger flashed across his face. He abruptly stopped, drew a beautifully decorated Turkish scimitar from his waist, and roared a few words in Turkish.

The four exceptionally burly guards surrounding him, each wielding a finely crafted bayonet rifle, immediately turned around, their faces filled with a deathly resolve, and assumed fighting stances.

The other two officers escorted Aziz and quickly retreated towards the American forces.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Wu Wanli roared, his speed increasing instead of decreasing, and rushed straight at the four Tujia guards.

The soldiers of the prehistoric and guard battalions immediately rushed forward and engaged in combat with the other Turkish guards.

Wu Wanli was facing the strongest guard captain.

The opponent was clearly also a master of close combat, with fierce eyes, steady steps, and a steady grip on his gun. His bayonet swayed slightly as he blocked Wu Wanli's attack route.

Wu Wanli rushed to within three meters of him, stomped his left foot hard, and made a move to break forward to the right.

The Turkish guard captain instinctively shifted his weight slightly to the right, his bayonet pointing to the right front.

In that split second, Wu Wanli's body moved in a strange, quick, and swift motion to the left, almost like teleportation!
The guard captain's bayonet missed its mark; his old strength was exhausted, and new strength had not yet been generated.

The moment Wu Wanli slid close in, his right hand gripped the gun like an iron rod and swung it upwards with a deafening clang, slamming it hard into the handguard of the opponent's rifle!
The immense force caused the guard captain's hand to split open, and his rifle almost slipped from his grasp and swung backward, leaving the front of the door wide open!

Wu Wanli gave his opponent no time to react. Using his left foot as a pivot, he spun half a circle like a top, and with the centrifugal force of the rotation, his right hand wielded a bayonet that drew a deadly semi-circular flash.

With a "thud," the bayonet plunged deep into the guard captain's exposed right rib area!

The rotating force, along with the bayonet, churned and cut inside his body. The guard captain's eyes bulged, blood gushed from his mouth, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

Wu Wanli drew his sword, not even glancing at the fallen corpse, his gaze fixed on Aziz, who was now only protected by two officers and fleeing in a sorry state.

He pursued relentlessly like an arrow released from a bow!
The remaining two guards were held tightly by Pinghe and the guard battalion soldiers and could not break free.

Aziz heard the thud of his guard captain falling to the ground behind him and was terrified.

His only remaining lieutenant adjutant was loyal enough to turn around and try to stop Wu Wanli.

In Wu Wanli's eyes, the adjutant's movements were like slow motion. He ducked and slid past the adjutant, his muddy military boots kicking up a wave of mud.

In the instant the two passed each other, Wu Wanli stabbed his bayonet backward with a backhand thrust, precisely piercing the adjutant's left lower back near his kidney!
The adjutant's body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed.

The deadly slide tackle and backhand stab were executed in one fluid motion, making no use of Wu Wanli's pursuit speed.

At this moment, Aziz was less than twenty meters away from the edge of the battle between Gao Daxing's detachment and the US troops ahead!

He could even see the terrified eyes beneath the American soldiers' helmets and their desperate waving gestures. Hope was within reach!
Aziz unleashed all his strength and pounced like a desperate beast.

However, a gray figure, like a ghost, carrying boundless killing intent, struck first despite being behind!

As Wu Wanli was running wildly, his right foot suddenly kicked off a broken tombstone that was half buried in the ground, and his body used the force to jump into the air and pounce on Aziz's back!
At this moment, Wu Wanli, with the bayonet tightly gripped in his right hand, thrust it fiercely toward Aziz's back, carrying the weight of his entire body and the momentum of his charge!
In the face of death, Aziz's battle-hardened instincts saved him.

He heard a menacing gust of wind behind him, but instead of turning around, he did his best to roll forward in a pathetic, lazy manner.

"Hey!"

Wu Wanli's bayonet failed to pierce Aziz's heart, but it ripped open the high-ranking officer's woolen overcoat on Aziz's back, leaving a horrific gash that was deep enough to expose bone and torn flesh!
The excruciating pain caused Aziz to let out a bloodcurdling scream, lose his balance, and fall heavily into the cold mud.

Wu Wanli landed without pausing, his body rolling forward to dissipate the force, and he instantly knelt on one knee, landing steadily in front of Aziz, who was struggling to get up.

Aziz was disheveled and looked like a madman; the excruciating pain in his back and the fear of death had driven him completely insane.

He found the curved sword that had slipped from his hand when he fell, let out a howl, and swung it recklessly at Wu Wanli, who was right in front of him!

This strike gathered all the power he possessed on the verge of death; a flash of cold light, swift and ruthless, aimed specifically at Wu Wanli's lower body.

Wu Wanli's eyes were as cold as iron, and his body displayed amazing flexibility and explosive power at this moment.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward to meet the flash of the blade, his left foot stomping down on Aziz's wrist, which was holding the knife, like a steel nail!
"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out as Aziz's wrist was snapped by his combat boot!
The magnificent scimitar flew out of his hand.

Before Aziz could finish his scream, Wu Wanli's right-hand bayonet, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, pierced Aziz's jaw from below at an incredibly tricky angle!

"Uh……"

Aziz's voice was choked in his throat.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot and bulged, filled with extreme pain, horror, and resentment.

The sharp bayonet pierced through the jaw and went straight into the brain!

Wu Wanli twisted his wrist with sudden force, completely shattering the brain.

Aziz's burly body convulsed violently a few times, then collapsed to the ground like a sack with all its bones removed.

Large gushes of dark red blood mixed with brain matter gushed from his jaw and nostrils, quickly staining the frozen ground beneath him.

The battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment.

The Turkish soldiers who witnessed this scene instantly had their fierce glint replaced by boundless fear.

"The brigade commander is dead! General Aziz is dead!"

Terrified and desperate cries spread like a plague among the remaining Ottoman soldiers.

The last bit of morale crumbled instantly.

The Turkish soldiers, who had been putting up a stubborn resistance, completely collapsed. No one cared about the battle anymore; they only wanted to escape this deadly place.

But Wu Wanli's actions did not stop.

His cold gaze swept over a half-rolled, crimson flag decorated with a crescent moon and stars beside Aziz's body—the Turkish Brigade's flag!

It was left behind by one of Aziz's officers during his escape.

Wu Wanli bent down, his blood-stained bayonet lifting the flagpole, and grasped the military flag that symbolized the last dignity of the Turkish Brigade in his hand.

One corner of the flag was stained with Aziz's hot blood.

He held the blood-stained gun upside down in one hand and gripped the blood-stained Turkish brigade flag tightly in the other. He turned sharply, facing the entire battlefield, and with all his might, let out a deafening roar: "Aziz is dead!"

The military flag is here!

Kill those who resist!

The roar was like thunder rolling across the battlefield, carrying supreme majesty and a declaration of victory!
"kill!!!"

The entire Seventh Steel Brigade erupted in a thunderous response!
Morale exploded instantly!

The veterans seemed to be infused with a violent power, wielding their bayonets with even greater ferocity and lethality.

The remaining Turkish soldiers, on the other hand, seemed to have had their last vestige of soul ripped out, completely losing their will to fight.

They cried out, abandoned their weapons, and scattered in all directions, desperate to get away from the Chinese commander who held the military flag and was like a god of war.

The American military camp on the west side also witnessed this horrific scene.

Their commander watched in astonishment as Aziz was beheaded, the Turkish brigade flag was captured, and the fleeing Turkish soldiers surged toward their flanks like a plague.

The sudden appearance of this elite Chinese force, so fearless and ruthless as to be terrifying, sent chills down the spines of the US commander.

"Damn it! Retreat! Get out of here! Now!"

The US commander made a decisive decision and abandoned the idea of ​​rescuing the remaining troops.

Under the frantic cover of several machine guns, the American soldiers hastily retreated, ruthlessly blocking or even shooting down the scattered Turkish soldiers who tried to approach for shelter, all in an effort to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

Gao Daxing's assault detachment pursued them relentlessly for a while, leaving behind more than 300 American corpses.

In the end, the American troops, whose battalion had been decimated and reduced to only one company, along with a few dozen Turkish soldiers who had managed to break through the blockade, disappeared in a sorry state at the end of the highway leading to Seoul.

The battlefield below the embankment quickly fell silent, leaving only the thick, overwhelming smell of blood and burnt flesh.

The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the ground was covered with layers upon layers of corpses.

Many of the corpses were still entangled together, maintaining the postures they had adopted when they fought to the death.

The frozen soil was repeatedly irrigated with blood, turning it into a dark red muddy mess.

Many of the surviving soldiers of the 3rd Regiment of the Independent Guerrilla Division in Suwon, leaning on their rifles, stared blankly at the suddenly quiet battlefield.

They looked at the veterans of the Seventh Steel Brigade who stood solemnly amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their bodies covered in blood yet as strong as steel, and tears mingled with blood as they silently streamed down their faces.

Zhao Peng staggered to Wu Wanli's side.

His left arm was injured by the explosion, and he hastily bandaged it with a torn leg wrap to stop the bleeding. His face was ashen, and his lips were trembling violently.

Looking at the blood-dripping Turkish brigade flag in Wu Wanli's hand and Aziz's lifeless body lying on the ground, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength to squeeze out a few words: "Commander Wu...we held on!"

Wu Wanli forcefully planted the Turkish brigade flag next to Aziz's body and said in a low voice, "Clean up the battlefield!"
Let's see if any of our brothers are still alive!
Bring all available weapons and ammunition!

Commander Zhao, organize those who are still able to move, and take the fallen comrades to a safe area behind the dike, and quickly bandage their wounds.

Pack up this flag and Aziz's body, and carry them away.

"I'm taking these with me back to see Commander Li Yunlong and the others!!!"

(End of this chapter)