Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 397 The Command Headquarters for the Capture of the Han River Defense Line!

Just as Wu Wanli led the main force of the Seventh Steel Brigade into battle, Lei Gong looked at the coordinate paper marked by Wu Wanli in his hand, and then at his watch, realizing that it was time.

The coordinates provided by Wu Wanli were so precise that they were astonishing; they were exactly the location of the core fortress of the Han River defense line headquarters.

"Set parameters! High-explosive shells, full load, rapid fire!"

Lei Gong waved his command flag and roared loudly.

In an instant, the muzzles of cannons rose, pointing towards that fatal coordinate point under the heavy night sky.

Chinese volunteer soldiers loaders stuff heavy shells into the gun barrel.

The breechblock was slammed shut under the oil-stained gloves with a "click," like the door knocker of death being fastened.

"Dinner's ready—put it down!!!"

With a thunderous roar, the thunderous roar of artillery fire suddenly tore through the winter night.

The earth groaned and twisted under the violent pounding.

The destructive torrent woven from raging flames poured precisely into that marked hell.

The outer fortifications of the US military's Han River defense command were instantly engulfed by the crimson fire of artillery, and the meticulously constructed reinforced concrete fortifications collapsed under the continuous bombardment of armor-piercing high-explosive shells.

Waves of air, carrying rubble, steel fragments, and human remains, swept violently across the circular perimeter of the command post.

More than 500 elite U.S. guards, just awakened from their sleep, were mercilessly torn apart and devoured by this precise artillery fire before they even had time to find cover.

The piercing screams of the American soldiers were completely drowned out by the even more violent explosions. Faced with overwhelming firepower, flesh and blood were as fragile as withered leaves.

At the same time, Wu Wanli, inside the No. 1 tank, coldly watched through the commander's observation window as the scene of the land being plowed by artillery fire shook violently in his field of vision.

"Armored Guard Battalion, activate!"
"Target: The core area of ​​the US military command post. Roll over it!"

In an instant, Wu Wanli's orders were clearly transmitted to every tank via radio.

"understand!"

Tank driver Lao Zhang let out a low growl and abruptly shifted gears.

The diesel engine of Tank No. 1 roared deafeningly, and the heavy steel tracks propelled the more than 30-ton tank toward the core position that had just been ravaged by artillery fire!
The vehicle jolted violently, and Wu Wanli and Liu Hanqing's bodies slammed against the metal walls inside the cramped space, yet neither of them even flinched.

More than ten tanks and several armored vehicles formed an assault formation, and the No. 1 tank crashed through the burning wreckage and rolled forward with unstoppable force!
Prehistoric, along with hundreds of elite guard battalions, coordinated to protect the tanks' charge.

On either side of the steel torrent, two thousand elite assault troops led by Gao Daxing closely followed the tank assault front, fiercely clearing away the remaining resistance strongpoints.

On the other side, the 2,000 elite fire support troops under Yu Congrong's command were relentlessly suppressing the American stragglers who were attempting to organize a counterattack further away.

When the tanks of the Seventh Steel Brigade smashed through the last twisted and deformed barbed wire and the low wall made of sandbags, they completely broke into the core area of ​​the command post.

The intense battle that I had imagined did not materialize.

The American soldiers who were lucky enough to escape being torn apart by the artillery fire still had extreme terror on their faces, and many of them had long since lost their weapons.

When the dark muzzles of tank cannons and the cold, menacing machine guns pointed at them, and when those silent and fierce Chinese soldiers charged forward with bayonets in hand, their last shred of will to resist crumbled.

"Don't shoot! Surrender! We surrender!"

A U.S. Army lieutenant threw down his pistol in a daze, raised his hands high, and screamed in broken English.

Like a plague spreading, the surviving dozens of American soldiers dropped their weapons, covered their heads with their hands, and huddled among the ruins.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, gunpowder, and burnt human flesh, along with an atmosphere of despair.

Wu Wanli pushed open the heavy tank cover, and a cold wind carrying a pungent smell rushed in instantly.

He jumped out of the car with swift movements, followed closely by Liu Hanqing.

Their sharp gazes, like searchlights, quickly swept across the ravaged battlefield.

The main building of the command post has collapsed, leaving only a few crumbling walls and the entrance to an underground bunker whose twisted reinforced concrete structure was exposed by the explosion.

"Han Qing, question him!"

Wu Wanli spoke in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the American officer who had surrendered first.

Liu Hanqing strode forward, his fluent American English carrying a cold quality, echoing through the ruins: "Name! Position!"

"Where are your commander, Major General Saul, and the South Korean division commander, Park Jung-hee?"

The lieutenant trembled, looked at the tall, sharp-eyed Chinese officer in front of him, and stammered, "Reporting...reporting to the sir!"
I am Lieutenant Charles Miller, General Saul's communications adjutant.

General Saul and Division Commander Park Jung-hee, along with the 1st Battalion, the Division Guard Company, and the South Korean Division Guard, totaling approximately 2,500 men, rushed to the central juncture area more than half an hour ago!

Only our Chief of Staff, Colonel Johnson, remained in the basement to assist in commanding the defenses…

He spoke incoherently, his finger trembling as he pointed to the dark entrance to the bunker.

"Are the other key points of the defensive line still maintaining fire?"

Liu Hanqing pressed on, his gaze sharp.

"Yes...yes!"
Especially behind the high ground on the east side of the valley not far away, that is our 37th Field Artillery Regiment!
155mm and 105mm howitzers have been providing fire support to the front lines.

General Saul ordered them to open fire at full force to suppress your attack…

Lieutenant Miller swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Wu Wanli's lips. There really was another trump card!
He waved his hand at Gao Daxing: "Gao Daxing, take your men down and 'invite' that chief of staff out!"
The rest of you, clear the battlefield and keep an eye on the prisoners!

"Yes!"

Gao Daxing waved his hand, leading a squad of fierce warriors, guns pointed downwards, cautiously rushing into the entrance of the dark underground bunker.

Wu Wanli ignored the prisoners, turned around and took a few steps back to the muddy and smoke-covered Tank No. 1, and nimbly crawled inside.

The heavy hatch slammed shut, shutting out the noisy outside.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and in the next instant, his consciousness sank into the Heavenly Eye Map!

The field of vision suddenly rose, as if God had broken free from gravity, overlooking the entire Han River battlefield.

The earth stretched silently beneath my feet, the burning towns, the winding Han River, the jagged trench defenses, the troop lights moving like ants... everything was under my control.

With a slight thought, he rapidly zoomed in and focused his viewpoint, like the most precise satellite lens, instantly locking onto the high ground area on the east side of the valley as described by Lieutenant Miller.

Passing through sparse woods and camouflage netting, the meticulously constructed artillery position came into clear view:
The six robust M1 155mm heavy howitzers, like crouching steel behemoths, all pointed northward at the fiercely contested Han River defense line.

Twelve slightly smaller M2A1 105mm howitzers were positioned on either side.

Ammunition was piled up like mountains.

The position was surrounded by heavy machine gun emplacements made of sandbags, mortar positions, and infantry sentry posts, making it heavily fortified.

Several ammunition transport vehicles were unloading their cargo with great effort. The coordinates of the artillery positions, accurate to the meter, were etched into Wu Wanli's mind like a brand.

This is clearly a good opportunity!
After bombing the outer fortifications of the US military's main artillery position on the Han River, he could easily lead his troops to attack!
"Thunder God! Thunder God! We've received a reply!"

Wu Wanli grabbed the radio transmitter, and the sound was exceptionally clear in the confined space.

"Thunder God received! Commander-in-Chief, please give instructions!"

Lei Gong's voice carried the weariness of artillery fire and a soaring fighting spirit.

Coordinates: X-734, Y-518!

Target: The outer perimeter perimeter of the U.S. Army artillery regiment!

High-explosive grenades, two rapid-fire rounds!

Once the firepower is applied, all of your mobile artillery vehicles must immediately move towards me!
Use the fastest speed! Repeat the coordinates!

Wu Wanli's order fell like ice beads.

"X-734, Y-518!"

High-explosive grenades cover the warning positions!

Two rapid-fire rounds!

Artillery support received! Relocate immediately after bombing!

Without the slightest hesitation, Lei Gong confirmed the coordinates with a resolute voice.

He didn't even ask why; he just fired wherever the captain pointed!

This is absolute trust forged through countless bloody battles.

A few minutes later, a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air rang out again over the outer perimeter of the artillery regiment that Wu Wanli had "seen" so clearly!
The artillery fire from the Seventh Steel Brigade, imbued with a thirst for revenge, crashed down relentlessly.

Sandbag fortifications were overturned, heavy machine guns and their gunners were torn apart, and mortar positions were turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The violent explosions and sudden attacks plunged the U.S. troops on the perimeter into complete chaos and panic, and their defenses crumbled instantly.

"Advance! Target! The high ground east of the valley! Armored battalion, full speed ahead!"

Wu Wanli realized the time had come and quickly shouted.

The engine of Tank No. 1 roared deafeningly once again as it sped toward the artillery position that had just been targeted by artillery fire!
The main force of the Seventh Steel Brigade left a small number of soldiers to guard the prisoners, while the rest followed Wu Wanli's footsteps and attacked the US artillery positions on the Han River defense line.

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With all reserves pulled to the front lines by Sol and the command post's guards also eliminated, the small number of defenders on the artillery positions suffered heavy losses in the recent bombing.

Therefore, the battle proceeded smoothly, and the Seventh Steel Brigade did not encounter much resistance on the battlefield when attacking the artillery positions.

When Wu Wanli's No. 1 tank smashed through the last symbolic barbed wire barrier on the outer perimeter of the artillery position, the scene before them made all the soldiers who followed the charge gasp in shock, and then burst into thunderous cheers!

The position was in a mess, but the core artillery positions were basically intact!

Six 155mm heavy guns and twelve 105mm howitzers stood silently under the night sky where moonlight and firelight intertwined!
The ammunition piled up like mountains nearby, the golden shells reflecting an alluring luster in the firelight!
Only sporadic, symbolic gunfire rang out, which was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming force of the advancing steel torrent.

Most of the American artillerymen on the position were already terrified by the sight of the outer perimeter being destroyed in an instant.

Faced with the tanks rushing towards them and the surging tide of Chinese infantry, few of them had any thought of resistance left.

Some people, defying the odds, tried to operate the anti-aircraft machine gun, only to be immediately shot down by a precise prehistoric burst.

Despair spread like a plague.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

A U.S. Army artillery colonel threw down his pistol in despair and shouted in a trembling voice.

Like dominoes falling, the remaining American soldiers on the artillery position dropped their weapons, covered their heads with their hands, and knelt down.

"Clear quickly! Take control of all artillery! Guard the prisoners!"

Wu Wanli pushed open the top cover, stood on the tank, and his eyes swept across the huge "trophy" with lightning speed.

Just then, a rapid and heavy breathing sound, accompanied by the roar of tracks and engines, came from afar.

Lei Gong led several trucks carrying his own howitzers and 120mm mortars, rushing onto the position at breakneck speed.

The veteran gunner jumped off the vehicle, and before he could even stand up straight, his eyes were immediately drawn to the thick cannon barrels. A flush of ecstatic joy instantly rose on his face, and all his fatigue vanished.

"My God! A 155mm howitzer!"
There are so many 105mm howitzers!
And there were artillery shells! Piled up like mountains!
Captain-General! This...

Our own artillery shells are almost gone!
Now... they can fight however they want!

Lei Gong was so excited that he was almost incoherent. His rough, large hands trembled as he stroked the cold, heavy 155mm gun barrel, as if he were stroking his long-lost son.

Wu Wanli jumped off the tank, a rare smile of relief appearing on his face.

He strode over to Lei Gong, pointed at the giant cannons, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Lei Gong, these cannons and these shells are now yours!"
Immediately organize manpower to take over the position!
"Set up all the usable cannons!"

"Yes!"

Lei Gong straightened up excitedly, saluted sharply, and turned to shout at his artillerymen, whose eyes were also gleaming with green light: "What are you all standing there for!"
Get moving, all of you!
Inspect the artillery! Count the ammunition!

Bring our cannons up too! Quickly! Quickly!

The artillery position instantly erupted in cheers.

The gunners of the Seventh Steel Brigade pounced on the American-made artillery like hungry wolves, inspecting the gun barrels, recoil mechanisms, and sights.

Soldiers lined up to carry artillery shells, continuously transporting the heavy shells from the pile to the gun positions.

The artillery brought by the Seventh Steel Brigade was also quickly moved to advantageous positions, forming a powerful and terrifying mixed artillery group together with the captured artillery.

Wu Wanli did not bask in the joy of the spoils, but instead closed his eyes again, his consciousness sinking into that realm overlooking all living beings.

The Sky Eye Map unfolds!

The camera pans rapidly across the burning battlefield, past the main defense line along the Han River, which is being fiercely attacked by the main force of the Eastern Front assault group, and past the carnage of the central junction...

Finally, the target was located about three kilometers behind the defensive line on a relatively hidden dirt road!
A sizable U.S. military force is on a forced march!
The convoy consisted mainly of wheeled trucks, interspersed with a few jeeps and a small number of light tanks.

These U.S. soldiers were dressed in standard winter combat uniforms, well-equipped, and moved with the efficiency characteristic of elite troops.

At the front of the troops, in an open-top jeep, a figure wearing a general's star anxiously gazed through binoculars toward the central junction where artillery fire raged.

It was clearly Major General Thor!

They are less than a kilometer away from the support positions on the outskirts of the central junction!

The coordinates were etched into my mind with absolute precision.

Wu Wanli opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with a cold light.

He strode over to Lei Gong, who was excitedly directing his men to adjust the 155mm cannon.

"Thunder God! New target!"
Coordinates: X-689, Y-462!

Target area: Enemy reinforcement column!

I interrogated the prisoners when I attacked the command post earlier. Based on their departure time and marching speed, I deduced that Saul and his two thousand 'elite' troops were there!
Furthermore, based on forward reconnaissance and prisoner confessions, combined with the battlefield situation, it is certain that they are eager to provide reinforcements at this moment, and their positions are right on this line!
The error will not exceed 300 meters!
All artillery pieces, 155mm and 105mm, plus our own, should be set to this coordinate!

High-explosive grenade! Delayed fuse! Covert fire!

Five-minute rapid ejaculation!

Blow that road into a sea of ​​fire!
Break their backbone!

Lei Gong had no doubts; his trust in Wu Wanli's judgment ran deep. He whirled around and roared at the gunners who had already gained initial control of the American-made artillery, his voice trembling slightly with extreme excitement and killing intent: "Did you all hear that?!"
Commander-in-Chief's Order!
Coordinates: X-689, Y-462!

That son of a bitch Thor and his 'elite'!
All guns! High-explosive shells! Delayed fuses!

Rapid ejaculation for five minutes!
Send the cannonballs at me!

Send these bastards back to their hometowns!

"Yes!"

The entire artillery position erupted in a thunderous roar.

The volunteer artillerymen were like wound-up machines, rapidly turning the handwheels of the directional and elevation mechanisms, and the heavy gun barrels moved slowly amidst the metallic scraping sounds.

The loader picked up the heavy brass shell, roared as he stuffed it into the breech, followed by the propellant charge.

For a time, the sound of the breechblock closing echoed everywhere.

"fire!"

With all his might, Lei Gong roared out the command and clenched the flag, bringing it down fiercely!
"Boom! Boom boom boom! Boom—!"

In an instant, the earth trembled violently beneath our feet!

The combined artillery barrage on the artillery positions roared with earth-shattering fury!

The sound of a 155mm heavy howitzer firing is like the roar of an ancient behemoth, deep and full of destructive power.

The whistling of the 105mm howitzer was even more piercing.

120mm mortars also joined this death chorus.

Countless blinding lines of fire tore through the darkest night sky before dawn, hurtling fiercely toward the dirt road to the north!

Major General Saul stood in the open-top jeep, and through his binoculars, the fierce fighting and flames on the high ground at the central junction were already clearly visible.

Chinese troops surged like a tidal wave against the crumbling US defenses, while his own troops struggled to hold on.

He was extremely anxious and roared into the walkie-talkie, "Speed ​​up! Faster!"
We must engage in combat within thirty minutes! Plug the breach!

Before the words were even finished, a terrifying shriek that sent chills down one's spine came from afar and instantly filled the entire world!

"Fire! Take cover—"

The experienced battalion commander guarding Saul let out a heart-wrenching roar and slammed Saul off the jeep to the ground.

The first wave of shells rained down like hail!

The 155mm high-explosive shells, equipped with delayed fuses, penetrated directly into the middle and rear of the marching column before exploding violently!

The terrifying shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, instantly tore some of the trucks and the soldiers on them to pieces!
Steel, human bodies, and soil were thrown high into the air and scattered in all directions amidst the scorching heat waves!
Immediately afterwards, 105mm shells and even denser medium and small caliber shells rained down like a storm, covering the entire road and the open areas on both sides!

Huge fireballs rose into the air one after another, and the continuous explosions merged into a deathly roar that engulfed everything!

Saul was pinned down by the battalion commander of the guards, and the huge explosion ruptured his eardrums, leaving them ringing.

The scorching heat and thick smoke nearly choked him.

Soil, gravel, and a mixture of thick, warm liquid pelted him.

He could clearly feel the ground beneath him trembling violently, each explosion feeling like a heavy hammer pounding into his chest.

The desperate screams of the American soldiers were torn apart by the deafening explosion.

"Sir! Sir!"

"Heavy artillery! 155mm! And 105mm! Covert fire! We...we're locked on!"

The guard battalion commander, his face covered in blood, roared into Saul's ear.

Saul struggled to lift his head and, through the billowing smoke, saw a hellish scene he would never forget: his proud reserve team was now being thrown into a meat grinder.

The truck was burning fiercely, with charred limbs hanging from its twisted wreckage.

American soldiers fell in droves like felled wheat, blown away by the blast wave and torn apart by shrapnel.

Several M24 light tanks attempting to maneuver and evade were directly hit by 155mm shells, their turrets were blown off, and the hulls burst into flames.

The entire road has become a slaughterhouse of flames and blood!
Elite?

Under overwhelming firepower, they were no different from lambs to the slaughter!

"This cannon...and the direction from which the shells came...Oh no! It's our cannon!"

A liaison officer, lying near Sol, pointed dejectedly in the direction from which the shells were coming, before being knocked over by the shockwave of a shell and falling silent.

Upon hearing this, Thor instantly realized what was happening and was struck dumb!

He abruptly turned his head to look in the direction from which the shells had come—to the high ground on the east side of the valley where his stronghold was located!

That artillery regiment position that he thought was impregnable!
A thought that instantly froze his blood rushed to his head: the Seventh Steel Brigade! It must be the Seventh Steel Brigade!

They not only captured the command post, but also seized his artillery positions with incredible speed.

He is now using his own artillery to slaughter his own elite reserves!
"Damn Allen! Damn lying about military intelligence!"

Thor's face contorted instantly, and he roared, "What?! The main force is being held back?!"

The main force of the Seventh Steel Brigade is right here!
They launched a surprise attack!
They destroyed my command post and stole my artillery!
The Han River defense line is finished! Completely finished!

He was nearly consumed by immense fear and overwhelming rage.

But he was, after all, a veteran who had experienced the bloody battles of the Pacific, and his instinct for survival overcame everything.

He pushed away the guard battalion commander who was still on top of him, struggled to get up, and looked around.

It’s over.

Completely finished.

Two thousand elite troops suffered such precise and fierce artillery fire on this open, unprotected land, and at least half of them were killed or wounded!
The organization was completely disrupted!
Morale has completely collapsed!

The surviving soldiers scurried about in the inferno like headless flies, searching for shelters that never existed.

The road leading to the central junction has become a veritable road to death!

Continuing to charge forward will only result in sending casualties to the Chinese army!
Thor made a decision instantly, his voice hoarse but carrying a desperate ruthlessness: "We can't go to support the central defense line of the Han River!"

Order all those who can still move to the east!
Move towards the eastern flank of the defense line and join up with the South Korean forces!

The front lines there are relatively stable!

Quick! Move closer to Park Jung-hee!

Seek an opportunity to break out! Retreat quickly!

He roared at the staff officers around him.

The order was relayed in fear.

The remaining thousand or so American soldiers abandoned their heavy equipment and wounded, desperately trying to escape the artillery fire zone and retreating towards the less intense eastern flank.

Saul climbed onto a battered jeep, which sped eastward, crushing the still-burning wreckage and groaning wounded.

When Major General Sol arrived at a relatively safe South Korean divisional logistics camp behind the eastern flank defense line, covered in gunpowder and looking disheveled, he was instantly stunned.

The camp was in complete chaos.

Several American-made ten-wheeled trucks had their engines running, and their cargo beds were filled with boxes of all sizes.

Squads of South Korean soldiers were assembling in disarray under the reprimands of their officers.

In the center of the camp, Division Commander Park Jung-hee paced anxiously back and forth, surrounded by a group of equally well-dressed adjutants and guards, his eyes frequently glancing at the vehicles parked to the side.

When he saw Saul's jeep rush in, Park Jung-hee's face showed a flash of extreme surprise and embarrassment.

General Thor?!

"You...how did you get here?"

Park Jung-hee quickly stepped forward, his smile stiff and his eyes darting around.

Clearly, he was preparing to flee with his trusted elite troops when he unexpectedly encountered Thor.

Saul jumped out of the jeep, his gaze sweeping over Park Jung-hee's neat overcoat and the trucks, then over the chaotic scene of the South Korean troops in the camp, and he understood everything.

A surge of anger at being betrayed rushed to his head, but he forcefully suppressed it.

Right now, he needs these South Korean soldiers!
With an undeniable air of authority, Thor said, "Commander Park, the central defense line is in imminent danger!"
Our unit was ambushed by enemy heavy artillery while en route to provide reinforcements!

Now, I order your unit to immediately organize all forces and hold the eastern flank defense line at all costs!
Block the pursuing Chinese troops!
Buy time for the entire defense line to be reorganized!
Not a single step back!

Anyone who disobeys orders will be subject to military law!

He spoke with such certainty, as if victory was assured.

Park Jung-hee's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Stick to it?

Who are we buying time for?

Looking at the equally disheveled and disarmed American soldiers behind Saul, and then thinking of the deafening artillery fire and battle cries from the center, he felt a chill in his heart.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Thor stepped forward, his blue eyes burning with a mad flame and a naked threat: "This is an order! Commander Park!"
"Execute immediately! Otherwise, you'll be facing a military court!"

He deliberately raised his voice so that the surrounding South Korean officers could hear him clearly.

Park Jung-hee trembled, and the last trace of color drained from his face.

Looking at Saul's cold, iron-like face, he knew this was not a negotiation, but an ultimatum.

He swallowed hard and hoarsely ordered, "Pass on...pass on the order!"
Each regiment...stay put...hold the line!
One step...not a step back!

"very good!"

Thor forced a cold smile, patted Park Jung-hee's stiff shoulder, and then lowered his voice: "Get your car ready immediately! Come with me!"

Take the small road to the east to Seoul!
This is to be handed over to your deputy division commander!

He didn't give Park Jung-hee any time to react, grabbed his arm, and half-dragged, half-pulled him into the back seat of the jeep that had just arrived.

Thor quickly crawled inside as well.

"Drive! To Seoul! Take that small road on the east side! Hurry!"

Thor roared at the driver.

"Then...then my troops..."

Park Jung-hee sat in the bumpy jeep, looking out the window at his bewildered soldiers, his heart aching.

Thor interrupted him rudely, his eyes devoid of any warmth: "Never mind that! Survival is the most important thing!"

At most, order your reserves and guard battalion to immediately and orderly advance to the rear in batches, providing alternating cover!
Be quick!

But on the surface, everyone else must believe that they are still holding out to the death!

This is a blatant act of using some South Korean troops as cannon fodder to cover their own core forces' escape!

Park Jung-hee understood that there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only nod.

After all, Thor had already gone to great lengths to do this for him, which was already a lot of face for him.

Before long, the order was quickly relayed via radio.

The jeep jolted wildly as it sped out of the chaotic camp and turned onto a relatively secluded dirt road leading southeast.

Thor sat in the back seat, his body swaying violently with the juggling of the jeep, and he looked back.

In the direction of the Han River defense line, the firelight illuminated half the sky!
In the central junction area, flashes of explosions rose and fell in quick succession, as dense as festive fireworks.

Gunfire, artillery fire, and shouts of battle merged into a deafening torrent that clearly assaulted eardrums even from several kilometers away.

He knew that Li Yunlong's main force was launching a general offensive, while Wu Wanli's Steel Seventh Brigade was delivering a fatal blow from the rear!
The collapse of the Han River defense line is imminent!

"Damn it! Damn Allen! Damn Chu Yunfei!"

Thor slammed his fist into the cold door of the jeep, his knuckles instantly cracking and bleeding.

He was nearly consumed by rage and immense frustration.

He needs to find a scapegoat!
He whirled around and roared at the still-shaken communications officer in the passenger seat, "Send a telegram to the Seoul command immediately! Top secret!"

A U.S. Army communications officer frantically turned on the radio and took out his codebook and telegram paper.

Saul took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and spoke clearly, each word like a knife:

To the United Nations Command in Seoul, General Van Fleet and General Ridgway:

The Han River defense line was subjected to a deadly surprise attack by the main force of the Seventh Steel Brigade!

My headquarters and the 37th Artillery Regiment's positions fell in the early morning!

On my way to reinforce the central juncture, I was ambushed by the enemy on the highway using the artillery and large artillery groups that I had captured, and suffered heavy losses!

Major General Allen's previous report that "we have held back the main force of the Steel Seventh Brigade" is seriously inaccurate!
The enemy his troops encountered was determined to be only a small, feint force of 50,000 troops!

It was Allen's major misjudgment and intelligence delay that directly led to the destruction of the core hub of our Han River defense line by the enemy, the devastating blow to our reserve forces, and ultimately caused the defense line to be completely shaken and on the verge of collapse!

Allen bears undeniable responsibility for this defeat!

Send it out immediately! Use the highest priority channel!

"Yes, sir!"

The U.S. Army communications officer's fingers flew across the keypad, the ticking sound echoing through the swaying carriage.

(End of this chapter)