Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 77 Wu Wanli captures an American lieutenant general!
"Fire immediately according to the predetermined parameters!"

"fire!"

Lei Gong waved his hand and roared.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

With a series of muffled shelling booms, shells shot straight into the sky and then crashed down on the American troops.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the densely populated area of ​​American troops, flashes of fire appeared as countless shrapnel fragments, carrying immense force, reaped the lives of American soldiers.

"Light and heavy machine guns, give them a good blast!"

Yu Congrong roared and began firing at the machine gun, sweeping the smoke-filled battlefield in all directions.

In an instant, several M2 heavy machine guns unleashed their power simultaneously.

"Dong dong dong..."

With a dull thud, the American soldier, whose head had just emerged from the shell casing, had his head blown off.

"Da da da……"

At the same time, more than a dozen light machine guns also opened fire, producing a crisp, clear sound of gunfire.

The dense barrage of bullets formed a fire net that covered the entire battlefield.

In a very short time, dozens of American soldiers were killed by the firepower, and their blood stained the white earth.

"Shit!"

"Are these American machine guns and mortars?!"

"Why is the Chinese army's firepower even stronger than ours?!"

A U.S. military officer looked at the countless flashes of gunfire in the distance and shouted angrily.

However, at that moment, his roaring appearance was clearly visible through Wu Wanli's sniper scope.

"boom!"

The moment Wu Wanli pulled the trigger, a bullet pierced the American officer's skull.

"A thunderclap, a sword!"

Wu Qianli, estimating that the artillery fire was about to stop, quickly raised his rifle with bayonets fixed and roared.

"A pack of fierce tigers, the Steel Seventh Company!"

Most of the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company picked up their rifles and shouted in unison.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of artillery and machine gun fire gradually subsided.

Despite this, the artillery fire and machine gun barrage had already deterred the American troops from immediately raising their heads to retaliate.

"Come at me!"

Wu Qianli leaped up and charged toward the American troops.

"Kill!"

Countless soldiers of the Steel Seventh Company jumped out of the trenches and charged forward with a roar.

They formed groups of three, with the three groups arranged in a "品" shape, creating two or three waves that rushed towards the American troops.

During the charge, the fire support teams on both sides, armed with light machine guns, fired as they advanced, suppressing the American firepower.

In a shell crater
Where are our machine guns?

"Counter-fire!"

A U.S. military officer picked up a submachine gun, raised it above his head, fired a burst of "faith shots," and shouted loudly.

Soon, an American machine gunner set up his machine gun and prepared to fire at the Steel Seventh Company.

However, thanks to Wu Wanli's superb night vision, the heavy machine gun was clearly visible.

He immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the heavy machine gunner.

At high speed, the crosshair in my field of vision kept swaying up and down.

Moreover, the almost erratic snowstorm also obscured Wu Wanli's vision.

But he still tried his best to control his breathing rhythm and, relying on his senses, quickly fired two shots.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bullets were fired under these extremely difficult circumstances.

The American machine gunner had barely fired his heavy machine gun for a second when a bullet pierced his head, and he immediately fell to the ground.

Wu Wanli actually missed the target with the other bullet.

However, with the added bonus of incredible luck, he accidentally hit the secondary machine gunner who was carrying ammunition boxes next to him!
Several nearby American soldiers stared in astonishment at the sight, their hands gripping their submachine guns trembling slightly.

They wouldn't be so terrified if the machine gunners had been killed by machine gun fire.

But these two precise sniper bullets were clearly fired from moving Chinese troops...

"Oh my God!"

Did God go to war wearing a steel helmet!?

"Damn it, do these Chinese people know witchcraft?!"

"What kind of enemy are we fighting?"

"..."

After cursing, the nearby American soldiers lost all courage to aim and fire.

They all raised their guns above their heads and began firing their faith-based shots.

Just as they were complaining, several more machine guns were set up and opened fire on the Steel Seventh Company.

No matter how skilled Wu Wanli was at shooting, he couldn't fire eight bullets in one second.

After all, the recoil during a charge is quite powerful.

"Da da da da da da..."

So the American machine guns continued to roar.

"Lie down!"

"Wanli, Pinghe, knock out the American devils' firing positions!"

Upon seeing this, Wu Qianli quickly called out.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Pinghe immediately lay down on the ground, raised his rifle, and aimed intently.

Wu Wanli didn't speak, but quickly aimed, fired, switched targets, and kept firing...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Pinghe fired three bullets, finally ending a machine gun emplacement.

However, when he turned his gun to snipe other American soldiers, he found that almost all of the American heavy machine guns were silent.

"Wanli, you..."

"So fast?!"

Pinghe stared wide-eyed, saying in disbelief.

"But it's nighttime!"

On the other side, Gao Daxing also wanted to show off his skills.

But in just half a minute, wherever Gao Daxing aimed, he was sniped and killed.

This left him bewildered, staring blankly at his surroundings as he drew his sword.

Wu Wanli did not reply, but instead pulled the trigger abruptly, firing the last bullet.

"boom!"

"Ding!"

The instant the gunshot rang out, the crisp click of a Garand magazine clicked.

In the distance, the last gunfire of the heavy machine gun also dimmed.

"Show your head and you're done for!"

Wu Wanli smiled slightly, pressing down on the new magazine as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Gao Daxing and the others did not perceive Wu Wanli as arrogant at all. Instead, they stared at Wu Wanli in disbelief, a sense of admiration rising in their hearts.

far away
Many American soldiers were stunned when they witnessed this situation.

"You, quickly, get on the heavy machine gun, quick!"

A U.S. military officer pointed a pistol at a U.S. soldier and roared.

"Sir, please spare me!"

"I don't want to die!"

A U.S. soldier, with a mournful face, knelt down and said.

"It's luck, luck!"

"Go!"

The U.S. officer grabbed the U.S. soldier by the collar and roared angrily.

"Sir! This is the Spear of God, the Spear of God!"

"There were already rumors circulating within the Air Force!"

"The planes have all been shot down!"

The American soldier's legs went limp, and he spoke as if his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

"The Spear of God..."

The U.S. officer muttered to himself, glancing at the other soldiers.

All the other soldiers were holding their guns high above their heads, firing haphazardly, and dared not show their faces.

"Telegram to Colonel Püller."

"The Chinese army's offensive is fierce, and we lack fire support."

"To preserve military strength, we had no choice but to retreat!"

The U.S. military officer sighed and gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing that it was time to retreat, the communications soldier's eyes lit up and he shouted.

……

Steel Seventh Company
"Company commander, the American devils are retreating!"

"Let's just forget about the shelling!"

"I'll lead the artillery platoon and charge straight to their command post in one fell swoop!"

Yu Congrong pointed into the distance and said excitedly.

"Don't get carried away!"

"The attack proceeded as planned."

"Fire immediately after closing the distance; destroy their command center first!"

"Come at me!"

Wu Qianli shook his head and gave a loud order.

"kill!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company pressed forward towards the rear of the American forces.

……

1st Marine Regiment, Western Temporary Command Post

“Sir.”

"Urgent report from the front! Our main force has been..."

The regimental chief of staff, trembling, held the battle report and spoke, his face deathly pale. "Speak!"

Puller frowned and shouted with overwhelming force.

"Sir, the main force has been defeated and is retreating..."

"It's not safe here anymore, let's go."

The regimental chief of staff sighed.

"what?!"

"No matter how formidable that Chinese army company is, after so many battles, how many men will be left?"

"They were actually repelled?"

"A bunch of idiots!"

Commander Puller roared.

"Sir, we have no chance anymore."

"Maybe we really can't beat the Chinese."

The regimental chief of staff said dejectedly.

"retreat?"

"And then live the rest of your life with that shame?!"

"impossible……"

"I have always believed in the words of Frederick II, King of Prussia!"

"A soldier's duty is to obey orders!"

"To be victorious is an honor!"

Commander Puller clenched his fist and said sharply.

"But……"

Seeing this, the regimental chief of staff wanted to continue persuading him.

"My grandfather had already shed blood for America in the Civil War..."

"And during World War II, I wiped out a large number of those damned Japanese!"

"You want me to back down in front of these Chinese people? You might as well kill me!"

"Old John! Old George!"

After Commander Peller finished speaking, he ignored him and turned around to shout outside.

"Sir!"

Two bearded white U.S. Army veterans walked in.

"Tell the old comrades in the guard platoon to prepare for battle!"

"Commander Pule shouted."

"Yes, sir!"

The two American veterans responded in unison.

"Oh, right, leave one class behind."

"Protect our Chief of Staff."

Commander Puller turned his head and sneered, then picked up a submachine gun and charged into the swirling snow.

"He really is still that proud Plutsky..."

"I'm such a terrible officer..."

The regimental chief of staff came out, watched Puller's figure disappear into the distance, and said with remorse.

"Sir, do we need to move?"

A U.S. military staff officer, listening to the distant gunfire, asked tremblingly.

"They are all heroes of America."

"How can we retreat..."

The regimental chief of staff gave a bitter smile and said.

……

Xiaogaoling, battlefield on the hillside
"Lei Gong, we've advanced five hundred meters!"

"Fry it up really hard, and I'll guarantee you can eat canned beef every day after that!"

Wu Qianli looked at the US military command flag in the distance and shouted.

"I'm tired of the beef stew. Company Commander, just give me half a pound of the sweet potato stew you brought from China!"

Lei Gong said this while personally adjusting a mortar.

"I'll give you the whole pound!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianli immediately agreed.

"dinner time!"

After Lei Gong finished calibration, he put a mortar shell into the breech and shouted.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After a series of muffled artillery shots, shells rained down on the location of the US temporary command post.

At that moment, the US Army Chief of Staff was still thinking about what had just happened, cursing inwardly, "I deserve to die!"

In an instant, shells exploded all around him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless shells exploded in succession, and the American flag was blown off its flagpole and thrown high into the air.

Under two rounds of artillery fire, the US command post was also engulfed in flames, making it almost impossible to leave any survivors!
On the battlefield

All the American soldiers stared wide-eyed in shock at the command post behind them.

It can be said that their ability to persevere to this day is largely due to their faith in the hero, Puller.

Now, the morale of the US military has plummeted to rock bottom, and there are even signs of a rout.

"Guys, I'm here!"

"We are proud American soldiers!"

"Kill those who retreat!"

Seeing this situation, Puller had no choice but to risk shouting to boost morale.

However, what he didn't know was that Wu Wanli's aiming crosshairs were once again aimed at him.

"That rank, colonel? A big fish!"

"Killing him would be a waste..."

With his night vision and 16x scope, Wu Wanli quickly spotted the rank insignia on Puller's shoulder.

So he slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun before suddenly pulling the trigger.

"boom!"

A bullet was fired and instantly struck Puller in the leg.

"what!"

Puller, in pain, immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Sir!"

Upon seeing this, a U.S. Army major immediately tried to help him up.

"boom!"

Another shot rang out, and the U.S. lieutenant fell right in front of Puller.

Seeing this, the morale that the US military had just begun to rise was completely extinguished.

far away
"good chance!"

"Let's take them down in one fell swoop!"

Upon seeing this, Wu Wanli picked up his bayonet and charged towards the American troops.

"Comrades of the Seventh Steel Company, charge!"

Wu Qianli picked up his bayonet, followed Wu Wanli's steps, and charged towards the American troops.

"kill!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company rose to their feet and launched their final assault.

Soon, the Seventh Steel Company clashed violently with the American troops.

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company stabbed the American soldiers like a massacre, and their bodies were soon stained red with the blood of the American soldiers.

Wu Wanli, Wu Qianli, and Yu Congrong remain the sharpest blade in close combat, cutting to the deepest depths.

However, this time Wu Wanli did not focus on killing the enemy, but instead frantically pressed towards Pule's position.

Wherever they went, they left behind a trail of American corpses and blood.

Finally, he reached Puller's side.

"Protect the leader!"

At this moment, old John shouted and together with old George, they raised their bayonets and charged toward Wu Wanli.

"Pong!"

Wu Wanli concentrated all his strength into one point and knocked away the bayonets of the two men.

"puff!"

With the sound of a bayonet piercing flesh, Old John's chest was instantly pierced by Wu Wanli's bayonet, and his heart suffered a fatal blow.

At the same time, Wu Qianli also raised his bayonet, about to take care of Old George on the other side.

"NO!"

Puller, clutching his injured leg, threw himself on old George to protect him.

"Company Commander, wait!"

"That American devil is a big fish!"

Mei Sheng, who happened to be nearby, saw this and quickly reminded him.

"This military uniform, indeed..."

Unable to control his strength, Wu Qianli had no choice but to plunge his bayonet into the snow beside him, and said helplessly.

"Colonel, are you willing to surrender and cooperate with us?"

After confirming Eyepler's rank, Mei Sheng quickly asked.

"surrender?"

Puller looked around at the battlefield with resentment.

Countless American soldiers were being slaughtered in a one-sided massacre, and some even laid down their weapons and ran down the mountain.

"Instructor, why are we being so polite with him?"

"Even if you don't kill him, wouldn't it be better to kill the scum next to him first?!"

Upon seeing this, Yu Congrong kicked Puller away and was about to stab old George to death.

Seeing this, old George quickly rolled over, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

"I surrender, I surrender!"

"Damn it, this is the wrong war..."

Puller's eyes were slightly red as he knelt down and spoke.

At this moment, Wu Wanli stared at Pule expressionlessly, completely unaware of what was happening.

He didn't just capture an ordinary regimental commander of the 1st Marine Regiment, but a future U.S. lieutenant general...

(End of this chapter)