Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 98: Unleashing the momentum of ten times the troop strength!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Wu Wanli's Garand rifle roared twice, and in the instant the muzzle flashed, the scalding bullets left the barrel.

Two tracer rounds, trailing flames of burning magnesium powder at temperatures of several hundred degrees Celsius, struck the warhead of a rocket directly.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two rocket explosions rang out, deafening like thunderbolts.

The two American soldiers carrying rocket launchers were instantly torn apart by shrapnel, their bodies reduced to pieces.

Five other American soldiers nearby were also engulfed by the flames and debris of the explosion, lying on the ground covered in blood and gore.

In an instant, the five surviving American soldiers stared blankly at the sudden explosion, their eyes filled with shock.

"Don't panic, the rocket has exploded!"

"Fire en masse! Don't let him escape!"

"Kill him, and you'll be American heroes, both famous and wealthy!"

Upon seeing this, the U.S. Army lieutenant exclaimed in alarm.

The reason given for the barrel explosion was much more acceptable to the US military than the explanation that a sniper could instantly kill the rocket with two precise shots and detonate it.

Enticed by the hefty reward, the remaining five American soldiers gritted their teeth, poked their heads out, and began firing wildly into the smoke in the night.

"Da da da!"

"Bang! Bang..."

In an instant, a dense barrage of bullets flew toward the boulder where Wu Wanli was, creating a flurry of dust and sand.

"Let the bullets fly for a while..."

Wu Wanli fixed his bayonet in advance and murmured to himself.

Soon, the American soldier ran out of bullets and was about to put away his weapon and retreat to his cover.

At this moment, Wu Wanli, with his superhuman agility boost, rushed out of cover like a cheetah and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

During the frantic run, the gun barrel jerked violently up and down, firing three bullets.

Two American soldiers were unable to dodge in time and were shot and fell down.

One of the American soldiers was quick enough to avoid being hit in the shoulder by a bullet, and he screamed in agony.

The last bullet only managed to hit the barrel of a US soldier's recoiled rifle, and his hand suddenly stung from the force of the impact.

"What?!"

As the U.S. Army lieutenant watched this scene, a sense of fear of death immediately overwhelmed him.

"The Spear of God, he is definitely the Spear of God!!!"

A U.S. soldier, pale-faced and terrified, roared.

Keep in mind, this is nighttime! A nighttime night with snow falling heavily!
Amidst the jolting of Wu Wanli's rapid sprint, he fired several shots in an instant at the American troops in the darkness!
In an era when modern rifles had only recently been invented, a marksman like Wu Wanli could have easily slaughtered an enemy force nearly a hundred times larger than his own!

It is only now that machine guns, tanks, and cannons have greatly limited his combat power.

"Sir, I'm not fighting anymore!"

After a moment's hesitation, an American soldier dropped his gun, crawled out, and prepared to surrender.

However, before he could raise his hand, he saw a blur of motion rapidly approaching.

In an instant, a gleaming bayonet pierced his chest and was pulled out sharply, a smear of blood instantly staining the snow beneath the feet of another American soldier.

"Shit! It's too late to surrender..."

The American soldier stared resentfully at the bloody hole in his chest, his vision blurring as he collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, another American soldier paused for a second in surprise, then quickly raised his submachine gun to fire.

At such close range, even a second of stunned silence can be fatal!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Wanli closed the distance in two steps, grabbed the submachine gun with his left hand, pulled it down sharply, and aimed the muzzle at the wounded American soldier who had just been shot in the shoulder.

"Da da da!"

The submachine gun instantly fired several bullets, killing the wounded American soldiers on the ground.

"boom!"

Wu Wanli drew his pistol from his waist without hesitation and shot the American soldier in front of him dead. He then quickly aimed at the American lieutenant not far away.

At that moment, the startled U.S. lieutenant had just drawn his pistol, and with the muzzle only halfway up, he could already see Wu Wanli's dark gun barrel.

"pat-"

Upon seeing this, the U.S. lieutenant calmly threw his pistol to the ground and shakily pulled out a cigarette.

"Sorry, I don't want prisoners."

Wu Wanli coldly uttered a sentence.

"I just want one bite, please, Mr. China."

The U.S. lieutenant took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

He swore it was the most satisfying cigarette he'd ever smoked in his life.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, and a bullet pierced through the drifting smoke and snow, striking the U.S. lieutenant squarely in the head.

Thus, two American squads were completely wiped out by Wu Wanli alone!
"call--"

Wu Wanli breathed a sigh of relief and quickly began collecting ammunition and grenades from the pile of corpses.

After finishing all that, he leaned against a natural shelter, took out the candy from the American soldier's pocket, and put it in his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly regaining his strength and trying to adjust his breathing rhythm.

For a sharpshooter, breathing is also an important factor affecting sniping.

But soon, the new American force, having clearly heard the gunfire, began to approach Wu Wanli's direction.

Wu Wanli also sensed the approaching American forces through battlefield threat sensing, and quickly opened his eyes to aim and observe them in the distance.

With the aid of night vision and a 16x scope, Wu Wanli quickly located the new American forces.

"Damn! There must be a whole platoon of them!"

"My brother isn't sending reinforcements... He's using me as a one-man army!"

Wu Wanli shook his head, both amused and exasperated, but his eyes showed no fear as he picked up the light machine gun he had just captured.

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U.S. Army platoon flank and rear, concealed position
"Platoon leader, there's been intense gunfire just now over there!"

"But there's no sound now, could it be..."

A deputy platoon leader of a reconnaissance platoon said, his eyes flashing with worry.

"No way, how could Wanli be defeated so easily!"

"I'd rather believe that he annihilated the first wave of American troops!"

Pinghe shook his head firmly, his gaze full of trust.

"Platoon leader, even if Wanli really wipes out the first batch of American soldiers, he might also be wounded."

"Now that platoon of American soldiers is closing in on him, and Comrade Wu Wanli is all alone... It's very dangerous!"

The deputy platoon leader sighed and said.

"Didn't we send someone to ask for reinforcements?"

"Your estimation skills are the best in the group. Do you think they can arrive on time?"

Pinghe asked.

"At this distance, there's almost no hope."

"But we brought three light machine guns, plus two Thompsons and two Garands. Our firepower is not weak, so we might as well give it a shot!"

The deputy platoon leader paused for a moment before speaking.

"The firepower is indeed impressive, but the manpower is too small. We must launch a surprise attack at the most critical moment to maximize our combat effectiveness!"

Pinghe calmly considered for a moment and then spoke.

"Then we can only have Comrade Wu Wanli hold off the American troops from the front for a while, and then we can slowly get closer and then use our firepower to sweep the American troops' backs!"

"Maybe we can defeat these American troops!"

"That's what the deputy platoon leader said."

"Alright! Let's take a gamble!"

"Slowly approach me, get close, and then strike!"

Pinghe nodded emphatically and gave the order in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon immediately nodded.

Soon, Pinghe led a few people toward Wu Wanli's direction.

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US Army Platoon
"Sir, the shooting has stopped, but the first batch of men haven't come to join us."

"Could it be..."

"A U.S. Army sergeant asked with concern."

"Shit!"

"What are you thinking?"

"That's two squads of guys, twenty or thirty soldiers!"

The U.S. lieutenant felt a pang of fear and quickly masked his panic with a roar.

If that Chinese sharpshooter could outmaneuver two squads of American soldiers with his marksmanship, it meant he himself could be shot dead at any moment. "Perhaps they have too many wounded and can't come over?"

The U.S. Army sergeant sighed and guessed.

"As long as we take out that Chinese sniper..."

"Tell the soldiers to be careful and slowly advance to assess the situation!"

The U.S. lieutenant thought for a moment and then gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the U.S. Army sergeant immediately went down to relay the message.

Soon, the American troops slowly advanced forward, but they were very nervous.

Along the way, they saw several American soldiers' bodies lying on the snow.

Moreover, without exception, they were all shot between the eyebrows, which shows just how terrifying their enemies' marksmanship was.

As they followed the trail of the battle and slowly approached the boulder where Wu Wanli was, a mournful cry suddenly rang out.

"Help me!"

"Help me!!!"

Wu Wanli, hiding behind a boulder, pretended to be a wounded American soldier and shouted loudly in English.

The system previously rewarded him with an English proficiency level of 8 and a pure American accent, making him sound like a native American the moment he opened his mouth!

Sure enough, as soon as the voice came out, almost all the American soldiers believed Wu Wanli.

Upon seeing this, the U.S. Army sergeant at the front immediately reported the situation to the U.S. Army lieutenant.

"Injured?"

"Approach carefully, and ask about the situation while you're at it."

The U.S. lieutenant frowned, a hint of doubt rising in his mind.

The reason for the suspicion was that Wu Wanli's marksmanship was too good; every shot was a headshot, and it was extremely rare for him to be wounded.

"Buddy, we're here to rescue you, don't panic!"

"What is the current battle situation? Can you tell us?"

The U.S. Army sergeant stood at the front of the line and asked loudly.

"Damn Chinese snipers wiped us out. I only survived by faking my death!"

"Help! I can't hold on much longer..."

As Wu Wanli spoke, his urgent voice gradually turned weak.

US Army Platoon
"Sir, we have to save him as soon as possible, or he's going to die."

The U.S. Army sergeant reminded him.

"Playing dead... okay, a Chinese sniper really doesn't have time to finish off everyone one by one."

"What a pity, he got away."

The U.S. lieutenant thought about it and ultimately believed the result.

Most importantly, no American soldier would have expected that Wu Wanli could speak such standard American English.

And he even dared to expose his position and ambush a main US platoon all by himself!

Soon, the unsuspecting American troops approached Wu Wanli.

However, when they were within 30 or 40 meters of the boulder, two small black dots emitting white smoke suddenly flew towards them.

At the same time, Wu Wanli, holding a light machine gun, began firing wildly at the American troops who were very close by.

"Da da da da da da da da..."

"Boom! Boom!"

The burst of bullets and the airburst of two grenades occurred almost simultaneously.

The intense flames, mixed with powerful shrapnel, instantly claimed the lives of seven or eight American soldiers.

The machine gun bullets, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, swept away American troops like wheat being harvested.

In a very short time, the American front-line soldiers, caught off guard, were almost completely wiped out.

Of the platoon of American soldiers, only about thirty remained.

"Fuck you!"

"We've been tricked, counterattack!"

The U.S. lieutenant fell to the ground, roaring angrily.

The other American soldiers were also surprised to be outmaneuvered by Wu Wanli, and they angrily opened fire on the boulder where Wu Wanli was.

"Da da da da da da..."

Countless bullets struck the boulder where Wu Wanli stood, and countless small stones were shattered, hitting Wu Wanli's head and causing a slight pain.

"With this level of firepower blocking him out, he has absolutely no chance to show himself!"

"First squad, throw grenades to cover him! He's dead!"

The U.S. lieutenant immediately sensed the opportunity and shouted.

"Yes, sir!"

The American soldiers in the squad responded one after another, took out the grenades hanging on their chests, pulled the pins, and were about to throw them.

At this critical moment, Pinghe led his soldiers to leap up and unleash a barrage of fire at the American soldiers' backs.

"Da da da da da da da da..."

Two machine guns and two submachine guns focused their fire on the American soldiers carrying grenades, and the dense barrage completely covered these unsuspecting Americans.

"Puff puff……"

Bullets struck the flesh and blood of American soldiers, spraying out countless plumes of blood.

The grenades they were just about to throw fell limply to the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With a series of explosions, fire and smoke immediately enveloped the main force of the US platoon.

In the sudden burst of gunfire and explosions, more than a dozen American soldiers fell.

"We've been ambushed! There's someone behind us..."

The U.S. lieutenant shouted a reminder, intending to continue organizing a final resistance.

"Da da da!"

Wu Wanli lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly and fired a burst.

The U.S. lieutenant was shot instantly and collapsed, unable to move.

The U.S. military suffered two consecutive blows and lost command, instantly becoming like headless flies in a panic, almost losing the ability to resist.

Before long, the remaining dozen or so American soldiers were also wiped out.

"Wanli!"

"Are you OK……"

Pinghe ran towards Wu Wanli with concern, his eyes scanning Wu Wanli's body for any wounds.

"These American devils think they can kill me? Don't even dream about it!"

Wu Wanli smiled and said.

"As long as it's okay..."

Pinghe breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes sparkling with relief as he spoke.

"thank you all."

"You still dared to come and rescue me in such a dangerous situation..."

Looking at the exhausted soldiers, Wu Wanli was moved.

"Hahaha……"

"The Seventh Steel Company will never abandon any comrade-in-arms!"

"You yourself personally taught this to the Seventh Company..."

Pinghe smiled slightly and spoke slowly.

"Let's go back to our position up there. We need to send a message immediately."

Wu Wanli suddenly thought of something and said.

"Send a telegram?"

Pinghe did not understand.

"Yes, I reckon the company commander and his men are almost done looting the howitzers on the hilltop."

"Immediately telegraph your superiors to arrange for nearby harassment units to merge into one force and advance into the American positions under the cover of our artillery fire."

"I promised the commander that even without adding more guns or men, we must fight with the momentum of ten times our strength!"

After saying this with an air of dominance, Wu Wanli headed up the mountain.

"You promised, beat them hard!"

"Comrades, keep up!"

Pinghe's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded in agreement.

"Yes!"

The soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon quickly agreed, and their gazes toward Wu Wanli held an even greater sense of admiration.

(End of this chapter)