Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Comrades.

Lin Yang spread out a captured US military map of the Korean Peninsula.

"We are now deep behind enemy lines. According to intelligence from headquarters, the US mechanized infantry divisions and several South Korean divisions are advancing northward at a frenzied pace. They are extremely arrogant, believing that we would never dare to cross the river to participate in the battle."

Lin Yang's lips curled into a cruel sneer.

"Arrogance leads to defeat. This is our best chance."

Lin Yang took a red and blue pencil and drew a heavy circle on the map around a region called "Wenjing".

"This is a key transportation hub on the enemy's advance route. Stationed here are a main force regiment of the South Korean puppet army and a heavy artillery battalion of the US military."

"The American heavy artillery poses a huge threat to our main force. Commander Li Yunlong's troops are about to launch a frontal assault, and we must wipe out this heavy artillery battalion before they engage in combat!"

Brigade Commander Zhao Tie rubbed his hands together excitedly and said, "Division Commander, give the order! I'll lead the brigade up there and I guarantee we'll blow all those American devils' artillery barrels into pretzels!"

Lin Yang shook his head, his gaze deep.

"No. We can't use conventional assault tactics against a heavy artillery battalion. The American defenses are very tight, and once we engage, their air support will arrive within twenty minutes. By then, we will not only fail to destroy the artillery, but we will also suffer heavy casualties."

"Political Commissar Shen." Lin Yang turned to look at Shen Jian.

Shen Jian pushed up his glasses and took out a piece of intelligence that he had just deciphered.

"Commander, according to radio intercepts, the American heavy artillery battalion receives a convoy of ammunition from the south every day at 2:00 AM. Their vigilance is relatively lax at that time because they believe the rear is absolutely safe."

"very good."

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Lin Yang's eyes.

"Wang Meng, Sun Cheng, each of you take an elite battalion and, at 1:00 AM, infiltrate the hillsides on either side of the heavy artillery battalion. Bring plenty of demolition charges and explosive packs."

"Zhao Tie, you take a battalion and ambush the American supply convoy on their likely route. Don't shoot the front of the trucks, go straight for the last tanker truck!"

Lin Yang stood up, drew his military dagger from his waist, and stabbed it hard into the map.

"Once the tanker explodes, the American artillery battalion's attention will definitely be drawn. Wang Meng and Sun Cheng, seize the opportunity to break into the position. Don't get entangled with them; quickly stuff the explosive charges into their gun barrels and destroy the ammunition depot!"

"Strike once and retreat immediately, never linger in battle! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the three brigade commanders roared in unison, their eyes burning with fervent fighting spirit.

In late October 1950, on a freezing night.

Northern North Korea, on the outskirts of the Onjeong area.

The cold wind was howling, and the temperature had dropped to minus twenty degrees Celsius.

On the U.S. heavy artillery battalion's position, searchlights swept back and forth. The American soldiers, clad in thick winter gear, huddled around fireplaces, drinking hot coffee and complaining about the damn weather. To them, the war was nothing more than a lighthearted armed parade.

On a hillside less than 500 meters from the artillery position.

Hundreds of Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers lay prone in the thick snow. Dressed in thin cotton-padded clothes, they lay motionless in the snow to avoid being detected, even suppressing their breathing to the extreme.

Lin Yang personally led a team to infiltrate the front lines.

He Yuzhu lay beside Lin Yang, his teeth chattering from the cold. His hands gripped the PPSh submachine gun tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

"Are you cold?" Lin Yang asked in a very low voice without turning around.

"It's cold... Commander, I... I'm shivering a little," He Yuzhu answered honestly.

"The cold is good." Lin Yang's gaze was fixed on the American positions below. "Turn this coldness into the ferocity you'll bring to the enemy later. Remember what I taught you: keep your gun steady and don't close your eyes."

Just then.

In the distance, two blinding headlights pierced the night sky on the highway. The U.S. military supply convoy, like a long centipede, slowly approached.

Lin Yang glanced at the luminous pocket watch on his wrist.

It was exactly 2:00 AM.

"BOOM—!!!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the distant highway!

A massive fireball soared into the sky, illuminating half the night sky as if it were daytime. It was Zhao Tie's battalion, which had precisely hit the last fuel tanker in the American supply convoy!

The violent explosion triggered a chain reaction, causing several ammunition trucks in front to explode as well, with flames shooting into the sky and screams filling the air.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The American artillery positions below were thrown into chaos. Alarms blared, and all the searchlights frantically turned towards the road. American soldiers grabbed their weapons in a panic, peering towards the direction of the explosion.

"Now! Sound the charge!" Lin Yang roared.

"Drip drip drip drip—!"

A loud and inspiring bugle call suddenly rang out across the icy wilderness of this foreign land!

The bugle call, like a death knell, instantly shattered the psychological defenses of the American troops.

"kill!"

Lin Yang leaped up like a snow leopard descending a mountain, carrying a submachine gun, and was the first to rush down the slope.

Hundreds of elite special forces soldiers, like white ghosts, took advantage of the cover of night and broke into the US artillery positions in an instant with terrifying speed.

Da da da da!

The PPSh submachine gun demonstrated terrifying firepower at close range. American soldiers who hadn't even figured out where the enemy had come from were mowed down in droves, like wheat being harvested.

He Yuzhu followed behind Lin Yang.

A tall American soldier carrying an M1 Garand rifle suddenly rushed out from behind the tent, pointing the gun at Lin Yang's back.

"Commander, watch out!"

He Yuzhu's eyes were bloodshot, his mind was blank, and he pulled the trigger purely on instinct.

"Da da da!"

A burst of bullets accurately struck the American soldier in the chest, blood splattered everywhere, and the American soldier fell to the ground with a thud.

This was the first person He Yuzhu killed. He looked at the blood on the ground, his stomach churning, but then a surge of intense heat rushed to his head.

He protected the division commander! He killed an American soldier!

"Well done, Pillar!" Lin Yang praised without turning his head, then pulled out a demolition charge and shoved it into the barrel of a 155mm howitzer.

"withdraw!"

Following Lin Yang's order, the soldiers stuffed explosive charges and demolition tubes into the barrels and ammunition boxes of every cannon, and then quickly withdrew from the position like a tide.

It took less than ten minutes in total.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Violent explosions rang out in succession on the American artillery positions. Dozens of expensive heavy artillery pieces were completely reduced to scrap metal. A massive ammunition depot exploded, leveling the entire position.