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

When the U.S. reinforcements and bombers rushed to the scene, all that remained was a burning ruin and corpses scattered everywhere.

That Chinese army, which seemed to descend from the heavens like divine warriors, had long since vanished into the vast forests and snow-covered plains, leaving not a single footprint behind.

That night, the Wenjing well trembled!

When the U.S. forces in Korea received the battle report, MacArthur looked at the heavy artillery battalion that had been completely wiped out in the report, and for the first time, shock and disbelief appeared on his arrogant face.

This is just a small glimpse into the first phase of the Korean War.

Over the next two months.

Lin Yang's Special Mountain Independent Division became a nightmare for the US military.

In November, the second battle began.

Temperatures plummeted to below minus thirty degrees Celsius, and heavy snow blocked the mountain passes. The Volunteer Army faced extreme logistical difficulties, with many soldiers forced to eat potatoes frozen solid.

But Lin Yang's troops did not go hungry.

Because Lin Yang led them to not only seize American positions, but also American warehouses!

On the eve of the famous Battle of Sansoli.

Lin Yang keenly sensed the U.S. 2nd Infantry Division's intention to flee south. Without waiting for orders from headquarters, he led two regiments on an extremely brutal forced march.

In a snowy night with temperatures below -30 degrees Celsius, I raced 70 kilometers in one night!

They managed to block the deadly canyon passage ahead of the US mechanized forces.

When the massive American tank and armored vehicle convoy entered the canyon, they were not greeted by an unobstructed road, but by a death trap that Lin Yang had already laid.

Lin Yang personally picked up a bazooka rocket launcher that he had captured from the US military.

He stood firmly on a protruding rock, unmoved by the whistling machine gun bullets flying past him.

"boom!"

A rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, struck the lead M26 Pershing tank with pinpoint accuracy. The tank's tracks were blown off, rendering it immobile on the narrow road and instantly blocking the entire convoy's path.

"Give it a good beating!"

On both sides of the cliff, machine guns, mortars and grenades from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army poured down like a torrential rain.

U.S. aircraft frantically dropped napalm bombs, turning the hilltop into an inferno.

But not a single one of Lin Yang's soldiers retreated. Their bodies caught fire, and they leaped off the cliff with explosives, perishing alongside the American tanks!

In this battle, He Yuzhu held a captured Browning light machine gun, firing until the barrel was red-hot. His face was covered in gunpowder and the blood of his comrades, and the fear in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a murderous intent like that of a raging lion.

This ambush lasted for a full day and night.

The U.S. 2nd Infantry Division suffered a devastating blow.

They fled in disarray, leaving behind countless corpses and hundreds of burned tanks and cars.

And at this moment,

When Li Yunlong's main force arrived,

Looking at the hellish scene in the canyon, and at Lin Yang's special forces, who were exhausted but full of killing intent.

Even this battle-hardened army commander couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Yoko...you fucking genius at warfare."

Li Yunlong rubbed his hands together excitedly as he looked at the American military equipment scattered all over the ground.

Lin Yang stood on the charred wreckage of a tank, looking at the still smoke-filled sky in the south.

The cold wind blew his worn-out military overcoat.

"Old Li, this is just the beginning."

Lin Yang's eyes flashed with a sharpness that would chill the entire world to the bone.

I will let MacArthur know.

This land is a forbidden zone they can never cross!

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Winter of 1950, Changjin Lake.

The temperature has dropped to an appalling minus forty degrees Celsius.

A fierce wind whipped up snowflakes as large as goose feathers, raging wildly among the desolate mountains. This wind was like countless sharp steel knives, mercilessly slicing through all life on this land.

Lin Yang led the elite assault team of the Special Mountain Independent Division, and had been traversing through this inhumanly cold environment for three days and three nights.

Their objective was to cut off the retreat of the elite 1st Marine Division, which was fleeing south in a frantic retreat.

"Commander, the high ground ahead leads to the Watergate Bridge. If we hold that position, the American devils won't be able to escape!"

He Yuzhu lay prone in the snowdrift, his lips frozen purple, his eyebrows and eyelashes covered in a thick layer of frost. As he spoke, he breathed warm air into his hands, trying to restore some warmth to his fingers, which were almost numb.

Lin Yang lay down next to He Yuzhu, holding up the high-powered binoculars he had captured from the US military, and carefully observed the snow-covered mountain in front of them.

The hilltop was quiet.

There were no gunshots, no flashes of light, not even a trace of human presence.

"Something's not right." Lin Yang frowned, lowering his binoculars. "According to headquarters' plans, the 9th Army Corps should have already infiltrated this hill to hold off the enemy. The retreating American troops are about to arrive, so why is there no movement on the position?"

A strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in Lin Yang's heart.

He knew the discipline of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers all too well. Even if they froze or starved to death, they would never abandon their positions.

"Let's go! Let's touch it and take a look!"

With a wave of his hand, Lin Yang picked up the PPSh submachine gun and, like a white wolf stalking through the snow, silently crept towards the high ground.

He Yuzhu and dozens of assault team members followed closely behind.

The closer you get to the position, the more intense the feeling of deathly silence becomes, so intense that it sends chills down your spine.

The moment Lin Yang crossed the last snow ridge and stepped onto the high ground position.

He was as if struck by lightning, instantly freezing in place.

He Yuzhu and the soldiers who followed were all frozen in place, staring blankly at the scene before them.

In the wind and snow.

In the trenches, rows of volunteer soldiers, dressed in thin clothing, lay prone.

Some of them gripped rifles, their muzzles pointed intently at the road below; others held wooden-handled grenades, poised to throw them; still others lay prone in front of heavy machine guns, their eyes wide open, glaring angrily ahead.

An entire company-sized organization.

More than one hundred soldiers.

Not a single person backed down, and not a single person fell.

But they were all no longer breathing.

They were frozen solid into ice sculptures by the extreme cold of minus forty degrees Celsius!

A thick layer of ice covered everyone's face. Their thin rubber boots were cracked from the cold, revealing their purple toes. But their hands, gripping their guns, were as hard as iron, pressed firmly against the triggers, impossible to pry open.

What a soul-stirring tragedy!

He Yuzhu's tears welled up instantly, and the scalding tears froze into ice beads on his cheeks as soon as they flowed out.

He stepped forward, his hand trembling, and reached out to touch a young soldier who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a childlike face.

"Don't touch it!"

Lin Yang whispered a warning to stop him, his voice terribly hoarse.