Starting from 1950

The sky was bright.

In Gun-ri, at the 2nd Infantry Division command post, Division Commander Lawrence stared at the map on the table with bloodshot eyes.

He and his troops have been on this battlefield for four months.

The five-star general promised everyone that once they reached the riverbank, they would all be able to go home.

At first, they headed north with unstoppable momentum, and everyone thought they would soon be able to take a boat home.

Unexpectedly, everyone was stunned when the troops of that backward superpower joined the battlefield.

Their weapons were so outdated, their clothes were patched, and even their military rations were made of flour that their dog wouldn't eat.

Yet this very unit managed to force them into a series of defeats.

The defensive line was repeatedly contracted, even retreating 300 kilometers.

More than twenty days ago, that five-star general spoke again.

The reason for the previous statement was a misjudgment; they thought the troops coming from the other side of the river numbered only 3 to 4.

This underestimation of the enemy led to temporary difficulties.

But with the US's planes, tanks, and strong logistical support, they will surely be able to end this damned war before Christmas.

Most officers and soldiers believed it again, after all, the one who said it was the god of war in their hearts.

For the first half month, the battle situation was indeed as the five-star general had said. Faced with the powerful Beacon Army soldiers when they got serious, those beggar troops who couldn't even get a hot meal were indeed chased all the way north.

But what's going on now?

Suddenly, the other side launched a counterattack!

They're getting fiercer and fiercer as they fight!

As the commander of the 2nd Infantry Division, he could only flee like a stray dog ​​with his brothers.

Now, forget about going back for Christmas; he might even lose his life here.

"General! The brigade commander of the Turkish Chicken Brigade wants to see you!" the adjutant whispered to Lawrence.

"What's he doing here?"

Lawrence looked disgusted. They hadn't set up camp in Junuri until late yesterday, and then the Turkish brigade arrived in the middle of the night.

Lawrence was startled, thinking that the refugee troops had caught up with them.

Later I learned that the Tuji Brigade had been defeated at Gari Ridge.

"General, they want to retreat with us," the adjutant said.

"Retreat? On what grounds!"

Lawrence raised his voice: "Tell him I won't see him, and I won't allow them to leave."

He paused, then felt that saying it was too inhumane, and said, "How about this, let them wait here until noon, then we'll leave."

The adjutant hesitated, then finally sighed and said, "And what about us?"

Without hesitation, Lawrence replied, "Of course, we should prepare to retreat immediately... no, we should march towards Sansuoli!"

"Yes, Sir!"

......

A high ground north of Junyu-ri.

Su Yang stood next to Luo Pojun and Division Commander Zhai, among other officers. Not far in front of them, four cannons had already been set up.

He originally wanted to join the battle, but Commander Zhai and others felt that his reconnaissance team with Xiaoyu was too important and didn't want him to take the risk.

The officers observed through binoculars as the scouts took down the enemy sentries, and the main force was dividing into combat units, forming a semi-encirclement of the entire Junuri.

"The enemy has really become like stray dogs. Even the sentries are distracted. They let us get so close in broad daylight without even noticing," Commander Zhai said to the group with a smile.

"Good thing they didn't notice! Now they're trapped!" Luo Pojun laughed.

"That's about enough. If we get any closer, they'll definitely spot us," the political commissar of the 114th Division warned.

"Alright, let the artillery fire!" Commander Zhai said seriously, his smile fading.

"fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Four deafening cannon shots rang out, and four explosions also erupted at the enemy camp in Junyu-ri not far away.

These four cannons were captured from the enemy at Gari Ridge, and now the shells are falling on the enemy's own heads, becoming their death knell.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The violent explosions rang out almost simultaneously! Half of the brick and stone building collapsed instantly, sending up huge plumes of smoke and fire.

One of the shells appeared to have hit the enemy's ammunition depot, triggering a chain reaction of explosions.

A series of even more violent explosions turned the area into a sea of ​​fire, with orange flames swirling and engulfing nearby trucks and tents, illuminating the somewhat gloomy sky.

The screams and cries of terror could be faintly heard, and the entire Junuri camp was in an uproar, like a hornet's nest that had been poked open!

"Charge—!"

"Comrades! For the motherland! For the people! Attack—!"

The sound of cannons was the signal to attack, followed by loud slogans that rose from all directions like a mountain roar and a tsunami!

The soldiers, who had been lying in wait at extremely close range, leaped out from the snowdrifts, ravines, and forests like cheetahs that had been poised for a long time!

To the north, the 1st Battalion of the 352nd Regiment, as the main attacking force, had its battalion commander personally leading the charge with a machine gun captured from Yelangyu. He was firing and suppressing the enemy soldiers who were hastily raising their guns in the chaos, while roaring and leading his soldiers to rush towards the collapsed brick and stone buildings.

"Third Company! Flank from the left! Don't let those bastards sneak into the house! Second Company! Cover fire! Suppress that foxhole on the right!"

To the east, the main force of the 341st Regiment of the 114th Division surged toward the destroyed ammunition depot like a tidal wave, using the chaos and firelight caused by the explosion as cover to advance rapidly.

The soldiers worked in groups of three, taking turns providing cover, and rained grenades down on any corner where there was any sign of resistance.

Explosions, the "bang bang" of M1 rifles, and the "rat-a-tat-tat" of Thompson submachine guns mingled together, amidst smoke, dust, and blood mist.

To the west, a mixed attack group composed of the 352nd Regiment and the remaining forces of the 114th Division was targeting machine gun positions.

They faced the fiercest resistance, with some soldiers who managed to react using the broken fortifications and truck wreckage to fight back. Bullets whizzed past their ears, striking the frozen ground and debris, sending up shards of dust.

Overall, due to the element of surprise, our army overwhelmingly dominated the enemy.

On the northern highlands, Su Yang looked on with envy at the bustling scene in the distance.

This is all based on experience!

Just then, Xiaoyu fell from the sky.

Su Yang's expression changed slightly. After pretending to talk with Xiao Yu for a while, he said urgently, "Commenders, the 113th Division has already occupied Sansuoli before the enemy's 1st Cavalry Division, but... the enemy's main force arrived shortly after, and the two sides have already clashed!"

All the cadres' expressions turned serious.

The 1st Cavalry Division is the enemy's elite unit; our 39th Army defeated them at Unsan just over twenty days ago.

However, they only annihilated a little over a thousand enemy soldiers, while the 1st Cavalry Division had a full strength of over 16,000 men!

Although that attack hurt the 1st Cavalry Division badly, it was far from causing serious damage.

The opposing team, being the ace of ace, has over 200 tanks and armored vehicles alone!

There are countless other helicopters, rocket launchers, and howitzers.

How long could the 113th Division, a weary force, hold out against such an enemy?