Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 87 Three shots shatter the American soul, sir, I am Chinese!
"Sir!"

"A Chinese army is advancing from the direction of Shuimen Bridge!"

A Chinese-American reconnaissance soldier named Lu Chaoran looked panicked and rushed over to shout.

"Sir!"

"A Chinese army is also approaching from the rear!"

Another white U.S. Army scout came running up, equally out of breath, shouting.

"What?!"

"Damn it! Are the British troops and the Watergate Bridge defenders all incompetent?!"

"We're surrounded from two sides!"

Captain Litishal's eyes widened, and he instantly understood his current predicament, roaring loudly.

"Sir, could it be that the Watergate Bridge has already been taken by the Chinese army...?"

A U.S. Army lieutenant asked.

"Take it?"

"Even if all the soldiers at the Watergate Bridge turned into pigs, they wouldn't be captured that quickly. How could we possibly take them down!"

"That stupid bastard Marshall only knows how to protect himself!"

"We've fallen for their trap..."

Captain Littishal sighed, finally seeing the current situation clearly.

"Sir, should we still request Commander Marshall's support...?"

The U.S. Army lieutenant paused for a moment, then asked.

"Please, add another charge against him: failing to save someone in distress."

"As for reinforcements, we can't count on them. We can only rely on ourselves to defeat these Chinese..."

"Get the guys ready for battle. The Chinese army doesn't have many heavy weapons, but at least we have a tank."

Litichar gave a bitter smile, trying to console himself.

"Yes, sir..."

Upon hearing this, the U.S. Army lieutenant responded with a hint of sadness.

Soon, all the American soldiers were ready for battle, their hearts filled with uncontrollable panic.

"Guys, after all these battles, you understand!"

"The army we are facing is not the peasant army that General MacArthur described!"

"It is not a tacticalally skilled and determined powerful army!"

"But we don't need to lose heart!"

"They lack heavy weapons, firepower, and the cover of heavy armor!"

"Look at our magnificent tanks!"

"Although... there's only one!"

Litichar pointed at the tank, then paused for two seconds, sounding a little guilty, halfway through his sentence.

The American veterans below also looked solemn, feeling even more pressure.

"But... the Chinese army doesn't have a single one!"

"If we want to survive, we must not be surrounded!"

"We must launch an attack! Attack!"

"Fight your way out before we are surrounded!"

"We are American power!"

"We possess the brave and fearless spirit of the American military!!"

"We will not be defeated!"

Litichar blushed and encouraged loudly.

"American power, American military spirit!"

"American power, American military spirit!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the American soldiers below all shouted loudly with tragic expressions.

They were indeed one of the most elite units in the US military, and perhaps they did forge a certain military spirit during World War II.

But now, military spirit only accounts for half of it.

The main reason is that everyone understands that if they don't win, they will die!

"Attack! Attack!"

"Let the Chinese people submit to our superior firepower and armor!"

Seeing that the time was right, Litichar immediately gave the order to attack.

Soon, the US Army's M4 Sherman medium tanks took the lead, followed by other US troops who formed ranks and charged towards Wu Wanli and his men.

Among them, Chinese-American soldier Lu Chaochang stood tall with his gun, eager to prove himself.

As a Chinese American, he suffered a lot of discrimination and bullying in the military.

However, he still deeply loves the "free and democratic" United States and looks down on the poor and backward China in his heart.

He even sometimes felt that the moon in America was much farther away than the moon in the Far East.

His motto is "I'd rather be an American dog than a Chinese dog."

"Opium Nation, tremble before the tanks and cannons of America!"

Lu Chaoran took a deep breath and roared with a sense of dominance.

"Rumble--"

At that moment, the roar of heavy tanks suddenly came from afar.

Lu Chaoran was slightly taken aback. He looked into the distance and his mouth dropped open. He was dumbfounded.

Three M26 Pershing heavy tanks were advancing in a triangular formation, their massive gun barrels pointed directly in their direction.

On the heavy armored vehicle, a bright red flag fluttered in the cold wind, reminding all American soldiers: This is China's armored force!

"What?"

“Is that right?”

Lu Chaoran stared wide-eyed and exclaimed in disbelief.

The other American soldiers, who had just been inspired by the "American military spirit," were also stunned.

Under the imposing presence of the M26 Pershing tank, the M4 Sherman was like a raw recruit being disciplined.

Even comparing the two cannon barrels is like comparing an eggplant to an enoki mushroom—utterly pathetic!
Captain Littishal thought he was hallucinating. He raised his binoculars and looked at the object several times before angrily smashing them to the ground.

"Fuck you!"

"Damn Marshall, you brought me Sherman Jr. and handed over Pershing to the Chinese army, didn't you!"

"I'll fuck your grandmother! Your whole family are filthy whores from the red-light district!"

Captain Littishal stared wide-eyed in disbelief and burst into a tirade of curses.

Inside the Pershing tank on the left in the distance.
"That's enough distance!"

"You little steamed bun, you dare call yourself a tank?!"

Wu Wanli aimed at the side armor of the M4 Sherman, roared, and fired a shot.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud as the shell left the barrel, a shell pierced through the falling snow and spun rapidly toward the Sherman tank.

The 90mm shell brutally penetrated the Sherman tank's side armor and went inside.

"boom!"

The moment the shell hit, a deafening explosion rang out instantly.

Under the immense impact and explosion, the Sherman was instantly ignited and detonated.

Flames shot into the sky, and in the raging fire, the once armored beast was reduced to nothing.

The American tank crew inside were blown to pieces, their blood and flesh smeared onto the steel wreckage of the tank.

Several nearby American soldiers were also engulfed in the flames of the explosion, their blood staining the snow instantly, and they were killed on the spot.

"Spread out and take cover!"

"Organize a counterattack!"

Upon seeing this, Captain Litishar immediately shouted.

Upon seeing this, the American soldiers scattered and fled.

But in the vast snowfield, where are there so many shelters?

Apart from a few American soldiers who rushed to lie down on the tank wreckage, the rest of the American soldiers could only try to disperse and rush to other flat ground.

Chinese-American soldier Lu Chaoran stumbled and fell to the ground in his panic.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three more muffled thuds came as tank shells fired at the densely packed American troops.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of thunderous explosions rang out, and bursts of fire erupted brilliantly among the American troops.

The raging flames, carrying shrapnel with immense potential energy, brutally reaped the lives of American soldiers.

One of the American soldiers was blown in half at the waist, his entire upper body thrown high into the air and crashing directly in front of Lü Chaoran.

"Help me!"

"Help, me..."

The American soldier, now only his upper body, struggled to crawl toward Lü Chaoran, his cries for help growing weaker and weaker until he finally collapsed helplessly in front of him.

"What?"

"Is this the true strength of the Chinese military?!"

"I've been scammed, I've been scammed..."

Lu Chaoran had no intention of firing a shot. His eyes were vacant as he stared at the majestic tanks of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army in the distance, muttering as if his faith had collapsed.

His prized American armored vehicles were destroyed by a single shot from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

These soldiers, who had recently been chanting the American military spirit, didn't even leave behind a complete corpse. It wasn't just Lü Chaoran; almost the entire American military was stunned.

far away
"Instructor, we've bombed enough, let's attack!"

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, where flames and thick smoke intertwined, Wu Wanli offered his suggestion.

"Okay!"

"Let's try out the feeling of armored crushing!"

"Press the line and wipe out these American devils!"

From inside the other tank, Mayson gave the order via radio.

"Happy!"

"Wanli, this iron turtle is really useful!"

Yu Congrong grinned widely and drove the tank forward at a faster pace.

Soon, three tanks approached the American troops in a triangular formation.

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company followed behind, advancing calmly under the cover of their armor.

The US troops had just finished setting up their machine guns and opened fire without regard for anything else.

"Da da da da da..."

Accompanied by a barrage of gunfire, a large number of bullets rained down on the Steel Seventh Company's formation.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The bullets struck the Pershing's thick armor, sparking a few sparks, but leaving only dents.

"Are you done shooting? It's our turn!"

At this moment, Gao Daxing opened the tank's upper hatch, picked up the 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, and fired at the American troops.

At the same time, the anti-aircraft machine guns of the three tanks roared to life.

“Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump…………”

Amidst the heavy roar of machine guns, three streaks of fire from large-caliber bullets shot towards the American troops.

Several American soldiers were unlucky enough to be hit in the head, their skulls exploding like watermelons, brain matter and blood spraying everywhere.

Other American soldiers were also hit, leaving large bloody holes in their bodies. They fell to the ground before they could even scream.

"Shit!"

"You've gone the wrong way to break out, turn around!"

Upon seeing this, Captain Littishar immediately led the remaining American troops to run to the rear.

However, at this moment, in another direction, Wu Qianli and his group were also ready for battle.

"Company commander, the American troops are coming this way."

"Do you want to kill them?"

Pinghe asked.

“Before, we were poor, and we treasured our Type 38 rifles. We could only play tactical infiltration games.”

"Now……"

"Thunder God, blast me hard!"

Wu Qianli smiled slightly and gave the order.

"Yes!"

"You little rascals, dinner's ready!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Gong immediately waved his hand excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

In an instant, mortar shells were loaded into the barrel, producing the crisp sound of the mortar firing pin, and a cloud of white smoke spread out.

"call out--"

"call out--"

The mortar shells traced graceful arcs through the air, accompanied by a loud screeching sound as they hurtled towards the American troops.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Intense flames erupted once again in the American ranks, tearing running soldiers apart with shrapnel and turning them into corpses.

Lu Chaochang wasn't killed instantly by the explosion, but he was thrown into the air by the shockwave and landed face-first in the snow.

"Rumble--"

Behind them, the sound of the tank engines from the Seventh Steel Company continued to grow closer.

Ahead, it's uncertain when more shells will continue to fall.

By now, the US military's spirit, no matter what it may be, has been completely shattered by these repeated bombardments.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Seeing this, Lü Chaoran gritted his teeth, threw down his gun, raised his hand, and shouted in the direction of Wu Wanli and the others.

Under his lead, several American soldiers also dropped their weapons and cried out for mercy.

The remaining American troops put up a stubborn resistance, but they were quickly wiped out by the overwhelming firepower.

Seeing this, Captain Littichar sighed, dropped his gun, and joined the others who surrendered.

"Rumble--"

Three tanks, along with their artillery platoon, arrived at the center, where they joined up with Wu Qianli and his main infantry force.

"elder brother!"

Wu Wanli opened the hatch and jumped off the tank. The first thing he saw was Wu Qianli not far away. He called out with a smile.

"Good job, lad!"

"You brought all these big tanks?"

Wu Qianli laughed.

At this point, all the crew members inside the tank climbed out.

"Company Commander, Wanli's strategy is truly flawless!"

"This battle was a textbook example of mobile warfare!"

"Aside from the Four Crossings of the Chishui River, I can't think of any other mobile warfare that could have been fought so brilliantly with such a huge disparity in weaponry and military strength!"

Mei Sheng then walked over and sincerely praised him.

"More than that!"

"Company commander, let me tell you, the most crucial part of the raid is taking out the outer outposts of the American devils."

"Wanli, all by himself, wiped out all the American devils' hidden sentries in just a few minutes!"

"We suddenly appeared in the American military camp like heavenly soldiers, killing the enemy, setting fires, and seizing tanks!"

"Of course, besides Wanli, I also deserve credit!"

"Let me tell you, the moment I rushed into the American military camp and picked up my submachine gun..."

Yu Congrong had just praised me when he prepared to vividly recount his heroic deeds.

"Okay, okay, got it."

"How much more powerful can it be? It's just following Wanli around, firing one burst after another."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lei Gong took a puff of his pipe, his mustache trembling slightly as he laughed, and joked.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Lei Gong, this time is different..."

Yu Congrong waved his hand, about to continue speaking.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about that later."

"Let's discuss what to do with these prisoners."

Wu Qianli interrupted Yu Congrong and asked.

"captive……"

"We have wiped out a large number of American and British troops, and it is time to take Watergate Bridge in one fell swoop."

"It's really inconvenient to bring them along."

Mei Sheng thought for a moment and then said.

"If you ask me, we should just kill them all and end it all!"

"Otherwise, we'll have to split up and keep watch, which would be such a waste!"

Yu Congrong looked at the prisoners and shouted menacingly.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Sirs, I am Chinese, I am a fellow Chinese!"

"Chinese people don't harm other Chinese people!"

At this moment, Lu Chaoran, a Chinese-American soldier not far away, heard this and immediately ran over with his hand raised, shouting loudly in broken Chinese.

"What, a Chinese person?"

"Instructor, what's going on? There are Chinese people joining the US military?!"

Yu Congrong took a few steps closer, looked at Lü Chaoran, and said in disbelief.

"I guess my ancestors were Chinese, and now I'm at most a Chinese American."

Mei Sheng looked at Lü Chaoran, thought for a few seconds, and then spoke.

"Chinese-American soldier?"

Wu Wanli frowned instantly as he thought of a notorious traitor who had caused the deaths of countless Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

Wu Wanli stared intently at Lü Chaoran and asked.

“Sir, my name is Lü Chaoran, and I am Chinese.”

Lu Chaoran sensed the murderous aura emanating from Wu Wanli, and nervously raised his hands, smiling ingratiatingly.

(End of this chapter)