My own war game

Chapter 377 A fish slipped through the net
The winter of 1950 was a disastrous season for the Turkish Brigade.

After arriving at the Korean battlefield, he first made a fool of himself by accidentally attacking friendly forces twice, and then provoked a fight with the British army at the second-line position in Samsori, earning him a bad reputation as a "barbarian".

In the subsequent battle, due to the explosion of ammunition caused by fireworks control, they lost their own howitzer company.

Finally, they tried to launch a charge, but due to miscommunication, three Allied bombers plowed the barracks with high-explosive bombs.

Without firing a single shot and with more than half of their troops lost, this is the current situation of this unit with a "glorious tradition".

It is said that after the incident, Brigadier General Yazigi, who was hanging his shoulders, protested angrily to the Air Force, claiming that the other party's irresponsible behavior was a planned murder. However, the Air Force then responded tit-for-tat by saying that it had indeed completed the bombing according to the instructions and achieved considerable results.

This is a complete mess, and no matter from which angle you look at it, the US-led coalition air force cannot give the Turkish brigade so-called "justice."

Two days later, the battle of Samsori ended, and the 9th Army of the US Army suffered heavy losses, with a total of more than 1.2 casualties. Among them, the 2nd Division of the US Army suffered a devastating blow, and only % of the troops escaped. Finally, they reluctantly turned to Anzhou to retreat south to save their lives.

The troops ordered to provide support lost their target and began to retreat southward, ending this extremely brutal battle that lasted less than a week.

Christmas is getting closer, but there is no smile on the faces of the coalition soldiers.

In the snow and wind, these soldiers hugged their coats tightly, sniffed their noses that were about to freeze off, and sat in the semi-enclosed back compartment of the truck, swaying from side to side.

boom! boom! boom!
Several gunshots and an explosion were heard, and in the distant woods several figures in camouflage clothing quickly fled the battlefield, while the leading truck in the team was hit by a recoilless gun and lay in the middle of the road.

This kind of thing happens almost every day. The enemy's scouts may appear at any place and then take a heavy bite out of the retreating American troops.

The soldiers jumped out of the cars one by one, standing guard while pushing the damaged cars to the side of the road.

No one wants to stop and stay here to find out what will happen.

"Fuck! I can't stand it! I don't want to stay on the battlefield, and I don't want to sit in this leaky car!" A guy in a US military non-commissioned officer's uniform suddenly exploded when leaving. He vented hysterically, kicking the truck carrying the soldiers with his feet and smashing a headlight.

"Sergeant! Stop your actions immediately! Otherwise we will take action!" A voice came from behind, and a man wearing a green helmet and an "MP" armband on his arm walked over with a gun.

Military police! It was a military police officer that no one wanted to mess with at this time.

"Tell me your unit number and name, and show me your ID!" The military police officer who controlled the situation took out a notebook and began to record.

Facing the aggressive military police, the guy on the opposite side seemed to sober up. He raised his hands high and said, "Hey, man, I admit that I was a little excited just now. I promise I won't be like this again in the future."

"Tell me your unit number and name. Don't make me say it a second time!" The officer began to touch his gun.

"OK! OK! Please don't get excited, Gan, Forrest Gan, from the 2nd Division of the 9th Army." The other party raised his hands again.

Oh~~ There were bursts of sighs around me. Almost the entire structure of the Second Division was wiped out. Only those who could escape now were lucky ones.

"The Second Division? Hasn't it been disbanded? I want to see your ID." The military police officer frowned and extended a hand to the other party.

"This is it." The man handed over a thin booklet.

The officer picked it up and looked at it, and found that the document was severely damaged. Not only was the key information blocked by blood, but there were also signs of burning around it.

"This is an invalid document." The officer stared at him with a vigilant look. "Please, this is how it is on the battlefield. There is nothing I can do." The sergeant defended himself.

The officer thought for a moment, reached out and pulled out the dog tag from the man's neck, looked at the words on it, and felt that it didn't look fake.

"Sergeant, based on your performance just now and the lack of your ID, I will have to lock you up temporarily until we can identify your identity and then decide where to go next." The military police officer acted in a businesslike manner.

"Hey, man, you can't do this. My hand is still injured." The sergeant muttered in his defense, but was finally forced into a closed truck that served as a temporary detention room under the threat of weapons from the other party.

The moment the door closed, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the sergeant's face.

South Pyongan Province is 150 kilometers away from the rear of the Allied Forces. As a fake deserter, he may encounter countless inspections on the road, and if he is unlucky, he may even be ambushed by his own people.

Therefore, the safest option might be to commit a minor crime, be locked up with an excuse, and then follow the retreating troops to Seoul.

cough!
A cough interrupted He Chi's thoughts. When he looked back, he found that there were seven or eight guys who were also locked in the car and were looking at him.

"Gentlemen, should I say Merry Christmas?" He Chi said to several people with bad intentions.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

There were banging sounds coming from the carriage, and it continued to sway towards Seoul.

When the car door opened again, the two groups of people were clearly separated inside. Seven or eight strong men with bruises on their faces were huddled together timidly, while on the other side there was only one person lying leisurely.

"Sir, is it time for dinner?" He Chi rubbed his eyes, turned around and asked in a relaxed manner.
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Three days later, in Seoul, He Chi, who had hitchhiked along the way, easily left the convoy after knocking down a guard and walked towards his final destination - Seoul Airport.

This city in the central part of the peninsula is the most important transportation hub for the coalition forces at this time. It not only has roads leading to all directions, but also has a large airport that can transport various equipment.

Currently, most of the coalition’s supplies are concentrated here.

If the US military had plans to use tactical nuclear weapons, there was about a 30% chance that they would be transported to Seoul using the Air Force. Even if that wasn't the case, at least some clues could be found.

Although it is known from history that the U.S. military has only paid lip service to nuclear deterrence at best, many things in this world have changed. Who knows if Truman would suddenly go crazy?

At midnight, a dark figure sneaked into the logistics department of Seoul Airport and began to rummage through the cabinets in the database.

Coca-Cola's shipping manifest, useless.

The list of emergency snow supplies was useless.

What are these documents regarding the request to change the brand of sanitary condoms?

A list of people scheduled to arrive at the airport within a month? That's of some value.

He Chi read out the names one by one. The moonlight shone through the glass, and the Oriental man's originally calm expression suddenly became solemn.

The last line of the list read: On December 12, a 20-member team from Yokohama Base accompanied General MacArthur to Seoul, and the last line of the list of attendants read:
Fort Detrick Biological Laboratory External Researcher: Shiro Ishii
(End of this chapter)