Bright Sword: From Northwest Shanxi to Shangganling

Inside the battle command post, listening to the earth-shattering explosions, Chen Chengxing raised his arm and glanced at the scene.

"What's the situation inside the encirclement?" Chen Chengxing asked.

Xu Wu reported: "The attacking force has broken through the first-line defense of the 6th Southern Division, and the various units are advancing deeper into the territory. It is expected that the division will be completed in another hour."

Once the dismantling is complete, the 6th Division of the South will essentially be finished.

Chen Chengxing nodded: "The enemy inside the encirclement is isolated and helpless, with neither supplies nor reinforcements."

"The Southern army has no possibility of breaking through the blockade with the help of both internal and external forces."

"Tell all units not to rush into the attack. This time, let's go all out and be the landlords. Use mortars and heavy machine guns to strike as much as possible."

"I have only one principle: I would rather fire a hundred more shells than suffer one more casualty."

"yes!".
Just as Chen Chengxing was explaining the details to Xu Wu, Wei Dayong strode in from outside.

"report!"

"Go and get ready." Chen Chengxing gestured to Xu Wu, then waved to Wei Dayong.

"Monk, come here."

"You did an excellent job in the surprise attack on the White Tiger Regiment headquarters. You're definitely guaranteed a collective first-class merit."

Seeing Wei Dayong grinning, Chen Chengxing pointed to the enemy's rear area on the map.

"Stop laughing. I called you here for an important task."

Wei Dayong's expression turned serious as he looked at the map.

“The enemy has deployed nearly 10 troops in front of them this time. They must have supply depots behind them. I need the special forces to find them.”

"Commander, finding this supply station is easy, but with the special forces' capabilities, I'm afraid we can't take it down."

The enemy's supply depot contained not only supplies and ammunition, but also a large number of guards and new recruits.

According to Wei Dayong's estimate, to sustain the supply of 100,000 troops, even if the Southern Army had several supply depots, each supply depot would have at least 5,000 people.

No matter how skilled the special forces soldiers are, they can't possibly take on hundreds at once.

Moreover, unlike the White Tiger Regiment's command post, this supply depot will definitely be equipped with a large number of heavy weapons for protection.

Not to mention the US military's twin anti-aircraft guns, just one M2 heavy machine gun is enough to immobilize a special operations squad.

Seeing Wei Dayong's bitter face, Chen Chengxing said irritably, "I founded the special forces team. Do you think I don't know what the special forces team is like? Do you think I'd send you guys to your deaths?"

Chen Chengxing knew very well that although the special forces team members were all elite soldiers, the lightly armed special forces team simply could not compete with a well-organized regular army.

The successful surprise attack on the White Tiger Regiment's command post was purely by sheer luck.

"All I need is for you to find the supply depot and report its exact coordinates to me, then we can launch an attack beyond visual range."

"We have air force support?" Wei Dayong's eyes lit up.

Throughout the entire Korean War, the Second General Staff was always on the front lines and never received air support.

"What are you thinking? The Air Force is already working incredibly hard just to maintain logistics in the MiG Alley. How could they possibly come to the front lines?"

Chen Chengxing explained, "There will be other ways to strike at that time."

"any solution?"

“This is not something you should know,” Chen Chengxing said.

"Your special operations team's mission is simply to locate the target, observe it from a safe location, and confirm the effectiveness of the strike. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Seeing Chen Chengxing's secretive demeanor, Wei Dayong could only nod and say, "Alright."

After accepting the mission, Wei Dayong wasted no time, and the entire special forces team was quickly mobilized.

In order to locate the Confederate supply depot more quickly, all squads were equipped with walkie-talkies and then operated independently.

Wei Dayong also personally led a team to set off, accompanied by Duan Peng, who had stubbornly followed along.

On the main battlefield, as time went by, Bai Shouye's expression grew increasingly grim.

As the main attacking direction, Chifeng Mountain, Bai Shangye not only personally commanded the 1st Division of the South, but also deployed the vast majority of his firepower, with tanks and aircraft taking turns in the attack.
The charge was carried out once, twice, and three times.
But they couldn't take the position.

Aside from consuming a large amount of ammunition from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, the South Korean army achieved virtually no other results; they did not even pose a fatal threat to the Volunteer Army's positions.

After just one day of fighting, the 11th Regiment of the South had lost most of its fighting capacity.

Without hesitation, Bai Shangye immediately transferred the reserve 12th Regiment from the south to the front, while the 11th Regiment withdrew to the supply depot for rest and reorganization.

After the 12th Regiment from the south arrived, before it got dark, they deployed an entire battalion at once to launch a fierce attack on Hill 898.

However, even in a three-on-one situation, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army was not at a disadvantage.

The 12th Regiment of the South made several attempts to reach the main peak, but they could not gain a foothold on the mountain.

The fierce battle raged until nightfall, and the 12th Regiment of the South retreated dejectedly.

Inside the command post, Bai Jingye stared at the sand table, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

“This is troublesome,” Bai Jingye said. “Hill 898 is now in the hands of the central army, and they will definitely launch an attack on North Mountain of Diyinli.”

The chief of staff standing nearby said, "Sir, the North Mountain of Diinri is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if the enemy really wants to attack, it will not be difficult to hold it."

"No, it's very difficult." Bai Jingye shook his head.

"Don't look at the Central Army with the same eyes as before. Their artillery firepower is already very strong. With the current defensive fortifications of North Dinri, they can only hold out for a few hours at most."

"Immediately send additional engineers and laborers to reinforce the northern part of Diyinli, and order the 2nd Battalion of the 12th Regiment to prepare for battle."

"No matter what, we can't let the enemy take over Diyinli North Mountain tonight, or we'll be in big trouble."

Bai Jingye's guess was correct. The resistance of the 6th Division of the South was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed that the main force was about to be able to free up its hands. Chen Chengxing did indeed intend to take Diyinli North Mountain.

However, just as Bai Jingye could guess the Volunteer Army's plans, Chen Chengxing could also guess that Bai Jingye had guessed his plans.

"Is the artillery ready?"

"The rocket artillery regiment and two 152mm howitzer regiments are ready."

Chen Chengxing tossed a pencil onto the table: "No need for test firing. Fire a salvo of rockets and a rapid 10-round barrage from howitzers. Let's give the Southern Army a taste of what's to come."

The Southern Army soldiers and laborers who were working hard were suddenly attacked by a barrage of rockets. The entire North Mountain of Diyinli was covered by explosions, and the Southern Army soldiers fled for their lives, crying out for their fathers and mothers.

Looking at the situation at Diyinli North Mountain, Bai Jingye said, "The enemy will launch an attack soon. Tell the engineers not to be afraid of the artillery fire and to hurry up and repair the fortifications!"

Bai Jingye's judgment was correct, but the engineers and laborers remained unmoved.

They all huddled in their bunkers, trying to avoid both the artillery fire of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army and the firepower of the South Korean Army.

The South Korean engineers lingered on the position for several hours, but the bunkers were not repaired at all.

Chen Chengxing didn't rush to take the hilltop, but instead launched continuous feint attacks followed by artillery bombardment.

This one move almost crippled the 2nd Battalion of the 12th Regiment in the south, but Bai Jingye had no other option but to keep sending more men up.

Diyinli North Mountain is like a huge wound on the Southern Army, constantly bleeding.

When dawn broke, Bai Jingye brought up the 15th Regiment, which, together with the 12th Regiment, launched more than 40 attacks in succession.

This time, the Southern Army showed no intention of retreating. They fought until 10 p.m., and Bai Jingye continued to organize attacks.

The commander of the 12th Regiment, covered in gunpowder smoke, rushed into the command post: "Sir, the casualties are too high, let's take a rest!"

In less than 36 hours, all 12 regiments were almost wiped out.

"We can't stop!" Bai Jingye shouted sternly. "We could stop fighting at any moment. If we retreat even a step now, we'll lose territory!"

During the day, Clark inspected the front lines by helicopter, and the US 3rd Division had already halted its offensive.

Bai Jing will also understand very well why the US military stopped. Perhaps when the sun rises tomorrow, it will be the time of the ceasefire.

"Tank units, advance and provide fire support from the nearest location. We must take Hill 898 no matter what!"

"Sir, the Volunteer Army is not what it was two years ago. With only a dozen tanks, I'm afraid they can't play a decisive role."

“I know that,” Bai Jingye said. “What you need now is to maintain the line. I have already ordered all reserves to assemble.”

"If one battalion can't take the position, then let's use a regiment! A division!"

Bai Jingye has almost gone mad and is planning to go all in.

The 11th Regiment, which was undergoing a withdrawal and rest, was continuously incorporating new recruits.

Normally, a regiment of the Southern Army has about three thousand men, but now they have reached five thousand, and they are constantly being reinforced.

Meanwhile, the various squads of the special operations team were constantly moving behind enemy lines.

On a hilltop, Wei Dayong looked at the brightly lit military post a kilometer away, his expression somewhat shocked.

"Goodness gracious! So many people?!"

Although it was nighttime, the military post was bustling with activity.

Soldiers, trucks, and armored vehicles filled the open space.

Duan Peng estimated that there were at least five or six thousand people in this area, which is very likely the Southern Army's general reserve force.

"Regardless of whether he's in the reserve team or not, he's definitely a big fish."

Wei Dayong turned to the side and ordered, "Communications officer, immediately report to command: Level 1, recommend it as a priority target."

The communications officer immediately reported the coordinates using coded language.
Inside the command post, Chen Chengxing wrote down another string of numbers on a piece of paper.

Looking at the coordinates reported by the various special forces teams on the paper, Chen Chengxing thought for a moment and circled two of them.

One of them was the Southern Army's general reserve force reported by Wei Dayong, and the other was the US military's forward airfield.

"Send orders to the special forces: except for Team 1 and Team 8, all other personnel shall withdraw."

"In addition, send a telegram to the head of the headquarters and this radio station. This is the telegram I drafted."

The telegram was personally encrypted and drafted by Chen Chengxing. Xu Wu naturally knew its importance and confidentiality, so he personally took the telegram to the communications office to supervise its transmission.

The reply from the other side was quick and simple.

Zhiji replied, "Yes, I have informed my superiors." Another radio station whose identity he did not know responded, "Received."

That was the end of the matter. Xu Wu resumed his work, while Special Forces Teams 1 and 8 remained hidden and on standby.

Lying on the hilltop, Duan Peng glanced at his watch and asked疑惑地问道, "What are we doing here?"

"Monitor the enemy forces."

"Monitoring the enemy?" Duan Peng was even more confused: "It will be dawn in a little over an hour, and the enemy has already begun to assemble."

"The enemy will definitely move north into the battlefield, and we won't be able to keep up."

"I don't know about that," Wei Dayong said, still holding up his binoculars.

"We do whatever the command tells us to do."

"If the enemy leaves the supply depot, we just need to report it promptly, and the command will make new arrangements."

As soon as Wei Dayong finished speaking, Duan Peng gave him a push.

"Look! A shooting star!"

A few flashes of light appeared in the dark sky.

"A shooting star?" Wei Dayong looked up and said, "At this point, who cares about shooting stars? Pay attention to the enemy's movements."

However, Wei Dayong, who had just raised his binoculars, suddenly looked up at the shooting star.

"Something feels off," Wei Dayong scratched his head. "Are these shooting stars heading this way?"

"Huh?" Duan Peng was stunned. He then realized, "I was wondering why something felt off. It seems to be this way!"

Wei Dayong and Duan Peng looked at each other, neither of them having experienced anything like this before, and they had no idea what to do at this moment.

While the two were talking, the meteor fell.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
A hurricane suddenly swept through the surrounding area.

Looking at the military post in the distance, Wei Dayong was completely dumbfounded.

Three enormous mushroom clouds appeared before his eyes, and the massive military outpost, covering several square kilometers, was now a scene of utter devastation.

Nearly two kilometers away, Wei Dayong felt as if the strong wind was about to sweep him away, not to mention the military post at the epicenter of the explosion.

The wooden barracks crumbled into pieces in an instant, like pieces of paper.

"This...this is the method the Captain was talking about?"

"How could this be an attack? Are these still the Chinese People's Volunteer Army?"

Wei Dayong racked his brains but couldn't figure out that the Chinese People's Volunteer Army had this trick up their sleeve.

"My goodness, the casualties of the Southern Army are enormous this time." Duan Peng was equally shocked and speechless.

When the attack occurred, the Southern Army was assembling, and Duan Peng witnessed them being blown away like leaves.

Realizing what was happening, Wei Dayong said urgently, "Communications officer, report the enemy's casualties immediately! We have to retreat!"

Having suffered such a heavy blow, this place will definitely become the focus of the Southern Army. If we don't leave now, we might be exposed.

Inside the command post, Xu Wu held a telegram, his face filled with disbelief.

"Commander, this is a telegram sent back by the special forces, but I don't understand what it means."

What does it mean that the Confederate army's assembled troops and the US military's airfields were hit by a meteorite?
Chen Chengxing took the telegram, glanced at it, and nodded with great satisfaction: "The effect is remarkable!"

"This is Zhi Si's work?" Xu Wu asked in shock.

"No."

"No? Then it can't be God, can it?"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Chengxing was speechless. "This is a missile, launched directly from the Northeast."

"Missile? What is a missile?"

"The Northeast? A direct strike from hundreds of kilometers away? Good heavens."

Xu Wu's eyes were filled with incomprehension and shock.

"You're making a fuss over nothing," Chen Chengxing explained. "Back in World War II, Germany was already capable of mass-producing missiles to bomb the British mainland."

"Now that we're bombarding UN forces with missiles, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"My commander-in-chief, this is nothing!" Xu Wu exclaimed in shock. "You know, just a few years ago, we couldn't even produce heavy artillery!"

Chen Chengxing also realized what was happening.

Yes, I always thought that a truly powerful missile must have a range of tens of thousands of kilometers, covering the entire globe.

However, the Dongfeng-2 can now reach a range of over 1,000 kilometers, which is already quite powerful.

He casually handed the telegram back to Xu Wu: "Go send it. It's still the same radio station as last time, from the Zhisi headquarters."

"Yes!" (End of Chapter)