Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 30: The Signal Tower is Captured!
"Guys, the damn Chinese army stole the tanks!"

"Which American warrior is willing to bring a bazooka and grenade launcher and get close enough to fire!"

The US commander stared intently at the tank driven by Wu Wanli and shouted loudly.

"Sir! I'll do it!"

At this moment, a middle-aged U.S. Army sergeant hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Not long after, two more U.S. Army sergeants stepped forward.

"it is good!"

"Old comrades who fought in the Pacific War, it's up to you!"

"Everyone, provide covering fire!"

Upon seeing these men, the U.S. military commander was overjoyed and gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

The three American veterans responded in low voices, picked up their bazookas, and rushed out.

"Da da da da da da..."

In an instant, the other American soldiers, emboldened, shouted and raised their guns, firing wildly at the soldiers of the 7th and 6th Companies.

Even the US commander became furious, grabbing a Browning M1919 heavy machine gun and firing wildly in front of him, the bullet belts shaking violently from the recoil.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Countless bullets flew in, striking the Pershing tank piloted by Wu Wanli, producing a crisp metallic clang.

A series of sparks flew up, but all the bullets were deflected by the armor, leaving only a row of dented bullet holes.

Inside the tank

"Wanli, it looks like the American devils want to blow up the tanks!"

Yu Congrong said as he drove.

"Are those American devils playing Don Quixote-like tricks?"

"Then I'll send you to meet your God!"

Wu Wanli quickly loaded the shells and, relying on the size and location of the battlefield threat, aimed at a direction of the American position and fired fiercely.

"Bam—"

The shells, trailing a thick fog, were fired in an instant.

Even the heavy tank was jolted backward by the powerful recoil.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a fireball engulfed the American position.

A Browning M1919 heavy machine gun was blown to pieces and thrown into the sky, and the American commander who had just been operating the machine gun was completely destroyed.

"Sir!!"

On the battlefield, American soldiers stared blankly at the scene, overwhelmed with grief.

However, Wu Wanli did not stop. Instead, he continued to slowly rotate the turret, relying on the battlefield threat sensor, and aimed it at the position of the American recoilless rifle.

However, the US recoilless rifle had already been aimed at it. The recoilless rifle's muzzle flashed red, and a shell was fired at Wu Wanli's Pershing tank.

With a loud "boom!", a burst of flames instantly engulfed the front of the Pershing tank, causing the entire tank to shake violently.

Upon seeing this, cheers erupted from the American positions.

However, the cheers didn't last long before they came to an abrupt end.

Even after the thick smoke dissipated, the Pershing tank's imposing gun barrel remained erect, pointing directly at the recoilless rifle.

"boom!"

With a thunderous roar, the jeep was instantly engulfed in flames.

Flames danced wildly across the jeep's exterior, the roar of metal mingling with the echoes of explosions.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burning; the pungent odor, combined with the heat emanating from the wreckage of the jeep, made it feel suffocating.

The firelight illuminated the faces of the other American soldiers, revealing their stark despair.

rear of the tank
"Company commander, am I dreaming?"

"We... crushed the American devils with our superior firepower and heavy armor!"

A veteran of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army asked, his hand holding the gun trembling slightly, with tears in his eyes.

"Overwhelming the American devils with firepower... No, wait!"

"It was Wu Wanli and his men who crushed the American troops!"

Wu Qianli looked at the tanks and armored vehicles in front of him and said with considerable pride.

Upon hearing this, Pinghe, who was aiming at the tank, smiled slightly and then fired three shots at the front of the tank.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three bullets flew out in succession, accurately hitting the American veteran carrying a bazooka as he charged forward.

One of the bullets struck the bazooka shell that was about to be fired, instantly killing the American veteran.

"Rumble--"

After all the major threats were dealt with, Wu Wanli continued driving the Pershing tank toward the American positions.

"Beep——"

"Comrades, let's take down the signal tower in one fell swoop!"

At this moment, Wu Qianli also blew the cormorant whistle and launched a general offensive.

In an instant, all the volunteer soldiers followed Wu Wanli's tank and launched a general charge.

"crunch-"

Before long, the tanks captured by Wu Wanli charged forward and crashed into the flagpole of the American flag, making a dry snapping sound, and the tattered American flag slowly fell down.

"I'm not fighting anymore! The Chinese army is Satan reincarnated! A devilish legion!"

"I surrender! I surrender too! Don't kill me!"

"Shit! That damned MacArthur, he deceived everyone!"

"..."

The falling of the flag seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back for the American troops, who, having lost their will to fight, surrendered one after another.

At this moment, Wu Wanli emerged from the tank, stood atop the towering armored body of the Pershing heavy tank, and looked down upon the surrendering American troops, like a war god descending to earth.

Yu Congrong and the soldier stood guard on either side of him, their submachine guns pointed at them, their eyes still filled with murderous intent.

"pat-"

On the position, seeing no hope of resistance, the American soldiers all knelt down.

"Wanli, well done!"

Seeing how promising his younger brother was, Wu Qianli couldn't help but praise him with satisfaction.

"Company commander, driving those American tanks is even more fun than driving the Nationalist tanks we used to drive!"

"Wu Wanli, you're fucking awesome! You single-handedly took on an American heavy tank and won!"

"Hey, hey, if you ask me, Wu Wanli is the king of new recruits in our Seventh Company... no! He's the king of new recruits in the entire Ninth Army!"

Yu Congrong looked at Wu Wanli, gave him a thumbs up, and praised him loudly.

"A king of soldiers?"

"The Chinese People's Volunteer Army, without any buffs, built a new Great Wall with their flesh and blood to resist the planes and artillery of the American devils. They were the true kings of soldiers..."

Wu Wanli wasn't too proud. Instead, he looked at the other soldiers who had just been fighting desperately and murmured to himself.

"Comrade Wu Wanli, comrades of the Seventh Company, thank you!"

"Before you arrived, the terrible state of the American devils was actually that of the Sixth Company..."

"After the Seventh Company came to our aid, we finally experienced the feeling of overwhelming the US military with powerful firepower and armor!"

After recovering from the shock, Ji Chungeng held Wu Wanli and Wu Qianli's hands and said with emotion.

"Let's not delay, let's blow up the signal tower first!"

Pinghe glanced at the towering signal tower and offered a reminder.

"Yes! We must complete the tasks assigned by the Party organization first!"

Ji Chungeng nodded repeatedly and was about to lead his men to blow up the tower.

"and many more!"

"Don't blow it up yet!"

Wu Wanli thought for a moment and immediately stopped him.

"Wanli, the American reinforcements are probably arriving soon. If we don't bomb them..."

Yu Congrong frowned slightly and said anxiously.

"We're just waiting for those American devils to come to our aid!"

"Brother, think about it, do the American devils even know the cell tower has been lost?"

"If we set up artillery fire, along with advance camouflage and ambushes, we can create the impression that the US military has just repelled the Chinese People's Volunteer Army in fierce fighting."

"Do you think we have any hope of taking down this American reinforcement force with minimal casualties?"

"This whole thing even has a bunch of real American soldiers who can cooperate..."

Wu Wanli looked at the American prisoners and smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)