Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

1950 10 Month 19 Day.

night.

The Yalu River was as black as ink, and the cold wind, like ice blades blowing from Siberia, scraped against the steel beams of the bridge, making them groan and creak.

Lines of fully loaded military trains, like silent behemoths, slowly came to a stop on the concealed line on the north bank of the river.

There was no whistle.

There was no commotion.

Even the lights on the platform were all turned off.

The whole world seemed to hold its breath, with only the sound of the river crashing against the shore and the soft rustling of countless feet on the gravel.

Shen Jinghong stood on a high ground by the river.

He was wrapped in that old military overcoat, raising and lowering the binoculars in his hand repeatedly.

Even from hundreds of meters away, even in the pitch-black night, he could still feel that overwhelming, chilling aura.

That was an army of hundreds of thousands, crossing the border.

"That's history."

Shen Jinghong murmured softly, her voice carried away by the wind.

In my memories of my past life, this scene was tragic.

Those were soldiers in thin clothes and trousers, carrying old Type 38 rifles on their backs, chewing on dry fried noodles, resolutely walking into that icy and snowy land in the freezing cold of tens of degrees below zero.

That was the helplessness of using flesh and blood to fill the gap in industrial development.

But tonight is different.

Shen Jinghong put down the binoculars, a comforting smile appearing on her lips.

Our gaze shifts to the bridgehead.

Wu Qianli, the company commander of the 7th Infiltration Company, was standing at the very front of the column.

He reached out and straightened his helmet. It wasn't one of those old, easily broken steel helmets; it was a Kevlar composite helmet that Shen Jinghong had specially "gotten"—lightweight and bulletproof.

Are you cold?

Wu Qianli turned around and glanced at his younger brother, Wu Wanli, behind him.

Wu Wanli was like a monkey, curiously touching his new military uniform.

"Brother, that's amazing!"

Wu Wanli lowered his voice, his tone full of surprise:

"These clothes don't look thick, but why do I feel like I'm hugging a furnace? I'm sweating buckets!"

Of course it's hot.

That was a "nano aerogel" cold-proof inner liner that Shen Jinghong redeemed from the system shop.

It looks thin, but it's warmer than two thick cotton-padded coats, and it's breathable and sweat-wicking, so lightweight that it doesn't affect tactical movements at all.

"It's hot, that's what matters."

Wu Qianli patted his younger brother's head and helped him fasten the top button of his collar:

"This is Director Shen's lifeline. It'll be ten times colder over there. Without these clothes, your fingers will freeze off."

"Hehe, then I won't take it off, I'd rather die than take it off."

Wu Wanli grinned foolishly, then touched the hard bulletproof plate on his chest, feeling incredibly reassured.

"Attention all!"

Instructor Mei Sheng's voice rang out in the platoon channel—yes, they were even equipped with individual radios at the squad and platoon level.

"Check the night vision goggles! Prepare to cross the river!"

"Click".

"Click".

A series of synchronized toggling sounds.

Wu Wanli imitated the veteran and held up the dark monocular night vision goggles hanging around his neck to his eyes.

That instant.

His mouth opened into an "O" shape, and he almost cried out.

The bridge, which was originally pitch black and so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, now became a crystal-clear green world in his right eye.

The potholes on the bridge, the ruts left by the car in front, and even the ripples of the river water dozens of meters away were all clearly visible!

"My goodness..."

Wu Wanli couldn't help but tug at Wu Qianli's sleeve, his voice trembling:

"Brother! Brother! Did you see that? It's lit up! It's all lit up!"

"We're not just walking at night, this is practically... like strolling through a night market!"

"Shut up! Keep the radio silent!"

Wu Qianli glared at him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a crazy smile.

That's the source of their confidence.

In the past, when we fought at night, we were fighting blindly in the dark, relying entirely on experience and luck.

Now?

This is what it means to have opened your third eye!

"Set off!"

With a command given.

This heavily armed steel torrent began to silently step onto the bridge spanning the river.

There were no torches.

There is no flashlight.

Looking down from above, the bridge remains completely dark, as if it were deserted.

But in the night vision goggles, they appeared as thousands of fully armed soldiers, like a ghostly army, moving swiftly through the darkness.

Their steps were light yet firm.

Their gazes were sharp as knives.

The Type 56 assault rifles in their hands gleamed with a chilling light under the starlight.

Shen Jinghong stood on the high ground, watching this scene unfold.

Although he couldn't see it with the naked eye, he could feel the overwhelming momentum.

"Go."

He silently said to himself:

"Go and give that arrogant world a little bit of Chinese shock."

"Tell MacArthur, tell Truman, tell everyone who looks down on us."

"That era of being bullied by everyone is over."

The group crossed the river quickly.

In less than two hours, the advance troops had penetrated 30 kilometers into North Korean territory.

This is the mountainous area near Yunshan.

The terrain is complex, with dense forests and deep ravines.

Wu Qianli led the Seventh Company, the sharpest of the sharp, responsible for scouting ahead.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

The only sound was the whistling of the wind through the pine forest.

"Company commander, something's not right."

Lei Gong, clutching the treasured light mortar, leaned close to Wu Qianli and whispered:

"It's too quiet. Normally, the American mechanized forces are very noisy; you can hear them from ten miles away."

"They might have taken a break."

Wu Qianli raised his night vision goggles and scanned ahead.

In the green landscape, trees, rocks, and grass—nothing can hide.

Sudden.

His gaze was fixed on a mountain pass about 500 meters away at the two o'clock position.

There, several red lights were flashing.

That's... a cigarette butt?

Wu Qianli squinted and adjusted the focus of the night vision goggles.

The field of vision is narrowed.

He saw it clearly.

There were two jeeps parked on the side of the road and a half-track armored vehicle.

Several soldiers in U.S. military uniforms were leaning against the car, smoking and chatting without any restraint. Their red cigarette butts were as conspicuous as live targets in the dark.

On the side of the armored vehicle, a striking yellow horse head emblem is painted.

That is……

The US military's ace of aces—

First Cavalry Division!

"Finally, we've run into each other."

Wu Qianli slowly reached for the grenade at his waist, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

"Everyone has it!"

He gave a tactical hand signal, which Shen Jinghong had specifically taught them—"Silent Hunt".

Through the earpiece, Yu Congrong's hurried and excited whisper came through:

"Company commander! These foreign devils are completely unprepared! They haven't even sent out sentries!"

"They thought we were still on the other side of the Yalu River."

Wu Qianli sneered and pulled back the bolt of the Type 56 submachine gun, the movement as light as a falling leaf:

"Brothers, we're open for business!"

"Since they like smoking so much, let's go through the trouble and send them underground...so they can smoke to their heart's content!"

"500 meters away."

"Surrounded on three sides."

"Remember, no prisoners, just... annihilate them all!"