Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The night is the best cover, but also the deepest fear.

Two Willys Jeeps and an M3 half-track armored vehicle, like a few oblivious fireflies, swaggered to the corner of Yunshan Highway.

The car lights were on, illuminating the road ahead.

Several American soldiers leaned against the hood of the vehicle, chewing gum, some even laughing and offering cigarettes to each other. In their minds, this mountainous area was like their own backyard.

"Hey Jack, do you think those Chinese people really came?"

A private with freckles on his face blew out a smoke ring, patted the carbine in his hand dismissively, and said, "I heard they're still using those outdated 'Hanyang rifles,' which aren't even as good as the guns our grandfathers used to have."

"Who knows?"

The sergeant, called Jack, shrugged, casually flicked his cigarette butt into the roadside bushes, and wore an arrogant expression.

"Anyway, the intelligence says they only know how to sound the charge. As long as we set up our heavy machine guns, no matter how many come, they'll just be throwing their lives away. These yellow-skinned monkeys probably haven't even seen what a tank looks like."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of unrestrained laughter echoed through the night sky.

What they didn't know was...

On a dark hillside less than 400 meters away from them, dozens of eyes were watching their every move intently through eerie green night vision goggles.

That look in his eyes was like a hunter watching a group of rabbits hopping around.

Wu Qianli lay prone in the snowdrift and adjusted the focus of his night vision goggles.

In my field of vision, I could clearly see the American sergeant laughing wildly with his mouth wide open, even his large gold teeth.

Laugh now, while you can still laugh.

Wu Qianli sneered and gently pulled the bolt of his Type 56 assault rifle.

"Three hundred and eighty meters away."

"Wind direction: southeast, wind speed: level 2."

"Attention all groups, free hunting."

His voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier via individual radio.

There was no bugle call.

There was no shouting.

Only the sound of index fingers slowly pulling the trigger could be heard.

"Da da da—!!!"

Death's scythe swung down without warning.

The first shot rang out from Wu Wanli.

This greenhorn, who once couldn't even hold a gun properly, was now as calm as a seasoned sniper. His Type 56 assault rifle, modified by Shen Jinghong with a simple optical scope, was incredibly accurate at this distance.

"puff!"

Sergeant Jack, who was still laughing wildly, suddenly stopped laughing.

A bullet pierced his forehead with pinpoint accuracy, leaving a gaping hole in the back of his head. Blood mixed with brain matter splattered onto the jeep's windshield, a glaring red.

"Enemy attack!"

The remaining American soldiers were stunned by this sudden turn of events before they could even react.

"Where? Where are the enemies?!"

They frantically raised their guns and fired wildly at the pitch-black hillside. But all they could see was endless darkness.

For the soldiers of the Seventh Company, who were wearing night vision goggles, it was a one-sided massacre.

"Da da da da da—"

The dense gunfire rang out in one continuous burst.

The terrifying rate of fire and sustained firepower of the Type 56 assault rifle were on full display at this moment.

The bullets formed a dense, impenetrable net of fire, instantly covering the exposed military vehicles.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The sound of bullets entering flesh was dull and frequent.

Those once arrogant American soldiers didn't even have time to find cover before they fell in droves, like wheat that had been cut down.

"My God! This is impossible!"

A surviving U.S. lieutenant hid behind an armored vehicle, holding a walkie-talkie, his voice shrill and piercing with extreme fear:

"Headquarters! Headquarters! We've been ambushed! Repeat, we've been ambushed!"

"The enemy's firepower is too intense! It's automatic weapons! All of them are automatic weapons!"

"They can see us! They can see us in the dark!"

The lieutenant watched in despair as his comrades fell one by one around him. The bullets seemed to have eyes; no matter where they hid, under a car or behind a tree, they could always find their heads with pinpoint accuracy.

"This is a demon! No... this is an alien!"

"boom!"

A grenade was thrown precisely into the open top of the armored vehicle.

Flames shot into the sky.

The lieutenant's screams were drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

Less than three minutes.

The battle is over.

The advance patrol of the US military, along with its three prized mechanized vehicles, was completely reduced to a pile of burning scrap metal and corpses.

Not a single one survived.

There wasn't even one person who could breathe.

"That's... all?"

Wu Wanli, holding his gun, peeked out from behind the cover and looked at the mess below the mountain. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

In the past, every battle involved charging into battle, fighting with bayonets, and paying a bloody price.

But today...

They wiped out this group of fully armed American aces without even moving an inch?

"Company commander, are...are any of us injured?"

Yu Congrong swallowed hard and asked in a low voice.

"Injuried?"

Wu Qianli stood up, brushed the snow off his clothes, looked around at his unharmed brothers, and a proud yet complex smile appeared on his lips:

"Not only did no one die, but not even a scratch."

He raised the Type 56 assault rifle in his hand, looking at the dark barrel with gratitude and awe for Shen Jinghong in his eyes.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

This is the power of technology.

"Clean up the battlefield! Quickly!"

With a wave of his hand, Wu Qianli sent the soldiers charging down the mountain like tigers descending a mountain.

As they approached the bodies of the American soldiers, looking at the soldiers riddled with bullets and their faces still showing extreme terror, an unprecedented surge of pride welled up in everyone's hearts.

What ace cavalry division?

What do you mean by being armed to the teeth?

Compared to the equipment of our Shenzhou Bureau, they are all paper tigers!

"Company commander! These Americans have some good stuff on them!"

Lei Gong rummaged through a jeep and pulled out several boxes of canned goods and cigarettes, grinning from ear to ear. "We're going to be rich this time!"

"Don't just focus on eating!"

Wu Qianli kicked him, pointed to the faintly visible enemy stronghold in the distance, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes:

"What's this? The real feast is yet to come!"

"Thunder God, set up your treasure!"

"Let's send some real 'local specialties' to those Americans up ahead to try!"

"Okay!"

Lei Gong agreed and turned to shout at the artillery platoon behind him:

"Get the mortar set up for me!"

"Let those foreign devils see what it means to... hit exactly where you point!"