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After the bombing ended, the rocket launcher began to speak.

"Boom!!!"

A barrage of long-range rockets fired, the dense rockets leaving long trails like a swarm of meteors streaking across the sky before landing on the Ukrainian army's positions.

Explosions rang out one after another, and flames shot into the sky.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The Ugly Army commander gave the order, but it was too late.

The tank units launched an attack.

One after another, Type 99A main battle tanks rolled over the trenches, their machine guns firing.

The U.S. Army's M26 Pershing tanks fought back desperately, but the shells only left a faint white mark on the armor of the 99A.

"We can't defeat them! We can't defeat them!"

The voices of the Ukrainian tank crew were filled with despair.

This is a complete rout.

The tank crew of the Huaxia Independent Brigade pressed the fire button, and a ball of flame shot out from the muzzle.

The armor-piercing shell penetrated the frontal armor of the M26, causing a secondary explosion inside the tank and blowing the turret away.

The Ugly Army's defenses were as fragile as paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.

The infantry followed behind the tanks, clearing out the remaining enemy forces.

Zhao Dazhuang, carrying a machine gun, charged to the front, firing and roaring, "Come on! You foreign devils! Grandpa will send you back to your hometown!"

This really excited him.

Liu Liuliu followed behind him, holding a rifle and calmly firing. A Ugly Army soldier had just peeked out from behind cover when he was shot in the head.

"Commander, there is an American artillery position with eight howitzers 500 meters ahead."

Dajun closed his eyes, sensing the movements ahead.

"it is good."

Ma Yongzhen immediately called for artillery support.

The self-propelled artillery battalion fired in unison, and the shells landed precisely on the American artillery positions, blowing eight howitzers to pieces.

The battle lasted a day, and the Ukrainian 1st Cavalry Division was completely annihilated.

Of the twelve thousand people, some died and some surrendered.

The Huaxia Independent Brigade suffered fewer than twenty casualties.

This is crushing.

When the news reached Washington, the White House fell silent.

Roosevelt sat in a wheelchair, his hands trembling.

"Impossible! How could our troops lose? We have planes, tanks, artillery, and the best soldiers."

The Secretary of State lowered his head and said, "Mr. President, their equipment is more advanced than ours. Our tanks can't penetrate their armor."

Our radar can't detect their planes. This isn't a problem with the soldiers; it's a problem with the technological gap in weaponry.

It's like how we used to use muskets to beat the spineless Yao Qing who only knew how to use cold weapons.

Roosevelt gritted his teeth: "Send more troops! Send another 200,000 troops to Korea. I don't believe we can't take it."

"But Mr. President, we still have to deal with the Soviets in Europe..."

"I can't worry about that anymore."

The Huaxia Independent Brigade continued its southward advance.

On the outskirts of Seoul, they encountered the U.S. Eighth Army and the main force of the Han army.

The total strength exceeded 500,000 troops, with over a thousand tanks and thousands of artillery pieces.

"Commander, the enemy's forces outnumber ours by more than ten times." Brigade Commander Chen's expression was grave.

"So what if it's ten times more?"

Lin Tian laughed, "They can't penetrate our tanks, and they can't see our planes."

"Our cannons are beyond their reach; a difference of ten times or more is just a cold, hard number."

A cold corpse.

"Notify the artillery to fire and take out their artillery positions first."

Then the air force was deployed to bomb their command systems and supply lines, and finally, tank units charged, followed by infantry.

"Yes."

Thousands of self-propelled artillery pieces and rocket launchers fired simultaneously.

Shells rained down on the enemy positions, and the Ukrainian army's artillery positions were blown to pieces.

The problem is that their artillery range is too short; if Lin Tian is firing at them, they can't even reach him.

The Ugly Army soldiers fled in panic, their commanders roaring, but unable to mount any effective resistance.

H-20 bombers flew over the battlefield and dropped heavy bombs.

The Ukrainian army's command posts, communication hubs, and supply depots were destroyed one by one, and they lost contact with the front-line troops.

"God, we're doomed."

An American soldier knelt on the ground, staring at the densely packed bombers overhead, his eyes filled with despair.

Next, a group of J-20 fighter jets took off to carry out precision strikes against enemy targets deep behind enemy lines.

Tanks, armored vehicles, artillery, and soldiers all became their live targets.

"Missile! A missile is coming!"

A South Korean soldier screamed and desperately tried to crawl into the bunker.

The missile precisely penetrated the firing port of the bunker and exploded inside.

The tank units launched an attack.

Thousands of Type 99A main battle tanks were lined up in an attack formation, with their guns pointed at the enemy positions.

"God, they are the devils."

"Oh my god, I want to go home to my mom..."

The tank crews of the Huaxia Independent Brigade calmly aimed and fired.

Armor-piercing shells pierced through enemy tank after tank, blowing off turrets and setting the tanks ablaze.

The infantry followed behind the tanks, clearing out the remaining enemy forces.

Zhao Dazhuang jumped into the trench with a machine gun and opened fire.

Before the Ugly Army soldiers could even raise their guns, they were riddled with bullets.

Liu Xiaoliu followed behind him, holding a rifle, calmly firing, each shot taking a life.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights.

The Ugly Eagle Alliance suffered heavy casualties and was forced to retreat.

The Chinese Independent Brigade pressed their advantage and recaptured Seoul.

The news spread throughout the world, shocking everyone.

In the White House of the United States, after receiving the war report, Roosevelt slumped into his wheelchair.

"Four hundred and eighty thousand people! Four hundred and eighty thousand people! How could they lose?"

The Secretary of State smiled wryly, "Mr. President, their equipment is too advanced. Our troops are simply powerless to resist. This is a case of dimensional reduction attack."

"Reinforcements! More reinforcements!" Roosevelt roared.

"But Mr. President, our troops have already lost over 100,000 men and their morale is low."

Sending more troops would probably be futile, especially since the Soviet Union is still watching with predatory eyes.

Roosevelt: "..."

Upon receiving the battle report, Churchill's face turned ashen, but he was somewhat relieved, as he had anticipated it. "The Chinese Independent Brigade has reached Seoul? Where are our troops?"

Foreign Minister Eden, with his head bowed, said, "Mr. Prime Minister, our troops have suffered few casualties, but the U.S. army has suffered heavy losses and has retreated to the Busan area."

"It's over, all over. I wonder if China will hold them accountable?"

More than half a month.

The Huaxia Independent Brigade continued its southward advance, crossing the Han River and recapturing Daejeon, Daegu, and Busan.

The seventeen-nation coalition of the Ugly Han were compressed to the southeast corner of the Korean Peninsula, and their last line of defense was on the verge of collapse.

"Sir, the Ukrainian army requests a ceasefire and negotiations."

Brigade Commander Chen walked in with a smile on his face.

"armistice?"

Lin Tian laughed, "They think they can just fight whenever they want and stop whenever they want? Not so easy. Tell them to surrender unconditionally."

"All troops must surrender to atone for their sins, compensate for war losses, and hand over war criminals, otherwise... I will personally go to the United States."

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