Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The Ugly Country's White House.

Roosevelt clutched the telegram from the Chinese Independent Brigade in his hand, his knuckles turning white. The telegram contained only one line:

"Unconditional surrender. Compensation. Hand over war criminals. Otherwise, I will personally go to the United States."

"furious!"

He slammed his hand on the table, and the telegram fluttered to the ground.

The Secretary of State picked it up, his face grim. "Mr. President, the Chinese Independent Brigade has gone too far."

We cannot accept such conditions; otherwise, the United States' international prestige will be completely destroyed.

"Then let's fight!"

Roosevelt gritted his teeth and ordered MacArthur to reinforce North Korea, to move all available troops there.

Tell the Han people that if they want to live, they should fight alongside us. If we win, everything will be fine; if we lose, we'll all perish together.

The Secretary of State hesitated for a moment: "Mr. President, our troops have already suffered hundreds of thousands of losses, morale is very low, and the Soviets are still eyeing us covetously..."

"I can't worry about that anymore!"

Roosevelt interrupted him, "Execute the order!"

A large number of U.S. troops were transferred from the Philippines and Hawaii to North Korea.

The transport ships formed a long line at sea, blocking out the sky.

The soldiers sat in the cabin, their faces grave.

They didn't know what awaited them; they only knew they were going to fight a battle they were destined to lose.

U.S. Army landing ships dock at Busan Port.

MacArthur stood on the dock, watching the weary soldiers disembark from the ships, his face expressionless.

South Korean President Syngman Rhee, accompanied by a group of officials, came forward, his eyes reddening with emotion.

"General, you've finally arrived. The Chinese Independent Brigade has reached Daegu, and we can't hold on much longer."

MacArthur looked at him, his voice cold: "Mr. President, I have brought 200,000 reinforcements. Together with your troops, the total force exceeds five million. This time, we must drive the Chinese Independent Brigade back."

Syngman Rhee nodded repeatedly: "Definitely, definitely."

The news spread, and the people of South Korea were overjoyed.

The newspaper headline read: "Two hundred thousand Ukrainian reinforcements arrive; the end is near for the Chinese Independent Brigade."

South Korean citizens flooded the streets, waving the South Korean flag and chanting "Victory!"

Little did they know that an even greater disaster awaited them.

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Command.

Brigade Commander Chen stood behind him, holding intelligence in his hand. "Sir, the Ugly Army has reinforced its troops by 200,000, and the Cold Army has also regrouped with about 4.7 million men. Their total strength is several hundred times that of ours."

"So what if it's hundreds of times greater?"

Lin Tian laughed, "They have more men, but we have more artillery. Notify the troops to prepare for battle. This time, we will completely crush them and make sure they never return."

Brigade Commander Chen responded and left.

Ma Yongzhen received orders to convene a meeting of the Independent Regiment: "Brothers, the Ugly Army has reinforced its troops, two hundred thousand."

"The Han people have also come with over 4.7 million troops. Our forces are only a fraction of theirs. Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

Thousands of voices shouted in unison.

"good!"

Ma Yongzhen slammed his fist on the table. "Then let's fight! Let them know that the Chinese Independent Brigade is invincible!"

The outskirts of Daegu.

The Ugly Army and the Cold Army built a solid defensive line.

Trenches, bunkers, and barbed wire were densely packed together.

Tanks, artillery, and machine guns, layered upon layer.

MacArthur stood on the command vehicle, holding binoculars, looking at the distant horizon.

"Chinese Independent Brigade, come on, let me show you the might of the Ugly soldiers."

Nighttime.

The battle has begun.

The H-20 bomber group was the first to take off, carrying out carpet bombing of enemy positions.

Heavy bombs rained down from the sky, turning the positions of the Ugly Army and the Cold Army into an inferno.

The soldiers fled in panic, and the officers roared, but they were unable to mount an effective resistance.

"Shit!"

"God, this is hell!"

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

The bombing lasted for an hour, leaving the enemy positions riddled with holes.

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

Command posts, communications hubs, supply depots, and artillery positions were destroyed one by one.

The U.S. military's radar couldn't detect the J-20 at all. The anti-aircraft guns fired blindly into the sky, the shells exploding into sparks in the air, but they couldn't even touch the shadow of the aircraft.

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

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 enemy's positions.

Explosions rang out one after another, flames shot into the sky, and soldiers were blown to pieces.

"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 Ukrainian tanks fought back desperately, but the shells hit the armor of the Type 99A tanks without causing any damage.

"Shit, we can't break through their defenses, we can't break through their defenses." The voice of the Ukrainian tank soldier was filled with despair.

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 in his arms and opened fire. Several Ukrainian soldiers were riddled with bullets before they could even raise their guns.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights.

The Ukrainian and Han armies suffered heavy casualties and were forced to retreat.

The Huaxia Independent Brigade pressed their advantage and recaptured Daegu.

When the news reached the White House, there was complete silence.

Roosevelt sat in a wheelchair, his hands trembling.

"Two hundred thousand men! Two hundred thousand men! How could we lose? Where are our planes? Our tanks? Our artillery?"

The Secretary of State bowed his head and said, "Mr. President, our equipment is inferior to theirs. This is not a matter of morale; it is a matter of weapons disparity."

We can't penetrate their tanks.

We couldn't see their plane.

Their artillery was out of our reach; the only thing we could do was fill the gaps with our lives.

"Then fill it in!"

Roosevelt roared, "Move all the troops over there! We must stop the Chinese Independent Brigade!"

The Secretary of State gave a wry smile: "Mr. President, our troops have already lost a third of their strength, morale has plummeted, and if we continue to send reinforcements, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"They'll probably be wiped out."

Roosevelt: "..."

MacArthur stood in Busan harbor, looking at the wounded soldiers being evacuated from the front lines, his face ashen.

There were many people missing limbs, covered in blood and gore, and mentally deranged; the air was filled with wails of agony.

"General, we have lost."

The chief of staff walked over, his voice hoarse.

MacArthur shook his head. "We haven't lost. We still have troops, morale, and..."

"General, we have lost our morale."

The chief of staff interrupted him, "The soldiers don't want to fight anymore. They say they can't win; the enemy is the devil."

MacArthur: "..." He was out of ideas.

Syngman Rhee stood in the presidential palace, looking at the marching crowds outside the window, his face pale.

They used to shout the slogan of "victory," but now they shout the slogan of "ceasefire."

The soldiers fled back from the front lines, leaving their weapons in the street and taking off their uniforms to blend into the crowd.

"Mr. President, we have lost."

The Minister of Defense walked in and said, "The troops have collapsed. Before the war even started, most of them have been killed or wounded and are no longer able to organize effective resistance. The people are also demanding a ceasefire."

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