A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

It is said that a defeated army collapses like a landslide. In one battle, the US Army's most elite 7th Division was wiped out!

Van Fleet, who was in the command post, felt his legs go weak when he saw the artillery fire covering the position. Even from more than ten kilometers away, the terrifying roar and explosions exploded at the same time, and even mushroom clouds rose up.

He was the only one in the US Army with firepower; his ammunition load was even named after him, called Van Fleet Ammunition Load. He launched a year-long offensive, yet it was less than a single attack by his opponent?!

He couldn't believe such an outcome, and he flipped his desk over, yelling, "Fuck!! Fuck!! That damned Commander Chen of the Third Army Corps, he's clearly a lecherous scoundrel, yet he managed to achieve such results. It's unfair! God, I'll fuck your mother!!"

"I believed in you, I trusted you, yet you sent my son to hell, and now you're sending me to hell too?"

"What Holy Mother? I'm going to defile you! What God? Fuck your mother!"

Van Fleet's frantic roar echoed through the command center. He waved his arms, sweeping coffee cups off the table and smashing folders against the wall, behaving like a gambler who had lost all his chips and was throwing a tantrum in a casino.

Immediately afterwards, the call came in from the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

Clark was frantic on the other end of the phone. He had only been in office for less than two months and had already suffered such a defeat. He didn't even know the results of the battle on the front lines. People back home had already called him from the U.S. War Department, the Secretary of State, and President Duterte!

The entire front line has been contracted, with all troops withdrawing fifty kilometers to the south. The US 7th Infantry Division, the pride of the US military!

Clark's voice was hysterical on the phone, but Van Fleet didn't hear a word he said.

He slumped into his chair, staring at the swaying light bulb on the ceiling, a scene replaying in his mind—the instant the artillery fire swept across the area, a mushroom cloud rising ten kilometers away, like a giant black flower slowly blooming in the direction of Wusheng Mountain.

He fired over four million shells, bombarded the hill for a year, and lowered the hilltop by several meters. And what was the result?

They emerged from underground, each firing a rocket, and sent his most prized troops to hell.

Matthew, far away at NATO Allied Command in Europe, listened to the intelligence officer's report.

"Matthew... It's certain that this counterattack plan was already in place last year after the Volunteer Army's Third Corps achieved a great victory. The situation in Korea..."

Matthew picked up the coffee on the table. To be honest, the result was beyond his expectations.

During his tenure, he had already ruined the US 25th Division.

Now?

I'm not going to say anything more. Luckily, I ran fast, otherwise I would have been the one who got hurt.

As for what will happen to VanVleet?

He would simply become a sinner in history. The politicians in the White House wouldn't care about a mere lieutenant general like him. Even Emperor MacArthur met such an end, so what more do you want?

However, the commander-in-chief of the Volunteer Army, Commander Chen of the Third Army Corps, was a truly formidable opponent for the entire nation of China!

The intelligence officer said, "They used a type of rocket on a large scale in this battle..."

Matthew's expression turned serious upon hearing this. "A country like this, possessing such advanced mobile warfare capabilities, is truly unimaginable. How terrifying will they be once their weaponry catches up?"

The intelligence officer added, "It seems the FBI's intelligence was significantly flawed. The person who devised this operation and developed the rockets is the same person, named Zhang Renfeng!!"

Matthew looked surprised upon hearing this. He first cursed the intelligence department as trash, then glanced at Zhang Renfeng's limited resume. Matthew's expression instantly turned serious, and he slammed his hand on his phone.

"That's fucking ridiculous! Born on October 1st, 1919, which means Van Fleet could very well lose to a young man half his age?"

"Isn't this a bit too outrageous?"

Matthew was so terrified because war is brutal. When a country has a young, healthy, and creative general who is a god of war, it means that the country will be militarily powerful for at least half a century!

This is outrageous! At only 33 years old, he has annihilated two of my infantry divisions twice in a row. If this intelligence is correct, any general in our army who encounters this general in the future will probably be too scared to fight back. After all, who knows if he will be erased from military history next time?

Matthew concluded, "Alright, until we have concrete intelligence, find me as much information as possible about this General Zhang. I need to thoroughly investigate this man!"

He kept saying he had thoroughly researched it, but his hand holding the coffee cup was already trembling involuntarily.

He had been a prominent figure in the military for thirty years and had never seen a 33-year-old senior general fight such a battle.

From annihilating the 25th Division last year to swallowing up the 7th Division this year, every step has been meticulously calculated, even taking into account the psychology of these old guys.

If you give this kind of person another twenty years, what will become of him?

The news of the earth-shattering victory at Wusheng Mountain was like a giant thunderclap, crossing the Pacific Ocean and crashing heavily onto the desks of the White House and Capitol Hill.

The incident caused an uproar across the United States.

For a whole year prior, the U.S. Far East Command, the Eighth Army, and Van Fleet had been boasting to the outside world every day.

They hold daily press conferences, inflate data daily, and claim daily that the Chinese People's Volunteer Army is exhausted, its defenses are collapsing, and it is on the verge of a complete collapse.

The American public was completely convinced by this.

With their staggering annual military spending bill of over $50 billion, and watching the continuous flow of artillery shells, tanks, and warplanes being shipped to North Korea, the congressmen felt reassured.

In their eyes, the US elite divisions, which were invincible throughout Eurasia in World War II, with millions of saturation artillery shells and modern air and ground crushing capabilities, were simply a dimensional reduction massacre and a pure crushing defeat for the poorly equipped Chinese People's Volunteer Army that relied on sheer numbers and tunnels.

As a result, the U.S. 7th Division, the pinnacle of U.S. military power and the top ace of the Eighth Army, was completely annihilated! More than 18,000 elite U.S. troops were buried alive in the scorched earth valleys of Wusheng Mountain by the Chinese. The supposedly invincible Drip Division, with its undefeated record of never having been wiped out since its founding, was utterly crushed by an unknown Chinese general through a year of patient forbearance and a single, devastating underground attack!

White House.

President Duterte looked at the battle report on the table, his face so dark it seemed to drip ink, and he bent the pen in his hand.

For a whole year, Van Fleet sent telegrams every day boasting of major victories, suppression, and an excellent war situation. Congress poured money into the operation, the entire nation burned through its budget, and ammunition production was increased nationwide. The result? The money wasted on the army's elite troops, leading to their complete annihilation!

The White House emergency closed-door meeting was filled with an absurd, awkward, and exasperated comedic atmosphere.

The high-ranking officials looked at each other, none of them daring to speak first.

The more boastful they were before, the more swollen their face is now.

The Minister of National Defense's face was ashen, his lips trembling: "...We...we conducted reconnaissance for a whole year. Reconnaissance planes flew tens of thousands of sorties, ground reconnaissance was repeatedly verified, and intelligence departments analyzed the data day and night. The intelligence conclusion was always the same: the Volunteer Army had no combat capability, no ammunition, no fortifications, and was on the verge of collapse. And the result? They dug a hundred-mile-long underground Great Wall at the foot of the mountains! They stockpiled 110,000 rocket launchers! They hid hundreds of thousands of troops in ambush! They deceived us for a whole year!!"

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, clutching his head, looked utterly dejected: "Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! We possess the world's most advanced reconnaissance system, aerial surveillance, and ground intelligence. We can see through forests, through bunkers, through underground fortifications, yet we can't see through the Chinese's forbearance and cunning! We bombed the mountaintops, thinking we'd flattened the defenses. Turns out, they weren't defending the mountaintops at all; they were defending the underground world!"

President Duterte was so angry he nearly overturned the table, his voice trembling: "Van Fleet! That madman who only knows how to burn through shells! His so-called 'firepower victory' and 'saturation bombardment' emptied the mountains, the national treasury, and the military budget, ultimately blasting the US Army's top elite division into an encirclement! The world's most expensive artillery resulted in the world's most ridiculous and humiliating defeat!"

Capitol Hill descended into complete chaos, a hilarious spectacle of mutual slaps in the face.

Republican lawmakers who were originally prepared to hold the president accountable and question military spending suddenly turned their guns on him.

Democratic lawmakers who had previously praised Van Fleet and touted his inevitable victory have collectively fallen silent and bowed their heads in despair.

"Five hundred billion in military spending a year! And yet, an elite division was wiped out?!"

"Is our intelligence system blind?! They've stockpiled 110,000 rockets, dug hundreds of miles of tunnels, and maintained hundreds of thousands of ambush troops, while our intelligence departments have had zero detection, zero discovery, and zero early warnings for a whole year!"

"What's most ridiculous is that the enemy engages in hundreds of battles a year, bleeding and feigning weakness, deliberately playing the rout card, and our entire army, from top to bottom, actually believes it! They're putting on a show for us, and we obediently go in and deliver our own deaths!"

"This isn't modern warfare; this is the world's most sophisticated scam! The mighty United States, with its land, sea, and air superpowers, has been completely outmaneuvered by a poorly equipped army for a whole year!"

The media across the United States reversed their tune overnight, turning a "crushing victory" into a "century-long disgrace."

Shocking! US troops bombed a mountain, successfully clearing the battlefield for the Chinese People's Volunteer Army!

The Most Ridiculous Defeat in History: Invincible on the Surface, Beaten Down Underground

"Spending billions to annihilate our elite division"

"The Chinese people spent a year digging a hole and replaced a century-old ace of the US military."

The people on the street were completely bewildered.

The invincible US military, which easily defeated Germany and Japan in World War II, was actually trapped and wiped out by the Chinese in the mountains of Korea!

The whole world is laughing at America, and the prestige of the Western camp has collapsed by more than half.

The West was already in complete chaos, and the notoriously arrogant and willful former Emperor MacArthur, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, made outrageous remarks domestically.

"When I was in charge, at least we only lost one regiment. Look at the new Allied commanders, are they all idiots? Matthew lost the 25th Division, Clark lost the 7th Division. I think the intelligence system bears the primary responsibility..."

Upon hearing this, unsuspecting citizens, along with tens of thousands of families who had lost their men, took to the streets and began a frenzied protest!

California is stirring up secession again...

The most critical issue was the US intelligence system, which was besieged by angry citizens. Mr. Qian and his family, who originally lived in Pasadena, California, were at the peak of their house arrest. Citizens were driving out intelligence personnel, and the agents responsible for monitoring and detaining him were beaten black and blue by the angry crowd.

After learning the news and understanding the situation, Mr. Qian watched the chaotic scene with a hearty laugh and said,

"Hahaha, our motherland's General Zhang Renfeng is truly a great general. People say I am Qian Wushi, but that's just a metaphor. But Zhang Ershi really wiped out two American divisions."

Upon hearing this, Madam Qian burst into tears of joy. After being under house arrest for more than two years, Old Qian had been depressed and hadn't been seen so happy in a long time!

At this moment, Mr. Qian seemed to have thought of something.

"Quickly, taking advantage of this turbulent time, we must find a way to send a message to our motherland that we long to return to her embrace!!"

I believe that our motherland will never abandon us!

To be honest, I can't wait to meet this young Zhang Baobo..."

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