3:30 pm, Xiajieyuli Airport
"Fuck you!"
Major General Barr, commander of the Seventh Marine Division, saw the battle report that the Polar Bear Regiment had been wiped out. He stood up angrily and slapped the wooden table with his palms.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, some of the coffee on the table immediately splashed onto the sleeves of Major General Barr's uniform, shaking constantly.
The US military adjutant, who originally planned to hand a document to Major General Barr, froze in place and did not dare to step forward.
The Polar Bear Regiment is the elite ace of the 7th Marine Division, and the face of Major General Barr.
During World War I, the U.S. Polar Bear Regiment was so unstoppable that it invaded Siberia, Russia, and was personally awarded the title of "Polar Bear Regiment" by U.S. President Wilson.
However, at this time, Wu Qianli directly wiped out this heroic unit of the US military in an organized manner. How could General Barr accept this?
"What about that bastard McClain, let him roll over, how the hell did he fight! (What about that bastard McClain, how the hell did he fight, let him roll over!)"
Major General Barr roared angrily, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly because of the rage. His knuckles turned white from the excessive force on his clenched hands.
"General, Captain McLean seems not to have fled back with the rout. (General, Captain McLean seems not to have fled back with the rout.)"
The US military adjutant behind him hesitated for a while, but still warned in a very cautious voice.
When General Barr heard this, he was about to continue his attack, but he hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
He squinted at the battle map on the table that was wet with coffee. It looked like the corrupted war situation of the US military and looked extremely ugly.
"You go out first, let me have a good chat with General Barr. (You go out first, let me have a good chat with General Barr.)"
At this moment, Krulak, deputy commander of the 1st U.S. Marine Division, saw the marks on the table and immediately understood what was going on. He immediately waved the others to leave for now.
The US military adjutant immediately performed a military salute and escaped from the combat command room with relief. General Barr also noticed Krulak's arrival, but did not react.
"General, no matter how humiliated you are, are our Marine Division so embarrassed? (General, no matter how humiliated you are, are our Marine Division so embarrassed?)"
Krulak said lightly while passing a new cup of hot coffee to General Barr's hand.
After just receiving the news that the Eastern Front's highest command post had fallen, Lalulac, as the deputy commander of the 1st U.S. Marine Division, was stunned for half a minute.
He really couldn't imagine how an army could penetrate the iron walls of the elite US military and reach their command post.
However, as General Smith lost contact, he could only assume the command of the First Marine Division, while the overall command of the two divisions was handed over to General Barr.
“General, although this sentence is cruel, we should really startthinking about how to retreat. (General, it’s time for us to think about how to retreat.)”
Krulak sighed slowly as he spoke.
When General Barr heard this, he immediately frowned and opened his mouth to retort, but after thinking about the rotten battle situation, he sighed slowly and nodded slightly.
The entire Changjin Lake battlefield was originally divided into three parts: the eastern front, the western front and the central part.
As the South Korean army in the center was quickly defeated by the Volunteers at the first opportunity, the US military could only count on the pincer offensive on the east and west fronts to destroy the military strength of the Volunteers.
However, the 1st US Cavalry Division on the western front is now being beaten back steadily, not to mention the US cavalry division on the eastern front, which is almost at risk of being annihilated.
"I am very puzzled, how many troops of the Volunteer Army are behind us? (I am very puzzled, how many troops of the Volunteer Army are behind us?)"
General Barr looked at the location of Wulaoli on the map, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
The American soldiers who fled back seemed to be scared out of their wits. Some said there was a regiment of troops, while others said there was only one company.
“This telegram is the last message from Captain McClain of your army, according to whom the Volunteers have almost a division behind us. )"
Deputy Commander Krulak handed the telegram from McClain's fan before his death to General Barr, with a wry smile on his face.
When General Barr heard this, he immediately took the telegram. After reading it carefully, he immediately fell silent.
From his point of view, he would rather the volunteers spent a division to barely annihilate the polar bear regiment.
But at the same time, he couldn't believe that a division of the Volunteer Army had detoured behind them, and the US military could not receive any news.
"General, in any case, the strength of this volunteer army cannot be underestimated. (General, the strength of this volunteer army cannot be underestimated.)"
While persuading, Krulak raised his right hand and pointed at several strongholds on the combat map, leaned over and expressed his thoughts.
Before the US military retreats, it should also assume an offensive posture to confuse the volunteers.
However, in order to avoid the risk of the defense line collapsing and to retain the effective strength of the US military, the momentum was mainly carried out through air force.
When the indiscriminate bombing exhausts the volunteers, a large number of U.S. troops can take the opportunity to move to Hagareyuli Airport.
Nowadays, when the strength of the Volunteer Army in the rear is unknown, rather than retreating backward through the Xingnan Port Channel, it is better to take the air channel and bully the Volunteer Army's weakness of no air superiority.
After Krulak made this idea clear to General Barr, Major General Barr had no choice but to nod his head and accepted the plan.
At this moment, they were actually somewhat fortunate that the temporary airport built by Smith in Xiajieyuli turned out to be a life-and-death passage for their American troops to escape at the critical moment.
After their careful polishing, Major General Barr finally reported the U.S. military's Eastern Front retreat plan to the hands of his superiors, Almond and MacArthur, with some trepidation.
And they have made up their minds. Regardless of whether the superiors approve it or not, they will lead the US military to start a large-scale retreat, otherwise they may really be wiped out on the battlefield of Changjin Lake.
In the original history, General Smith also led the US military to retreat in the same way, and received strong praise from the United States after returning home.
After completing the report of the retreat plan, Major General Barr ordered the bombers that could still take off from the airport to set sail immediately to carry out the bombing plan against the volunteers on the front line.
At this time, a group of bombers had just completed their mission and landed back at Hajieyuli Airport. Before they could rest for a while, they were immediately equipped with aerial bombs and flew to the direction of Wu Lao Li.
At this moment, in a mountain forest in Wu Laoli, Wu Qianli was distributing the special-effect penicillin he had obtained to the wounded in the seventh intersecting company.
Pinghe, who had fainted at this moment, was also supported by Wu Qianliban, and penicillin was given to Pinghe.
Pinghe slowly opened his eyes after feeling a huge warm current reverberating around his body.
"hiss--"
As soon as he regained consciousness, Pinghe clutched the wound on his arm and gasped, a sharp pain coming from his wound.
"It's okay. Once the germs in the wound are killed by the special medicine, it will gradually get better."
As Wu Qianli spoke, he handed Pinghe a military kettle.
In order to prevent the water in the kettle from getting too cold, Wu Qianli put it in his arms and heated it for a while.
Pinghe licked his chapped lips, took the bottle and drank it all in one gulp. His throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and he felt refreshed.
After a short period of severe pain, Pinghe clenched his fists in pain, leaving a trace of sweat on his back.
But then as the wound gradually became colder, a comfortable feeling spread from the nerve endings in his arm to his brain. The wound that was very serious just now miraculously improved a lot.
The other soldiers of the 7th Interpenetration Company who had used special-effect penicillin all looked at the wounds on their bodies and their eyes widened in surprise.
You must know that some of them are considered to be semi-seriously wounded. Not only are they slightly weak in the fierce battle, but they even have difficulty marching in a hurry.
He was even hesitating whether to sneak away during the night so as not to burden the company.
However, under the influence of the special medicine at this moment, although they have not fully healed, it is obvious that there is absolutely no problem in keeping up with the team.
"Company Commander, how much more of this medicine do we have? If there is enough, our 7th Intermediate Company can save at least half of our comrades from dying in the next battle."
Pinghe looked at the used vial of penicillin in surprise, and I seemed to be looking at a treasured treasure of magic medicine.
Everyone obviously noticed the changes in the wounded members of the Seventh Intersection Company. They all looked at Wu Qianli with a trace of desire in their eyes.
After all, compared to dying directly on the battlefield, being tortured to death by injuries is the most painful.
"Oh, this is the special medicine that I managed to collect from the American devils, but it's a pity that I only found this quantity of medicine, and now it has been used up by my comrades."
Seeing everyone's expectant eyes, Wu Qianli could only sigh helplessly and said slowly.
After all, the things provided by the system were so unstable, and he didn't know if he would be able to get them in the future, so he could only put it aside for the time being.
"Company Commander, we have killed so many American devils. Although our record is brilliant, it will inevitably attract their attention."
"For the sake of safety, I suggest that the 7th Interpenetrating Company should move quickly and should not stay in place. Otherwise, if the US military encircles us, it will be very dangerous if we lack heavy weapons."
Mei Sheng thought for a while, looked at Wu Qianli's face, and said very seriously.
After all, the greatest advantage of the 7th Interpenetrating Company is that it can shuttle freely to various positions of the enemy and fight mobile warfare with a small force.
"The platoon commanders will count the casualties and rest for a while. We will retreat in the evening."
Wu Qianli nodded slowly after listening to Mei Sheng's words and made plans to transfer.
The god-level emergency march experience card given by the system obviously pointed the troops of the 7th interleaving company towards Xiajieyuli. It seemed that the final decisive battle was not far away.
"yes!"
The platoon commanders of each platoon responded loudly and immediately took stock of their platoon's situation.
When the final casualty information was reported to Wu Qianli, he suddenly became somewhat sad and silent.
The 7th Interpenetrating Company, which had been expanded once at the Big Elms Command Post, had dropped sharply from three hundred troops to just over a hundred.
"The assault platoon will be temporarily merged into the firepower platoon and returned to the army, under unified command. The other platoons will remain unchanged."
The organization can be adjusted based on the situation of the seventh interleaving company. The soldiers below already know each other, and the merger was completed without any resistance.
After that, except for a few soldiers standing guard, most of the other comrades fell down on the snow and rested.
They were really tired from the continuous battles with the US military.
Whether it was the muscle soreness caused by the hard-fought battle or the nervous exhaustion caused by the life-and-death front line, many seventh interspersed people managed to fall asleep for just a second on the cold and biting snow.
"It's so beautiful to have a little life at home with my wife and children on the hot bed. This American devil insists on stepping in and working with us."
Seeing the soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company lying scattered on the snow, Wu Qianli couldn't help but sigh.
At the same time, Wu Sheng, who had not rested yet, was playing with the high-power radio transferred from the US military command post and sending messages to the command post.
The Polar Bear Regiment was completely wiped out, the Polar Bear Regiment's flag was captured, the commander of the U.S. Army was killed, and two U.S. Mustang fighter jets were destroyed. These brilliant success stories were all passed back to Shiji by the sound of the door.
"Brother, do you think my parents would be proud of me if they knew that I followed you and achieved such great achievements?"
While Wu Wanli was talking, he also learned to light the American cigarette with a match, held it in his mouth, and started to smoke slightly.
After a period of adaptation, the force of the cigarette could no longer choke him. Instead, it was the nicotine that released some of his brain nerves.
"Maybe, but if it were up to my parents to choose, I would definitely not let a brat like you follow me out into life and death."
Wu Qianli looked at Wu Wanli with a smile and rubbed his head with his hands.
After a period of fighting, Wu Wanli's face had become more vicissitudes of life. The ruffianism in him was now replaced by the restrained and murderous spirit of a soldier.
Pinghe, whose wounds were gradually healing, couldn't help but be slightly startled when he heard their words. He obviously thought of his parents and home, but he quickly came back to his senses and started doing what he was doing.
"Brother Pinghe, what did you engrave on the bullet casing?"
After Wu Wanli said that, he took another puff of cigarette, and the flame on the cigarette butt suddenly became brighter.
"Engraving."
Ping Heyan spoke concisely and concisely, and scratched a series of marks on the bullet shell.
"What words should be engraved on?"
"and."
"Pinghe's river?"
"It is the peace of peace."
After Pinghe finished speaking, the movements of his hands just stopped. Each stroke on it represented an American soldier he shot.
The bullet shell with a brassy luster was already engraved with knife marks scratched by military thorns, demonstrating Pinghe's illustrious military exploits.
"Peaceful and..."
After Wu Wanli heard Pinghe's words, his heart suddenly felt a little shaken, and he couldn't help but murmured and nodded slightly.
Soon, Mei Sheng also completed the task of sending the telegram to Zhisi, while Yu Congrong and Lei Gong had already fallen asleep snoring like thunder.
After a short rest, everyone in the seventh interleaved company was woken up one by one by Wu Qianli.
The night is like water, the stars are lightless, and the boundless darkness tonight once again provides the seventh interleaved company with the conditions for a concealed march.
"Let's go, target Xiajieyuli Airport!"
Under Wu Qianli's order, the soldiers of the seventh interleaving company rushed forward quickly.
(End of chapter)
