Washington, White House
While artillery fire was going on at the Watergate Bridge, a deafening roar also sounded in the Office of the President of the White House.
"Fuck you! MacArthur, this bastard, has lost so many American soldiers in such a short period of time, and he still fights like this!"
"Damn it, why did I believe his lies in the first place? The so-called Christmas offensive is a joke, a joke!"
Truman tore up the battle report in his hand vigorously, roared angrily, his eyes filled with complex expressions.
At this moment, in addition to the torn battle reports on the ground, there are also reports on the Korean War from major Western mainstream media, fully exposing the plight of the US military.
"Mr. President, maybe we should not get angry and stay calm to find a solution to the problem."
U.S. Secretary of State Acheson walked over slowly and handed a cup of coffee to Truman with a smile, a calm look on his face.
"Acheson, MacArthur is bringing the Allies to the brink of destruction. Do you have any good ideas to reverse the current situation?"
Truman put away his anger and looked at the Secretary of State with worried eyes, full of expectation.
Acheson was his number one think tank, and many of the major decisions of the Truman Cabinet had been made by him.
He was a core figure in the Bretton Woods system and the designer and founder of the Truman Doctrine, the Marshall Plan, and NATO.
However, this time Acheson did not directly make suggestions. Instead, he smiled and shook his head slightly.
"Oh Mr. President, you know, I opposed this war from the beginning. We should not go to war with the Chinese army."
Acheson hesitated for a moment, but finally said what was in his heart.
"What? Like the international media, do you want to preach to me the powerful combat effectiveness of the Chinese Volunteer Army?"
When Truman heard this, his face darkened, and he looked at Acheson with slightly cold eyes.
Obviously, if Acheson's answer does not satisfy him, I am afraid that he will hide the Secretary of State in the decision-making process on the Korean battlefield.
"Mr. President, we are fighting the wrong opponent, the second echelon of the red camp."
"The United States is the master of the free world, and our opponent should be the Soviet Union."
"If we continue to fight China, the country's strength will be greatly weakened. This is what the Soviet Union wants to see most."
Acheson calmly analyzed the international situation, turned to look at Truman and advised him.
"You mean that we should avoid falling into the quagmire of the Korean War and negotiate peace with China as soon as possible?"
Truman frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the result.
"Mr. President, once the Chinese army blows up the Watergate Bridge and completely blocks the lifeline of the Eastern Front Army, there will be a vacuum in our military strength."
"At that time, after the volunteers have taken a short rest, they will be able to move south, cross the 38th parallel, and approach the South Korean regime."
Acheson pointed to the map of North Korea that had been spread out on the table and said with worry.
"If the Chinese army dares to cross the 38th parallel, we can completely mobilize the troops in Japan and Guam..."
Truman was halfway through his retort when his voice suddenly stopped.
Now international public opinion and the U.S. Congress are very dissatisfied. Once it reaches that point, he will not be far from stepping down.
Acheson looked at the silent Truman and smiled, knowing that he had finally convinced the stubborn president.
"Mr. President, we are not seeking peace, but forcing China to sign a peace agreement and make outstanding contributions to peace in Asia."
Acheson sat on a leather sofa, squinting his eyes slightly to comfort Truman.
"The Chinese army is at its peak and the Allies are retreating steadily. Will they agree to all our conditions?"
Truman thought about the current war situation and couldn't help but sigh slightly.
"Mr. President, we can hold a press conference immediately to use nuclear weapons to put pressure on China."
"In addition, secretly we can promise them some benefits. After all, China is not doing well internally."
Acheson's lips curled up, and the American arrogance finally emerged.
Truman frowned and hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded slightly and agreed.
"Mr. Acheson, do you have anything else to report?"
Truman picked up the coffee and took a sip, looking at Acheson who was still lingering and asked.
"Yes, Mr. President, we have to pay attention to that little Chinese military god who has become famous in the international media recently."
"He and his company have created too many miracles. The capture of Major General Smith and the destruction of the Polar Bear Regiment are all worthy of our vigilance."
Acheson slowly picked up a newspaper, looked at it with interest and said.
"Such a small unit and a small person can actually attract your attention. That's just a typical example of how the Volunteer Army boosts morale."
When Truman saw Wu Qianli's name for the first time, he didn't care about such a small officer at all. He just snorted and threw the newspaper away.
Little did he know that this name would appear countless times in the future, shocking the White House and the Pentagon.
"Mr. President, what I'm saying is that maybe we should pay attention to this method of combat and form our own commando force."
"Think about it, if one of our troops approaches the Volunteer Army headquarters, captures the commander on the opposite side, and defeats the main force of the Volunteer Army, what will the battle be like?"
Acheson looked at Truman with firm eyes and said.
"this……"
Truman's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
In fact, the United States established a special force as early as World War II, whose full name is the Marine Corps Commando, but it has not played much role in the Korean battlefield yet.
"This is a plan drawn up by the National Defense Staff. The military will train the most advanced special forces on the basis of the Marine Corps, named SEALs."
Acheson handed a plan to Truman, obviously prepared for it.
Truman took the plan and looked at it for a long time before nodding slightly satisfied and agreeing to the proposal.
Historically, the U.S. Navy SEALs were established in 1962 and played a major role in the Vietnam War, introducing the world to modern special operations and pushing the use of special forces to a climax.
But now, with Wu Qianli's first application, the United States has been forced to advance its plan, and the historical process seems to have changed slightly.
"There is no rush for the special forces. The first priority now is to cover the Eastern Front Group Army so that our soldiers can successfully retreat to Xingnan Port."
"Telegraph MacArthur and ask him to withdraw the troops from Changjin Lake at all costs!"
There was a hint of worry in Truman's blue eyes. He glanced at the Watergate Bridge mark on the combat map and said in a deep voice.
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Under Watergate Bridge
The large water pipe leading to the water pump room has been blown into a huge gap.
Wu Qianli and others did not care about the White House on the other side of the Pacific. In their eyes, they only had the firm determination to blow up the bridge!
"Go in, go straight to the US military headquarters, and execute the beheading operation!"
With a sharp look in his eyes, Wu Qianli took the lead and rushed into the gap with a Thompson submachine gun in hand.
"yes!"
Pinghe waved his hand and led Wu Wanli and the soldiers in. The originally dark environment instantly became darker.
"Wan Li, I'm usually afraid that something will happen to you, so I always keep an eye on you and don't let you act recklessly."
"Now facing the American troops who are about to meet you, you can 'fly' as far as you can and blow up as much as you can!"
As Wu Qianli walked carefully forward, he turned his head and whispered to Wu Wanli.
Different from previous battles, now they had to fight in an extremely narrow environment, and often had to rely on their own adaptability.
"yes!"
Wu Wanli's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he understood that he had a higher autonomy on the battlefield, and he immediately agreed in a happy voice.
The pipe was long, narrow and dull. Everyone followed Wu Qianli for a minute, and gradually saw a glimmer of light coming from the distance.
"We're almost at the bottom entrance of the pump room..."
Wu Qianli looked at the increasingly obvious light and murmured in his heart.
"Bang——"
Suddenly, a soldier from the reconnaissance platoon accidentally hit the wall of the iron pipe with his gun, making a muffled sound with an echo.
"not good……"
When Wu Qianli saw this, his heart skipped a beat, and he instantly became frightened, with a bad premonition emerging.
"Comrades, open the safety, load the bullets, speed up and rush over. The US military may be alert."
Wu Qianli said, immediately speeding up his pace and rushing towards the light in the distance.
"Pong——"
Suddenly, there was a crisp metal clanking sound, which was particularly obvious in the thick and empty water pipe.
I saw a grenade emitting white smoke constantly hitting the metal wall of the water pipe and rolling towards Wu Qianli and others.
"No! It's a grenade, everyone get down!"
Wu Qianli roared loudly, and the soldiers behind him fell to the ground reflexively. Only Pinghe took a charging stance.
"Wan Li, your brother Wu Baili died trying to save me. I'm sorry for you."
"Now it's my turn to protect you. Remember to fight a few more American devils for me!"
Pinghe shouted as he ran forward wildly, his eyes full of determination as if he was looking forward to death.
"Go back, save your life to kill the American devils!"
Wu Qianli shouted loudly, overtook Ping He at an extremely fast speed, and yanked Ping He backwards, pulling him to the ground.
"Company commander!"
"elder brother!"
At this time, Pinghe and Wu Wanli looked at Wu Qianli's charging figure and shouted loudly at the same time, their eyes widening like bells.
The grenade was still rolling towards Wu Qianli, and the white smoke suddenly reduced by one-third, which was obviously a prelude to exploding.
"Dog system, time slowdown bonus is enabled for me!"
When he was about to come into contact with the grenade, Wu Qianli immediately chanted silently in his heart, and cold sweat soaked his back.
"Ding - the time slowdown bonus is activated. Everything in front of the host will move at 0.1 times speed. The effective time is two minutes. Please use it carefully."
Following the system's cold beep, the speed of the grenade hitting Wu Qianli suddenly slowed down, and even the white smoke slowly exhaled was clearly visible, less than one meter away from him.
"go back!"
In the midst of lightning and flint, Wu Qianli flew up with a sharp kick and kicked the grenade hard.
The grenade instantly spun at high speed and flew towards the original entrance.
Two American soldiers holding submachine guns and waiting to reload after the explosion saw the grenade flying back, and their eyes widened in shock.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded instantly, and a small cloud of fire swallowed the bodies of the two American soldiers, turning them into rotten flesh on the spot.
The U.S. troops on the ground floor of the water pump room looked at the situation at the entrance. They were all stunned, and they didn't even realize how the explosion could appear there.
"Pinghe, Wanli, I'm going to tear apart the US military's firepower network first. You guys will rush in after listening to the whistle!"
Wu Qianli was unwilling to waste the rare bonus. After saying a word, he rushed out towards the entrance.
"yes!"
When Pinghe reacted and answered, Wu Qianli had already rushed to the entrance, his majestic back blocked the light of the entrance, and pulled out a long silhouette.
"Fuck you! The volunteers are coming, shoot!"
A US military officer was the first to react. He immediately pulled out the Colt pistol from his waist, pointed it at Wu Qianli and pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull gunfire sounded, and the high-speed rotating pistol bullets flew towards Wu Qianli with a little white air.
"ridiculous!"
Wu Qianli looked at the three slow-flying bullets and easily dodged them. He picked up the Thompson submachine gun and fired in three directions.
"Da da da……"
With the bonus of permanent hits, three targets within 150 meters were accurately hit by Wu Qianli.
Originally, under the firepower of dozens of US troops, even if Wu Qianli killed the machine gunner, it would be of no avail. He would eventually be shot into pieces.
But what he hit was not a person, but the "pineapple" anti-infantry grenade mounted on the chest of the US military!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three deafening explosions sounded, and three red mushroom clouds rose into the sky. More than a dozen American troops were killed on the spot. The surviving American troops were also forced to lie down on the ground, choking on the thick smoke and coughing repeatedly.
At the same time, Wu Qianli had already carried Thomson on his back, picked up the Garand rifle next to the corpse of the American soldier on the ground, and quickly installed the grenade and smoke grenade.
"Beep——"
The sharp Osprey whistle sounded, and smoke bombs were fired by Wu Qianli. The clouds of smoke were quickly spreading.
"The company commander has succeeded, comrades, rush in!"
Pinghe shouted loudly as he led the reconnaissance platoon soldiers into the bottom floor of the water pump room and quickly ran behind the bunker.
"Shoot, don't let the volunteers rush in!"
A US military non-commissioned officer shouted and rushed towards a Browning machine gun, aiming at the entrance and firing.
"boom!"
After a gunshot, a blood hole suddenly appeared on the US military noncommissioned officer's helmet, and he fell helplessly into a pool of blood.
The white smoke from the sniper rifle in Pinghe's hand had not yet cleared, and he raised the gun again to aim at another American soldier.
However, the gradually spreading white smoke obscured his vision, so Pinghe had no choice but to give up and temporarily lowered his sniper rifle.
"One minute, get rid of these American devils on the bottom floor of the water pump house, kill them, go straight to the US military headquarters and the Watergate Bridge, behead them and blow up the bridge!"
Wu Qianli raised his eyebrows and gave orders loudly.
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(End of chapter)
