Section 8: Raid on Wenjing 2

  On New Year's Day, I wish everyone a happy new year! No red envelopes needed, just take the tickets.

  Kim Jong-oh paced back and forth in the room, finally sending a telegram to the 7th Regiment of the 6th Division, ordering them to move south and converge on his position. He also reported to General Walker of the US 8th Army that they had encountered an unidentified enemy force and suffered significant casualties. After sending the telegram, Kim Jong-oh's anxious heart finally calmed down.

  When the mighty motorcade headed south, it was strange that the convoy would stop from time to time and exchange a few words with the vanguard or frontline personnel, borrow some fire, and everyone would take a puff of smoke together. Especially Feng Gui, who chatted fluently in Korean with them, but he wore a lieutenant colonel's uniform and was only in his early 20s, making those officers think he was the son of a high-ranking official.

  But they didn't notice that the number of soldiers under their command was decreasing, until finally, even the platoon leader or company commander found himself without a single soldier left, feeling strange, and then being pointed at by over ten guns, or being knocked unconscious.

  Two kilometers away from Wenjing, General Han's artillery camp and more than 200 soldiers got off the train, started setting up a warning line, building a position, selecting an artillery position, building a gun emplacement, deploying artillery, waiting for follow-up troops. Moreover, the Stars and Stripes of the United States and the Taegeukgi of South Korea were also placed in the empty space on the position. Busy soldiers occasionally walked or stepped over from above.

  Li Guang and his apprentices, who were good at repairing things, had just finished fixing a captured American-made 105mm howitzer. They were invited by Han Tian to go eat. Li Guang looked at the Tai Chi flag on the ground and curiously asked Han Tian, pointing at the flag, "Why did you bring out the Three Pure Ones' flag? We communists don't believe in this stuff, do we? Even if we're asking for divine help, shouldn't we hang up the flag, light three sticks of incense, and set out some offerings?"

  Han Tian smiled and said, "This is the fake army's national flag, next to it is the American one, used as an air defense identification mark, that is, to tell the planes in the sky not to come and bomb me." As he spoke, he pointed to an enemy plane flying overhead.

  "Oh, so that's how it is. The fake army stole the Taiji flag of Sanqing and used it as their national flag. They probably thought they could get Sanqing to bless their country's fate, but didn't they ever think that Sanqing are Chinese people? How could they possibly bless them?" Li Guang said with a shake of his head, then went off to eat.

  On the jeep in front of the fleet, Ham Seung-soon was sweating profusely, constantly wiping his hands which were also shaking non-stop. He placed his right hand on the back of Hwang Jang-yop and patted Ham's shoulder with his left hand, then smiled and said in fluent Korean, "Director Ham, don't be nervous."

  Xian Ping nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice and said "yes" "yes".

  But as you get closer, a careful person will find that Feng Gui is holding a rope in his hand. If you look closely again, you'll discover that our Commander Ham suddenly gained weight around the waist. And if you lift up Ham's military uniform, oh my, aren't those dozens of hand grenades?!

  Inside the W?n'gils?ng Castle, all along the way were busy soldiers, either preparing to leave the city or preparing for drills. Occasionally, people who knew Hwang Byeong-sun looked at him with a curious gaze because of the unfamiliar face next to him, which was even more handsome than theirs (^_^ haha, just kidding), and he was wearing a lieutenant colonel's insignia, and on top of that, he had his arm around Commander-in-Chief Hwang. It was obvious that something fishy was going on. Although it has been several hundred years since the fall of the Wang dynasty, that kind of atmosphere still prevails in Korea.

  The soldiers in the car were extremely tense, pulling open the gun buckle, loading bullets, or twisting open the hand grenade cap, with their fingers hooked on the ring. The tankers, on the other hand, loaded the grenades into the cannon.

  A jeep suddenly appeared, causing everyone's tension. A lieutenant got out of the car and gave a US-style military salute to Xian Bing-shan, then said, "The division commander orders you and the tank company to report to the division headquarters, and find a place for the troops to rest."

  Zhang Dabiao ran over in small steps, consulted with Xian Bingxian and Feng Gui for a while, and then the 200-man unit followed the 12 tanks and followed the lieutenant to the headquarters of the pseudo-sixth division. The remaining troops were divided into three groups and headed in three directions.

  Kim Jong-oh waited at the temporary headquarters for Hwang Byeong-seo's arrival, and when he heard that Hwang was approaching quickly, he went to the gate with the deputy commander of the division, the chief of staff, and other officers to greet him. For Hwang Byeong-seo, who had gone through a disaster, Kim Jong-oh wanted to comfort his subordinate general and also understand the specific situation of the battle.

  It can be judged whether it is the remaining main force of North Korea or the army of the Communist Party of China. Although it was known through radio monitoring that the other side spoke Chinese, didn't those few divisions speak Chinese at first?

  When the tanks stopped one hundred meters away and aimed their guns at him and his division, Jin Zhongwu felt something was wrong. Before he could react, flames burst out of the tank barrels and more than a dozen shells broke free from the cannons and gun tubes, flying towards Jin Zhongwu and his division at a speed of 780 meters per second.

  In the midst of a massive explosion, Jin Zhongwu and his six senior military officers disappeared, and the two-story building that served as their command center also collapsed. The enemy soldiers in the city were stunned.

  However, our army did not miss this good opportunity. The artillery began to bombard the enemy's positions outside the city, and the more than 40 vehicles of officers and soldiers started to sweep the enemies on the streets with their weapons in hand.

  Hand grenades rained down, and then our officers and soldiers, under the cover of tanks, continuously pierced and attacked in the city, disrupting the enemy's formation. Meanwhile, our main force, which had arrived outside the city, also began to attack the city, sandwiching it from both inside and out.

  The enemy army, which had lost its command and was in a state of panic under my attack, rushed out of the city in all directions. Those who tried to resist were swept away by the crowd, and the enemy scattered like sheep, some fleeing in carts, others on foot, with some heading towards Yunshan and others towards Xikuan.

  However, the independent regiment had already infiltrated to its position, and three battalions set up sniper positions in the east, west, and south directions. When the enemy fled by car, they stepped on landmines, were hit by a hail of bullets, and were blown up by mortar shells, turning into fragments and bursts of flames. The enemy's momentum was finally blocked.

  But the enemy was fighting for their lives, and their combat effectiveness exploded to more than one level. Even four P-51 Mustangs strafed and bombed the position of the 2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, Independent Division. The sky was filled with long white smoke trails formed by rocket shells, and the enemy's mortars also began firing. Soon, the enemy surged forward again, and the 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, which had been reinforced with two machine guns, found it difficult to hold on. When the two reinforced Maxim machine guns were destroyed, the Chinese army lost its firepower support point and was forced to face the surging enemy troops.

  And if the reinforcements were to come up, they would have to face the firepower in the enemy air, and the losses would be great. So the bayonet fight was inevitable, although many of the pseudo-army had served in the Japanese army and had good bayonet fighting skills, but most of the soldiers were forcibly conscripted peasants, just like the Nationalist Army, with not very high combat effectiveness. So when my reinforced two platoons of over 100 men still had more than 30 standing, the enemy left behind nearly three hundred corpses and retreated.

  Soon after clearing the remaining enemies in the city, our main force, with a part of the troops transported by tanks and cars as the vanguard, launched a pincer attack on the enemy from both front and rear. However, the combat effectiveness of the pseudo-army was not comparable to that of Liu and Deng's army, let alone the iron will of the brave who would win in a narrow encounter. As a result, the enemy either raised their hands to surrender or fled into the mountains.

  This battle annihilated the enemy's fake 6th Division headquarters, 19th Regiment and a battalion of the fake 8th Division's 10th Regiment, totaling over 3,700 people. We captured more than 40 mortars, over 60 vehicles, and over 2,200 guns.