Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 109 God, that man named Ghost is here!
Just when the team of the Seventh Company set off from the North Korean Highway, two kilometers away from Changjin Lake, a U.S. military task force that was reinforcing from Xiajieyuli to Xinxingli was looking at Changjin in horror. The horrible scene that happened on the surface of Jinhu Lake.

This reinforcement team is the No. 40 commando of the British Royal Marines attached to the [-]st Marine Division, and it is paired with the Drysdale Task Force composed of two US reinforced infantry companies with a total of more than [-] people.

a few minutes ago.

They were heading north at a leisurely pace from the neighborhood of Xiajieyu.

"Sir, Allied troops have been spotted in the waters ahead!"

Less than two kilometers before reaching the north shore of Changjin Lake, British scout soldiers came to report in a long and narrow valley.

"Really, let me see..."

Major McLaughlin, the British commander of the Drysdale Task Force, raised his binoculars and looked over. After a while, he waved his hand and stopped the convoy.

"Oh, these Americans are really desperate."

Major McLaughlin, the commander of the British army, pointed to the small group of dark convoys on the lake in front of him, and put on a gentlemanly expression: "Guys, look at their distressed appearance. Is this a polar bear group? It's the hamster group!"

"Who knows? Perhaps it is—Mr. Major!"

The British soldiers laughed one after another, and the air was full of joy.

Compared with McLaughlin's high spirits, the two captains of the US infantry company were sullen and said nothing.

They knew very well that this 3000-strong polar bear team might really only have the 200 people in front of them left.

"Okay! Look at me, what did it say? We're allies."

After laughing, Major McLaughlin threw the binoculars to the soldiers around him and put his sunglasses back on.

He shouted back: "Guys, who brought palm wine? Quickly take it out and clean up our polar bears. This mission is the easiest one we have ever traveled!"

There was a priest in the infantry company of the U.S. Army. Facing Major McLaughlin’s loud laughter, he shook his head slightly and touched the cross.

Although the priest's movement was small, McLaughlin saw it: "What's wrong?"

The priest worried: "Mr. Major, it is not suitable to drink alcohol at this time. If we meet the Chinese team again, it will be another fierce battle..."

Major McLawlin waved his hand nonchalantly: "I almost forgot that you were captured by the Chinese before—but what I'm more interested in is, does your God know that you are so afraid of the Chinese, Father?"

The priest didn't answer.

He closed his eyes and shook his head: "It's better to be careful, and you shouldn't be too happy at any time."

The priest did not carry a gun, nor did he wear a military uniform. Instead, he was wearing a Catholic costume among the soldiers.Originally, this was not allowed, but after he was captured and returned, he served as an editor. The British are so arbitrary, so no one cared about him.

If Xu Qing was here, seeing him, he would immediately remember that this person was one of his prisoners of war—the Priest Kunlan who had met once in Wild Pine Ridge.

He once served in the First Division of the U.S. Cavalry. As a priest, he is very dedicated.

After being captured by Xu Qing, he stayed in the 38th Army for a period of time, but after the volunteer army conducted ideological education, he deliberately released a group of prisoners of war and told them that the Chinese were only for a few hydropower stations and had no intention of going to war.

Father Quinlan was one of them who was let go because of his good behavior.

It sounds like there is no 300 taels of silver here, but the United Allied Forces just believed in this, and many generals, including MacArthur himself, were affected to a certain extent.

So did this Major McLaughlin.

He probably thought that he was still facing the Chinese in [-]. In the eyes of the British, the Chinese were always Qing Dynasty people with a long braid hanging from the back of their heads and strange clothes.

Will they fight?

McLaughlin doesn't think so.

"Father, you can't apply to go back to the countryside to retire after the war. It's not a good thing to be always afraid on the battlefield!"

He raised his eyebrows, and patted Father Quinlan on the shoulder vigorously:

"The enemy you fear is nothing to worry about. The CCP troops surrounded the airport last night and made a fuss all night. They retreated obediently in the morning, leaving only corpses all over the ground-they can't break through our position at all!"

"Look carefully, our British soldiers will be invincible! If your U.S. cavalry and polar bear regiment can't handle it, we will handle it!"

"The major is right!"

"To the polar bear!"

"To Yankees, hahaha..."

Hearing what he said loudly on purpose, the soldiers in the surrounding cars cheered one after another, holding a gun in one hand and a wine glass in the other, laughing and echoing loudly.

"Look how excited our buddies are!"

As a British soldier in the British Army, McLaughlin is very proud.

Because from last night to morning, many telegrams have been sent from all over the place to be besieged by the Chinese, among which the loss reported by the polar bear regiment is the most astonishing.

This former ace team of the U.S. Army was completely besieged, with heavy casualties, and called for help [-] times overnight.

Not only the operator at the base couldn't believe it, but also Almond was alarmed, and even General MacArthur, who was still in Tokyo, urgently mobilized the plane to deliver food bombs and dispatched reinforcements for rescue.

Almond even released the words: There is only one polar bear group, and it must be withdrawn!
Even if these ordinary soldiers had not participated in World War II, they had heard of this famous army, but now there is only this small convoy left, which makes people hardly believe it.

And their British army had almost no losses, so they formed a task force as a vital force and were sent to Xinxingli to connect with the polar bear group for rescue.

Major McLaughlin was very excited, because on the battlefield of World War II, the Americans always played the role of saving the world, and now it is finally their turn, the British!
"Full acceleration..."

Just when he was about to muster up his energy and continue to move forward, he heard some gunshots on the lake in front of him, and then the sound of artillery bombardment came, and there were faint yellow marks in the sky.

The artillery fire falling from the sky is not as bright as in the night, but the smoke clouds and orbits rising above are still clearly visible.

They blasted directly towards the ice surface with unstoppable power, and the sound was powerful in all directions!
"Warning! There are enemies firing..."

"Holy shit!"

The soldiers were startled by the sudden voice, and all of them lowered their waists slightly.

But most of them immediately realized that those gunshots were still far away from them, and they were still in the Changjin Lake area ahead.

A British military reporter yelled in the car: "I'm afraid the Polar Bear Group is fighting with the enemy again, Major, we have to rush to support!"

"Wait, listen..." Father Quinlan said suddenly.

His words surprised everyone, and after listening carefully, the artillery fire on the lake stopped quickly, and there was no sound of counterattack.

Major McLaughlin hurriedly raised the binoculars. He looked over from a distance, and the convoy that had just been moving on the lake had disappeared strangely.

He shouted: "Communication soldier, where did the communications soldier go? Report to me the situation ahead!"

Immediately, someone from a British reconnaissance platoon in front rushed back after hearing the news. He was terrified and said out of breath, "Sir, ahead, ahead..."

"Fuck! What's wrong in front? Have you been spoiled by a woman? How long have you been panting like this? Tell me!"

"No... Shangguan, the soldiers of the polar bear regiment in front are all wiped out!"

"What? You say it again?"

"The polar bear group is gone, Mr. Major!"

The correspondent's eager shouting became much louder, and the convoy in front heard it in an instant, and fell into a brief silence for a while.

Some soldiers who were still dozing off in the car woke up one after another:
"Ed, what happened?"

"Our goal is gone..."

"God, the Chinese have appeared again, have they fought all night without sleep..."

"Shut up all of them!"

McLaughlin growled.

Immediately, he pulled the correspondent to his side and said sharply, "Explain to me clearly! What do you mean by missing, such a large convoy..."

The communications soldier wiped off the non-existent cold sweat. After getting over the initial panic, he slowly calmed down and said quickly, "Sir, we didn't find the enemy, but there were sporadic gunfire. There are bullets on the face, but it doesn't seem to be harmful, no one cares, we are going to contact the polar bear to ask whether we can join forces..."

"But the artillery fire that followed followed the direction of the bullets, and shattered pieces of ice on the lake. I'm sure they planned it beforehand. That's how the U.S. army fell into the lake..."

After listening to his statement, everyone was taken aback.

Their contingent was followed by twelve tanks. At this moment, some soldiers were so startled that their hairs stood on end, and they quickly turned the barrels of the tanks, waiting for Major McLaughlin's order to attack forward.

"……It's him?"

Father Quinlan raised his head impressively, and muttered to himself: "He is here, he is here!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

McLaughlin turned around, "You know these enemies? Father."

The British military reporter who rushed over suddenly remembered: "I remember! You used to be in the [-]st Division of the U.S. Cavalry, where not long ago..."

"Is it familiar?"

"Is it really the Chinese devil that Fan Lun wrote..."

"Fuck! Tell me clearly, what are you two talking about!"

Major McLaughlin yelled at them angrily: "My target is gone, the Americans are gone, think about how I can explain it! Don't play riddles with me here, get out of the way, I'm going to blow them to death, these damn things of the Chinese..."

The priest said: "Mr. Major, I think you need to think twice, we are in trouble, this weird marksmanship is too familiar..."

The major looked at him blankly and angrily.

"Among the Chinese, there seems to be only one soldier who can do this to the best of our knowledge..."

"Who!"

The priest said slowly:
"The ghost!"

The task force that was parked in the valley became a little restless when they heard the conversation of the officers.

"Did you hear what the priest said?"

"I thought it was just a battlefield legend..."

"It's true, the priest has seen that mysterious Chinese with his own eyes!"

"God, how did that guy named Ghost appear here, our luck is so bad?"

The legend of the ghost was first disclosed by the British newspapers, and they believed in it, and even had it.

Because it was the Americans who suffered the crime before, they are willing to believe and exaggerate such a fact and news.

At this time, if such an opponent really descended on their heads, whether they believed it or not, it would not feel very good.

The British military reporter next to him immediately persuaded: "Sir, let's withdraw, the Americans are gone, why don't we go back first?"

The major thought for a while, he took a long breath, took out a cigar from his pocket, and put on a gentlemanly look:
"You're right, our mission has been completed, the Americans are dead, and it's the best explanation for us to bring this news back!"

As soon as he said this, the two US infantry company commanders who were rushing over looked at him in disbelief, and even the soldiers of the two companies behind him were a little strange.

"This is impossible!"

A US captain immediately said: "The enemy in front knocked the polar bear regiment into the lake right under our noses. This is a provocation! The enemy is right in front of us, Mr. Major, you are the commander and we respect you, but you are doing this Murder! You must attack or you will be court-martialed...”

"Come on, lads, that's our business in London, you don't need to worry about it. Everyone, send the order-ready to turn around and go back to the airport!"

McLaughlin turned around and immediately gave the order.

The captains of the two infantry companies refused to agree, the American soldiers hesitated amidst the wrangling of the officers, and did not know what to do, while the British continued to watch the show.

They are still far away from Changjin Lake, and it is safe here.

So they stopped again, and the rumbling tanks and cars turned halfway, neither advancing nor retreating.

But right now.

Suddenly, on the surrounding highlands, on the ridge that had been scouted without any movement or trace of the enemy, clusters of figures suddenly appeared.

They were originally wearing khaki cotton clothes, but now they wear cotton clothes outside, and the white lining just melts into the snow. When they stood up and appeared, many soldiers underneath hadn't noticed.

bang, bang, bang...

Regardless of the internal strife between the Americans and the British, the Volunteers quickly seized this opportunity, bit off the grenade cable, and threw it towards the convoy in the canyon.

And there are tens of thousands of such soldiers and such grenades in all directions!

"Enemy attack..."

In a hurry, some soldiers recovered from the shadow of the ghost and immediately shouted.

The tank was turning the turret, trying to bombard the mountain, but some Chinese appeared from nowhere with bundles of explosives, and sneaked towards the tank. Bundles of explosives were thrown into the turret while people were not paying attention. went in.

Boom!

The rapid explosion of several huge tanks woke up the entire valley, and also woke up many British soldiers who were still drinking.

They didn't realize until now that the enemy had already touched their heads!

"What? Where did the enemy come from, aren't they still on the other side of the lake?"

Major McLaughlin was pulled by me and the two captains of the U.S. military. He was shocked by the sudden attack and fell to the car. He bent over and was burned by a cigar on his cheek.

"Guys, quick! Use the tank, use the tank for me!"

McLaughlin hastily straightened his hat and called out:

"Don't be afraid of these Chinese, they are just human beings, we must not be surrounded by them here like a bear group! That's a stupid way-"

It is true that the sudden Chinese offensive was particularly fierce, but the high-speed machine guns on their remaining tanks quickly reacted and were sweeping the ground. Many Chinese enemies in their eyes could not resist the flesh and were instantly torn into pieces by the metal storm.

"Oh, God……"

But as soon as he finished speaking, some soldiers shouted in horror: "Be careful of white phosphorus bombs!"

That was the American soldiers shouting, because they saw the Chinese picking up cylindrical grenades one by one—they were the white phosphorus bombs they originally used as smoke bombs.

However, the U.S. military learned from the radio that the Chinese used their white phosphorus bombs to almost penetrate the army of polar bears!

"Run!"

The terrifying high temperature and endless flames have become the nightmare of many Americans, the last symphony of fleeing and retreating!
The soldiers of the British army also became chaotic. They still didn't quite understand the reason for the grenade. Seeing that the American soldiers were running, some half-drunk soldiers were still on the spot.

Because there are streams of smoke and fire slowly flowing down in the sky, the beautiful silence seems to be dreaming, but behind the beauty is another story...

(End of this chapter)