200: Chapter 200 Long Live Army
At this moment, the scene shifted.
A US military convoy roared forward on the highway, tank tracks crushing the snow, and headlights illuminated the pitch-black night sky.
Inside a vehicle, a soldier puffed on a cigarette, complaining about the freezing weather.
An officer stared at the map and scoffed, "Chinese? They can't possibly be faster than wheels."
Wang Ye watched this segment and could tell that these were all white men.
Is New Huaxia fighting against Westerners?
Wang Ye suddenly thought of the International Settlement he encountered in Shanghai during the Battle of Shanghai.
Upon learning what the International Settlement was, he had been exceptionally furious.
Now, New Huaxia was facing off against these Western powers.
Wang Ye continued watching the CG, wanting to see what would happen next.
The scene changed; Chinese Soldiers were climbing steep slopes, their fingers digging into rock crevices, blood staining the frozen earth red.
A signalman carrying a radio suddenly vomited blood and collapsed; a comrade beside him grabbed the radio and kept sprinting.
The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the sky began to brighten.
A line of subtitles appeared on the screen.
"Time: November 28, 1950, 5:17 AM. After 14 hours and a forced march of 145 li, they successfully arrived at Samso-ri."
Countless Chinese Soldiers were seen holding dry rations, having run for 14 consecutive hours. Having just finished the 145-li run, they rushed toward the battlefield again without any rest.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was incredibly shocked.
"Are these Iron Men? How can they still fight after running for so long?"
The viewers in the livestream room couldn't help but gape in astonishment when they saw this.
At this moment, there wasn't a single comment in the livestream room.
They were all immersed in the CG, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
The scene continued.
Looking down at Samso-ri from high above, it was a narrow pass, with mountain ridges on both sides like the fangs of a giant beast.
The enemy vanguard's tanks were only about 800 meters away from the pass.
And they were still closing in.
Wang Ye felt a bit nervous watching this.
The Chinese Soldiers in the CG only had guns in their hands, but the enemy had tanks.
Infantry versus tanks was simply not a fair fight.
Unless they had a Magnetic Mine.
But he didn't see the Chinese Soldiers inside carrying such weapons.
If they had a Magnetic Mine, it would be better than guns and grenades, no matter what.
After all, the lethality of a Magnetic Mine against a tank was real.
The CG camera angle arrived at a snowy area.
In the snow, dozens of "snow piles" trembled slightly.
A pair of eyes opened beneath the snow.
"Fire!"
The "snow piles" burst open, and countless Chinese Soldiers leaped from the snow, their gun barrels spitting out blazing tongues of fire.
The enemy tank driver below had just taken a bite of canned food when bullets pierced the windshield.
A grenade spun in the air and landed in the center of the enemy convoy.
Then, a violent explosion rang out, and the grenade blossomed into brilliant sparks in the snow.
After being attacked, the enemy's machine guns fired wildly at these Chinese Soldiers.
A series of blood splatters burst open on the snow, but the sound of charging footsteps never ceased.
A Chinese Soldier was hit and fell, and his comrade behind him stepped on his shoulder to leap into the trench.
On the snowy ground, a Chinese Soldier held a red flag, also charging forward.
Just then, the flag-bearer holding the red flag was shot in the chest.
The Chinese Soldier's body stood straight; he could not let the red flag in his hand fall.
However, his constantly flowing blood was draining the strength from his body.
As his body slowly tilted, the military flag tilted as well.
Just at the moment when the Chinese Soldier was about to fall.
The next second, several hands grabbed the flagpole simultaneously and thrust it fiercely into the frozen earth.
"A man may fall, but the military flag must not!"
The resounding, powerful voice echoed over the snow.
The bright red flag fluttered in the smoke, and countless Chinese Soldiers rushed past it.
The battle continued; on this cold, snowy plain, smoke filled the air, dyeing the sky with a hazy gray mist.
These Chinese Soldiers charged toward the enemy tanks regardless of their own safety.
Even though they had gone through a forced march of over a dozen hours, they still charged heroically, fearless of life and death.
Finally, the battle ended.
On the snowy plain, the scattered US military vehicles were still burning, black smoke billowing into the sky.
The camera slowly panned across the entire battlefield.
At this moment, a Chinese Soldier leaned in the trench, his finger still on the trigger, but he had already frozen solid.
Another Chinese Soldier was curled up in the snow, clutching a machine gun tightly in his arms, yet a smile played on his lips.
On the snow, a line of crooked handwriting was swept away by the cold wind:
"Third Platoon, in position."
Morning light spilled down, shining on this battlefield that had just fallen silent.
In the distance, more Volunteer Army troops were arriving; the dark mass of figures flooded over the mountain ridges like a tide.
Watching this scene, Wang Ye let out a sigh of relief.
They won, they finally won.
At this moment, subtitles appeared on the screen again.
"The 38th Army, 113th Division, conducted a forced march of 145 li in 14 hours, seized Samso-ri 5 minutes before the enemy, and cut off the US military's retreat."
"In this battle, the Chinese military annihilated over 3,300 US troops and captured hundreds of tanks and vehicles."
"After the battle, the Supreme Commander issued a commendation: Long live the 38th Army!"
With this, the game CG ended.
After watching it, Wang Ye couldn't snap out of it for a long time.
And the viewers in the livestream room, after a dozen seconds of silence,
finally began to post comments.
"Damn, this is too epic."
"I'm already crying; they went all out."
"In freezing weather, a 145-li forced march in 14 hours, and then fighting the enemy—the key is they actually won."
"Long live the 38th Army!"
"I was stunned; I just came to my senses."
"I only have one sentence: awesome. Our Chinese nation is the greatest nation."
Looking at the comments in the livestream room, Wang Ye let out a long breath.
"Brothers, just because of this CG, I will continue playing this game no matter how bad it is."
"Of course, just because of this CG, this game won't be bad."
"I can't wait to get in and play."
As Wang Ye said this, his screen went black.
When he regained consciousness again.
What he felt first was the cold, and only then the light as he opened his eyes.
"Hoo!"
Wang Ye exhaled a breath of cold air, and the white mist condensed into frost before him.
He looked down and saw that he was wearing a thin cotton military uniform, his feet were in worn-out straw sandals, and his fingers were frozen purple, gripping an old-fashioned rifle tightly.
He took a step forward and felt ice shards piercing the flesh of his feet, the pain making him panic a little.
"Wang Erdan! Don't just stand there! Keep up!"
A low shout came from behind.
Wang Ye turned around and saw a veteran with frostbite all over his face glaring at him.
The man's lips were chapped, his exhaled white breath carried the smell of blood, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.
Wang Ye was slightly stunned, but he quickly realized that the veteran must have been calling him.
It was just that the name "Wang Erdan" made the corner of his mouth twitch; he couldn't help but find it hard to bear.
Wang Ye hurried to keep up, but after just a few steps.
The pain in his feet caused him to fall to the ground.
Hearing the commotion behind him, the veteran immediately ran to Wang Ye's side and pulled him up.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like a different person? Didn't you run pretty fast just now?"
"Don't dilly-dally, we have to run to Samso-ri; there's no time to rest."