202: Chapter 202 Battle of Chosin Reservoir
"Game Rating: 90. Your willpower surpasses that of an ordinary person; it is admirable."
Seeing this rating, Wang Ye finally came back to his senses from the game.
Feeling the lightness in his body, Wang Ye felt a lump in his throat.
It was hard, too hard.
This mission was too difficult.
He hadn't expected to be able to complete this mission.
This time, he was being carried along by the game.
If it relied on him alone, he would never have made it to the end.
The only pity was that he collapsed just as he reached Samso-ri.
He hadn't even had time to see what Samso-ri looked like before he lost consciousness.
Wang Ye looked at the livestream room, where the comments were flying by frantically.
"Brother Wang, you are too awesome; you are simply my idol."
"Damn, Brother Wang, you really made it to the end."
"I just entered the livestream room, what did I see? A score of 90, and you completed the mission? Even Old Kui next door isn't as awesome as you."
"I knew Brother Wang wasn't simple. I've thought highly of you, Brother Wang, since I was a kid."
Looking at these comments, Wang Ye showed a slight wry smile and said, "Brothers, this time I was just lucky, pure luck."
"If I had to do it again, I definitely wouldn't be able to hold on."
Hearing the words of the Netizens, the audience in the livestream room didn't believe him.
"Brother Wang, don't be so humble. If this was just luck, then very few people have any real skills."
"Brother Wang is still too humble. If it were me who had persisted, I would definitely show off a little."
Looking at these comments, Wang Ye shook his head again, his expression somewhat serious as he said, "Brothers, this is nothing to show off."
"This was out of necessity."
"Tell me, if everyone could ride in a truck, why would they need to run on foot? It's just because there weren't any, out of necessity, they could only let people race against cars to see who was faster."
Seeing Wang Ye so serious, the comments in the livestream room gradually quieted down.
Seeing this, Wang Ye returned to the campaign mode interface.
"Brothers, now let's take a look at another campaign."
"This is called the Battle of Lake Changjin."
As Wang Ye spoke, he clicked on the Battle of Lake Changjin.
As for the Battle of Samso-ri, experiencing it once was enough; experiencing it again would be nothing more than challenging himself once more.
But Wang Ye knew his own limitations; just because he could finish it this time didn't mean he could finish it every time.
It was incredibly difficult just that one time; if he had to do it again, he had no confidence at all that he could complete the run.
The attention of the audience in the livestream room was quickly drawn to the new campaign.
Looking at the Battle of Lake Changjin, the audience in the livestream room immediately began to discuss it, wondering what this battle would actually be like.
Entering the game, there was still an opening CG.
This CG told the story of the Battle of Lake Changjin.
As the screen appeared, a string of subtitles appeared before Wang Ye.
"November 1950, Northern Korea, Lake Changjin area."
On the screen, the wind and snow swallowed all sound.
The camera swooped down from high altitude, passing through lead-gray clouds and skimming over rolling mountains covered in snow.
The fierce wind whipped up ice particles, forming a pale mist in the air.
Then the scene shifted, freezing on an unnamed highland where several "ice sculptures" stood silently.
No, they were not ice sculptures.
As the camera zoomed in and the wind and snow gradually dissipated, the true appearance of these ice sculptures was revealed.
It was a row of Chinese Soldiers.
They were lying prone in the trenches holding their guns, muzzles pointed at the road below the mountain, with their fingers still on the triggers.
Their cotton hats and eyebrows were covered in frost, and their eyelids were frozen in an expression of firm determination from their last moment.
Some still had unexhaled white mist hanging at the corners of their mouths, as if they would leap up to charge in the next second.
But at this moment, they were forever stilled.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye's mouth hung slightly open.
He had a faint guess in his heart that these were people, but why had they turned into this state?
The audience in the livestream room was also watching quietly.
Just then, a string of subtitles appeared on the screen.
"November 28, 1950, 6th Company, 177th Regiment, 59th Division, 20th Army of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army."
"The entire company of 129 men held the position at Dead Eagle Ridge, all of them frozen to death, yet still maintaining their combat posture."
"Future generations call them the Ice Sculpture Company!"
After reading these subtitles, Wang Ye was exceptionally shocked.
So these were truly real people, yet now they stood like ice sculptures in the wind and snow.
To be able to freeze people into this state, just how low was the temperature?
Wang Ye was horrified; during the Battle of Samso-ri, he had already experienced just how cold the temperature was.
And now, this Battle of Lake Changjin was only a month away from the Battle of Samso-ri.
The temperature must be even colder.
There was no time for him to think more, as the CG continued to play.
"November 27."
The night was like ink, and on the snowfield, a troop was moving forward silently.
A pair of straw sandals stepped into the deep snow; the leg wraps had long been torn by ice shards, and the exposed ankles were frozen blue-purple.
The Chinese Soldiers hunched their backs, their cotton coats covered in ice shells, like a group of moving snowmen.
"Stop!" A person looking like an officer raised his hand, his voice hoarse, "Set the ambush right here."
The soldiers immediately dispersed, using bayonets to chisel the frozen earth to build fortifications.
At this moment, a young soldier seemed to be hungry; he took a raw potato out of his pocket, looking at this raw potato as if it were a treasure.
He rubbed the potato against his body, then put it to his mouth and took a bite, his teeth making a "click" sound.
It sounded as if he were biting into a stone.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye thought of the steamed corn bun he had just bitten into.
In such weather, anything containing moisture would be frozen as hard as a stone.
Wang Ye watched this scene, a lump forming in his throat.
"Sigh, it's too bitter."
At this moment, the scene shifted again, and Wang Ye looked over to see a brightly lit area of tents and campfires.
At this time, subtitles flashed by.
"Stationing area of the US 1st Marine Division."
Beside the campfire, a US 1st Marine Division soldier was drinking hot coffee, complaining about the bitter cold.
"This damn weather, it's too cold."
"Yeah, this really is a ghost of a place."
Inside a tent, a group of officers wearing military uniforms were gathered around a map table.
One of the officers pointed at the map and sneered, "In this kind of weather, the Chinese people can't even pull their gun bolts."
"Their equipment is not even as good as what our kids play with."
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the arrogant appearance of these US officers, Wang Ye felt a ball of fire burning in his heart.
He continued to watch.
On the screen, the sky began to brighten slightly.
A US military column appeared at the end of the road.
The tank roared as it crushed the ice, the tank commander poking his head out, yawning repeatedly.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted.
On the snowy slope, over a hundred small snow mounds erupted simultaneously!
"Fire!!!"
The bugle call for the charge tore through the cold wind, and countless Chinese Soldiers leaped out from the snow.
The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and these arrogant US soldiers ultimately paid the price for their arrogance.
When they believed it was impossible for these Chinese Soldiers to appear here, they appeared here nonetheless.
These Chinese Soldiers were like ghosts in the snow, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, constantly reaping the lives of these US soldiers.