Chapter 474: Chapter 227: [Dead Eagle Ridge: The Ice-Sculpted Company] (4k)_2

[Something’s not right, this should be Dead Eagle Ridge? I remember there should have been an ambush here on the previous map.]

[That’s right, this location is more suited for an ambush than anywhere else, I also remember there being an ambush.]

[They must have moved, maybe the Volunteer Army is using new tactics?]

[Even so, they should leave someone here, it would be a waste not to lay an ambush at this spot.]

[Exactly, you see those United States soldiers are being very cautious, they obviously think there’s an ambush here too.]

Watching the barrage in the streaming room.

Li Ran is also a bit puzzled, indeed.

Dead Eagle Ridge is a treacherous land on both sides, a perfect ambush site.

But now it’s completely empty.

Zooming out the ’real-time map’, there are still a few Volunteer Army ambush spots on the road behind Dead Eagle Ridge.

Why wouldn’t there be an ambush here?

Could it be a trick?

Luring the enemy in?

All sorts of reasons flit through Li Ran and Blue Star netizens’ minds.

Can’t blame them for overthinking.

But the Volunteer Army’s tactics are overwhelming the United States’ side.

If it weren’t for the United States’ overwhelming firepower, they would have been annihilated several times over by now, assuming equal levels.

As they consider the possibilities.

Suddenly!

A scream erupts from the front of the line:

"Enemy attack!!!"

The entire team goes on guard, quickly preparing for battle.

Li Ran and the Blue Star netizens are stunned.

Enemy attack?

A quick glance at the ’real-time map’ shows no ambush by the Volunteer Army?

But that’s what they’re shouting up ahead.

They must prepare for it.

Li Ran keeps to the back of the group, waiting for the fight to erupt in front.

But minutes pass.

Still no movement.

The United States soldiers look up and glance ahead.

The nearby United States soldiers who initially saw the enemy attack, also hesitantly stand up, and then, prompted by their officer, a few proceed to the site where the enemy was spotted.

They are shocked the moment they reach it:

"Oh my God...."

Each one stands frozen in place.

In the back, the other United States soldiers see no immediate threat, thus step forward gradually.

As they ascend the snowy slope, everyone stands motionless.

On the snow slope.

Row after row of Volunteer Army soldiers lay silently poised at their shooting positions, gun barrels pointing at the road below.

But they remain motionless.

Their bodies frozen stiff.

The entire company of soldiers, over a hundred Volunteer Army soldiers, were froze in their battle stance, right there.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The rifles in these Volunteer Army soldiers’ hands aim at the road, their eyes relentless forward, as if saying, "You can’t escape."

In Li Ran’s streaming room.

The chat was silent.

No one had expected this.

They speculated the Volunteer Army was luring the enemy deeper, speculated they had some new tactics.

But never thought the reason for no ambush at Dead Eagle Ridge was because an entire company, over a hundred soldiers, were frozen in combat position in the snow.

Silence among them all.

A United States veteran who fought from Riutang Village until now suddenly breaks down:

"My God! What kind of enemy are we fighting against?"

At Riutang Village, they didn’t break under the Volunteer Army’s relentless attacks day and night.

During retreat, getting ambushed continually, moving only 500 meters per hour, they still didn’t break.

But now.

Faced with Volunteer Army soldiers, even frozen to death but still in battle stance, a deep sense of helplessness surged within these United States soldiers’ hearts.

What kind of foes are they really up against?

Or rather.

Are these soldiers really human?!

How could soldiers possess such resolve!

They refuse to believe!

But the truth is so clearly laid out before them.

The United States soldiers begin searching the pockets of soldiers lying ahead at their officer’s command.

Moments later.

A heap of items accumulates in front of the United States soldiers.

There were bags of fried noodles clotted with flesh, the noodles inside frozen into hard blocks, half a bit-eaten frozen potato, a family photo frozen with blood.

There were many letters written in blood, and a few notes filled with writing.

Li Ran was quickly called over.

Seeing the United States officer asking him to translate the letters and notes, Li Ran earnestly took them and began,

"This is a Volunteer Army soldier’s last words to his family."

"To his father: Dad, your son might have to stay in Korea, remember to collect the 500 pounds of ration stamps from the government, don’t save them."

"To his little sister: Xiaohua, did you learn the characters brother taught you? When changing bandages for the wounded in the future, be gentle."

"Another one is to their supervisor, it says ’Please give it to Aunt Zhou in Laixi, Shandong, all three of her sons sacrificed themselves’."

After finishing.

Li Ran used words the United States side could understand, pointing to the first bloody letter, solemnly explained,

"This letter is to his father, stating ’Dad, I probably won’t make it back, remember to collect the martyr family’s ration tickets, don’t feel reluctant to use them.’ "

"In the Republic, it is honorable to die for the country, and the state compensates the family of fallen soldiers, this soldier’s dying concern was his family not using the food."

Li Ran pointed to the second bloody letter, and said,

"This one is to his sister, generally saying ’Sister, learning to read wasn’t in vain, always be gentle with the wounded.’ "

With the last letter, Li Ran paused for a moment, then said slowly,

"This last one is special, asking a comrade to pass it to an old Shandong woman named ’Aunt Zhou’, all three of her sons sacrificed here on this battlefield."

After Li Ran’s explanation.

Silence prevailed again among the surrounding United States soldiers.

Obviously absorbing this information.

After a while.

The United States officer slowly opens up:

"So....are they really not afraid to die?"

All three sons gone here.

What exactly are these soldiers doing? What drives them to fight the United States so relentlessly?

The United States officer pointed to the notes:

"And these?"

"What do they say?"

"How can anyone not fear death?"

Although the words were of skepticism, yet there was deep-rooted fear in his tone.

However.

In the next moment.

The content of the notes struck the United States officer’s face hard.

Li Ran read the notes and began to speak,

"This was a Volunteer Army soldier’s defiance against nature."

"He said...."

"Snow and ice! I will not bow to you, even if frozen to death, I shall proudly stand on my post."

When these words were translated into a language the United States could comprehend.

The entire battlefield turned silent.

No one spoke.

Only the cold wind wailed around their ears, much like the murmurs of fallen souls.

At that moment.

They realized, they truly couldn’t defeat these ’enemies’.

...

The snow and wind still howled, and the battle continued.

In the Riutang Village region, the United States forces had suffered numerous ambushes in just this 21-kilometer stretch, losing more than a thousand troops, abandoning hundreds of howitzers, trucks.

Dozens of tanks and armored vehicles were destroyed.

And all of this.

Was achieved solely with rifles and grenades by those Volunteer Army soldiers.

Many Blue Star players believed.

If only the Volunteer Army had more heavy weapons, the United States Marine Division 1 would likely be completely annihilated in the Changjin Lake region.

Unfortunately, there’s no if.

As the main forces of the United States Marine Division 1 from Riutang Village linked up with the Lower Chosin Reservoir’s headquarters, they began retreating towards Gutu-ri, Water Gate Bridge direction.

The distance from Lower Chosin Reservoir to Gutu-ri was only a few tens of kilometers.

But the ambush sites were several times more than the stretch from Riutang Village to there, one could even imagine what kind of death march awaited the United States Marine Division 1.

Though from Gutu-ri to Water Gate Bridge, there weren’t large ambushes by Volunteer Army.

Many Blue Star viewers already noticed sections of Volunteer Army troops bypassing Gutu-ri, rushing towards Water Gate Bridge.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com