Washington, White House

When the artillery fire was raging at the Watergate Bridge, a deafening roar sounded in the presidential office of the White House.

“Fuck you！ MacArthur, this bastard, in such a short period of time, has lost so many American soldiers, and he still fights like this! ”

"Damn, how did I listen to his lies in the first place, the so-called Christmas Offensive is a joke, a joke!"

Truman tore up the battle report in his hand with all his might, roaring in anger, his eyes full of complicated expressions.

At this moment, in addition to the torn war reports on the ground, there are also reports on the Korean War by major Western mainstream media, which fully expose the embarrassment of the US military.

"Mr. President, maybe we shouldn't be angry, and we can find a solution to the problem by staying calm."

U.S. Secretary of State Acheson walked slowly, smiled and handed a cup of coffee to Truman, his face full of lightness.

"Acheson, MacArthur is bringing the Allies to the brink of destruction, do you have any good way to turn the tide of the war?"

Truman put away his anger and looked at the secretary of state with worried eyes, his heart full of anticipation.

Acheson was his number one thinker, and many of the major decisions of the Truman Cabinet were made by him.

He was a central figure in the Bretton Woods system, the designer and founder of the "Truman Doctrine", the "Marshall Plan" and NATO.

However, this time, Acheson did not directly give advice, but smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Oh Mr. President, you know, I was against this war from the beginning, we shouldn't have gone to war with the Chinese army."

Acheson hesitated for a moment, but still said what was in his heart.

"What? Like the international media, do you want to preach to me the strong combat effectiveness of the Chinese Volunteers? ”

When Truman heard this, his face darkened, and he looked at Acheson with a slightly cold look.

Obviously, if Acheson's answer did not satisfy him, he was afraid that he would hide the secretary of state in the Korean theater decision-making.

"Mr. President, we are at war with the wrong opponent, in the second echelon of the red camp."

"The United States is the master of the free world, and our opponent should be the Soviet Union."

"If we continue to fight with China, we will inevitably greatly weaken the strength of the country, which is what the Soviet Union wants to see the most."

Acheson calmly analyzed the international situation, turned his head to look at Truman and persuaded.

"You mean that we should avoid getting bogged down in the Korean War and make peace with the Chinese side as soon as possible?"

Truman frowned, clearly unhappy with the result.

"Mr. President, once the Chinese army blows up the Watergate Bridge and completely blocks the lifeline of the Eastern Front Army, there will be a vacuum in the strength of our army."

"When the time comes, the Volunteer Army will take a short rest and recuperate, and it will be completely possible to move south, cross the 38th parallel, and approach the South Korean regime."

Acheson pointed to the map of North Korea that had already been spread out on the table, and said with a worried face.

"If the Chinese army dares to cross the 38th parallel, we can completely mobilize the military ...... on the islands of Japan and Guam."

Truman was halfway through his rebuttal, but his voice stopped abruptly.

At present, international public opinion and the US Congress are already very dissatisfied, and once that step is really reached, then he is not far from stepping down.

Acheson looked at the silent Truman and smiled, realizing that he had finally persuaded the stubborn president.

"Mr. President, we are not seeking peace, but forcing China to sign a peace agreement and make outstanding contributions to peace in Asia."

Acheson sat down on a leather couch and comforted Truman with a slight squint.

"The Chinese army is in full swing, the allies are retreating, will they agree to all our conditions?"

Truman thought about the current situation and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Mr. President, we can immediately hold a press conference to put pressure on the Chinese side with nuclear weapons."

"In addition, secretly we can promise them some benefits, after all, China is not having a good time right now."

The corners of Acheson's mouth hooked, and the arrogance of the Americans finally emerged.

Truman's brows furrowed, and he hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded slightly and agreed.

"Mr. Acheson, do you have anything else to report?"

Truman picked up his coffee, took a sip and asked, looking at Acheson, who was still lingering.

"Yes, Mr. President, he has recently made a name for himself in the international media, and we need to pay attention to that little Chinese military god."

"He and his company have done so many miracles, the capture of Major General Smith and the destruction of the Polar Bear Regiment are worthy of our vigilance."

Acheson slowly picked up a newspaper and looked at it with interest.

"Such a small army and small people can actually make you pay attention, that is just a typical example of the morale of the volunteer army."

When Truman saw Wu Qianli's name for the first time, he didn't care about such a small officer at all, and directly shook off the newspaper with a cold snort.

Little did he know that the name would appear countless times in the future and shake the White House and the Pentagon.

"Mr. President, I mean maybe we should pay attention to this type of warfare and set up our own assault special forces."

"Think about it, if we had a force that advanced to the headquarters of the Volunteer Army, captured the commander on the opposite side, and defeated the main regiment of the Volunteer Army, what would the battle situation be like?"

Acheson looked at Truman with a determined gaze and said.

"This ......"

Truman's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

In fact, the United States formed a special forces as early as World War II, whose full name is the Marine Corps Commando, but it has not played much role in the Korean battlefield.

"This is a plan drawn up by the Defense Staff, and the military will train the most advanced special forces unit on the basis of the Marine Corps, named the Navy SEALs."

Acheson handed Truman a plan, apparently prepared.

Truman took the plan and looked at it for a long time, then nodded with a little satisfaction and approved the proposal.

Historically, the U.S. Navy SEALs were founded in 1962 and played a major role in the Vietnam War, allowing the world to understand modern special operations and pushing the use of special forces to a climax.

And now, under Wu Qianli's first application, the United States has been forced to advance the plan, and the course of history seems to have changed slightly.

"The affairs of the special forces are not in a hurry, and the first task now is to cover the Eastern Front Army so that our soldiers can successfully retreat to the port of Xingnan."

"Telegraph MacArthur, tell him to withdraw the troops from Changjin Lake at all costs!"

Truman's blue eyes revealed a hint of worry, glanced at the Watergate Bridge marker on the combat map, and said in a deep voice.

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Under the Pratunam Bridge

The thick water pipe leading to the pump house has been blown through a huge gap.

Wu Qianli and the others don't care about the White House on the other side of the ocean, they only have the firm determination to blow up the bridge in their eyes!

"Kill in, go straight to the US military command, and carry out the decapitation operation!"

Wu Qianli's eyes lit up, carrying a Thomson submachine gun, and rushed into the gap first.

"Yes!"

With a wave of his hand, Ping He followed Wu Wanli and the soldiers in, and the already dim environment instantly became even darker.

"Wanli, usually I'm afraid that something will happen to your kid, so I always take care of you and don't let you come nonsense."

"Now in the face of the US military in the meeting, you can 'fly' as far as you can, and you can bomb as much as you can!"

Wu Qianli walked cautiously forward, turned his head and whispered to Wu Wanli.

Unlike in the past, they now have to fight in an extremely narrow environment, and many times they have to rely on their own improvisation.

"Yes!"

Wu Wanli's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he understood that he had a high degree of battlefield autonomy, so he immediately responded happily.

The pipe was long and narrow, and everyone followed Wu Qianli for a minute, and gradually saw a glimmer of light in the distance.

"It's almost the bottom entrance of the pump room......"

Wu Qianli looked at the more and more obvious light and muttered in his heart.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, while a reconnaissance platoon soldier was marching, the gun accidentally hit the wall of the iron pipe, making a muffled sound with an echo.

"Bad ......"

Seeing this, Wu Qianli chuckled in his heart, and instantly became frightened, and a bad premonition emerged.

"Comrades, the safety is opened, the bullet is loaded, speed up the pace and rush over, the US military may have been alerted."

Wu Qianli said, immediately quickened his pace, and quickly rushed towards the light in the distance.

"Pong-"

Suddenly, there was a crisp metal crash, especially noticeable in the thick, empty water pipes.

I saw a grenade emitting white smoke constantly colliding with the metal wall of the water pipe, rolling in the direction of Wu Qianli and the others.

"Not good! It's a grenade, all get down! ”

Wu Qianli roared loudly, and the soldiers behind him fell to the ground reflexively, only Pinghe took a charging stance.

"Wanli, your brother Wu Baili died to save me, I'm sorry for you."

"Now that I'm protecting you, remember to fight a few more American devils for me!"

Pinghe shouted as he ran wildly forward, his eyes full of determination to see death as if he were at home.

"Get back to me, your life is reserved to kill the American devils!"

Wu Qianli shouted, overtook Pinghe at a very fast speed, and dragged Pinghe backwards, pulling him to the ground.

"Company commander!"

"Brother!"

At this time, Pinghe and Wu Wanli looked at the back of Wu Qianli's charge, and shouted loudly at the same time, their eyes widening like copper bells.

The grenade still rolled down towards Wu Qianli, and the white smoke suddenly decreased by a third, obviously a prelude to exploding.

"Dog system, the time slow bonus is open for me!"

When he was about to come into contact with the grenade, Wu Qianli immediately quickly meditated in his heart, and cold sweat soaked his back.

"Ding-Time Slow Bonus is on, everything in front of the host will proceed at 0.1 times the speed, and the effective time is two minutes, please cherish the host."

After the cold prompt sound of the system, the speed at which the grenade smashed into Wu Qianli suddenly slowed down, and even the white smoke slowly exhaled was clearly visible, less than a meter away from him.

"Go back!"

Between the lightning and flint, Wu Qianli flew up violently and kicked the grenade hard.

The grenade spun at high speed and flew towards its original entrance.

Two U.S. soldiers with submachine guns in their hands who were waiting to replenish their guns after the explosion saw the grenades flying back, and their eyes immediately widened in shock.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded in an instant, and a small cloud of fire engulfed the bodies of the two American soldiers, blowing them into rotten flesh on the spot.

The U.S. troops on the ground floor of the pump room looked at the situation at the entrance, and they were all dumbfounded, and they didn't even realize how the explosion could appear there.

"Pinghe, Wanli, I'll go and tear up the U.S. military's firepower network first, and you will rush in later listening to the whistle!"

Wu Qianli didn't want to waste the rare bonus, and after throwing down a sentence, he rushed out towards the entrance.

"Yes!"

When Pinghe reacted and answered, Wu Qianli had already rushed to the entrance, and his mighty back blocked the bright light of the entrance, pulling out a long silhouette.

“Fuck you！ The volunteers are in, shoot quickly! ”

A U.S. military officer was the first to react, immediately pulled out the Colt pistol on his waist, aimed it at Wu Qianli and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

A dull gunshot rang out, and the high-speed rotating pistol bullet flew towards Wu Qianli with a little white gas.

"Ridiculous!"

Wu Qianli looked at the three bullets flying slowly, dodged them very easily, and picked up the Thomson submachine gun and shot it in three directions.

"Da Da Da ......"

With the permanent bonus of 100 shots and 100 hits, the three targets within 150 meters were accurately hit by Wu Qianli.

Originally, under the firepower of dozens of American troops, Wu Qianli would not be able to kill the machine gunner, and he would eventually be shot into a sieve.

But he didn't hit people, but the "pineapple" anti-infantry grenade mounted on the chest of the US military!

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Three deafening explosions sounded, three clusters of red mushroom clouds rose up, more than a dozen American soldiers were killed on the spot, and the surviving American soldiers were also forced to lie on the ground, choking on thick smoke and coughing again and again.

At the same time, Wu Qianli had already picked up Thomson on his back, picked up the Garand rifle next to the American soldier's corpse on the ground, and quickly installed the grenade and smoke grenades.

"Beep-"

The sharp osprey whistle sounded, and the smoke bombs were also shot out by Wu Qianli, and the clouds of smoke were spreading rapidly.

"The company commander has succeeded, comrades, rush in!"

Pinghe shouted loudly as he rushed into the bottom floor of the pump room with the reconnaissance platoon fighters and quickly ran behind the bunker.

"Shoot, don't let the volunteers rush in!"

An American non-commissioned officer shouted and pounced on a Browning machine gun, aiming at the entrance to strafe fire.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, there was suddenly a bloody hole in the steel helmet of the US non-commissioned officer, and the whole person fell weakly in a pool of blood.

The white smoke from the muzzle of the sniper rifle in Pinghe's hand had not yet cleared, and he raised his gun again to aim at another American soldier.

However, the gradually spreading white smoke obscured his vision, and Pinghe had no choice but to give up and temporarily put down the muzzle of the sniper gun.

"In one minute, get rid of these American devils at the bottom of the pump room, kill them, go straight to the US military headquarters and the Watergate bridge deck, and behead and blow up the bridge!"

Wu Qianli raised his eyebrows and gave orders loudly.

Thanks to the second master of Longtan, who works on the construction site, and the monthly ticket 20200904000340335 voted by book friends~

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