The collapse was so fast that the United States couldn’t even react in time to deploy troops.
The US 24th Division and the British 29th Brigade were caught off guard and severely damaged or completely annihilated.
The temperature plummeted to more than minus 20 degrees.
Over on Jin Bin’s side, he and other southern puppet troops took turns standing guard, crowded in the hastily dug trenches, huddling together to preserve what little warmth they had.
Jin Bin closed his eyes, hoping for a button to appear to skip the scene.
But someone started discussing the fearsome ’Republic’ soldiers first.
"I heard they blow a horn before attacking?"
"It’s not a horn, it’s a whistle."
"The sharp whistle means death is coming."
Listening to these southern puppet troops talk about the ’Republic’ Volunteer Army soldiers with awe and fear, Jin Bin couldn’t help but shake his head and listen with his eyes closed.
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A sharp whistling sound pierced the night sky.
A shell landed less than 50 meters from the frontline, its massive explosion flinging shockwaves and frozen soil everywhere.
Next came whistle after whistle of sharp sounds.
This was an offensive launched by the main forces of the Volunteer Army, shells raining down like raindrops, someone screaming:
"Enemy attack! Take cover!!"
In his trench, Jin Bin heard the panicked screams:
"Ah! I’ve been hit by a stray bullet!"
Jin Bin looked over, only to see a chunk of frozen soil had struck an unfortunate soldier’s head, who was now clutching his bleeding head with fear on his face.
From the rear trench came the panicked screams of the lieutenant from earlier:
"Prepare for battle! They’re coming up!"
Upon hearing the command, the southern puppet troops around him frantically grabbed their weapons, intuitively crouching behind fortifications, ready to face the Volunteer Army’s charge. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
In the next moment....
A sharp charge horn pierced the night sky.
The urgent charge horn sounded from all directions, heading towards ’Hengcheng’.
The deafening sound erupted, countless shadows appeared all around.
A flare shot into the sky.
Finally, the southern puppet troops on the battlefield saw the Volunteer Army rushing like a tide from all directions, the killing intent in thousands of eyes.
Making the already cold night even colder.
Fear spread like a plague.
When the Volunteer Army’s gunfire opened up, someone shouted:
Igniting the panic among the southern puppet troops.
The entire battlefield burst into chaos.
Some dropped their guns and ran to the rear, some knelt on the ground crying desperately, while others crazedly fired into the darkness.
The lieutenant from earlier was shouting angrily ’No running’, continuously shooting at deserters with his pistol, and Jin Bin ran while turning his head to look.
That crazed puppet lieutenant stopped in his tracks, a bullet went through the back of his head, his eyes exploded with blood spray, and he fell uncontrollably into the trench.
Jin Bin was shocked and stumbled.
Rolling on the ground.
The shouts of assault were already closer, boom boom boom boom!
Grenades exploded around him.
Jin Bin tried to get up, suddenly a foot pinned him down, then came an angry shout:
"Surrender and you won’t be killed!"
The shout shook Jin Bin’s eardrums painfully.
The rifle he had was forcibly taken away.
While the bayonet gleamed coldly just three inches from his eyes, Jin Bin froze, maintaining his still position, his eyes darting around observing the surroundings.
In the distance echoed the shouts of "Surrender and you won’t be killed."
Even more was the rout of the southern puppet troops, fleeing desperately, one after another falling under the guns of the Volunteer Army soldiers.