Chapter 985 Feng Shui Turns

In the bitterly cold night, the ground is covered with snow. The fastest update, Colonel Puller, who couldn't get back home, led a team to lie on a hilltop inside and outside Gutu, followed by hundreds of unlucky people who were in trouble together. They were cold and hungry, and they all complained.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team into Gutuli, and the momentum of the hurricane assault was unstoppable. Most of the combatants throughout the ring were taken by Colonel Puller, and those who remained either surrendered or fled into the wilderness. Colonel Puller gathered another two or three hundred of them, and was trying to fight back to regain their lair.

"Those bloody bureaucrats, are they going to let us all die in the wild?" Colonel Puller kept cursing.

Air support was called, but only a few 'pirates' came and shot at the ground. Asked for airdrops of food and medicine, but was chased away by the volunteers, and all the supplies left behind were cheap for the enemy. Asked to withdraw from the battle, but was forced to come back to die by the military order.

Colonel Puller has gathered about 800 soldiers in total, which is quite a number but lacks weapons and equipment. Many people lost their weapons when they fled, and now they can only use nothing.

It's okay to be empty-handed, but these 800 people have nothing to eat. The U.S. military does not have the ability to endure hunger and starvation. The cold winter consumes a lot of physical strength, and many people feel unable to walk after two hungry meals.

If you can endure without food, then without water is a great difficulty. Thirst made this batch of fleeing US soldiers only get some snow water to stuff into their stomachs, but they immediately expressed discomfort with the usual supply of hot drinks, and paid the price for diarrhea.

Among the more than 800 people, there are hundreds of wounded and sick, and most of them have diarrhea. In the winter, they pout their buttocks and have diarrhea in the cold wind. As a result, their buttocks will be frozen into two pieces of ice lumps.

Some wounded and sick people were unable to take care of themselves due to the severe decline in physical strength caused by repeated diarrhea, and the shortage of medical staff made it difficult to take care of them. No kidding, the Volunteer Army has encountered this kind of situation in large numbers, and it is very difficult.

Since there is no resting place that can shelter from the wind and cold, and there is no warm and comfortable house to rest, and the wounded and sick need to be taken care of by manpower, the more than 800 U.S. troops are all in pain.

However, Colonel Puller did not easily lose his will to continue fighting. He worked hard to encourage his subordinates, constantly boosted their morale, and tried to unite the eight hundred people.

At present, His Excellency the Colonel is thinking of organizing a counterattack. It is said that this is the will of Commander MacArthur. Volunteers can survive and fight in the wild, and he feels that he should be able to too. Not to mention washing away the shame of defeat, anyway... let's get something to eat.

When he got close to Gutuli, Colonel Puller didn't dare to move on. He raised a telescope on a hilltop to observe the road down the mountain. What surprised him most was that there was a lot of traffic on the road, which was extremely lively.

"These yellow monkeys actually organized a large number of vehicles for transportation?" Colonel Puller realized that these were vehicles seized from Gutuli. He was surprised that the enemy could use these vehicles so quickly, "Where did they come from so many driver?"

The efficiency of using vehicles to maneuver on the road is much higher than that of manpower walking, and Colonel Puller already has a deep understanding of this. He saw that one car after another brought a large number of soldiers from the north, and saw these cars return to the north with a large amount of supplies from the ancient soil, which was a big trouble.

"Notify the division headquarters in Xiajieyu that the Japanese army has pulled at least six howitzers and twelve heavy mortars to attack them." Colonel Puller knew that he would be scolded to death by his colleagues for sending this message, because these The heavy weapon was lost in his hands.

Continuing to observe, Colonel Puller found that at least 3,000 volunteer soldiers had gathered in Gutuli. These people re-armed with the supplies stored in the ancient soil. Guns, clothes, and food can double the combat power of these enemies struggling in the bitter cold.

"Damn it!" The more Colonel Puller watched, the more uncertain he became. This feng shui took turns. In the past, the U.S. military had strong firepower and abundant supplies. Now it's his turn to lead a group of remnants of defeated generals to eat wind and drink farts in the wild,

Live miserably.

Thinking about the only heavy weapons in his hand are a few small 60 mortars, Colonel Puller can only lower his attack target and return to the lair. It is impossible, but at least he must destroy the ammunition depot in the lair. Never leave those ammunition to the enemy.

"I need a group of brave Marines to participate in the next battle." Colonel Puller summoned his officers, but there were really some people who were willing to fight for the honor of the Marine Corps. Among the "fourth class" there are still many warriors who dare to sacrifice.

More than three hundred soldiers in relatively good condition were summoned, and Colonel Puller appointed a major as the commander of the commando, and asked him to go into Gutuli and blow up the warehouse of the transport company where the ammunition was stored, "I will use mortars to create chaos. , and take the rest of the people to meet you on the periphery."

In the present situation, the task of fighting in the ancient soil is tantamount to self-sacrifice. The majors of the Marine Corps who could be selected saluted with their feet together, and said in a solemn tone: "Marine Corps, always be loyal."

Set off!

More than 300 U.S. troops approached Gutuli. They didn't want to take the effort to occupy the hills around the river beach. It would take too long to fight like that. It is not the best choice, but the most direct way to launch an attack and assault into Gutuli. intersection.

It's just that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very distressing. In order to ensure smooth transportation, the Volunteers deployed a large number of sentry posts on the roads they controlled. As soon as the assault marines approached, they were enveloped by bright flares, and then the two sides began to exchange fire.

In order to transport away the supplies in Gutu, the 60th Division hoarded heavily here and would never allow any loss here. then…….

"Call for tank support, bomb these sons of bitch Yankees to death." A volunteer platoon leader in charge of guarding the road shouted excitedly while grabbing the Motorola walkie-talkie he had just learned to use. In the past, when encountering a surprise attack by the enemy, they could only stick to it, but this was the first time they called for tanks to support the field.

Now that I say this, I feel really happy!

The tanks from Gutuli came very quickly, and a lighter 'Sherman' ran out like flying. Standing on the turret was a "rookie" commander trained by short training, holding a binoculars and shouting: "Three hundred meters ahead on the left, cluster targets, one grenade shot."

The gunner in the car was actually under Zhou Qingfeng's men. After turning the turret to find the target, he fired five or six shells in one go. The machine gun in front of the car was rattling endlessly, and a two-hundred-round ammunition belt was fired directly.

Such a firepower crit, refreshing!

This is a machine gun and a cannon. With a bang, a battalion-level charge on the opposite side was repelled. Lack of anti-tank weapons, no matter how brave the marines are, they don't want to go up and blow up tanks.

The Volunteer Army's tanks even simply stopped on the side of the road, chasing the retreating enemies with artillery and continuing to fight. The volunteer soldiers in charge of guarding and defending the roads were all pleasantly surprised. The battle was fought comfortably and comfortably!

But Colonel Puller, who was still thinking about responding later, was paralyzed. The Volunteer Army in his memory didn't have such a quick response, let alone such a strong firepower. But in the current situation..., he could only sigh, "We did our best, don't let the lads die in vain, tell them to retreat."

Your Excellency the colonel is telling the assault marines to retreat for future battles. But the Marine Corps major who vowed to be "always loyal" did not come back. After being chased by tank artillery and machine guns for more than a hundred meters, he simply led the team to surrender!

This time, there is no need to die in vain. rw