Chapter Nine Hundred and Eighty Sixth: Rushing to Kill the Enemy

Back then, Deputy Commander Lin led Siye into the Northeast during the counterattack. At that time, Little Japan was finished, and all kinds of equipment were either concentrated in the cities or scattered in the countryside, so the soldiers in the four fields collected weapons and equipped themselves everywhere.

Later, when Mr. Chang fought a civil war, the four fields came in from outside the customs. They were all armed with Japanese weapons, and they were so blinding that they made people mad. Of course, his fighting power also exploded in an instant, and it was a prestige to catch the elite of the party and the country and beat him up again and again!

But when comparing Japanese machines with American machines, it is really a sky and a ground. The supplies of a regiment-level garrison in Gutuli alone made the 60th Division of the Volunteer Army a fortune. Not to mention weapons and ammunition, the medical company attached to the 1st Marine Regiment alone could be regarded as a treasure by a group of local turtle officers.

However, Zhou Qingfeng was still desperately agitating, and kept preaching to the leaders above the regiment level he could get in touch with: "What is Gutuli? There are more Xingnan Ports! According to the captives, there are more than 10,000 trucks in Xingnan Port alone. Five thousand vehicles, all kinds of materials add up to a total of 350,000 tons."

What is the concept of 350,000 tons? When the volunteers heard this number, all they could imagine in their minds was a mountain of treasures. You must know that with the current logistics capabilities of the local turtles, even if the U.S. military did not carry out aerial strangulation, they would not be able to transport 350,000 tons of supplies.

Because the era when rags and tattered clothes are treasures is really poor!

What Zhou Qingfeng said made the blood of the Sixtyth Division go up and down. Xingnan Port is simply a big piece of fat, and it makes people feel sorry if they don’t take a bite. When the reconnaissance company sent back a message saying that the third division of the U.S. Army blocking the way was bombed by Zhou Qingfeng with heavy casualties. Wulaoli.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him! Even if Xingnan Port can't be taken down, at least they have to pick up the Yang Luo of the third division of the U.S. Army, and they must not let go of the big fish belly that has just been hit hard.

It was already nine o'clock at night, but the 60th Division, who had been fighting hard for a day, was full of energy and spirit, and their morale was extremely high. After eating and drinking, they all screamed.

It was originally decided that the disabled 178th regiment would be the first to go out as the assault team. In the end, the division felt that this plan was too conservative, and decided that the 178th Regiment would stay in Gutuli, and the 179th and 1802 Regiments, which were better preserved in strength, would serve as commandos and follow Zhou Qingfeng out.

And Zhou Qingfeng's independent tank platoon under the regiment was immediately expanded into a fast column under the division, and its strength increased to a battalion. Zhou Da was promoted on the front line and became acting battalion commander.

The rest of the tank platoon all rose to heaven, the platoon deputy became the battalion deputy, the 'old machine gun' became the company commander, and the 'Zhao Glasses' who joined later became the battalion instructor in the blink of an eye.

"Time waits for no one. The fast column set out immediately to take Wulaoli and open the way for the troops to attack later." The leaders of the 60th Division also felt that they wanted to expand the results of the battle and better support the main forces in Liutanli and Xiajieyuli. battlefield.

The chief gave the order, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately drove the IS-7 and headed straight to Wulaoli in the south with a group of arrogant soldiers. Right behind him were more than 2,000 people from the 179th Regiment who were reorganizing and preparing to set off on trucks. All the American weapons also used armored vehicles equipped with machine guns and small cannons to lead the way, with a high-spirited look.

At this moment, Wulaoli, more than 20 kilometers away, is full of mourners. The 65th regiment who originally wanted to kill Gutuli couldn't leave, so they had to turn around and go back to rescue the 33rd regiment who had been bombed and couldn't take care of themselves.

Wulaoli is not the focus of the US military's defense. The terrain here is relatively open, and there are no complete fortifications at all. The sixty-five regiments who came back were helpless against the burning petrol bombs everywhere. They could only rescue some of the wounded from the fire as much as possible and comfort their frightened companions.

However, people were unlucky enough to drink cold water, and the third division went to the battlefield tremblingly. They had no confidence in winning due to their poor combat power. Now the innocent suffered a bombardment, and the 65th regiment found that the Nanbang soldiers in the division had fled again during the rescue process.

Fuck!

"Organize a supervising team for me,

Anyone who dares to flee will be shot immediately! "The head of the 65th regiment was so angry that he had to deal with the problem of deserters in such a difficult time. The furious US military was even more red-eyed, and urgently needed to find a weak chicken to vent.

Wulaoli is a place where rivers meet, where the wrinkled mountains become flatter, and the convenience of the terrain allows deserters to have many escape routes. Due to the large number of the third division and the fire in Wulaoli, some of the Nanbang soldiers of the 65th regiment did not go south, but fled to the north in a daze.

Colonel Harris, the head of the 65th regiment, sent an armored convoy to the north to pursue the fleeing Nanbang soldiers. After all, if the desertion behavior was not curbed, this unit would really be unable to fight in the future.

It was Colonel Dahmer of the Second Battalion who was responsible for leading the pursuit. He took an M19 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun and crossed the cordon of the regiment's reconnaissance unit with a stomach full of anger.

And when the colonel chased him less than two kilometers away, he found about a hundred Nanbang deserters running around on the road. But before the colonel issued a warning, it was discovered that this group of deserters were not fleeing northward, but ran back from the north in desperation.

Huh..., could it be that these Nanbang soldiers realized their mistakes and decided to reform themselves?

Colonel Damore was baffled at first, but he soon discovered that the reason why this group of deserters fled back was because a group of more ruthless ones came behind them. With rumbling tracks and ferocious night dew, Zhou Qingfeng's fast column took an hour to run more than 20 kilometers of mountain roads and came to kill them.

"Tank!" The machine gunner in charge of watching the road on the leading armored vehicle exclaimed shrillly. The vehicle he was sitting in was hit by several small-caliber armor-piercing bullets and was shattered.

Since the IS-7 has a high-power infrared night vision device, it can also move forward covertly without turning on the lights. When the members of the 2nd Battalion of the 65th Regiment of the U.S. Army saw the enemy rushing out of the darkness, it was too late to escape.

"Get ready to fight!" Colonel Damore subconsciously shouted this sentence, but after shouting, he found that he couldn't fight at all. In order to chase deserters, he brought fast armored vehicles and trucks, not tanks at all.

In fact, it would be useless even with a tank. Zhou Qingfeng, who was leading the attack, didn't even use his main gun to hit the thin-skinned armored vehicles in front of him. He only used a 40mm secondary gun.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was leaning out, put away his precious night vision goggles, closed the turret hatch and said to his subordinates: "The mortar fires a flare, and then hunts freely."

The advantage of the tank lies in its maneuverability. The IS-7, which was soaring at a high speed, ran over the bodies of several Nanbang deserters, and directly crashed into the middle of Colonel Damore's convoy, like a gust of howling wind.

The continuous firing of the secondary artillery is like the sound of war drums urging killing intent. The gunner looks for the target on his own scope, and uses the muzzle to create a burning flame field on the enemy's line until it breaks through the enemy's line.

The three IS-7s were like sharp knives, their sharp edges pierced into Colonel Damore's team, and they set the leading four or five vehicles on fire with one encounter.

In the weak counter firepower, some U.S. troops want to turn around, some U.S. troops want to fight back, and some don't know what to do at all. They can only describe the current predicament on the radio desperately, and then ask their battalion commander what is going on? How to do?

As a heavy tank with a generational advantage, the IS-7 has a very good chassis, and its maneuvering speed is still fast in harsh terrain. After it enters the front line, it immediately penetrates behind it, attracting the enemy's attention.

This trick is extremely effective for the US military. As long as there is an enemy on the side or behind the buttocks, the American soldiers will immediately feel extremely anxious and want to retreat.

Zhou Qingfeng used this tactic time and time again, and the "Pershing" vehicles that were also following him hid in the dark and fired secretly, using the flares fired by Zhou Qingfeng to silently kill the enemy. The cannons rumbled in the dark night, and the U.S. troops who were beaten had no choice but to abandon their vehicles and flee.

In the future, Van Fleet of the U.S. military will engage in "tank splitting warfare", which is to use the armored firepower and speed of tanks to try to smash through the defense lines of the volunteers.

But now Zhou Qingfeng is more ruthless than Van Fleet. IS-7 can run at a high speed of 30 kilometers per hour on rugged mountain roads, and has almost unsolvable frontal armor and powerful firepower. After the three IS-7s entered the enemy's formation, they didn't turn back at all. This stab directly stabbed the enemy's heart.

Shock, hit, hit! Zhou Qingfeng, who rushed into the enemy's interior, did not come to seek to kill many enemies, but to make trouble. At present, there is chaos in the five elders, and many US troops who have just stabilized their emotions are thrown into chaos by the sudden appearance of IS-7.

After making a few rounds in Wu Lao Lane, Zhou Qingfeng shouted loudly on the radio: "People from the 179th Regiment are coming up, and the fast column immediately gathers with me. Our target is not the trash of the 3rd Division, What we want to fight is Xingnan Port, the headquarters of the U.S. Tenth Army!"