Chapter 905 Fear

After more than a dozen soldiers died, Major Fleming realized that it was not safe to turn off the lights and lights in the dark. "Lie Wen" Net Ww W. ΔLie Wen. Cc Several platoons under him kept reporting attacks in the woods on both sides of the road.

"The attacker was covered in blood and he killed three of my soldiers with a bayonet."

"He approached us silently every time. My men are all hiding in the woods now, not even daring to breathe loudly. That guy can determine our position only by a little sound."

"Major, turn on the lights. Without lights, our soldiers are in utter terror."

Officers at the platoon level kept coming to report that the devil in the dark only attacked one target each time, but each time it happened in a different direction. No one knows exactly how many attackers were hiding in the dark, and now that the ban on turning off the lights has been abolished, no one wants to die for no apparent reason.

"Damn it, if the enemy has a mortar, they can kill you idiots one by one." Major Fleming was really fuming. In such a dark night, isn't the light on to show that the enemy will attack you quickly?

But when the US military major rushed to ask the soldiers to turn off flashlights and other lighting fixtures, he also saw several corpses dragged out of the woods.

His throat was cut with a knife, and his death was extremely tragic.

The soldier who was killed apparently struggled desperately before he died, but was killed without any warning to his companions. Their last distorted expressions all show the great horror of dying.

"Damn it, who is attacking us?" Major Fleming couldn't help being afraid. He simply hid in a 'Greyhound' armored reconnaissance vehicle and used the armor of the vehicle to protect himself. The headlights in front of the car bring great comfort to people.

Where there is light, the devil should not dare to appear.

Soon the lights of the entire convoy were on, and the officers realized that they were in a dangerous position, and hurriedly drove the vehicles to leave. They must get rid of the entanglement and find a place with no shelter and a wide view, so that they can take advantage of their strength and firepower.

"Damn bastard, come out for me." Major Fleming personally controlled the "Greyhound" artillery, and the turret was aimed at the side of the road, ready to shoot at any time.

The mountainous terrain in northern North Korea is accompanied by dense forests. The car lights shine on the trees on the roadside, creating various light and shadow shaking, but it also makes people unable to see the scene in the forest clearly. Everyone's spirits were highly tense. They didn't move forward at all this time, but began to turn around and retreat.

If the back road is unstable, move forward rashly,

Major Fleming would not do such a foolish thing. He already understood that he had met an opponent, and the army might be setting a trap for him.

After all, the current battlefield environment is complex, and the Nanbang army can no longer form a tight line of defense. The attack on the regiment's supply station shows that there are many loopholes on the battlefield that can be exploited. At this moment, Major Fleming couldn't help but feel a little regretful - if he had known that the Russian army would attack aggressively, he shouldn't have strayed too far from the main force.

The back team changed to the front team and ran away with a twist of the head. This southern stick company wanted to find a suitable place to build a solid position. Everyone felt that maybe they should wait until dawn before going to the regiment supply station. I hope the supplies will still be there by then.

But the rear team ran out two hundred meters, and there was another loud bang. One of the lead troop trucks exploded. The situation was exactly the same as the previous attack, the car body was blown up and burst into flames, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

"Damn it, I'm in big trouble now." The moment Major Fleming saw the flames soaring into the sky, his heart immediately sank like a lead weight. The reason why he didn't move forward was because he was worried that there was an ambush ahead, but now he found that he really underestimated the attacker in the dark.

That cunning guy planted at least two mines. He let the Nanbang convoy pass the first mine point, and then detonated the second mine point. When Major Fleming realized something was wrong and wanted to run, he detonated the first mine point, and the entire convoy was trapped.

"The situation is critical, we have to leave here." Major Fleming's forehead began to sweat, and now he really regretted that he came out too recklessly and foolishly crashed into the enemy's ambush.

Hearing the major say to 'get away', the driver of the m8 Greyhound immediately drove into the burning wreckage of the truck. At this time, only a seven or eight-ton armored reconnaissance vehicle can push the wreckage away and create a way for the convoy to escape.

The machine guns and turrets on the Greyhound were firing, and Major Fleming fired the guns himself, firing into the dark woods on either side of the road. He knew it wouldn't do much, but hearing a noise was better than nothing.

Seeing that his boss was firing, the soldiers below kept firing to embolden him. But when Major Fleming blasted out a few 37mm shells, he suddenly felt a burst of warm liquid splashing on his head, face and neck.

With a plop, the machine gunner standing on the open turret fell down and fell into the turret. Major Fleming wiped the blood from his face, and with the help of the light inside the turret, he could see that the machine gunner's neck was half missing. It looked like he had been shot.

The machine gunner was about to die, covering the wound on his neck with his hands, staring blankly at Major Fleming, who was close at hand, with blood bubbles in his mouth, unable to speak. Blood sprayed out from the gap in his neck, and emerged from the gaps in his fingers, quickly soaking his whole body.

"Who on earth is this attacking us?" Major Fleming was both disgusted and deeply terrified. He yelled at the driver: "For God's sake, get the hell out of here."

The m8 'Greyhound' kept hitting the wreckage of the bombed truck at full power, and finally pushed it to the side of the road. But after running a few times, the driver found that he couldn't see anything in front of him. He suddenly exclaimed: "Our car light is broken, someone knocked out our car light."

Without headlights, driving in the dark mountains is courting death. The broken road here has a lot of slopes and cliffs, and you will fall into it if you don't pay attention.

"Let the car behind lead the way." Major Fleming was also in a hurry, and quickly called a truck over the radio.

The truck drove no more than a hundred meters, when a grenade flew from the side of the road, smashed the window and threw it into the cab, and then exploded amidst the driver's screams. The driver was killed alive, and the car could not be driven.

The entire convoy immediately fired fiercely at the place where the bomb might be dropped, and Major Fleming even blasted more than a dozen shells in one breath. But when the frantic firepower stopped, the entire dark battlefield became dead silent again.

Major Fleming looked out through the observation hole of the Greyhound turret, and was about to cry, "Is the bastard who attacked us dead?"

Dead or not, don't you know if you try it?

Another truck was sent to the front as a scapegoat to lead the way. Major Fleming even forced dozens of soldiers to get out of the truck to be vigilant to the leading truck. As a result, the convoy ran for more than 100 meters like a snail crawling. A bullet shot from a long distance and hit the driver under the guidance of the headlights.

This time the convoy stopped again, and Major Fleming was completely frantic. (To be continued.)