Chapter 947 Tank Shock
The battlefield environment is complex, and various noises and situations are constantly happening. When the First Battalion of the 347th Regiment of the Volunteer Army who was in charge of the offensive spared their savings and bombarded the position of the 2nd Battalion of the 8th U.S. Cavalry Regiment with hundreds of mortar shells, it was not a big deal that an anti-aircraft vehicle was blown up. .
Under stressful conditions, most soldiers focus on a small area in front of them. Only the officer in charge of the command will spread his energy a little bit, and learn more about other aspects of the situation.
An M16 half-track anti-aircraft vehicle at the front exploded, and the broken parts and stumps flying all over the sky made the nearby American soldiers bow their heads to avoid at most. Lieutenant Colonel Walton, who was in charge of commanding this place, glanced at it, and only expressed regret for his own loss.
This should be hit by the enemy's mortar shell, right? May God bless the other American soldiers who are still alive!
"The anti-aircraft vehicle on the left doesn't move, let the two on the right retreat 20 meters." Lieutenant Colonel Walton felt that the shells on the right fell more, "fire more flares, and find the mortar of the yellow monkey Positions. Get the artillery ready, we've got to take out those nasty guys."
His Excellency, the lieutenant colonel, commanded well and quickly responded to the new situation. The U.S. troops who received the order also took action. But within half a minute, another M16 anti-aircraft vehicle was bombed into the sky with a bang. Just now one was blown up on the right, and now one is blown up on the left.
Lieutenant Colonel Walton had to turn his head and shift his attention to the left, "Hurry up, hurry up, and pull back the anti-aircraft vehicle on the left by 20 meters. The formation should be dispersed and not too dense."
"Sir, should we launch a reverse assault?" A staff officer suggested. The U.S. troops currently gathered at the three-way intersection are just sticking to it, and they seem to be passively beaten. It was okay if there was no loss before, but now that the two anti-aircraft vehicles have been blown up, it can't be justified if they don't move.
Just moving the anti-aircraft vehicle is really "treating the head when the head hurts, and treating the foot when the foot hurts", and it cannot fundamentally change the situation on the battlefield.
However, Lieutenant Colonel Walton has already accumulated a lot of tanks and armored vehicles, and it is too overqualified to simply use them as fixed firepower points. Given the opponent's lack of anti-tank firepower, why not have a good enough armored charge?
"That's a good idea. We should let those yellow monkeys have a taste of the power of tanks." Lieutenant Colonel Walton patted the staff officer on the shoulder. He also noticed that the terrain at the fork in the road was relatively flat, and the wasteland and farmland were frozen hard in the winter, allowing tanks to run on it.
"Go and inform those tanks that their commanders will launch an attack in five minutes. I will order a platoon to follow them." Lieutenant Colonel Walton ordered his staff.
The staff immediately sent an order, and he found two scattered platoons of the 70th Tank Battalion of the regiment,
Eight tanks in total. These tanks stopped on the side of the road and fiercely bombarded targets hundreds of meters away, but no one could tell exactly what they hit under the hazy moonlight.
"Who is your leader? Answer me with the highest rank."
"Lieutenant Colonel Walton asked you to launch an assault to wipe out the surrounding enemies."
"Don't worry, we will send a platoon behind to protect your flank."
The scattered tanks gathered quickly, and they rushed out of the position at the three-way intersection in double formation, and quickly charged outward. To reinforce this assault force, an infantry platoon followed them. Seeing them rushing out aggressively, the morale of the American soldiers on the ground was greatly shaken!
It's just that only seven of the eight tanks rushed out, and the last one didn't move. The U.S. military staff officer in charge of liaison ran up and asked, "Hey..., you should follow the main force and rush out."
Standing on the turret of this tank is a commander wearing a tank cap and goggles, but the commander's questioning of the US military staff officer is just "uh..., uh..." non-stop. After a while, the front hatch of the tank opened, and the driver came out and asked, "Excuse me, sir, what happened?"
"Are you idiots? I'll let you follow the other tanks to launch an assault." The US military staff officer was furious. If it weren't for the fierce fighting on the current battlefield, he would have dragged these two guys out and beat them up. "Your tank commander why do not you answer me?"
"Oh... our commander was just deafened by a shell, so he couldn't hear what you said?" The driver who emerged then shrugged, "And our engine is a bit malfunctioning, so we can't make a surprise attack. But don't worry. , we are also great as a firepower point!"
It sounds like this explanation seems unassailable....
The U.S. military staff officer who sent the order stared at the commander on the turret again, and could only leave angrily. At most, he felt that the commander was a bit stupid, but the person who was bombed by the shells might be like this, "Okay, aim at those damned yellow monkeys, and give me a deadly bang!"
"Yes, sir. Don't worry!" The driver agreed happily, and then retracted into the tank after speaking.
On the other side, the 347th Regiment of the Volunteer Army had no danger to defend in the open field. Just now I was happy that the enemy's two heavy machine guns suddenly blew up by themselves, but I didn't expect the enemy to rush out a few tanks rumbling out after a while.
Big trouble...!
Compared with tanks, the weapons in the hands of the volunteers are fire sticks. The situation was urgent, and the battalion commander immediately roared: "Order the battalion headquarters company to prepare an anti-tank team, and the enemy's tank attack must be contained."
When a tank weighing tens of tons starts to run, it cannot be stopped by willpower. This can only be filled with human life. Can you try to blow it up with anti-tank grenades or explosives after approaching? But the enemy's accompanying infantry will not let you approach easily, so tanks are not so easy to fight.
In fact, before the battalion headquarters could respond, the suppressed volunteer infantry on the front line realized that they were about to encounter huge trouble. Regardless of whether it is for victory or survival, they spontaneously organized to carry the enemy's tanks with their own flesh and blood.
It's just that the attack of the volunteers' simple infantry didn't have much effect, and the running tanks didn't give these warriors a chance to get close at all. Not only the US infantry accompanying the tanks, but even Lieutenant Colonel Walton in the position is giving strong support to his tank unit.
"Yes, that's how you bombard them, blast them into the sky from the dark corners." Lieutenant Colonel Walton, who put down his binoculars, felt extremely relieved as he watched the volunteer soldiers who went forward and were torn apart by the tank bombardment, "We should have fought like this a long time ago." That's right, this is the correct way to deal with yellow monkeys."
The unstoppable armored offensive made the Lieutenant Colonel laugh out loud, and the battle situation is showing a one-sided situation. But unexpectedly, a mass of white flames exploded on the battlefield. The light of this flame illuminated the wilderness at the three-way intersection, and even enveloped most of the accompanying infantry behind the tank unit.
This time everyone's attention was attracted by the tank unit, and everyone clearly saw a bright and dazzling bullet mark across the night sky. The white phosphorous bomb that hit the infantry was actually fired from the US military position.
Seeing his accompanying infantry jumping and screaming in the flames, Lieutenant Colonel Walton immediately roared, "Where did you get the white phosphorus bomb? That bastard is hitting one of our own?"