Chapter 948 "Americans Beat Americans"

Seeing the Yankee tanks rushing out, the volunteer soldiers on the Sanchalu battlefield felt like their hearts would stop. This is not a joke, nor is it belittling - there is a feeling that you stand on the road and face a heavy truck rushing at high speed, and the "heavy truck" in front of you is still equipped with artillery and machine guns.

The Turtle army is really too rustic, and has never withstood serious armor impact. Although I have also dealt with the tanks of the foot basin and Chang Gong in the past, the tanks of the foot basin and Chang Gong are different from the tanks of Mei Dae!

The tanks in the foot basin are all bean chariots, and Chang Gong is also a light tank that is not wanted by the beauty father. These are not in the same order of magnitude as the M4 that weighs more than 30 tons. Don't look at the 'Sherman' being blasted into a 'lighter' by the head of state's 'Tiger and Leopard' in the European battlefield, but it is easy for people to bully the local turtle.

Before the Battle of Yunshan, Yingjiang had never encountered an army that maximized its infantry tactics, and Rabbit had never encountered an army that maximized its firepower superiority. Now when we fight against each other-the rabbit killed and injured hundreds of thousands of people in North Korea, that's how it came about.

Watching the soldiers on the front line attack the American tanks bravely and in vain, the volunteer commanders and fighters in the rear were both heartbroken and powerless. For light infantry who lack anti-tank weapons, tanks are an unsolvable problem, otherwise countries in the world would not manufacture such land warfare weapons.

"Battalion Commander, let's blow the horn and retreat. If the fight continues, we will not even be able to retreat." Although his face was dishonored, the staff of the battalion still gave correct advice.

Retreating is not a difficult decision. The Turtle Army emphasizes mobile warfare. When it started as a guerrilla fighter, it was 'the enemy advances and we retreat'. Fight if you can, and run if you can't. But the aggrieved scene right now is bitter.

The word 'withdraw' lingered in the battalion commander's mouth several times, and just as he was about to say it, a ball of dazzling white light suddenly exploded on the battlefield-the infantry behind the enemy tank was hit by a shell.

White phosphorus bombs, extremely terrifying shells, are specially designed to deal with unprotected infantry. After the explosion, a large amount of white phosphorus with a temperature of thousands of degrees is sputtered. After being contaminated by it, the target will continue to burn, the skin and flesh will burn through, and go deep into the bone, and the smoke produced will strongly irritate the eyes and nose.

This thing is extremely dangerous and terrifying, and it will cause great physical and psychological damage to the soldiers involved in the battle. The Americans used it to deal with the Japanese on the Pacific Islands, and it was very useful. And now Americans themselves have tasted its power.

American soldiers were instantly burned into torches by white phosphorus, and fell to the ground in a few seconds. Some people simply shot themselves to relieve the pain. Seeing this scene, no matter the enemy or us, they all gasped.

The Volunteers were surprised that the Americans had such terrible weapons, and the Americans were even more surprised that this shell came from their own square.

"Look, battalion commander! The Americans beat themselves.

A soldier at the battalion headquarters shouted loudly. On the battlefield in the dark night, you can clearly see the marks of the bullets fired in the blink of an eye. A white phosphorus bullet hit the infantry accompanying the US tank.

The battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 347th Regiment immediately raised his binoculars and quickly found the person who fired the shell... "American tank?"

Just as he was surprised, another white phosphorous bomb accurately hit the accompanying infantry on the other side of the tank unit. The same white light illuminates the battlefield, the same screams and shouts, and the same shocks the audience—an anecdote in the world, Americans are actually beating Americans!

If the first shot is an accidental injury, but you can aim and hit consecutively, this is not right.

The U.S. military staff officer who had just finished organizing the tank unit hadn't returned to his commander, and saw the continuous firing of white phosphorus bombs halfway. He suddenly turned his head and said angrily: "Bastard, stop shooting, you are hitting your own people!"

The object of this shout is naturally the M4 tank behind which is said to have 'engine failure'. This tank has actually fired before, but no one paid attention to its ballistic trajectory at that time. Now it can be regarded as tearing off all the camouflage, and the machine gun on the turret is firing violently from behind.

"No...!" The U.S. military staff officer ran back a few steps, seeing the scorching muzzle flame bursting out, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, but he also bore the brunt of being sieved by machine gun bullets.

The 'old machine gun' on the turret fired violently at the American soldiers in the position, and cursed: "I'm suffocating, I'm suffocating, I can't understand what foreign devils say, why are you talking to me? Why do you have to talk to me?"

The canvas belt was beating non-stop, and the M1919A6 spewed bullets frantically, and the ammunition box with 250 rounds was emptied within a minute. The entire U.S. military position on the Sancha Road was in chaos, and everyone was in danger.

Apart from scurrying around like headless flies, the American soldiers who cared about their heads and ignoring their backs didn't know what to do. Lieutenant Colonel Walton was also beaten to the point of dodging. The command post he was in was the place where the old machine guns were under the greatest care, and every bullet was aimed at them.

"Damn it, what's going on?" The lieutenant colonel yelled as he lay under a jeep, and the jeep he was in kept being swept by the bullets. Several guards and officers around him fell down, and the scene was chaotic. into a mess.

"Sir, our tank, our tank is being attacked." Before he could figure out why he was being attacked, another low-ranking officer crawled over on hands and feet, and shouted at the lieutenant colonel in a panicked tone.

"Tank?" Lieutenant Colonel Walton ventured to raise his head, looking beyond the position to the surrounding wilderness. What he saw was his own tank being fired upon, and immediately shouted in horror and anger: "Quickly contact the tank unit and tell them to turn around."

The crew members in the tank had poor sightlines, and the fighting outside was in full swing, and the people inside didn't know it at all. Before Lieutenant Colonel Walton contacted his tank unit by radio, Zhou Qingfeng, who was staying in the US military position, aimed his guns at the targets that threatened him the most.

As soon as the armor-piercing projectile was fired..., Zhou Qingfeng rushed to the position of the loader and loaded the projectile into the barrel. The reason why he didn't attack the enemy tank first was because he wanted to hide in the enemy's position and black gun. Who knew that Lieutenant Colonel Walton actually sent the tank out.

If the attacking volunteers were repelled, it would be Zhou Qingfeng's turn to get blinded by sneaking into the enemy camp. He had to give priority to destroying enemy tanks.

After loading, Zhou Qingfeng quickly rushed to the position of the gun commander, put his eyes in front of the scope, adjusted the direction and height of the gun with both hands, and stepped on the firing pedal after locking the target.

Boom..., the seventy-six-millimeter long-barreled artillery violently recoiled. Dense gunpowder smoke spewed out, and the capped armor-piercing projectile rushed out of the muzzle, bringing out a flame several meters long.

Zhou Qingfeng aimed at the tank behind the tank unit, and the armor-piercing projectile pierced through the rear of the target turret, creating a small-scale metal storm. The commander and gunner in the target turret were immediately twisted into a pile of minced meat by the flying fragments.

The tank detachment continued to march forward braggingly, but there was no accompanying infantry behind them to protect them. The Sanchalu position was in chaos, and the radio was full of desperate cries.

When the U.S. tank platoon leader directing the armored attack realized that something was wrong, he finally got out of the turret, turned his head and saw four tanks behind him were blown up one by one.

"My God!" The US tank platoon leader's face was pale. He watched a tank being blown away from the turret. .”

The tracks of the M4 creaked and began to turn, and at this moment... a sharp and piercing horn suddenly sounded on the battlefield, and the roar of the Volunteers' charge sounded like a mountain roar and a tsunami.