Chapter Nine Hundred and Sixty Seven Starts the Slaughter

War is not only a competition of equipment and morale, but also a competition of who makes fewer mistakes. Humans make mistakes, and the complex battlefield environment will magnify tiny mistakes infinitely. During the Battle of Changjin Lake, both sides made countless mistakes, large and small.

When the Volunteer Army tried to encircle and wipe out the 6th Division 1 Division, its 60th Division was tasked with intercepting the enemy's escape route to the north. Its three regiments were stuck on the hills on both sides of the road north of Gutuli, and they waited passively. Let the enemy hit the door. Zhou Qingfeng's tank platoon was one of them.

In order to open up this road, the U.S. military in Gutuli organized a reinforcement of about a thousand people. Because the commander is Lieutenant Colonel Drysdale of the 41st Detachment of the British Army, this support force is also called the "Drysdale Detachment".

This is a fairly powerful detachment, with nearly 30 tanks, more than 140 vehicles, and a large number of aviation and artillery support. When it attacked to the north, it fought fiercely with the three regiments of the 60th Division. This detachment is quite confident that it can break through.

To be honest, both sides are a bit silly!

But now the mortal thing is, because Zhou Qingfeng, a little butterfly, flapped his wings, the infantry of the 'Drysdale' detachment came out a day earlier. Just after he disturbed the American positions in Gutuli, some of the armored vehicles and infantry belonging to this detachment were behind him.

In order to stop this detachment from reinforcing the 6th Division in the encirclement, the 60th Division of the Volunteer Army paid a considerable price. After all, tanks are not so easy to deal with, and the U.S. Army 6 is still very effective.

And in the early morning of the 30th, because of the fury of Colonel Puller, the US commander in Gutuli, the armored detachment attached to the "Drysdale Detachment" was ordered to go out immediately to catch up with the infantry of the detachment that was exchanging fire with the volunteers. Come to kill the hideous night raider who has escaped.

This armored unit includes 17 tanks, more than 50 armored vehicles and trucks, and more than 300 accompanying infantry, which is equivalent to a powerful armored battalion. But now, when the temporarily attached armored battalion was chasing Zhou Qingfeng to run, he bumped into the 'Teletubbies' who came to rescue him.

Is-7, the last swan song of the "Stalin" heavy tank, is also the most powerful one. After continuous strengthening by Zhou Qingfeng's heroic spending of money, it has become a first-class Tyrannosaurus rex on the land.

However, because of the conspicuous radio antennas on the round turret, 'Is-7' was nicknamed 'Teletubbies' by Zhou Qingfeng. However, this baby has a bad temper!

Seeing his trump card appear on the battlefield, Zhou Qingfeng, who was panting, hurried forward a few steps. The hatch of the 'Is-7' turret was also opened, and the platoon deputy in charge of staying behind poked his head out and shouted: "Platoon leader, I have found you!"

"Don't say anything, I'm chasing the Yankee tank behind my ass." Zhou Qingfeng, who was already limp, was pulled onto the turret, and when he gained confidence, he immediately cursed: "Grandma is a bear, you chased me!" If I want to die or live, I must avenge this."

The strengthened 'Is-7' has added facilities for severe cold weather. The platoon assistant knew Zhou Qingfeng was tired and hungry from his appearance, so he quickly handed him hot water and food.

The heater was turned on inside the tank. Zhou Qingfeng, who was sitting in the commander's seat, didn't wait to catch his breath. While eating and drinking, he leaned in front of the commander Zhou's mirror to observe, and at the same time asked the platoon officer, "How many people did you bring?"

"Just this car." The platoon officer smiled awkwardly.

"What?" Zhou Qingfeng was stunned.

The deputy of the platoon explained: "Platoon leader, you stole too little diesel oil, so I filled a bucket of fuel for each tank, and then hurried out to rescue you. Criticized."

"Come on, just one car, I'm still afraid? As long as you can defeat the enemy, criticism will become a reward." Zhou Qingfeng looked around in the surrounding mirror, and found that the white fog in the morning was still relatively thick , will not be separated for a while.

"There is fog, the artillery observers behind the enemy can't see us, and the sight range is limited to three or four hundred meters. It happens to be a tank battle. I want to kill it without leaving any armor!"

Even eat a few boxes of canned food,

Zhou Qingfeng's courage also followed suit. He ordered viciously: "Leave the road, turn on the infrared night vision device at full power, the enemy is right in front of us."

Although the old-fashioned infrared night vision device only has a detection range of five or six hundred meters, infrared rays can penetrate rain and fog, and can also be used during the day. Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng was willing to spend the cost, and the night vision goggles he installed on his tank were extremely large in caliber and power, and the field of view was extremely wide.

Following Zhou Qingfeng's order, the sixty-ton steel behemoth began to deflect the car body. This obviously powerful Tyrannosaurus rex hid in a wretched way by the side of the road. Its 130mm main gun was facing the front of the road, waiting for its prey to be caught.

"Fill me with six caliber armor-piercing shells in a row on the ammunition rack of the loader." Zhou Qingfeng chewed the jerky and ordered, and the loader in the car immediately put the shells with six-pointed warheads on the semi-automatic loader.

"The fire control is turned on, and the target is right in front. The range measurement is 550 meters, and the crosswind is four." Zhou Qingfeng, as the commander of the vehicle, began to indicate the target to the platoon deputy acting as the gunner. In his peripheral vision mirror, American tanks have appeared continuously.

The armored detachment of 'Drysdale' drove more cautiously, and the speed was not fast. After all, they had just lost a 'Pershing' not long ago, and the accompanying infantry who got off the vehicle protected the tank's wings and advanced extremely cautiously.

Waiting for the outlines of six tanks to appear in the white mist, Zhou Qingfeng yelled unceremoniously with a smirk: "First shoot the last one that cut off their back, and then shoot forward one by one, open fire!"

Boom..., the 130mm main gun let out a terrifying roar, and the berserk firepower sprayed out like a bull knife for killing chickens. In the scorching flames, the sub-caliber armor-piercing projectile flew a distance of five or six hundred meters in an instant, and hit the sixth tank in the US tank lineup.

This is also a 'Pershing'. Although it is not the most advanced tank in the world, its performance cannot be underestimated. The U.S. military built it carefully and placed high hopes on it. In front of its 90mm main gun and more than 100mm of main armor, the infantry of the Volunteer Army was beaten to death.

However, all of this turned into dross in front of the 130mm caliber main gun. When a shot hits, the armor of the 'Pershing' is as fragile as a piece of paper. The armor-piercing warhead easily penetrates its frontal main armor, shreds the gearbox and enters the vehicle body, and the broken fragments instantly hang the occupants in the vehicle.

The advancing warhead seemed not to be hindered in the slightest, and the engine that penetrated the vehicle body and killed the occupants before entering the rear of the tank instantly terminated the surging output power and blew up the entire engine.

Although it did not explode, the power of this shell was extremely astonishing. The hit 'Pershing' turned into a pile of scrap iron on the spot, and the American infantry accompanying it on both sides watched it suffer heavy blows amidst loud noises and emit black smoke.

The main gun of the Is-7 roared, and after the first shot, it was sent into the gun chamber by the loading machine, everything seemed extremely fast. The turret rotated slightly, followed by the gun body and took a backseat again. There were continuous loud noises accompanied by the impact of steel and the howl of death.

The sixth "Pershing" was hit, then the fifth one went into the sky, and the fourth one followed suit. The commander of the third car turned his head to watch his companion explode continuously, and he also received a fatal blow amidst horrified and desperate yells.

The two front tanks could not back up, dodge, or even fight back. Their commander only heard the roar coming from ahead, but he didn't even know where the opponent was.

After the quick and efficient six-shot burst, the accompanying infantry lying on both sides of the road found that their surroundings were covered with all kinds of cracked shrapnel and twisted parts. The tanks they wanted to protect had turned into six piles of smoking and burning steel coffins.

And the massacre has just begun!