Chapter 974 Start

The cold wind is biting, and the anger is raging!

The overwhelming firepower attack demonstrated the unrivaled equipment advantage of the U.S. military, but the baptism of iron and fire could not make the soldiers of the Volunteer Army surrender. The strong will of the ancestors is really beyond the imagination of those of us descendants who live in ordinary lives.

Even if the bodies of comrades-in-arms are shattered, even if you are suffering from hunger and cold, even if you can no longer see the moment of victory, as long as you are alive, there will be unyielding warriors who will come forward.

The battle lasted an hour before dark, and Colonel Puller's men had already occupied several crucial commanding heights, but the battle was not over, and the resistance was not eliminated.

"How many enemies do we have?" The colonel, who was on the front line, kept asking this question. What he wanted was a powerful force to kill and injure the opponent in large numbers. As long as all people die, naturally any problem will be over.

"We have counted the number of corpses and prisoners. The 60th Division of the Revolutionary Army in Fushengli lost at least 3,000 people. More than half of them were left by the 178th Regiment directly opposite us." The adjutant synthesized reports from various units and gave A gratifying statistic.

From the perspective of the U.S. military, if a troop loses 10 percent, it will retreat, if it loses 20 percent, it will lose its combat effectiveness, and if it loses 30 percent, it will be a catastrophe.

Now in just one day, the 60th Division has lost almost 30%. Among the three main regiments, the 178th regiment suffered half of the casualties. Such heavy casualties could almost declare the troops to be disbanded.

"I'm really sad for the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army behind the hill." Colonel Puller finally laughed out loud after a depressing day. He felt that his tough style had been rewarded. At least he didn't have to worry about the enemy's night attack tonight. The opponent should completely lose the ability to attack and could only retreat.

At this moment, a piece of good news came from the frontline aviation controller of the US military. When the "Pirate" fighters in charge of ground support attacked the valley behind Fushengli, they found the hidden enemy's new heavy tanks and captured "Pershing" and other vehicles.

"Get rid of those sons of bitches." Colonel Puller cursed viciously on the radio, the scene of the morning still echoing in his mind, it was a huge humiliation. A tank bombarded an armored battalion of its own side. Although the armored battalion was incomplete, it was an unbearable loss.

"We also found the anti-aircraft gun. Ahhh, the enemy tanks are maneuvering, they're speeding up. Damn, I see the radar, and it's firing." The 'Pirate' pilot's roar on the radio, followed by the I saw the palpitating flying black smoke appearing in the sky again.

Is that scene in the morning going to happen again?

Behind Fushengli, several bonfires were burning under the chassis of the 'Pershing'. The low temperature in the Changjin Lake area makes many weapons unusable. Once the tank engine is stopped, it is difficult to start, and it must be heated up.

Other vehicles are also heating up, and all the soldiers have eaten their stomachs, and put their weapons by the fire to bake. They all use US military equipment and strive to obtain the greatest combat effectiveness.

Looking at the time, Zhou Qingfeng stood on the turret of his IS-7 and shook his arms, and all the personnel began to board the vehicle. There are more than a dozen or twenty people in each car, and even the top of the tank is full of people. His overnumbered tank platoon made a huge difference, finally having enough drivers to drive the vehicles.

Each tank only retains the driver, gunner, tank commander and other tank soldiers who need professional skills, and other positions are filled by ordinary volunteer soldiers. Surplus tank crews were sent to drive looted tanks and vehicles, which was sufficient to carry three hundred soldiers.

During the heating of the tank, the entire starting position was inevitably discovered by the US "pirates" in the air. Several enemy planes immediately launched a dive, trying to kill this powerful armored assault force with machine guns, bombs and rockets.

However, the two engineering vehicles used together have set up a network of anti-aircraft firepower. The high-priced fire control computer made of electronic tubes is operating at high speed to control the double-barreled anti-aircraft guns to spit shells quickly.

The turret of the anti-aircraft gun is rotating flexibly and quickly,

The pitch of the gun barrel is sharp, and the anger that has been suppressed for a day is vented with extremely precise firepower-the damn Yankee will bully us without a strong air force. Don't use the plane to fight if you have the ability!

In the frenzy of firepower, countless hot bullet casings jumped out of the anti-aircraft gun turret, and one enemy plane after another was shot down, but one enemy plane after another flew over. Obviously, the U.S. military pilots in the sky have received strong orders to eliminate this huge threat.

"Damn it, are your tanks warmed up?" Seeing the enemy planes flying around like flies in the sky, and even seeing the huge fuselage of the B-29 from high altitude, Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily, "If you don't start it, you will be killed." They're going to be blown up to death."

The platoon officer and the "old machine gun" at the back were also sweating. They had tried everything possible to find firewood in this barren mountain and snowy land, but the bonfire was just not big enough. The 'Old Machine Gun' was cornered, so he simply took off his precious cotton coat and threw it into the bonfire.

"Burn, burn, the tank won't start. I'll just freeze to death." As soon as the "old machine gun" set an example, the soldiers in the tank platoon followed suit. After all, as long as the tank is activated, they can still hide in the tank to avoid the cold. If it cannot be activated, they will die wearing clothes.

With super anti-aircraft guns, "pirates" are not terrible, but B-29 "Super Sky Fortress" is terrible. Which thing flies too high, even the 40mm anti-aircraft gun can't reach it. And it's carpet bombing, and there's nowhere to hide.

Zhou Qingfeng raised his binoculars and saw that the strategic bombers in the sky had already opened their magazines. He immediately slapped the turret and shouted to the pilot: "We won't wait, let's take a step first."

The three IS-7s were powered by electric drive, and they were strengthened against severe cold and low temperature. They started immediately after receiving Zhou Qingfeng's order, and the powerful power pushed their huge bodies forward.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng moved, the two IS-7s behind him followed suit. Both the platoon officer and the "old machine gun" knew that the platoon leader was going crazy again-this was to attract the enemy planes to leave and give them time to warm up the engines.

Sure enough, the three IS-7s are the thorn in the side of the US military. Seeing this heavy tank with a thick muzzle begin to accelerate forward, no matter if it was a 'pirate' like a fly or a 'super sky fortress' like a giant mac, they all followed up.

In order to emphasize the accuracy of bombing, a B-29 even took the risk of lowering its flight altitude. Its Norton bomb-dropping device claims to be able to drop bombs into a pickle bucket on the ground. It obviously wanted to fly along the valley, and then use a huge number of bombs to kill Zhou Qingfeng's IS-7.

"Fuck-You!" Looking at the "Super Sky Fortress" pounced in the air, Zhou Qingfeng only had one M2HB in his hand that could shoot into the air. It's pretty good against infantry, but it's hard to fight against 'pirates', and it's impossible to fight against B-29.

"Speed ​​up for me, speed up if you don't want to die. The rain of bombs is about to fall, we have to rush to the Americans to avoid it!"