Chapter Nine Hundred and Seventy Six: The Follower Is Coming Up

Ten minutes ago, the sun was setting, and the US military planes had to return to their respective airports. The sky is showing its last afterglow, and the cold winter night is about to fall again. For the Volunteer Army, the indiscriminate bombing by U.S. aircraft during the day and the night-time attack of the biting cold wind are not comfortable.

However, this time it was a little different. After seeing the power of the armored assault, the 60th Division decided to launch a night attack with a powerful unit, taking down the U.S. troops in Gutuli in one fell swoop.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and the 178th Regiment, which was originally designated as a "powerful part", suffered heavy losses in daytime battles. The U.S. military's retaliation caused the main regiment to suffer heavy losses. The division headquarters wanted to switch to other regiments to perform tasks, but the 178th regiment said that it still had spare strength.

We are not dead yet, we are already ready!

The 300 selected combat backbones had already rested for a whole day. They dare not say that they had enough food and clothing, but they were better than other troops. The remaining 1,000 people in the regiment were also mobilized, and they would follow Zhou Qingfeng's fast column to launch an assault.

At the assembly point, most of the soldiers of the 178th Regiment, who were killed or injured, were all covered with wind and frost. Their clothes were thin, their bodies were weak, their ammunition was scarce, and their morale was not even high after a hard day's fighting.

Before setting off, a haggard-looking soldier begged the regiment commander: "Regiment commander, it's okay if you want us to continue fighting. Maybe you can't give each of us a potato? We haven't eaten properly for two or three days. .”

Now the potatoes are frozen like hard rocks. Before eating, they should be melted in the chest, and then bit by bit. It took a long time to eat it again and again, and after eating, the whole body was like an ice cellar. Who knows this pain?

But now the leader of the 178th regiment can only choke up, because he doesn't even have potatoes in his hand. The logistics were completely cut off. Changjin Lake was not far from the China-North Korea border, but the uninterrupted U.S. air bombing made it impossible to transport anything.

Faced with this situation, everyone could only bow their heads in silence. The current difficulties are so great that the pride of defeating the enemy when the Ninth Corps entered the court has long since disappeared. An entire corps of hundreds of thousands of people surrounded the opponent's tens of thousands of people but could not defeat it. This is simply a great humiliation.

But the soldiers really did their best.

When there was silence, someone suddenly said, "Here, I still have something to eat. American canned meat has just been reheated, and it's delicious."

The ones who spoke were the selected members of the fast column. In order to ensure combat effectiveness, this group of people are all veterans with superb combat skills and strong will. What they ate was the canned food that Zhou Qingfeng brought back from the U.S. Army, and many of them were reluctant to finish it in one bite, leaving more or less.

One person took out the food he had left behind, and then a large group of people took out the biscuits, cans, and candies they had hidden to share with their comrades who had fought a hard day.

"The amount is not much, but everyone can still share a bite. This canned meat is oily and greasy, and it tastes much better than potatoes."

"Eat quickly, eat quickly. It's finally hot, so don't let it get cold again."

"The braggart of the tank platoon said, break into the ancient soil, and everyone will be full!"

In order to heat the tank engine, the tank deployed several kerosene heaters, and a lot of captured American food was heated on the heaters. One by one, the cans thawed, and they all emitted a mouth-watering aroma. The soldiers who had been hungry for a long time couldn't bear it anymore, and ate this delicacy into their mouths one after another.

After eating the warm luncheon meat, one person suddenly shouted excitedly: "Shoot into the ancient soil, everyone will be full."

Hundreds of people immediately followed and shouted—into the ancient soil, everyone is full!

In order to fill their stomachs, more than a thousand remnants of the 178th Regiment uttered uncontrollable cries. They've had enough these days, it's up to today if they want to die or live. It's a big deal to die, so as not to suffer so much.

The crowd is excited, morale is available, let's go!

Zhou Qingfeng took the lead with three IS-7s and rushed out of the assembly area. The vehicles behind, such as the 'Pershing', finally heated up their engines, and rumbled out from various hidden points. More than a dozen trucks pulled more than 300 infantrymen to follow closely, and finally more than 1,000 soldiers followed on foot.

Success or benevolence, the 178th Regiment, which has been fighting hard for many days, has no energy left to launch more attacks. Either crush the enemy to win tonight, or be their final roar.

The tank platoon officer at the front drove a 'Pershing' to open the way, ran over the potholed road bombed by the B-29, and they came to the bulldozer obstacle that Zhou Qingfeng had just rushed past.

Originally, the independent tank platoon was expecting to face a bloody and sacrificed battle, but who knew that their awesome platoon leader had already entered the enemy's line, turning the U.S. army upside down and creating a godsend opportunity.

The smoke bombs fired by Zhou Qingfeng had just dissipated, and the tanks of the US Marine Regiment were all on guard against the three IS-7s rushing into their rear. Who knew that IS-7 would never return, and a fast column of volunteers came out ahead.

This is really a good opportunity to make a big profit. The platoon deputy leader crossed the bulldozer obstacle, stopped briefly to stabilize the gun body, and a 90mm armor-piercing projectile shot out, hitting the buttocks of an American tank 300 meters away.

'Pershing' was originally designed to deal with the 'King Tiger' of the head of state. Although the 90mm main gun is far inferior to the metamorphosis of the IS-7 equipped with naval guns, it can easily penetrate the armor on its own tail. .

An armor-piercing projectile blasted out, as crisply and neatly as a sledgehammer, and immediately pierced a hole in the engine compartment at the rear of the opposite 'Pershing'. From the outside, it was impossible to see any secondary damage caused by the armor-piercing projectile, but it didn't take long for a few panicked American tank soldiers to emerge from the turret.

The front machine gun of the platoon's sub-tank opened fire immediately, and a series of bursts fired, sweeping those unlucky enemy tank soldiers to death. And this tank immediately deflected to the road again, reloading and giving way to the shooting range.

The 'old machine gun' at the back drilled directly out of the turret, and half of it was even outside the hatch cover. Seeing that the enemy's 'Pershing' was defenseless, he shouted excitedly to his gunner: "What are you waiting for? Fire!"

The fast columns kept advancing, and each tank alternately ran to the front to shoot. Even the worst M4A3E8 can knock out an enemy tank with its own 76mm main gun. This brisk and neat shelling hits heartily, making people happy physically and mentally.

Zhou Qingfeng's IS-7 put tremendous pressure on people. Originally, the tank company of the first marine regiment was concentrating on waiting for the **** to fight with the god of death. Who would have thought that the god of death would not come, but a group of followers of the god of death came behind, A ping, ping, bang, bang, and bang of cannonballs made it a joy to hit.

The rear was attacked, and a dozen 'Pershing's could only turn around again, yelling and cursing. However, it is difficult to deploy a car body of tens of tons on a narrow road. The U.S. tank soldiers were still thinking about starting a head-on firefight, but found that their shooting range was blocked by the destroyed tanks, and they couldn't see anything at all.

If the road is blocked, both sides are blocked. However, the fast column of the Volunteer Army was followed by 300 accompanying infantrymen. The tanks in the front resisted, and the infantrymen in the back immediately jumped off the truck and followed up to launch an attack.

The veterans who took a full day's rest gritted their teeth to get revenge. They loaded all kinds of explosives and grenades, and cleaned up the remaining "Pershing" vehicles at close range.

Things got so bad that many 'Pershing' could only surrender again. Many American tank soldiers are extremely depressed-where are our accompanying infantry? Is the support fire behind us just watching us get wiped out?

This is really wronged....

At this moment, the U.S. infantry who were supposed to support their own "Pershing" were too busy to take care of themselves. The three IS-7s brought by Zhou Qingfeng rushed past the "Pershing" and immediately caused a bloodbath among them.