m26'Penxing' is a tank that was born at the wrong time. When it was produced, World War II was about to end, and its original target was at its end. Finally, it could not survive until the battlefield in Korea, but soon found that it was not very adaptable to North Korea's rugged mountains.

However, the "Penxing" cannon is fierce and thick, and its mobility is still good. It is also an enemy equipment that is difficult for the volunteers to deal with. When this thing rumbles out, the volunteer soldiers responsible for seducing the enemy are all nervous.

Because the terrain is flat, the temporary task force is not afraid to get too close. The main force is arranged one kilometer away from the US military airport. A small number of reconnaissance personnel approaches within two or three hundred meters and sends back the enemy's situation with walkie-talkies. The mortars in the rear will hit flares to indicate the target.

The US tank launched an attack in two clamp shapes. The leading "Greyhound" was very fast and four wheels were whirling. The 37-mm cannon it was equipped to keep firing, trying to find the tampering enemy.

The "Penxing" in the rear also fired several shots from time to time, and the dazzling bullet marks of the shells left a strong visual impact in people's eyes.

The grenade exploded on the ground, and the soldiers near the bounced point had to endure it. They could only accept their fate even if they were killed. Because the radio kept sending instructions from superiors to wait for the enemy to come up, they were not allowed to act rashly.

A "Greyhound" rushed too far and finally touched the defense line set up by the task force. Its eight-ton vehicle body suddenly exploded violently and was swallowed by a ball of fire on the ground. The sudden explosion attracted the attention of the entire US military, and even Chief of Staff Holmos, who was staying at the airport, was paying attention.

"Where are the enemy?" asked the Chief of Staff, holding a telescope behind the position, holding a howitzer company in his hand, and the 105-caliber shells were enough to destroy any opponent who dared to appear in front of him.

The regiment headquarters officer followed, holding a telescope to observe, "It seems to be an anti-tank mine or explosive buried on the ground."

"It seems that our opponent is very cunning and orders the tank team to leave the road. Anti-tank mines cannot be buried everywhere." His Excellency the Chief of Staff ordered.

At this moment, the two tank platoons attacked the clamps focused on the "Greyhound" that had just exploded. The infantry following them were getting off the car because they had probably touched the dirt road beside a farmland that was temporarily built by the enemy.

"Open fire and kill the yellow monkeys."

"Stop moving forward, the enemy is two hundred meters away."

"Let the tanks, those yellow monkeys have no weapons to deal with them."

"Let the 'Greyhound' take a detour to beat those natives' ass."

The temptation of both sides finally ended, and in an instant, fire began to be exchanged on the front line hundreds of meters wide. And in the chaotic environment where guns and cannons were lit, Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the dark, waited for the order he wanted to do it. The soldiers had already attracted the attention of the enemy.

Zhou Qingfeng was ready. The m1 type 76mm tank gun he controlled was facing the side of a "Penxing". He stepped on the firing pedal, and a armor-piercing bomb flew out of the cannon chamber.

The side and back of any tank are weak areas, and the "Penshing" is just hard on the front, with only a few dozen millimeters of armor on the side. The cap-piercing bullet easily penetrates into the target's body, destroying and killing inside it.

The hot shells left obvious ballistics in the night sky, especially when it blasted a 'Pershing' armor, Chief of Staff Holmos, who was watching the battle behind, immediately woke up, "Oh..., hell! This is a trap, the enemy has anti-tank guns."

The officer of the regiment headquarters next to him immediately turned his eyes to the place where the bullet marks appeared. He grabbed the wired telephone at hand, contacted the howitzer company at the airport and ordered: "Immediately cover and shoot the woods about one kilometer north of the airport, where enemy artillery is ambushed."

The busy howitzers quickly turned the gun ports and estimated that they would shoot the various elements. Just before they performed a scheduling, the second armor-piercing bomb also blasted out of the cannon chamber, and another "Penxing" was hit and exploded.

The tank that had exploded ignited a fire and became the best light source at night. Other tanks also realized that they were not safe and quickly turned their guns to find opponents to attack them in the dark.

Even the "Greyhound" armored vehicles running around felt the threat, but they did not retreat, but instead rushed forward and bitten, directly attacking the defense line set up by the task force, trying to use their speed advantages to achieve a breakthrough.

Zhou Qingfeng, who had fired two guns, was moving his position. The enemy reacted very quickly. The small bushes he had just stayed at had been concentrated, with flares, grenades, and the armor-piercing bombs of "Penshing". With the unreliable body of "Sheerman", he would be finished with just one shot.

Just as the US tank team was shifting its attention to Zhou Qingfeng again, the task force that had already exchanged fire with the enemy finally began to show its power.

The old guy who was suspected of fighting power by Zhou Qingfeng was fiddling with a US m1 mortar. His eyes were placed on the mortar's scope, and after fine-tuning the muzzle, he said, "Six rapid shots, knock off the iron guy in the lead first. You can't let that boy Zhou look down on us."

A 107 mm shell was poured into the barrel and was sprayed out quickly. Every time a shot was fired, the old man fine-tuned one or two in the scope to ensure that the bounce points were consistent. Six shots were blasted out in a row, and they flew hundreds of meters to land in the middle of the enemy tank.

A "Panxing" was tilting its turret to aim at the side, and the muzzle pointed to the m4 driven by Zhou Qingfeng. Its commander had found the target and was commanding the gunner to fire. However, just as this "Panxing" tried to kill Zhou Qingfeng, one shell after another fell next to its body.

The exploding mud and sand formed a mass of smoke. Both the commander and the gunman were shouting and unable to see the situation outside. Just as the commander shouted to the driver, "Retreat twenty meters", a mortar shell fell from the sky, hitting the top of the fragile turret, and initiating it.

The violent sacrificial explosion appeared again on the battlefield, and the ammunition rack leading the "Penshing" was detonated. The US infantry following behind the tank were injured by flying shrapnel and flames, and several fell down instantly.

The task force brought six large-caliber mortars, all controlled by experienced veterans, and the regiment headquarters' driving documents specifically drove them and artillery to run around. Now these artillery are staring at American tanks and cannot penetrate the enemy's armor on the front. You can still try the initiation.

Each car brought hundreds of shells, and the firepower sustainability was much stronger than that of human beings. Seeing that it could really destroy the enemy's tanks, all the gun crews were even more struggling to stuff shells into the gun bore.

Seeing the artillery shells that were constantly exploded on the battlefield, Chief of Staff Holmos in the rear was shocked and angry. But he could not order the tank team to retreat at this time. At this time, he would only passively be beaten, and he could only continue to invest his troops with all his bets.

"Driven two more tank platoons and attack the enemy's flanks from the west. Order the howitzer company does not restrict ammunition and hit all the shells to the positions of the yellow monkeys. And..., immediately contact me with the remaining regiment troops in Yunshan City, and we hope they can launch an attack from the side and back."

The Chief of Staff was a little anxious. He thought it was just an enemy harassment, but he didn't know it was a trap waiting for him. His opponent actually killed several tanks in succession. Now the only thing he could count on was to pay a little price to eat the enemy troops.

But who eats who now?

Zhou Qingfeng, who was retreating two hundred meters, stabilized his turret again. Facing the already hot battlefield, he locked in a 'Greyhound' that was crushing the task force's position and sneered: "No one will bother me now."
Chapter completed!