On the biting night of cold wind, white snow covered the earth. Colonel Pule, who was the fastest renewal, led a team to lie on a hill inside and outside the ancient land, followed by hundreds of unlucky guys who were in trouble. They were both cold and hungry and complained.

Zhou Qingfeng led his team into the ancient soil, and the assault was unstoppable. Most of the fighters in the entire ring position were taken away by Colonel Pule, and the people left behind either surrendered or fled into the wilderness. Colonel Pule gathered another two or three hundred of them, trying to fight back to regain his nest.

"Are those damn bureaucrats going to let us all die in the wild?" Colonel Ple kept cursing.

He called for air support, but only a few "pirates" came to the ground to shoot. He asked to drop food and medicine, but was chased by the volunteers and ran around. All the materials left were cheaper than the enemy. He asked to withdraw from the battle, but was forced by the military order to come back to die.

Colonel Puller gathered about 800 soldiers in his hands, with a large number of people, but the weapons and equipment were quite lacking. Many people lost their weapons when they ran away, and now they can only do it empty-handed.

It would be fine if you had to work empty-handed, but these 800 people had no food to eat. The US military did not have the skill of enduring hunger. The cold winter originally consumed a lot of people's physical strength, and many people felt that they could not walk after being hungry for two meals.

If you can endure it without food, then drinking without water is a great difficulty. Thirst makes the US military tramp only get some snow water into their stomachs, and they who usually have hot drinks are supplied immediately expressed discomfort and paid the price to get diarrhea.

Among the more than 800 people, there were hundreds of injured and sick people, including diarrhea, who had diarrhea, and the butt was stuck out in the cold wind, and the result was that his butt would be frozen into two pieces of ice.

Some injured and sick people are unable to take care of themselves due to repeated diarrhea caused serious physical decline. In addition, there is insufficient medical staff and it is difficult to take care of them. People who have diarrhea can only pull in their pants, and finally get frozen to death. No joke, the volunteers have encountered this situation in large numbers, which is very difficult.

Since there is no resting place to shelter from the wind and cold, there is no warm and comfortable house rest, and the injured and sick need to take care of them, all the US military numbers in the 800th are in great pain.

However, Colonel Pulle did not easily lose his will to continue fighting. He tried his best to encourage his subordinates, constantly boost morale, and strived to unite the more than 800 people.

At present, the Colonel is thinking of organizing a counterattack. It is said that this is from Commander MacArthur's will. The volunteer army can survive and fight in the wild, and he feels that he should be able to do it too. Not to mention washing the shame of defeat, at least..., get some food.

When approaching Gutuli, Colonel Pule did not dare to move forward. He raised his telescope on a mountain to observe the road below. What surprised him was that the traffic was constantly flowing on the road and was extremely lively.

"These yellow monkeys actually organized a large number of cars for transportation?" Colonel Puller realized that these were vehicles seized from ancient soil. He was surprised that the enemy could use these vehicles so quickly. "Where did they get so many drivers?"

The efficiency of using vehicles to maneuver on the road is much higher than that of human walking, and Colonel Puller has already deeply understood this. He saw one car after another pulling a large number of soldiers from the north, and then saw these cars pulling a large amount of supplies from ancient soil back to the north, which was a big trouble.

"Notify the division headquarters in Xiajieyuli that the ** army pulled at least six howitzers and twelve heavy mortars to attack them." Colonel Pule knew that he would definitely be scolded to death by his colleagues when he sent this message, because these heavy weapons were lost in his hands.

Continuing to observe, Colonel Pule discovered that at least 3,000 volunteer soldiers had gathered in the ancient soil. These people used the materials stored in the ancient soil to re-arm. The firearms, clothes, and food could double the combat power of these enemies struggling in the bitter cold.

"Damn!" The more Colonel Puller saw, the less he felt. The feng shui changed. In the past, the US military had strong firepower and abundant supplies. Now it was his turn to bring a vote of defeated soldiers to eat and drink in the wild and live a miserable life.

Think about it, the only heavy weapon in his hand is a few small 60 mortars. It is impossible for Colonel Puller to grit his teeth and lower his attack target and hit back to his nest, but at least he has to destroy the ammunition depot in the nest. Never leave those ammunition to the enemy.

"I need a group of brave Marines to participate in the next battle." Colonel Puller summoned his officers, but there were really people who were willing to fight for the honor of the Marines. There were still many warriors who dared to sacrifice among the "Fourth Class".

More than three hundred soldiers in good condition were summoned, and Colonel Puller appointed a major as the commander of the commando and asked him to break into the ancient soil and blow up the warehouse of the transportation company where the ammunition was stored. "I will use mortars to create chaos and bring the remaining people to you on the periphery."

In the current situation, the task of fighting into ancient soil is equivalent to self-sacrifice. The selected Marine Major saluted with his feet and said in a tragic tone: "The Marine Corps is always loyal."

Set off!

More than 300 American troops approached Gutuli. They did not want to work hard to occupy the hills around this river beach. It was not the best choice to take too long to fight, but the most direct way to launch an attack and attack into the intersection of Gutuli.

It’s just that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very distressing. In order to ensure smooth transportation, the volunteers arranged a large number of sentries on the roads under their control. The assault Marines were covered by snow-colored flares as soon as they approached, and then the two sides began to exchange fire.

In order to transport away the materials from the ancient land, the Sixty Division had heavy troops stored here, and would never allow any loss to this place. So...

"Call the tanks to support and kill these bastards." A platoon leader of the volunteer army guarding the road grabbed the Motorola Walkie-Talk phone he had just learned to use and shouted in an excited tone. In the past, he had to hold on when encountering an enemy raid. He called the tank to support the field for the first time.

Now that I shouted this, I feel so happy!

The tanks in the ancient turret came quickly, and a lighter "Sheerman" ran out like a flying one. A short-term training leader stood on the turret, holding a telescope and shouted: "Three hundred meters ahead of the left, cluster target, one grenade."

The gunman in the car was just passing by Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates. After turning the turret to find the target, he immediately blasted five or six shells in one breath. The machine gun in front of the car was even more dazzled, and he directly shot out a 200-round bullet link.

Such a critical firefight is refreshing!

This is a machine gun and a cannon. With a ping-pong bang, a battalion-level charge on the opposite side was repelled. Without anti-tank weapons, no matter how brave the Marines were, they didn't want to go up and bomb the tank.

The volunteer army tanks even stopped on the side of the road and used artillery to chase the retreating enemies. The volunteer army soldiers responsible for road alert defense were all surprised, and the battle was easy and comfortable!

But Colonel Puller, who was still thinking about receiving the response, sat down. The volunteers in his memory did not react so quickly and had no such strong firepower. But in front of him... he could only sigh, "We should do our best, don't let the young men die in vain, call them to retreat."

The colonel asked the assault marines to retreat in case of another battle in the future. However, the Marine Major who had swearing in front of him that "eternal loyalty" did not come back. He was chased by tank artillery and machine guns for more than 100 meters, so he simply led the team to surrender!
Chapter completed!