The frontal troops responsible for the attack were three companies of the Third Battalion, with more than 400 men. They had been driven back several times by the powerful heavy firepower of the US military. The commander of the Third Battalion shouted: "The bunker on the right has not been knocked down yet.
What!"
Battalion commander: "Not yet. The enemy's firepower was too fierce. We sent batch after batch of demolition teams to target the enemy's bunkers, but we still couldn't knock them down."
The commander of the third battalion looked solemn: "It will be dawn in three hours. As soon as it is dawn, US military planes will appear, and all our advantages will be gone. Now there are only three enemy bunkers and a few tanks left. We must
Eat it, and then go to the south of Jiangqiao to meet up with the 239th Regiment."
The scout ran to his side and quickly shouted: "Batalion Commander! The people from the 239th Regiment are here to support us."
The commander of the third battalion immediately said: "Let's go! Let's go take a look!"
Tan Ziwei brought a soldier to meet with the commander of the third battalion. The two were not polite. The commander of the third battalion of the 238th regiment quickly told Tan Ziwei the current situation. Tan Ziwei said: "Captain Sun, Mo
Be anxious, this time it’s not just our third battalion, but also the seventh interleaving company. They are penetrating behind the enemy. When we hear gunshots from behind, we will attack from the front and back and eat up the remaining American troops."
Camp Chief Sun rejoiced: "Great! The U.S. military only has a piece of turtle shell left, which is harder to chew than a bone. If it can penetrate behind the enemy's rear, it can drill a needle hole out of this bone."
Immediately after, he added: "It's not easy to get through the enemy's rear. I've tried it before, but the US military discovered it before we even got there."
Tan Ziwei said with a smile: "After all, interleaving is not our strong point. They are like ghosts hiding in the corner. They cannot be seen or touched. Maybe they have interleaved in now. But we also need to take care of these few here."
Remove every firepower point so as not to affect the troops' attack."
Battalion Commander Sun sighed and pointed to the bunkers built by the enemy in the distance: "These bunkers are in a good location. They are stuck between several houses. They are not easy to be bombarded. They are easy to defend and difficult to attack. They are also covered by enemy armored vehicles.
, I have organized three groups of demolition teams, but machine gun cover has not been able to break through the US military's defense line."
Tan Ziwei said: "I have brought a master this time, and you ask the soldiers to prepare."
"Master?"
Battalion Commander Sun looked suspicious and half-confidently asked the troops to prepare for a charge.
Xia Yuan quickly observed the terrain on the house. With the help of his night vision ability, he clearly understood the new defense situation of the US military. After remembering it in his mind, he started to move towards the enemy's firepower point with the big eight pills in his hand.
The person responsible for blasting the enemy's firepower points was the 3rd Battalion, 8th Company, 3rd Platoon and 7th Squadron of the 238th Regiment.
Eleven people.
So far in the war, all members of Squad 7 have died heroically. When only the squad leader was left, he resolutely rushed towards the enemy's firepower point with a blasting tube, faced the enemy's dense bullets, and died heroically.
There were only two seriously wounded members of the 8th squad in the rear. The 8th squad leader and the other soldiers of the 8th squad died heroically.
It was Squad 9 who took over the task of blasting the enemy's fire points. The situation of Squad 9 was not good either. There were only 5 people and one seriously wounded person left. The squad leader died heroically. The deputy squad leader took over the task of blasting the enemy's fire points. The fire points arranged by the US military here are:
A bunker built on the basis of a house, a concrete structure, and relying on the house, it has a strategic location.
Heavy firepower? There is no heavy firepower configuration at all. Cannons are too rare and the number is simply not enough. Use cannons to remove the enemy's firepower points, and you need to use your lives to fill in the rest.
The heavy machine guns of the US military sprayed out fierce tongues of flame, and the bullets formed a long chain of fire along the way. The soil flew everywhere, leaving fist-sized bullet craters. The US military used rocket launchers to continuously bomb the soldiers, and the tanks'
One shell after another destroyed the bunker in front of the volunteer soldiers.
Originally, this place was a land of earthen houses, but now it has been razed to the ground by fierce artillery fire. There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, as well as blood staining the ground red and dazzling broken arms and limbs. The flames of war have melted the snowflakes falling in the sky.
Under the enemy's fire, a figure lay on the ground where the snow had melted. One of his arms was broken by a bullet, and blood flowed across it. The other hand was still crawling on the ground holding the explosive pack, and his face covered with dirt was stained with blood.
One leg was blown off, and the severe broken bones and dazzling flesh and blood could be clearly seen under the torn cloth strips of the clothes.
He gritted his teeth and approached the enemy's bunker little by little.
"Sun Zhiyi!!"
The deputy squad leader of Class 9 yelled, his eyes red, "Cover him!"
The few people who could shoot relied on the bunker and continuously pulled the triggers on the enemy. The cold weather caused the rifles to be unable to fire effective bullets. A soldier rushed out of the bunker to pick up his teammate's gun. The fierce heavy machine gun bullets shattered his body.
Flesh and blood soaked the soil on the ground. He fell heavily to the ground, and the light in his eyes dimmed. His body lay across the bunker, forming a new bunker, and the bullets exploded on his body in clouds of blood.
The flower remained motionless, like a high wall.
There were only four people responsible for the blasting and one seriously injured person, Sun Zhiyi, who was more than ten meters away from the bunker. He still insisted on crawling on the ground. He had lost too much blood and could only hold in his breath, and his ears were full of buzzing.
Ming, his mind was dizzy, all he could see was the enemy's bunker, and there was only one thought left in his mind: blow up the enemy's bunker.
He had exceeded the limits of the human body, and finally stopped when he was seven meters away from the enemy bunker. There was no movement. His thick black palms tightly grasped the explosive package, and he did not let go until he died. The ground was scattered with pierced grain.
The strips fell out of the fried noodles, but there weren't many, and the grain strips had already shriveled up.
The deputy squad leader stared with bloodshot pupils, ferocious and scary, and shouted: "Cover me! I'm going!"
He grabbed the explosive bag next to him, rushed out of the bunker, rolled into the crater in front, and the enemy's bullets were fired at him. The remaining three soldiers shot at the enemy desperately, attracting enemy firepower, and buying a little time for the deputy squad leader.
The deputy squad leader huddled in the crater, holding the explosive pack in his arms. Bullets whizzed through his head. He vaguely felt that the bullets were scarce. Gritting his teeth, the deputy squad leader rushed out of the bunker and rushed towards the enemy's fortifications in the distance. The dense bullets
Blocking his route, he was like a hero who was not afraid of death. Explosions fell behind him and bullets passed through his head.
Twenty meters away, a cannonball fell next to him. The shrapnel fired by the cannonball scratched his stomach, like a cut hose, and his intestines and internal organs flowed out, on the pale snow.
A bright red light appeared on the screen, and he was carried headlong into a crater.
"Vice monitor!"
When the three soldiers saw this scene, their eyes widened and they stared into the distance.
The deputy squad leader was not dead. He stretched out his hand, grabbed his intestines, stuffed it into his stomach, and tightened it with his clothes. The pain had exceeded the limit of the human body, but he still endured it with his strong will and touched the explosive bag. When he touched the explosive bag, he
He held him in his arms and held on tightly. With the flickering artillery fire, he saw the U.S. military bunker clearly. Without any hesitation, he took a breath and rushed out of the bunker. Just after running a few steps, a self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun appeared.
The chain of fire formed by the bullet from the car pierced his body.
Blood and flesh were mixed on the ground, and no complete body could be seen. The three soldiers stared blankly at the corpse of the deputy squad leader, with tears in their eyes. They tried their best not to let the tears flow out. The tears that flowed out would be blown by the wind.
The snow freezes and freezes into ice crystals.
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"Hahaha, man, have you seen it? These are a group of primitive people like the Indians. They use primitive weapons and want to use their flesh and blood to resist our guns. Of course, I mean they are only more powerful than the Indians.
The Indians are a little stronger, but not much stronger, and our weapons will tear them apart, just as they are now, and victory is ours."
"You are right. We have the most advanced weapons in the world. They will not be our opponents. Mike Marshal's decision is correct. Christmas on the Yalu River will go down in history."
"I don't know what the special Christmas food that Mike has prepared for us this time is. I guess it's chicken legs. This is our old tradition."
"The chicken legs are great, man. I'm tired of canned food. It would be even better if turkeys could be flown in."
"If it's not a turkey, then let the idiots in the logistics eat shit."
"Shit! They're here again. This is the first time."
"About twenty times, they are really not afraid of death. Our artillery and armored vehicles are all aimed at them. How dare they rush up? Are they really not afraid of death? In that case, I will send them to see them.
God."
The armored vehicle's large-caliber gun sprayed out chains of fire, and the bullets blasted holes the size of bowls on the ground. Mud mixed with blood spattered, and the powerful firepower suppressed the soldiers responsible for the blasting, unable to lift their heads at all. Several times they tried to
He rushed up from the bunker and was pushed back by the bullets above his head.
"Their firepower is too strong, we can't charge forward!"
"We must lay down the bunker. We cannot let the sacrifices of the squad leader and deputy squad leader be in vain. There are only three of us left. I will attract their firepower. You charge!"
A soldier holding a light machine gun with a wounded leg roared in a hoarse voice. With determination on his face, he replaced the bullets of the machine gun with a full magazine, took a deep breath, and looked with scarlet eyes.
Look at the mouth of the US military bunker and the muzzle of the heavy machine gun on the high ground in the distance.
At this time, three white-smoking grenades drew a beautiful parabola in the sky, landed accurately on the armored vehicle, and exploded violently. The entire sky was shaking. The two cheerful American soldiers in the armored vehicle were on the spot.
He was knocked unconscious by the explosion of three grenades, and the pilot controlling the cannon died on the spot.