After more than a dozen soldiers died, Major Fleming realized that it was not safe to turn off the lights and lighting in the dark. Several platoons under his command kept reporting attacks in the woods on both sides of the road.
"The attacker was covered in blood and he killed three of my soldiers with a bayonet."
"He approaches us silently every time. All my men are hiding in the woods now, not even daring to breathe loudly. That guy can determine our location with just a little sound."
"Major, turn on the lights. Without lighting, our soldiers are in extreme fear."
Officers at the company and platoon level kept sending reports. The devil in the darkness only attacked one target at a time, but it happened in different directions each time. No one knew how many attackers were hiding in the darkness. Now the ban on turning off the lights has been
It was abandoned and no one wanted to die without knowing it.
"Hell, if the enemy has a mortar, they can kill you idiots one by one." Major Fleming was really fuming. In such a dark night, turning on the lights is not a way to let the enemy attack you quickly.
What?
But when the U.S. Army major rushed to ask the soldiers to turn off flashlights and other lighting fixtures, he also saw several bodies dragged out of the woods.
His throat was cut with a knife, and he died in a terrible manner.
The soldiers who were killed obviously struggled desperately before dying, but were killed without giving any warning to their companions. Their twisted expressions at the end all showed the tremendous terror they experienced when they died.
"Damn, who is attacking us?" Major Fleming couldn't help but be afraid. He simply hid in a Greyhound armored reconnaissance vehicle and used the armor of the vehicle to protect himself. The headlights in front of the vehicle gave
It brings great comfort to people.
Wherever there is light, the devil should not dare to appear.
Soon the lights of the entire convoy came on. The officers realized that they were in a dangerous position and quickly drove their vehicles to leave. They had to get rid of the entanglement and find an unobstructed place with a clear view so that they could use their strength.
and firepower advantage.
"Damn you bastard, come out here." Major Fleming personally controlled the Greyhound's artillery, aiming the turret at the side of the road, ready to fire at any time.
The mountainous terrain in northern North Korea is accompanied by dense woods. The car lights shine on the trees on the roadside, causing all kinds of light and shadow to shake, but it also makes people unable to see clearly the scene in the woods. Everyone is highly nervous, and they are not able to do anything this time.
If he continued to advance, he began to turn around and retreat.
Major Fleming would not do such a foolish thing as rushing forward when the way back is unstable. He already understood that he had encountered an opponent, and the Chinese Communist Army might have set a trap waiting for him.
After all, the current battlefield environment is complex, and the Nanbang Army can no longer form a tight defense line. The attack on the regiment's supply depot shows that there are many loopholes on the battlefield that can be exploited. At this moment, Major Fleming couldn't help but regret a little - if he had known that the Chinese Communist Army would launch a massive attack, he would have
You shouldn't stray too far from the main force.
The rear team changed to the front team, and ran away with a twist of the head. This Nanbang company wanted to find a suitable place to build a strong position. Everyone felt that maybe they should wait until dawn before looking for the regimental supply depot. Hopefully, the supplies would be available by then.
Still there.
But less than two hundred meters after the rear team ran out, there was another loud bang. The leading troop transport truck exploded. It was exactly the same as the previous attack. The vehicle body was blown up and burst into flames, and in the dark night
Extremely conspicuous.
"Damn, we're in big trouble now." The moment Major Fleming saw the flames soaring into the sky, his heart immediately dropped like a lead weight. The reason why he stopped moving forward was because he was worried about an ambush ahead, but
Now he realized that he had really underestimated the attacker in the dark.
That cunning guy actually planted at least two mines. He let the Nanbang convoy pass the first mine site, and then detonated the second mine site. Only when Major Fleming realized something was wrong and wanted to run away
The first minefield was detonated, and now the entire convoy was trapped.
"The situation is critical, we must get out of here." Major Fleming began to sweat on his forehead. Now he really regretted that he had been too reckless and foolishly ran into the enemy's ambush.
Upon hearing the major's words to 'leave', the driver of the M8 Greyhound immediately drove into the burning wreckage of the truck. At this time, only a seven- to eight-ton armored reconnaissance vehicle could push the wreckage away and create an escape path for the convoy.
the road.
The machine guns and turrets on the 'Greyhound' were firing. Major Fleming personally operated the cannon and kept shooting at the dark woods on both sides of the road. He knew that this would not have much effect, but hearing a sound was better than nothing.
Seeing his boss firing, the soldiers below kept firing to be emboldened. But just as Major Fleming fired a few 37mm artillery shells, he suddenly felt a burst of warm liquid splashing on his head and face.
On the neck.
With a plop, the machine gunner standing on the open turret fell down and fell into the turret. Major Fleming wiped the blood on his face, and only through the light in the turret could he see that half of the machine gunner's neck was missing.
It looked like he had been shot.
The machine gunner was about to die, covering the wound on his neck with both hands. He stared blankly at Major Fleming who was close at hand, with blood bubbles in his mouth and speechless. Blood spurted out from the gap in his neck.
, emerged from the gaps between his fingers and quickly infected him.
"Who is this person attacking us?" Major Fleming felt disgusted and deeply frightened. He shouted to the driver: "For the sake of God, get out of this damn place quickly."
The M8 Greyhound kept hitting the wreckage of the bombed truck at full power, and finally pushed it to the side of the road. But after running for a few times, the driver suddenly realized that he could not see anything in front of him, and he suddenly exclaimed:
"Our car lights are broken, someone knocked off our car lights."
Without headlights, driving in the dark mountains is looking for death. The broken roads here have a lot of slopes and cliffs, and you will fall into them if you are not careful.
"Let the truck behind us lead the way." Major Fleming was also anxious and quickly called over the radio for a truck to come up.
The truck had not driven a hundred meters when a grenade flew from the roadside, smashed the window and threw it into the cab. Then it exploded amidst the driver's scream. The driver was killed alive and the truck could not be driven.
Already.
The entire convoy immediately opened fire violently at the place where the bombs might be dropped, and Major Fleming fired more than a dozen shells at once. But when the manic firepower stopped, the entire dark battlefield fell into dead silence again.
Major Fleming looked out through the observation hole of the Greyhound turret and felt like crying in his heart, "Is that bastard who attacked us dead?"
Whether you are dead or not, won’t you know if you give it a try?
Another truck was sent to the front as a scapegoat to lead the way. Major Fleming even forced dozens of soldiers to get out of the car to guard the lead truck. As a result, the convoy ran at a snail's pace for more than a hundred meters, and a bullet was fired from a long distance.
Come, guided by the bright lights of the car, it hit the driver.
Now the convoy stopped again, and Major Fleming went completely crazy.