"boom--"
"boom--"
Under Lei Gong's urging, the soldiers of the artillery platoon stuffed the mortar shells into the muzzle as quickly as possible. With the crisp sound of the mortar firing pin, countless shells flew into the sky with traces of white smoke. .
"call out--"
"boom!"
Countless little black dots with the murderous intent of death crossed a beautiful parabolic curve and hit the feet of the US military.
"What the hell is going on? Didn't it mean that the volunteers were still blocked from the first line of defense?"
A U.S. military officer couldn't help roaring angrily as he looked at the surrounding fire clouds and the bombed corpses of U.S. troops.
However, before he could finish complaining, a rapidly falling mortar shell exploded not far from his position.
Although the shrapnel was blocked by the bodies of some unlucky American soldiers, the huge shock wave still pushed him directly to the ground.
The huge bomb sound wave made his ears buzz with tinnitus. He shook his head vigorously, so that the slightly blurry scene in front of him became clearer.
"Hurry up and send out the communications troops to inform General Smith. It's up to him to decide what to do next."
After the well-educated US military officer finished speaking, he simply lay down on the spot, relying on the bunker in front of him, and fired two shots from time to time.
But the artillery platoon of the seventh interleaving company seemed determined to use up all the artillery shells they had accumulated over the past few days. Round after round of bombing shells took the trouble to land near the US military.
"Grandma's, there's no need to save anymore, let me release them with all my strength. Our artillery platoon charged like their fire platoon before, wasn't it just for this moment?"
In order to let his men hear his voice amidst the sound of gunfire, Lei Gong exposed all the veins in his neck and roared angrily.
Not only did he reveal his infinite murderous intent, but he also wanted these shells to hit the heads of the American soldiers with the resentment he had accumulated before.
When the soldiers in the artillery platoon heard Lei Gong's words, the movements of their hands sped up a lot. They also held the same breath in their hearts and desperately used the artillery shells they had treasured as treasures before heading towards the US military position for free. pouring.
In such a cold, windy, icy and snowy environment, the barrels of many mortar cannons were beaten red and hot by the platoon soldiers.
But the soldiers in the artillery platoon didn't care about the service life of the mortar and the risk of exploding the barrel, and kept firing the shells at a faster speed.
"Oh, God, if they hadn't been attacking us now, I would have doubted whether this group was actually volunteers."
The U.S. military officers on the front line looked at the sky, where the percussion artillery shells were still flying, rising and falling to their feet, and couldn't help but curse in secret.
It was agreed that the tactical interspersion would be responsible for fire coverage. When did the Volunteer Army engage in such a rich and wealthy war?
Even the communications soldiers they tried to send back several times to notify General Smith were bombed alive. When the US military officers wanted to send people to report the news again, no one dared to move.
As a veteran who has been engaged in artillery for half his life, Lei Gong will make some tactical extensions after bombarding a round of US military positions to ensure that the connection between the front line of the US military and the command post is cut off.
Under several rounds of intensive artillery bombardment, the American soldiers on the front line simply lay down behind the bunker without firing their guns, covering their ears, waiting for the bombardment to end.
It's no wonder they were passive and lazy in fighting. If you were bombarded by artillery fire for a long time and could only hit the air when you fired a gun, I'm afraid you would also think of doing this.
However, just when the US military was being tortured by indiscriminate bombings, no one noticed that Lei Gong, who was in the artillery platoon position, made a quick combat gesture to Yu Congrong who was not far away.
"His grandma, these comrades in the platoon have been bombarded for so long. They have finally had enough. Now it's my turn to take action."
Yu Congrong suddenly became energetic. As he spoke, he asked the soldiers of the fire platoon and assault platoon to get ready.
Prepare.
"call out--"
"boom!"
There was another round of mortar shells roaring wantonly. At this time, Yu Congrong did not even wait for the shells to explode, and directly led the soldiers of the fire platoon and assault platoon to rush over.
There was no soul-stirring charge horn, or even a cry to vent their emotions. The soldiers of the two platoons just silently but quickly approached the US military position.
When the sound of bombing stopped completely, the American soldiers on the front line patted the snow particles on their bodies one by one. They just took a big breath for two breaths. Before they could fully recover, they heard the anxious sound. warning sound.
"The volunteers are coming. Get ready for battle. Don't slack off. Hurry!"
Not long after the bombing ended, the US military officer took out his binoculars and looked at the situation in the distance.
However, not far away before the smoke had completely dissipated, countless figures of soldiers from the 7th Interleaved Company approached their position.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
Before the U.S. military could organize an effective defense and counterattack, Yu Congrong took the lead in pulling the trigger. Other soldiers in the front row also used their submachine guns and machine guns to fire wildly at the densely populated U.S. military.
Countless bullets formed long tongues of fire, penetrating the smoke that had not yet dissipated, and hitting the bodies of American soldiers.
These troops of the 1st U.S. Marine Division can be regarded as elite. Under such a sudden attack, many U.S. troops actually stuck their heads out and poured firepower at the rushing volunteers.
Many U.S. machine gunners were killed by the shells just now, so the U.S. military climbed directly behind the machine guns, gritted their teeth and pulled the triggers.
Many of them were lying on the ground, and there were still residual limbs or blood clots from the US military. However, at this moment, the US military only saw the enemy and did not care about these at all.
"Grandma, if you're afraid of death, don't be a soldier of our 7th Interpenetration Company. Why don't you rush forward now and wait to be killed by the bullets of the American soldiers?"
Yu Congrong shouted while rushing to the front with a machine gun. There was not much distance left between them and the US military. With this charge, the surprise on the faces of the US soldiers could even be seen clearly.
Many soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company were suppressed by the sudden counterattack firepower of the US military and could not help but slow down their charge.
Until they saw Yu Congrong rushing to the front, a trace of shame flashed across his face, and he immediately quickened his pace, shouting and charging forward.
But the real battlefield was very cruel. Although the elite soldiers of the 1st Marine Division were shocked by the soldiers of the 7th Interpenetrating Company, they still stayed behind the bunker without hesitation and poured out bullets fiercely.
Many soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company who were halfway through the charge were penetrated by bullets that suddenly flew in, and fell heavily in a pool of blood.
But soon, new soldiers stepped on his body and rushed forward without fear. However, unlike the Japanese army's pig charge on the Pacific battlefield, the skirmishing formation of the soldiers of the 7th Interleaved Company greatly weakened the US military. of lethality.
More importantly, the elites of the 1st U.S. Marine Division suddenly discovered that the firepower they were proud of in the past was now at a comprehensive disadvantage.
These volunteers, who they used to jokingly call armed with junk goods, now all carry beautiful weapons, and they all have submachine guns and machine guns.
Imagine dozens of submachine guns or machine guns roaring together.
The overwhelming bullets even directly shattered the bricks of some courtyard walls where the US military was attached. Countless small stones splashed on their heads, causing them to swell up with small red envelopes.
Not long after the elite US military gritted their teeth and resisted desperately, they were once again suppressed by such powerful firepower and could not even lift their heads.
No matter how elite they are, they are powerless in the face of such dense fire coverage.
What's more, they were unprepared and consumed a lot of their strength by the artillery shells of the 7th Penetrating Company. With the current remnant army, they could not match the 7th Penetrating Company in terms of morale and firepower.
"retreat!"
The US military officer shouted and coughed violently.
Having enjoyed the peace of the rear command post for so long, he was now choked by the gunpowder and gunpowder smoke from such intensive firepower.
He had no intention of fighting a hand-to-hand battle with these tiger-like volunteers. He could only cover the wound on his left arm and slowly retreat back with the remaining elite US troops.
In the panic, they could barely stabilize their formation and retreat while fighting, but despite this, they were still harvested by the powerful firepower of the 7th Interpenetrating Company on the way back, leaving dozens of corpses behind.
Just when the U.S. troops on the periphery of the U.S. Army's Eastern Front High Command were killed by the 7th Interpenetrating Company until they collapsed, Smith, who was at the innermost part of the command post, also walked out of the door in surprise, looking at the smoke filling the distance, slightly dazed.
"Damn it, what kind of volunteer army is attacking outside? How many people are there? How did they get here?"
Hearing the intensive gunfire in the distance, Smith came back to his senses and immediately asked a series of questions with a little anger in his eyes.
"Sir, according to the latest frontline battle report, the large volunteer army is still blocked from the first line of defense, and even the second line of defense, and our peripheral security forces have not received any warning."
"And... even the front lines currently fighting against the volunteers have failed to send communications troops to inform them of the basic situation."
The adjutant next to Smith thought about the combat intelligence he had recently helped to sort out, and spoke slowly. But with every word he said, Smith's face turned darker. In the end, his voice became quieter and quieter, almost disappearing. generally.
"Why don't you say that this army was sent by God to come down from the sky to kill!"
Smith stared at the adjutant with his head lowered beside him and roared loudly, a trace of spatter sticking to the adjutant's face.
Not long ago, when the front was in emergency, he urgently dispatched some of the security troops stationed at the Wulaoli command post to support the front line. Currently, there are only more than 800 US troops in charge of security at the command post.
After all, at that time, Smith thought that the highest command post on the Eastern Front, which was surrounded and defended by hundreds of thousands of heavily armed elite U.S. troops, would be impregnable and would not be attacked by the volunteers. But now...
"The volunteers who can infiltrate must only be a small force, and these bombings should be the biggest noise they can create."
Smith took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and analyzed calmly.
"If that's the case, the most they can do with their strength is to create panic for us or interfere with our judgment of the battlefield situation."
Smith took it for granted that the 7th Interpenetrating Company's combat objectives were judged.
He could not have imagined that the real goal of Wu Qianli and the Seventh Crossing Company was to take away him, the highest command post on the Eastern Front, and capture him alive.
"Immediately mobilize the heavy artillery in the command post to violently bombard the surrounding troops. In addition, the tank troops will circle behind them. We must surround and annihilate all these hateful rats. We must not let anyone escape!"
Smith was very annoyed and gave the order, although he was a little stunned by the sudden attack and was very angry at this humiliation.
But he still maintained his caution and caution, and immediately used the heavy artillery and tanks in the command post.
But if Smith knew that the heavy artillery and tanks he had high hopes for had been packed with explosives by Wu Qianli and others who had lurked inside, he would probably be so angry that he would faint on the spot.
"Company Commander, the explosives are almost set. It's a pity that these good weapons and tanks can be used by our army..."
Pinghe looked at the tanks and cannons loaded with explosives, and shook his head with a little regret, but he was amused by himself in the middle of the sentence. How could they possibly pull these tanks and cannons away.
"Okay, don't be in a hurry to detonate it right away. I guess the US military should have sent people over now. When their people enter here, those American devils, tanks and artillery will be wiped out in the sea of explosion fire."
Wu Qianli smiled slightly, and finally let go of the big stone in his heart.
He patted Ping He's shoulder, noticed the wounds on Ping He's body, and could only sigh slowly.
In the current situation, of course there is no way to properly treat Pinghe's wounds. We can only wait until after the war, if there is a chance to survive.
At this moment, Wu Qianli keenly heard footsteps coming closer and closer outside. The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon hid in relatively safe positions, but the US military did not come in.
"How is the situation on the front line? How about the number of volunteers and firepower equipment?"
The US military officer with a small support force outside saw the US soldiers hurriedly running back from the front line and asked quickly.
"The first line of defense has completely collapsed. The volunteers' firepower is very fierce. You must be careful. I have to report the basic situation to General Smith as soon as possible."
The communications soldier who was running back from the front line pushed the U.S. military officer away as he spoke and ran toward the interior of the command post.
The U.S. military officers leading the supporting troops had a look of solemnity on their faces, and they immediately quickened their pace and rushed forward.
"Pinghe, you took some of your people to hide here and found the most appropriate time to blow up these tanks and artillery. So after destroying these heavy firepower of the US military, you led your own people to create chaos inside the US military command post."
Wu Qianli looked into Pinghe's eyes and gave serious instructions.
"A few more comrades who are not afraid of death will come with me!"
As Wu Qianli spoke, he picked up a submachine gun and led several soldiers to silently follow the communications soldier who ran towards the command post.
