Accompanied by the sound of metal friction on the steel tracks of the tanks, giant US tanks formed an "A" formation and drove slowly forward.
In the middle of the heavy tanks were U.S. military personnel carriers.
And in order to facilitate quick response, many US soldiers were kicked out of the car cursing and followed around the convoy with their guns raised, ready to respond to an ambush situation at any time.
There is also a white soldier at the front of each personnel carrier, holding tightly the mounted Browning heavy machine gun. The murderous muzzle of the machine gun is constantly aiming falsely at the surroundings, ready to fire at any time.
It has to be said that McClain, who leads the US Polar Bear Regiment, is by no means a straw general. The traces of the original battle in the snow made him wary.
Despite this, not a single US soldier noticed the soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company, who were only a few dozen meters away from them, and many US soldiers even complained.
"Oh, damn it, why did we have to be kicked off the troop carrier while they were still taking shelter from the snow and wind?"
A US military recruit complained angrily to his companions. When he was tired of raising the muzzle of the gun, he simply dropped his hand and only held the butt of the gun.
"Huh, just get used to it."
The U.S. military veteran had a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't even want to say too much, he just grinned.
As the US military continued to advance towards the command post, Wu Qianli and others slowly took out grenades and placed them beside them.
One part is a grenade shaped like a pineapple, with grooves on it, glowing black in the weak sunlight, and is specially used for anti-infantry.
What Wu Wanli held in his hand was a large black grenade. Feeling the heavy texture in his hand, Wu Wanli smiled with satisfaction.
Thanks to the arsenal of the US military command post, the 7th Interpenetration Company obtained this large grenade that can break the tracks of tanks.
At first, the Korean People's Army drove Soviet tanks and was invincible. Unfortunately, they were defeated by this grenade.
Seeing more and more American troops passing by, Wu Wanli tightened his grip on the large grenade, swallowed slowly, and his heart beat faster.
"Don't worry, let the American devils pass first."
Wu Qianli saw Wu Wanli's mentality and reminded him in a low voice.
In fact, not only Wu Wanli, but also the soldiers of the seventh intervening company who were lying in ambush felt a sense of discomfort.
There were too many American soldiers and they were too close. They could even see clearly the white vapor exhaled by American soldiers with cigarettes in their mouths and full beards.
However, all the soldiers lay tightly in place, and even their fingers were stiff due to the cold, and they did not move their bodies.
So no matter how careful the US military was, when they looked nearby, there was only a vast expanse of white snow, which was eerily quiet.
"Sir, do you want to go in and rest before the vanguard troops arrive at the command post?"
An American soldier ran up to McClain and asked him.
McClain raised his telescope and looked at the deathly silent U.S. Eastern Front High Command Post in the distance. He frowned and hesitated for a while.
"Send a battalion of troops to go in and conduct a quick search. The other soldiers will wait outside."
Unable to let down his guard, McClain was still unwilling to let the large troops go in directly. For safety, he would rather stay in the ice and snow for a while.
If it were before, he would definitely not be so timid, but after experiencing a huge rout on the front line, he no longer dared to underestimate these volunteers.
After all, the Polar Bear Regiment, which originally had a full strength of more than 4,000 people, now only has a broken number of more than 2,000 people left, and there are four entire battalions, each with only more than 500 people left.
The damage to the team's strength is objectively inevitable, so forget it.
However, although the defeated and wounded soldiers who were gathered back still retained their original fighting qualities, the vigor in their hearts that could fight a tough battle had almost disappeared.
If he hadn't held more than 20 heavy tanks in his hands, he would have no confidence at all.
"Yes, sir!"
When the messenger conveyed the collection order to the first battalion in the front, all the American soldiers had a grimace.
To put it nicely, it's a search, but to put it badly, isn't this just asking them to be the vanguard to go to the mines and clear out the enemy troops?
Although Peter, the commander of the 1st U.S. Battalion, was a little helpless, he did not dare to disobey the regiment commander's order, so he waved his hand to let the soldiers move forward.
Several exhausted American soldiers gradually approached the gate, and the bullet holes on it made them wary.
"Squeak——"
The door of the command post was slowly pushed open by a U.S. military veteran with one hand. At the same time, the gun he held in his left hand fired at the inside.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
After the bullets from a magazine were poured out luxuriously by the American soldiers, no enemy troops were found.
Seeing that it was safe inside, the restless American troops who were tortured by the wind and snow pushed the entire door open and wanted to search inside.
However, at this moment, as the door was completely pushed open and the grenade was pulled away, the sound of white smoke coming out suddenly reached their ears.
"No, there are traps! (No, there are traps!)"
The American veteran who reacted first immediately turned around and ran backwards.
After the other American soldiers reacted, their eyes widened. However, before they could escape, a huge explosion sounded.
"boom!"
The fragments generated by the explosion of the grenade pierced the bodies of the American soldiers fiercely. The American soldier at the center of the explosion died on the spot.
"Please, save me, save me! (Save me, please!)"
An American soldier's legs were directly blown off, and inches of white intestines flowed out. He was still wailing, looking extremely miserable.
It turned out that Lei Gong, who was rich in combat experience, had accurately calculated the long lead before leaving, connected the door with the grenade ring, and laid a trap.
"These cunning volunteers, huh..."
McClain slowly put down the telescope, snorted coldly, and looked at the sparks exploding in the distance. He understood what happened without asking him.
But for some reason, such an explosion made him feel a little relieved.
If nothing happened, he would have to wonder if the volunteers would have other means waiting for him.
"Use rocket launchers and grenades to explore the path and minimize soldier casualties."
McClain immediately issued this wealthy order. In the eyes of the US military, the lives of soldiers are always more important than weapons and ammunition.
After learning about this military order, Peter, the commander of the first battalion of the US Army, breathed a sigh of relief. There are no problems that can be solved with weapons.
"Whoosh-whoosh-"
"boom!"
Accompanied by the shuttle explosions of rockets, the US military directly destroyed the suspicious doors and even walls before entering the command post.
The U.S. military bombed from outside to inside like it was free of charge, and as expected, most of the grenade traps were directly destroyed. The entire U.S. first battalion also entered the command post.
"Oh, I'm afraid these volunteers are all demons and lunatics. Fortunately, I didn't stay in the command post to fight them."
Peter looked at the mutilated corpses inside and the traces of tragic battles everywhere, and couldn't help but think with some emotion.
After arriving at the innermost command and war room, you looked around, looking at the messy telegrams and some staff officers who had no time to escape, and you couldn't help but frown.
"Have you seen General Smith alive or... corpse?"
When Peter said that, his heart trembled slightly. He was a general-level figure. He couldn't really be capsized in the hands of this volunteer army.
"Sir, we have searched inside and outside and found no trace of General Smith, except there..."
While reporting the situation, the US military noncommissioned officer moved his eyes towards the location of the arsenal.
After all, the 1st Battalion of the US Army had already searched almost everything in the command post, leaving only the arsenal, which they had not yet entered.
After all, no matter how extravagant they were, they would not dare to actually use rockets to bombard the arsenal.
If one accidentally caused a series of explosions, their logistics supplies would not be able to keep up for a while.
When Peter was in trouble, Lei Gong in the distance had already prepared for the bombardment.
One after another, the 105mm howitzers were loaded with shells. The thick barrels pointed straight into the sky, and the adjusted angle was exactly aimed at the position of the US military at this moment.
"Report to the platoon leader that a battalion of American soldiers has completely entered the command post."
"Most of the areas outside have also entered the snow area where artillery shells are buried. We can shell them at any time!"
The artillery platoon soldiers who were originally observing with binoculars from the commanding heights now hurriedly ran down, gesturing with their hands as they ran.
After Lei Gong saw the warrior's combat gestures, he immediately understood what he meant.
"fire!"
With Lei Gong's murderous wave of his hand, the cannonballs that had been ready to go were shot out with a bang.
The powerful recoil caused the cannon's barrel to move backward and plunge an inch into the snow.
However, before the smoke from the shells cleared, the soldiers of the artillery platoon hurriedly stuffed the heavy shells into the barrel and started firing again.
"call out--"
"call out--"
Countless murderous artillery shells drew beautiful arcs in the sky, with the sound of tearing gas through the air, and smashed towards the US military.
Unlike mortar shells, the huge decibels of howitzer shells gave some US soldiers a buzzing and stinging feeling in their heads before they even hit the ground.
McClain, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, instantly recognized the sound of these howitzer shells. His heart suddenly tightened, his pupils shrank, and he raised his head and was stunned for half a second.
"Shelling! Lie down! (It's a shelling! Lie down quickly!)"
McClane ran to the nearest bunker and lay down, screaming loudly.
Fortunately, most of the Polar Bear Regiment are veterans. With their rich experience, they have already quickly jumped out of the personnel carrier and want to disperse.
"His grandma finally fired, but I, Lao Yu, was so suffocated that I gave him a severe beating! Kill these idiots to death!"
As Yu Congrong shouted, the machine gun in his hand also roared.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
In an instant, dozens of machine guns in the fire platoon fired at the same time, and countless bullets flew towards the US military in an instant.
For a time, the roar of machine guns even faintly covered the roar of artillery shells, resounding throughout the entire battlefield.
Many American soldiers who had just jumped off the personnel carrier were directly beaten to pieces by bullets and lay paralyzed in a pool of blood.
Several American soldiers subconsciously picked up the Browning machine guns hanging on the front of the vehicle, but the next second, the shells hit them straight down.
"Boom! Boom!"
The U.S. military personnel carrier hit by the shell was directly overturned and blown into the sky. The U.S. military that had not had time to evacuate was also buried in the sea of flames from the explosion.
A US tank turned the thick barrel of the turret and pointed it at Yu Congrong's position.
A grenade fell instantly, and the majestic tank instantly turned into a steel wreckage burning with blazing fire. Even the barrel was blown to one side.
As the round of howitzer firing ended, a layer of the originally thick snow was instantly blown away, and the US military suffered heavy losses as a result.
"Fight back now! (Fight back now!)"
McClane roared through gritted teeth. The previous round of shelling and machine gun harvesting directly killed at least hundreds of US troops and seven or eight tanks.
The U.S. tanks that reacted drove in Yu Conrong's direction one after another. They used thick steel armor to block their machine gun fire.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang..."
Countless bullets hit the armor of the US tank and were immediately bounced aside, leaving only rows of messy grooves.
"beat!"
At this time, Wu Qianli, who was ambushing on the other side, shouted, immediately picked up his submachine gun, and fired at the American troops behind the tank.
The originally vigilant US troops followed the tank, but unexpectedly, enemy troops suddenly appeared behind them, and were instantly killed by tailwind guns and anti-infantry grenades.
When the U.S. military finally reacted and lay on the ground to fight back with fire, the assault platoon soldiers picked up anti-tank grenades and threw them at the U.S. tanks.
"Boom! Boom!"
With the continuous explosions, the steel tracks were blown to pieces one after another, and the US tank that was about to leave the road lay on the ground.
At this time, some US tanks angrily turned their turrets, and their dark muzzles were aimed at Wu Qianli's position.
"Shit!"
A U.S. soldier was retreating back while shooting when he suddenly seemed to have stepped on something round and fell upside down.
When he turned his head to look, his mouth opened wide in an instant. Round cannonballs were gradually exposing the snow layer.
No wonder the US heavy tanks were not crushed when exploring the road. They were buried so deep and were only lifted out after the first round of shelling.
Realizing that something was wrong, the American soldier jumped up and was about to loudly warn his companions.
However, when he heard the roar of the howitzer, he was so frightened that his feet went weak and he fell straight next to the slightly exposed shell.
"call out--"
"call out--"
As the second round of howitzers roared, Wu Qianli and Yu Congrong both involuntarily asked the soldiers to move back a short distance.
"boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The howitzer bombing instantly detonated the buried shells, and the series of explosions turned the road into a hell on earth.
Whether it was the US soldiers lying behind the bunkers or the heavily armored US tanks, they were directly torn apart by the violent explosions.
The roar of the series of explosions continued for dozens of seconds, and the originally white snow instantly turned into a large blackened crater.
On the road, dense bones were burned to ashes, and the scattered blood clots exuded the smell of roasted meat. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of U.S. troops and more than a dozen tanks turned into nothingness.
Some of the American soldiers at the back of the road were knocked to the ground directly by the shock wave.
Some had their membranes shattered by the huge explosion. They covered their bleeding ears and rolled on the ground, howling in pain.
The remaining American troops stared blankly at everything in front of them, with a huge panic sweeping through their hearts.
All US troops, including McClain, had no idea how many troops this volunteer force had, let alone whether they would become the next victims.
"Pass it over! Kill all these American devils!"
At this time, Wu Qianli immediately picked up the Thompson submachine gun, led the soldiers of the assault platoon, and killed them in a roundabout way.
The soldiers of the assault platoon all held submachine guns in their hands. The sound of huge gunfire was superimposed one after another, and the gun flames kept flashing. It looked like there were thousands of troops.
"His grandma's, kill them!"
Yu Congrong on the other side also turned the muzzle of his gun, ignoring the numbness of the tiger's mouth, and continued to fire wildly at the US military. The ammunition belts on the side were trembling.
Dozens of Browning machine guns from the fire platoon simultaneously fired at the American soldiers in the rear.
The dense bullets formed long fiery snakes, like sickles, cutting down the American troops row by row in a pool of blood.
The soldiers of the Polar Bear Regiment, who had just experienced a major rout, were already weak in fighting will. Under such a rapid blow, some American troops ran backwards as if they had lost their souls.
"Retreat! (Retreat!)"
At this point, if the fight continued it was likely to be another rout, so McClain had no choice but to grit his teeth and give the order to retreat.
Thus, the spectacle of Wu Qianli leading a platoon to chase and fight an American regiment was born...
(End of chapter)
