"Prepare the mortar. To the left at 11 o'clock, fire three rapid rounds. Let go!"
Battalion Commander Yang raised his left thumb and assessed for a while before giving the order decisively.
"call out--"
"call out--"
The icy-cold shells were immediately blasted into the air, carrying traces of white smoke, and slammed into the U.S. military's position.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Accompanied by the huge roar of the artillery shells, the impact and power of the artillery shells instantly overturned the barbed wire fence at the impact point.
Burnt black cannon craters of different sizes were blasted out of the originally white snow, but only a few American troops were injured by shrapnel and fell to the ground.
"It belongs to his grandma. It seems that my art of aiming guns has not fallen behind."
Camp Commander Yang stared at the explosion sparks in the distance and let out a long sigh of relief.
In the past, before bombing, one or two test projectiles would be fired to estimate the specific position, and then the muzzle would be adjusted to continue the intensive bombardment.
But now, in order to deal with the US tanks, their heavy artillery is used intensively by Lei Gong, and their offensive artillery power is somewhat lacking.
If the remaining artillery fire cannot be caught by surprise, it can easily be wiped out in one fell swoop.
Therefore, the artillery battalion can only take risks and blast out as many artillery shells as possible at the first moment.
"The American barbed wire fence has been flattened by our artillery shells. Comrades, charge forward in three directions as originally planned."
As Battalion Commander Yang spoke, he held up the Mosin Nagant and fired three shots at the US military position, which was like blowing the clarion call for attack.
The artillery battalion soldiers behind Battalion Commander Yang immediately charged forward with all their might, and suddenly gained an overwhelming momentum.
Even though the long period of hiding had made the soldiers' bodies a little numb, they still gritted their teeth and accelerated.
As veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, they all know very well that if they miss a small distance now, they will have to pay the price of several lives in a short time before they can move forward.
"Oh, shit! These lingering volunteers, shoot and kill them!"
The US military officers on the position were frightened and pulled out their pistols and shot the volunteers who were at the forefront.
The sudden bombs and gunshots made the American soldiers who were originally lax on guard feel chills.
After being stunned for a few seconds, they almost rolled and crawled into their fighting position.
"The time is almost up, lie down immediately, cover with fire for the first company, crawl forward for the second company, and touch it with all your strength!"
As the artillery battalion comrades rushed halfway, Battalion Commander Yang roughly estimated the time and had a premonition that danger was coming. He immediately asked his comrades to lie down on the ground.
"Da da da da da da da da da..."
Sure enough, the moment everyone lay down on the snow, the machine gunner on the US military position immediately swung a brass bullet chain and sprayed a continuous stream of fire snakes at them.
The flying bullets hit the small snowdrift near everyone, stirring up bursts of snowflakes.
From time to time, soldiers from the artillery battalion were hit by bullets in the body. They only had time to grunt before they stayed in place forever.
But more soldiers continued to move forward one after another without any fear.
"Damn it, we can't let the Japanese machine guns be so arrogant, bring my mortars."
Battalion Commander Yang, who loved his soldiers as much as his sons, was so angry that his back teeth were broken when he saw his comrades being killed one by one.
But his style was different from that of Yu Congrong, who took the lead and was not afraid of death. He understood that his ability to charge and fight was limited, so he did not follow them.
On the contrary, he was hiding in a remote corner with the mortar unloaded from his back, aiming at the machine gun position not far away, and immediately blasted it away.
"call out--"
"boom!"
A soaring artillery shell landed accurately on the US machine gun position.
"Fuck you!"
The white soldiers who were swinging wildly to practice strafing were instantly blown up into the air together with their machine guns.
When they fell heavily, only a broken and scorched corpse was left, as well as a machine gun broken into two pieces.
When the nearby U.S. troops saw their companions suddenly become like this, they immediately poured their firepower into the position where Battalion Commander Yang and the others were.
Based on the parabola of the mortar shell just now, the US military made a guess, and then almost carpet-bombed six or seven rockets.
The area where Battalion Commander Yang was just now was immediately left with only a big, scorched black pit.
"It's his grandma's fault. If I had left five or six seconds too late, I might not have seen the day of victory."
Battalion Commander Yang turned his head to look at where he was just now and said with some fear.
At the same time, he set up a mortar at the position he had just moved, preparing to bombard useful targets.
There were several mortar teams like his in the artillery battalion at this time, which put great pressure on the soldiers in the US position.
But despite this, the saturation of the US military is not a vegetarian either.
Under the guidance of the beam of the watchtower's searchlight, countless intertwined fire snakes poured down on the bodies of the artillery battalion soldiers, causing huge casualties.
Even the mortar team, which originally relied on mobility to fire artillery, was severely restricted.
"Damn it, didn't Captain Wu say that he sent his company's most powerful sharpshooter to assist? How come we've been fighting for a long time and there's still no sign of him?"
Battalion Commander Yang looked at the soldiers of the artillery battalion who were killed and wounded, and felt like his heart was twisting in a knife. He couldn't help complaining about Wu Qianli.
However, at this time, the searchlight of the US military watchtower suddenly stopped moving. The soldiers of the artillery battalion got a breather and immediately increased their offensive intensity.
"Oh damn, is that bastard up in the watchtower asleep? Why haven't you moved the searchlight yet?"
While cursing, the US military noncommissioned officer led two US soldiers and had someone carry a Browning heavy machine gun and climbed up to the observation tower.
However, when the US military noncommissioned officer arrived at the watchtower, his eyes suddenly widened in horror when he saw the scene in front of him.
The two American soldiers on the watchtower had already been shot and fell to the ground, and they were both shot exactly between the eyebrows. They were obviously killed by a sharpshooter.
"Shit! Get down quickly, hurry up! We have to evacuate immediately..."
The U.S. military sergeant realized something was wrong and immediately turned around and tried to escape.
"boom--"
Unfortunately, just in the middle of what he said, he was interrupted by a rapid gunshot, and the voice suddenly stopped.
When the two American soldiers following behind saw this situation, they immediately felt the pressure of death and turned their heads to run away.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Not far below the watchtower, Pinghe raised his gun and fired three bullets at two U.S. soldiers. They both fell to the ground and died with hatred.
"The platoon leader has great marksmanship!"
Although it was not the first time for reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin to see Pinghe's magic gun, he still couldn't help but silently marvel in his heart every time he saw it.
"This time there were only two Americans, but the platoon leader fired three shots. Could it be that he wanted to be more safe."
Reconnaissance platoon soldier Wu Jin scratched his head and was thinking in confusion, but when he looked up, his face was filled with surprise.
On the watchtower, not only the American soldiers fell to the ground, but the huge searchlights above also lost their light in an instant.
Some pieces of glass continued to fall downwards under the cold wind.
Not only this watchtower, but also several other places received precise sniper fire from the reconnaissance platoon soldiers.
Although not every soldier in the reconnaissance platoon has the same marksmanship as Ping He, they all achieved similar results with a few follow-up shots.
The U.S. military without searchlights is like a blind man. Generally, it can only pour firepower into the darkness not far away to suppress the fear in its heart.
"It seems that Company Commander Wu was wrongly blamed. These sharpshooters are so damn powerful, and we must not let them slip."
"Fight me, these American devils are all blind. If we don't charge at this moment, how long will it take?"
As Battalion Commander Yang spoke, he took a mortar and a few artillery shells and trotted forward in a half-crouched position.
However, although the US military lost the illumination of their searchlights, their own machine guns and artillery fire still beat the soldiers of the artillery battalion to death.
But as the artillery battalion soldiers approached little by little, the unique charging horn of the volunteers gave the US military officers a great sense of oppression.
"Oh, my God, are those artillerymen all fools? There's no point in firing like this blindly. Let's put out the flares first!"
The US military officer was anxious and immediately roared to the back. The US military messenger also ran back anxiously.
After a while, the soldiers in the artillery battalion felt that the pressure of being blocked by artillery fire was instantly relieved, and they immediately accelerated the pace of the charge.
But what replaced it was a burst of illumination bombs that shot into the sky, illuminating the entire nearby battlefield as bright as day.
At this time, the few artillery battalion soldiers who stood up and charged were immediately beaten to pieces by the US machine gunners who seized the opportunity.
Seeing this scene, the US military officer couldn't help but smile proudly, feeling that his command was powerful, but he soon stopped laughing.
"This American officer is really an idiot. Wouldn't it be easier for him to beat us if the light shines on him? Give me a hard blow!"
While cursing, Battalion Commander Yang quickly positioned his mortars and poured the shells towards the US artillery position.
Taking advantage of the recent charge, several mortar teams had already approached the US military position.
In addition, the U.S. military's artillery fire just dropped flares upwards, which not only illuminated the battlefield, but also exposed their own position.
As a result, each mortar team tacitly and frantically threw shells at the US artillery positions.
"call out--"
"call out--"
Under the bright light of the flares, slightly densely packed small black dots, carrying murderous intent, hit the US artillery position, and the white gas at the tail of the artillery shells was clearly visible.
"No! What do these damn volunteers want to do! Notify the artillery immediately and ask them to divert all our artillery fire!"
The US military officer looked at the direction where the cannonballs were pointing in the sky. His proud smile just now froze in an instant, and his face turned as black as coal.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The continuous artillery fire instantly turned the US artillery position upside down.
Whether it was the flesh-and-blood artillery or the thick steel barrel, they were all blown into pieces that were indescribable.
The American soldiers on the position had been frightened half to death by the sudden appearance, and the volunteers were frightened.
Now that the artillery positions they relied on for survival were in trouble again, a feeling of panic was spreading on the US military positions.
There is a world of difference in combat effectiveness between U.S. soldiers who have a strong will to fight and those who have low morale.
After losing the cover of artillery fire, the heavy-hearted American soldiers basically only dared to hide behind the bunkers built with sandbags and fire quickly.
Most of the time, they only did the most basic aiming, and no one dared to show their heads at all.
This time, even the heavy machine gunners of the US military lost their wildness and started shooting blindly, fearing that their bodies would be exposed.
However, it has to be said that the firepower equipment of the US military is still extremely powerful.
Even if they had no intention of aiming, the blockade of saturation firepower still made the artillery battalion's attack somewhat slow.
"It might be okay if our artillery battalion attacks from the front alone, but we will lose more than 60% of our troops."
Battalion Commander Yang looked at the situation on the battlefield, made a rough estimate, and immediately placed his hopes on Wu Qianli and the others.
The officers on the front line of the US military obviously had the same assumptions as Battalion Commander Yang. If the fight continued like this, it would definitely end in a tragic victory for the volunteers.
"Sir! Sir! We have been violently attacked by a group of volunteers. Please mobilize reinforcements immediately, otherwise our army will be defeated!"
The US frontline commander rushed to the radio at this time and shouted loudly with a trembling voice.
The person on the other end of the phone obviously understood the seriousness of the matter.
Because under normal circumstances, even the players in the US military want to save face, and rarely say that if they don't come back, they will lose.
"Please hold on, the tank troops on the flanks will immediately circle around and reach the rear of the volunteers."
"When the time comes, you launch a counter-charge and annihilate them all!"
A decisive reply came from the other end of the phone, which made the US military officer feel relieved.
In order to stabilize the position, he immediately formed a supervising team with his guard squad and personally went to the front line to suppress the American soldiers.
Just as the battle between the artillery battalion and the U.S. military on the frontal battlefield was heating up, the U.S. tanks on the flanks also received orders and quickly mobilized.
American Sherman tanks dragged their heavy steel tracks, crushing everything in front of them, and galloped towards the frontal battlefield in a roundabout way.
The thick barrel of the US tank pointed straight into the air, and the roar of the tank engine was mixed with the pungent smell of gasoline, enveloping it with murderous intent.
"Damn it, this American tank is so good, how beautiful it would be if it were given to us."
"It's a pity that it will be blown into pieces by Lei Gong and the others."
Yu Congrong looked at the US tanks retreating, curled his lips with a little regret, and sighed.
"Stop talking nonsense, the American tanks are gone, and their remaining forces left behind are extremely weak, but we should not take it lightly."
Wu Qianli stared at the U.S. military position ahead with sharp eyes, and at the same time, he gritted his teeth and vigorously pulled the bolt of the Thompson submachine gun.
Because they had been in ambush for so long, the cold snow had frozen the gun parts.
Wu Wanli's waist was full of grenades at this time, and he still held two grenades in his hand. He estimated the distance and found it was just enough to throw them into the inside of the US semicircular machine gun position.
Mason was also holding a Garand rifle with a sharp bayonet on it at this time, ready to fight at any time.
"Use your best to knock out the American enemy's flank positions within three minutes and eat all the American troops in these two platoons!"
"After breaking in, go directly to their innermost headquarters. Don't worry about the scattered troops around you. Go straight to the heart and decide the outcome in one battle!"
Wu Qianli issued the final battle order in a deep voice.
After hearing this, everyone in the seventh interleaved company nodded heavily and followed Wu Qianli towards the weak flank position of the US military.
(End of chapter)
