Chapter 948: ‘Americans fight Americans’

When the Yankee tank rushed out, the volunteer soldiers on the Sancha Road battlefield felt that their hearts were about to stop. This is not a joke, nor is it to belittle it-there is a kind of heavy truck that you stand on the road facing at a high speed. The heavy truck in front of you is still with artillery and machine guns.
The soil army was really too soiled, and it had never experienced the shock of armor. Although I also dealt with foot basins and Chang Gong's tanks at that time, the foot basins and Chang Gong's tanks were also different from Mei Da's tanks!
The tanks in the foot basin are all bean tanks. Changgong is also a light tank that is not needed by Mei Da. These M4s weighing more than 30 tons are not an order of magnitude. Don't look at the 'Sherman' being bombed into the 'lighter' by the head of the tiger's panther on the battlefield in Europe, but it's easy to bully the soil.
Prior to the Battle of Yunshan, Eagle Sauce had never encountered an army that exerted its infantry tactics to the extreme, and rabbits had not encountered an army that exerted its firepower advantage to the extreme. Now that's the battle-rabbits killed and injured hundreds of thousands of people in North Korea.
Watching the frontline soldiers bravely and vainly attacked American tanks, the volunteer soldiers behind were both heartbroken and powerless. For light infantry lacking anti-tank weapons, tanks are an unsolvable problem, otherwise countries around the world would not manufacture such land-based weapons.
"Campmaster, let the trumpet retreat. If you fight again, you can't even retreat." Although his face was dull, the staff of the camp gave correct suggestions.
Retreat was not a difficult choice. The Tuya army emphasized movement warfare. When the guerrilla warriors started, it was ‘the enemy advances and retreats’. If you can fight, you can fight, you cannot fight. But this moment of aggrieved scene is bitter.
A word of "evacuation" wandered around the battalion commander's mouth several times, and when it was time to say, a dazzling white light burst out on the battlefield-the infantry behind the enemy tank was hit by a shell.
White phosphorus bombs, extremely terrible artillery shells, are specially used to deal with unprotected infantry. After the explosion, a large amount of white phosphorus with a temperature of thousands of degrees is sputtered. The target contaminated by it will continue to burn, the flesh burns through and penetrates the bones, and the smoke generated will strongly stimulate the eyes and nose.
This stuff is extremely dangerous and terrifying, and it can cause huge physical and psychological damage to the fighting soldiers. Americans used it against Japanese people on the Pacific islands very well. And now Americans have tasted it.
One by one, the American soldiers were instantly burned into a torch by white phosphorus, and they could not afford to fall to the ground within a few seconds. Some people shot and committed suicide in order to understand the pain. Seeing this scene, regardless of the enemy or me, all took a breath.
The Volunteers were surprised that the Americans had such terrible weapons, and the Americans were even more surprised that the shells came to their own positions.
"Campmaster, look! The Americans beat themselves." A soldier of the camp shouted. On the battlefield at night, you can clearly see the instantaneous bullet marks, and a white phosphorus bomb hit the infantry of the US accompanied tank.
The battalion commander of the battalion of the 347th Regiment immediately raised his telescope and quickly found the one who fired the shell ... "American tank?"
Just to be surprised, another white phosphorus bomb accurately hit the accompanying infantry on the other side of the tank unit. The same white light illuminates the battlefield, it is also screaming and shouting, and it is also shocking the audience-the world ’s anecdote, Americans are actually beating Americans!
If the first shot was accidentally injured, you can aim continuously and hit, this is not right.
The U.S. staff who had just organized the tank unit had not returned to his commander, and when he walked halfway, he saw the continuously firing white phosphorous bomb. He suddenly turned his head and was furious: "Asshole, stop shooting, you are hitting yourself!"
The target of this shouting was naturally the M4 tank at the back, which was said to have 'engine failure'. This tank actually fired before, but no one noticed its trajectory at that time. Now it is considered to tear off all camouflage, and the machine gun on the turret fired fiercely from behind.
"No ...!" The U.S. military staffer walked back a few steps, and saw the hot muzzle flames burst out, and his liver and gall burst immediately, but he was also hit by a machine gun bullet as a sieve.
The "old machine gun" on the turret fired fiercely at the American soldiers in the position, while cursing in his mouth: "I have stabbed Lao Tzu, I have suffocated Lao Tzu, I do not understand the words of foreign devils, why do you talk to me? Why must you talk to me? "
The canvas belt was beating constantly, the M1919A6 spewed bullets madly, and the 250-round ammunition box was emptied within a minute. The U.S. military positions across the Sancha Road were suddenly chaotic and everyone was in danger.
Except for headless flies, American soldiers who care nothing about their heads don't know what to do. Lieutenant Colonel Walton was also killed and evaded. His command was where the old machine gun was focused. A round of bullets aimed at him.
"Hell, what's going on?" His Excellency Lieutenant Colonel yelled under a jeep, his bullets kept swiping at his jeep, and several guards and officers around him fell down. The scene was chaotic. A mess.
"Sir, our tank, our tank is being attacked." Before clarifying why it was attacked, another low-ranking officer crawled over with hands and feet and shouted to the Colonel in a fluent tone.
"Tank?" Lieutenant Colonel Walton ventured to raise his head, looking across the position to the outer wilderness. What he saw was his own tank that was being fired, and immediately shouted in exasperation: "Contact the tank unit and let them turn around."
The sight of the crew inside the tank was very poor, and the heat outside was so hot that no one inside knew it. After waiting for Lieutenant Colonel Walton to contact his tank unit by radio, Zhou Qingfeng, who was in the US position, aimed his muzzle at these targets that threatened him most.
A round of armor-piercing bullets ... Zhou Qingfeng rushed to the position of the loader and stuffed the shell into the barrel. The reason why he did not strike the enemy tank first was because he wanted to hide a black gun in the enemy position. Who knew that Lieutenant Colonel Walton actually sent the tank out.
If the attacking volunteers were repelled, it would be Zhou Qingfeng's turn to mix in the enemy battalion and be blind. He had to give priority to destroying enemy tanks.
After the reloading, Zhou Qingfeng rushed to the gunner's position again, his eyes were in front of the scope, and he adjusted the direction and height of the gun with both hands, and locked the target and stepped on the launch pedal ~ EbookFREE.me ~ …, The 76-mm long-barreled artillery was fierce in the back seat. The intense smoke was spit out, and the cap-piercing projectile rushed out of the muzzle, bringing out a few meters of flame.
Zhou Qingfeng aimed at the tank behind the tank unit, and the armor-piercing projectile penetrated through the rear of the target turret, creating a small-scale metal storm. The commander and gunner in the target turret were immediately twisted into a pile of minced meat by flying fragments.
The tank unit is still advancing forward, but there is no accompanying infantry behind them, the Sancha positions are in a mess, and the radio is full of despair.
When the platoon leader of the US military who commanded the impact of the armor realized that the situation was not right, he finally got out of the turret and turned his head to see that four tanks behind him were knocked out in turn.
"Oh my god!" The U.S. tank platoon had a pale face, and he watched a tank being bombarded by a turret. The explosive waves and fire were shocking. "Hurry, turn around, someone is attacking us behind . "
The track of the M4 creaked and began to turn, and at this moment ... A sharp horn sounded suddenly on the battlefield, and the roar of the volunteer army's charge rang like a mountain tsunami.