Chapter 953: trap

M26 ‘Pershing’, an untimely tank. When it was produced, World War II was about to end, and its original combat targets were at an end. After finally getting to the battlefield of North Korea, I soon found that I was not well adapted to the rugged mountains of North Korea.
However, the 'Pershing' gun was very thick and maneuverable, and it was also difficult for volunteers to deal with enemy equipment. When this thing rumblingly ran out, the volunteer soldiers responsible for seducing the enemy were all nervous.
Because the terrain was flat, the temporary task force was not too close, and the main force was located one kilometer away from the US military airport. A small number of reconnaissance personnel approached within two or three hundred meters and sent back the enemy situation with a walkie-talkie. Mortars in the rear will fire flares to indicate the target.
The U.S. tank launched an attack in two pincers. The leader 'Grey Dog' was fast and the four wheels whirled. Its 37mm artillery fired continuously, trying to find the enemy.
The "Pershing" in the rear fired a few shots from time to time, and the dazzling bullet marks of the shells left a strong visual impact in the eyes.
The grenade exploded on the ground with muddy flowers. The soldiers near the bombing point had to sacrifice their pain and died. Because the radio keeps sending instructions from superiors-wait for the enemy to come up and don't make any rash moves.
A 'grey dog' rushed forward and finally touched the line of defense set up by the task force. Its eight-ton body suddenly exploded violently and was swallowed up by a light on the ground. This sudden explosion attracted the attention of the entire US military. Even the chief of staff of Holmes, who was staying at the airport, was paying attention.
"Where is the enemy?" His Excellency the Chief of Staff asked behind his position holding a telescope. He also held a howitzer company in his hand. The 105-caliber shell was enough to destroy any opponent who dared to appear in front of him.
The regimental officer followed, and looked at it with a telescope. "It looks like anti-tank mines or explosives buried on the ground."
"It seems that our opponent is very cunning and ordered the tank unit to leave the road. Anti-tank mines cannot be buried everywhere," His Excellency the Chief of Staff ordered.
At this moment, both platoons of the pincer attack focused their attention on the 'gray dog' that had just exploded. The infantry following them were getting off the car, because they had probably touched the enemy's temporary line of defense—a dirt road beside farmland.
"Fire, kill the yellow monkeys."
"Stop moving, the enemy is two hundred meters away."
"Get on the tank, those yellow monkeys have no weapons against them."
"Let the" Greyhound "go round and rub those indigenous ass."
The temptations of the two sides finally came to an end, and an exchange of fire began on the front several hundred meters wide. And in the chaotic environment of guns and guns, Zhou Qingfeng hiding in the dark waited for the command he wanted-do it, the soldiers have attracted the attention of the enemy.
Zhou Qingfeng was already ready, and the M1 76mm tank gun he controlled was facing the side of a 'Pershing'. Stepping on the launch pedal with one foot, an armor-piercing projectile flew out of the cannon.
The rear side of any tank is a weak area, and ‘Pershing’ is only the front. The side armor is only a few tens of millimeters. It was easily penetrated into the target ’s car body by a cap piercing projectile, destroying the killing inside.
The hot shell left a clear trajectory in the night sky, especially when it blasted off a 'Pershing' armor, and the chief of staff Holmes who watched the battle immediately came to his senses, "Oh ... hell! This is a trap, The enemy has anti-tank guns. "
The regiment officer next to him immediately cast his gaze at the place where the bullet marks appeared. He grabbed the wired telephone at his hand and contacted the airport's howitzer company and ordered: "immediately cover and shoot a forest about a kilometer north of the airport, and ambush there. There are enemy artillery. "
The hurried howitzer hurriedly turned the muzzle to estimate the firing of Yuan. Before the school fire, the second armor-piercing projectile also blasted out of the barrel. Another 'Pershing' was hit and detonated.
The blasting tank ignited a fire that turned into the best light source at night. Other tanks also realized that they were not safe, and quickly turned their muzzles in search of opponents who attacked them in the night.
Even those 'Greyhound' armored vehicles running around felt the threat, but instead of flinching, they rushed up and bite, directly hitting the defense line deployed by the task force, trying to use their speed advantage to achieve a breakthrough.
Zhou Qingfeng, who fired two shots, is shifting positions. The enemy responded quickly. The small bush he had just stayed was set on fire. It was also a flare, a grenade, and a "Pershing" armor-piercing projectile. With 'Sherman''s unreliable body, it's just about to end.
And just as the attention of the U.S. tank unit shifted to Zhou Qingfeng, the task force, which had already engaged with the enemy, finally began to show its might.
The old man who was previously suspected of combat effectiveness by Zhou Qingfeng was playing with an American M1 mortar. His eyes were on the mortar's scope, and after fine-tuning the muzzle, he said, "Six shots quickly, knock the leader first. That iron guy. Can't let that boy look at us flat. "
A 107-mm artillery shell poured into the cannon and was quickly sprayed out. With each round, the old man fine-tuned one or two in the sight to ensure the same point of impact. Six rounds blasted out and landed in the middle of the enemy tank over a distance of hundreds of meters.
A 'Pershing' was tilting its turret and aimed at the side. The muzzle pointed to the M4 driven by Zhou Qingfeng. Its captain has found the target and is directing the gunner to fire. However, just as this 'Pershing' attempted to kill Zhou Qingfeng, rounds of shells landed next to its body.
The burst of sand formed a cloud of smoke, and both the commander and gunner were yelling and scolding the situation outside. Just as the captain yelled "20 meters back" to the driver ~ EbookFREE.me ~ 哐 When a mortar shell fell from the sky, it hit the top of the fragile turret and poured in.
A fierce detonation reappeared on the battlefield, and the lead 'Pershing' ammunition rack was detonated. The American infantry behind the tank were all wounded by flying shrapnel and flames, and several of them fell instantly.
The task battalion brought six large-caliber mortars, all of which were controlled by experienced veterans, and the regiments knew how to drive and drove them and artillery. Now these artillery are staring at American tanks, they can't penetrate the enemy's armor, and the initiation can still be tried.
Each car carries hundreds of artillery shells, and the firepower is much stronger than the human load. Seeing that they can really destroy the enemy's tanks, all the artillery groups worked hard to shell the shells.
Looking at the continuously exploding shells on the battlefield, the Holmes chief of staff in the rear was furious. However, he could not order the tank unit to retreat at this time. At this time, the retreat would only be passively beaten, and he could only continue to invest his forces.
"Put in two more tank platoons and attack the enemy flanks from the west. Order the howitzer not to restrict ammunition, and hit me all the cannonballs on the positions of the yellow monkeys. And ..., contact me immediately The remaining regiments are troops, and we hope they can attack from the side. "
His Excellency the Chief of Staff was a bit anxious. He thought it was just an enemy's attack, but he knew it was a trap waiting for him, and the opponent actually killed him several tanks in a row. Now the only thing that can be counted on is to eat up this enemy force at a price.
But who is eating now?
Zhou Qingfeng, who retreated two hundred meters, once again stabilized his turret. Facing the already heated battlefield, he locked a 'grey dog' who was crushing the task force position and said sneer: "No one is now Bother me with a black gun. "
Boom ..., the sound of gunfire is booming!