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Chapter 515 What Sound

"beat!"

Following the order of the lieutenant colonel, the anti-tank guns that had been prepared roared.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

A series of deep and rapid sounds sounded, and the sound of [-]mm and [-]mm light anti-tank guns sounded continuously.

The shells easily penetrated the armor of the tank not far away. The first tank in the lead had not yet found the enemy's position, and dozens of small holes were punched in the front armor. The crew members inside the tank had already died. Black people don't even know what happened.

"Enemy attack!"

"Go ahead and kill them, they don't have tanks!"

"Rush to their position and kill those guys!"

"The enemy is ahead, speed up, speed up!"

Suddenly encountering an attack, the group of blacks were not afraid, but shouted excitedly. In the cognition of this group of blacks, the enemy has no tanks, and they are only relying on some equipment to delay their attack. As long as they can rush into the position , they can easily kill this group of people.

The blacks were not afraid, but continued to accelerate. Fortunately, this area is not a very open plain. Otherwise, if all the tanks disperse, the first regiment might really be washed down.

"150 meters, the bazooka is ready!"

When the tank entered 150 meters, the American soldiers quickly picked up the RPG and other weapons beside them, and aimed at the tank unit that was rushing over.

"Fire, fire, blow them up!"

"Get rid of these guys!"

The blacks kept shouting excitedly, the enemy was right in front of them, there was no tank, they just had to rush over, the tank could crush the enemy's corpse.

"100 meters!"

The soldiers of the first regiment in the position did not panic either. Looking at the black tank troops who had come towards them, these soldiers were calmly in their positions, carrying rockets and waiting for the enemy to die. These tanks could not stop a rocket!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Some tanks fired at the position of the first regiment. For tanks without night vision goggles, finding targets at night is basically a test of the observer's eyes.

"Machine Gunner, Machine Gunner!"

"Shoot!"

The blacks were constantly communicating, and the machine guns on some tanks also opened fire, continuously shooting at the US military positions, but they didn't have any specific targets in their eyes, they just fired blindly.

Except for a few unlucky ones who were discovered, almost all the ammunition shot out was empty, but the blacks still enjoyed it and kept looking for targets, but they still pressed the trigger firmly, unwilling to let go.

"80 meters!"

"Fire!"

The observers in the position were constantly calculating the distance between the tank and the position. When the tank entered 80 meters, it had already reached the distance that could be observed by the naked eye, and issued an attack command without hesitation.

"Watch your back!"

"Watch your back!"

"..."

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

"..."

There was a series of flames and the sound of rockets. More than 30 rockets were fired almost at the same time. They flew across the air like meteors and flew towards the tank troops approaching the position.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"..."

More than 30 rockets hit more than a dozen tanks. These old-fashioned tanks could not stop the attack of rockets at all, and instantly turned into balls of torches. There were also some unlucky tanks whose ammunition depots exploded. The tank became a pile of spare parts in an instant!

"Good job!"

The lieutenant colonel stared at the sea of ​​flames in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction. Do these damned guys really think that they are invincible because they have a little tank?It's so tender!
"Our tanks are all blown up!"

"what happened!"

"I have no idea!"

Unlike the excited soldiers of the first regiment, the surviving tanks and the blacks inside the armored vehicles stared at what was happening before them, not knowing what to do. This had exceeded their cognition, and they had never encountered such a situation.

"Continue to attack and rush into the American positions. Anyone who dares to retreat will be shot!"

The voice of the supervisor behind him came from the headset, calming the panicked blacks a little, but when they heard the content clearly, they became even more restless, as if they were going to die.

More than a dozen tanks can be killed in an instant. Can these tanks and armored vehicles stop them?Many blacks have already started to retreat, and at worst they will become deserters!

On the side of the First U.S. Army Regiment, the lieutenant colonel looked at the black armored troops that had stopped advancing, squinting his eyes and thinking about countermeasures. This group of black troops was a little strange. They should either continue to attack or retreat. Now they stay where they are.

"Captain, are we going to attack?"

"Wait first, don't worry!"

The lieutenant colonel shook his head, he didn't know what the enemy was doing, and if he rushed out now, he might fall into the enemy's tricks!
"All right!"

The U.S. military is replacing rockets, and there are still a group of soldiers carrying rocket launchers ready to deal with emergencies.

"Is the US military position locked?"

In the rear headquarters, Yu Zhiqian had already smoked six or seven cigarettes, and there was a pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray beside him. Not only Yu Zhigan, but everyone present was very anxious, waiting for the results of the battle on the front line.

"The exchange of fire has begun!"

When Yu Zhiqian saw more than a dozen red dots disappearing in an instant on the screen of the headquarters, he already knew in his heart that his troops had engaged the Americans, and it seemed that they were at a disadvantage.

Yu Zhiqian didn't feel anything about the loss of these soldiers and equipment. It is no exaggeration to say that these soldiers and equipment may not be as expensive as dozens of American soldiers. Yu Zhigan can afford to lose these people.

If Yu Zhigan needs it, he can pull out a pile of cannon fodder from Whale Harbor now. These cannon fodder just don't have any fighting power. Of course, the soldiers in Yu Zhigan's hands really don't have much fighting strength, and even tanks overturned.

"Send the position of the forward position of the mountain division to the artillery unit. Isn't the Yankee always proud of their fierce firepower? This time let them also feel what fierce firepower is!"

Yu Zhigan squinted his eyes, picked up the communication equipment, and began to issue combat orders: "Attention all artillery units, target..., five rounds of salvo, get ready!
In the artillery headquarters, after receiving Yu Zhiqian's order, the commander Zhou Jie quickly sent the coordinates to every artilleryman.

Yu Zhiqian's artillery unit has a lot of weapons, including artillery of various calibers, from howitzers, rocket launchers, mortars, and even some old antiques, but no matter whether these things are useful or not, as long as they can fire, all of them have been mobilized. There are a total of more than 100 artillery pieces, all hidden in a valley.

Some of these artillerymen are black, and some are white, and the leading officers are all from the country.

"When I was a soldier, I had never seen so many cannons. Tsk tsk tsk, this is what we researched on our own. I guess there are not many of them in China. There are still more here!"

Zhou Jie touched an old-fashioned cannon and couldn't help sighing.

The artillery here can almost open an artillery museum. Almost all the artillery from World War II can be seen now. The types and complexity of these artillery can make the logistics staff cry.

Fortunately, Yu Zhiqian gave the order that after firing, some of the artillery can be discarded, and only some of the useful ones should be taken away, otherwise the transfer would be a huge problem.

In the position of the first regiment, the lieutenant colonel looked at the enemy who had not moved for a full 2 ​​minutes, and found some blacks jumped out of the car, and then fled to the sides.

At first, he thought that the blacks were planning some kind of conspiracy to raise everyone's vigilance, but when he saw that the blacks didn't even have weapons, he knew it was all because he was thinking too much, and the black soldiers should have been scared away.

"Looks like the black army is starting to rout!"

The lieutenant colonel slowly put down the binoculars, said something in a low voice, and then nodded vigorously, as if this was in line with the development of the matter.

"Let the people from the first battalion rush over and kill these black people, pay attention to safety!"

"Roger that!"

Soon a team of more than 300 U.S. troops rushed out of the position, covering themselves alternately, and moved forward. After advancing some distance, they found that this group of black people was simply a group of guys who cared nothing about their heads. Basically, they were all running for their lives and no one noticed them at all.

"Catch a few alive, and leave the others alone!"

After the officer finished speaking, he licked his tongue, aimed at a fleeing black man, and gave the order to kill.

"Roger that!"

All the soldiers shouted excitedly after hearing this. Obviously, this kind of downwind battle is their favorite, and there are bonuses for killing the enemy. They are all very excited now.

When the black soldiers ran for their lives, they only cared about themselves. Except for some of them who were a little educated, they would carry their weapons and keep them to save their lives. Some of them didn't want anything just to escape, they found a place in a panic and left quickly.

Not only that, but some black soldiers were so frightened that they didn't dare to move around, like a target, they were killed one by one by the American soldiers who were chasing them.

But at this time, a dull sound suddenly sounded from the distant horizon, and even a strange light flashed across the horizon, illuminating the horizon.

"Has there been thunder?"

The first reaction of many soldiers was that there would be thunder. These were people who had never fought positional warfare and had no idea what this strange noise meant.

And in the headquarters of the U.S. Third Division, Major General Bob was listening to the battle reports sent back from the front by his subordinates, nodding his head constantly, with some smiles on his face. Being attacked by bombers suffered heavy losses, and the blacks still couldn't make it into the big climate.

If you switch to the army of any other country in the world now, the third division may lose its weight and even be forced to retreat.

"What's that sound?"

Bob's ears moved slightly, and he heard a strange sound. He survived a certain battlefield in East Asia, experienced the baptism of war, and saw what war is.

"It seems to be thunder!"

Bob quickly pushed open the door of the command post, walked out, stood on the open space and listened carefully, and then yelled: "Bombardment! Bombardment, it's bombardment! Get out!"

But when he shouted, it was already too late, and the shells had already begun to fall from the top of the US military with a sharp sound of piercing through the air.

When the sound of breaking through the air sounded, the soldiers of the first regiment realized that they had been bombarded!

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

A hundred artillery pieces of various calibers, ranging from 155mm howitzers, cannons, large-caliber mortars, and old-fashioned Katyusha rocket launchers, etc., fell from the sky into the US military positions like rain.

"boom!"

A 155mm howitzer fell into the position, and the bodies of several American soldiers hiding behind the bunker were instantly lost, leaving only a deep pit and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Looking from a distance, the US military positions are now constantly lit up with brilliant fireworks, and behind each fireworks are the casualties of several dozen soldiers.

"Help!"

"I don't want to die here!"

"God, help me, I really don't want to die here!"

Accompanied by a burst of explosions and various wailing sounds, the lucky soldiers were not killed, but the continuous explosions around them, as well as the air waves, flames, and sacrificed comrades made them Terrified, he dropped his weapon and kept crying while holding his head.

The American soldiers who were still high-spirited before are now running for their lives like bereaved dogs.

"Get down, get down! Get down!"

The experienced soldiers lay dead on the ground, seeing some people scurrying about like headless cockroaches, and immediately yelled loudly.

But it's useless at all. These soldiers who have been frightened out of their courage have only one idea, which is to run, leave this damn place, and escape. This place is really terrible. They want to go home, back to the United States.

"boom!"

A shell fell into the frightened crowd, and a dozen or so soldiers who had frantically fled just now disappeared in an instant. Only a few pairs of shoes that fell tens of meters away represented that their master had been alive before. .

Looking at the sea of ​​flames behind them, the soldiers of the first battalion who rushed into the black tank position lay on the ground and looked at each other. They seemed to be the lucky ones. There was a place of purgatory less than 100 meters away from them, and they But they lived in heaven. Although there were various explosions around them, they were not attacked by shells.

"God, what happened!"

These soldiers lay on the ground and whispered, but before they had time to rejoice that they escaped unharmed, there was already a sharp piercing sound above their heads, and shells fell from above their heads towards the ground.

"No, damn it, disperse, disperse, this group of people are crazy, they even bombed their own troops!"

An officer roared and fled to the side as if he had lost his mind.

(End of this chapter)