The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 116 Breaking through the U.S. flank in 3 minutes

"Mortar is ready, turn to the left at 11 o'clock, fire three rounds in a hurry, let go!"

Battalion Commander Yang held his left thumb up and estimated for a while, and then gave the order firmly.

"call out--"

"call out--"

The cold shells were immediately blasted into the air, and with a trace of white smoke, they slammed towards the US military positions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by the huge roar of the shells, the impact and power of the shells instantly overturned the barbed wire at the point of impact.

The original white snow field was blasted into scorched black gun craters of different sizes, but only a few American soldiers were injured by shrapnel and fell to the ground.

"His grandma's, it seems that Lao Tzu's skill in aiming guns has not fallen."

Battalion Commander Yang stared at the explosion sparks unfolding in the distance, and let out a long sigh of relief.

In the past, before bombing, one or two test projectiles were fired to estimate the specific position, and then the muzzle was adjusted to continue the intensive bombardment.

But now, in order to deal with the US tanks, their heavy artillery was used intensively by Lei Gong, and their offensive artillery power was somewhat lacking.

If the remaining artillery fire cannot be caught by surprise, it is easy to be wiped out all at once.

Therefore, the artillery battalion can only take risks and blast out as many shells as possible at the first moment.

"The barbed wire fence of the American devils has been flattened by our shells, comrades, charge up along three routes as originally planned."

As Battalion Commander Yang spoke, he held up the Mosin Nagant and fired three shots at the American positions, as if sounding the horn of attack.

The artillery battalion fighters behind Battalion Commander Yang immediately charged forward desperately, with an overwhelming momentum.

Even though the soldiers were a little numb after being concealed for a long time, they still gritted their teeth and accelerated.

As veteran fighters who have experienced many battles, they all understand very well that if they don't rush for a short distance now, they will have to pay the price of several lives before they can move forward.

"Oh, shit! This group of lingering volunteers, shoot and kill them!"

The U.S. military officers on the ground pulled out their pistols in horror and shot at the volunteers who rushed forward.

Sudden bombs and gunshots made the American soldiers who had been lax in defense stand on end.

After being dazed for a few seconds, they almost scrambled into their fighting positions.

"It's almost time, lie down immediately, the first company fires to cover, the second company crawls forward, go all out, touch it!"

As the comrades of the artillery battalion rushed halfway, Battalion Commander Yang roughly estimated the time and had a premonition that danger was coming, so he immediately let the comrades 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 gunners on the U.S. position immediately swung the brass ammunition chains and sprayed continuous fire snakes at them.

The flying bullets hit the small snowdrift near everyone, causing bursts of snowflakes.

From time to time, soldiers of the artillery battalion were hit by bullets, and they only had time to grunt before staying in place forever.

But more fighters still moved forward one after another without any fear.

"Damn it, you can't let the devil's machine gun be so arrogant, bring me the mortar."

Battalion Commander Yang, who loves soldiers like a son, saw his comrades being swept to death one by one, and his molars were gritted in hatred.

But he has a different style from Yu Congrong, who took the lead and was not afraid of death. He knew that his ability to charge and fight was limited, so he didn't follow along.

On the contrary, he was hiding in a remote corner at this time, aiming at the machine gun position not far away with the mortar unloaded from his back, and immediately bombarded it.

"call out--"

"boom!"

A shell that soared into the sky landed precisely on the US machine gun position.

"Fuck you!"

The white soldiers who were frantically swinging and exercising to shoot were instantly blown into the air together with the machine guns.

When they fell heavily, only a shattered charred corpse and a machine gun that was broken in two were left.

Seeing that their companions had suddenly become like this, the nearby U.S. troops immediately poured their firepower into the position of Battalion Commander Yang and the others in horror.

According to the parabola of the mortar shell just now, the U.S. military roughly speculated, and then almost carpet bombed six or seven rockets.

In the area where Battalion Commander Yang stayed just now, there was only a big charred pit left.

"His grandma, if I leave five or six seconds late, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the day of victory."

Battalion Commander Yang turned his head to look at the position just now, and said with some fear.

At the same time, he set up mortars in the newly transferred position, ready to bombard useful targets.

There are several mortar battalions like him at this time, which put great pressure on the soldiers in the US military positions.

But despite this, the saturation of the U.S. military is a crossfire and it is not a vegetarian.

Under the guidance of the beams of the watchtower's searchlight, countless intertwined fire snakes ruthlessly poured on the bodies of the artillery battalion soldiers, causing huge casualties.

Even the mortar squad, which originally relied on mobility to fire shots, was severely restricted.

"It's his grandma, didn't Company Commander Wu say that they sent their company's most powerful sharpshooter to assist? Why has there been no sign of it after fighting for a long time?"

Battalion Commander Yang looked at the soldiers of the artillery battalion who were killed and wounded under his hands, feeling like a knife was twisting his heart, and couldn't help complaining a few words.

However, at this time, the searchlights of the US military watchtower suddenly stopped moving, and the soldiers in the artillery battalion immediately stepped up their attack after respite.

"Oh damn, is the bastard on the watchtower asleep? Why don't you move the searchlight!"

While cursing, the U.S. sergeant led two U.S. soldiers, and by the way, asked someone to carry a Browning heavy machine gun, and climbed up the watchtower.

However, when the U.S. sergeant reached the watchtower, he saw the scene in front of him, and suddenly his eyes widened in horror.

The two U.S. soldiers on the watchtower had already been shot and fell to the ground, and the location of the shot happened to be between the eyebrows. They were obviously killed by a sharpshooter.

"Shit! Get down, hurry up! We have to get out immediately..."

The U.S. sergeant realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned his head to escape from this place.

"boom--"

It's a pity that just halfway through his words, he was interrupted by a rapid gunshot, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Seeing this situation, the two American soldiers following behind immediately felt the pressure of death, and turned their heads to run away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Not far from the watchtower, Ping He raised the muzzle of his gun, and three bullets quickly shot out two American soldiers, who both fell to the ground and died with hatred.

"The platoon leader has good marksmanship!"

Although it wasn't the first time that Wu Jin, a member of the reconnaissance platoon, had seen Pinghe's sharp gun, every time he saw it, he still couldn't help but silently marvel in his heart.

"This time there were only two American devils, but the platoon leader fired three shots. Could it be that he wanted to be safer?"

Wu Jin, a member of the reconnaissance platoon, scratched his head and was thinking suspiciously, but when he looked up, his face was suddenly full of surprise.

On the watchtower, not only the American soldiers fell to the ground, but the huge searchlight on it also lost its light in an instant.

Some glass shards continued to fall to the lower place under the blowing of the cold wind.

Not only this watchtower, but several other places have been accurately sniped by the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon.

Although not every soldier in the reconnaissance platoon has the sharp marksmanship of Ping He, they have achieved similar results with a few supplementary shots.

The U.S. military who lost their searchlights is like a blind man. Generally, they can only pour firepower into the darkness not far away to suppress their inner fear.

"It seems that Company Commander Wu was wrongly blamed. These sharpshooters are really damn good, and we must not lose the chain."

"Call me, these American devils are all blind, if you don't charge at this moment, when will you wait!"

While talking, Battalion Commander Yang rushed forward with a mortar and a few shells in a half squat and trot.

However, although the U.S. military lost the illumination of the searchlights, their own machine guns and artillery fire still beat the soldiers of the artillery battalion enough.

But as the artillery battalion soldiers approached little by little, the unique charge horn of the Volunteer Army gave the US military officers a great sense of oppression.

"Oh, my God, aren't those artillerymen all idiots? Such a blind attack won't work, let's put flares first!"

Anxiously, the U.S. military officer immediately roared to the back, and the U.S. military orderly ran back anxiously.

After a while, the soldiers of the artillery battalion felt that the pressure of being blocked by the artillery fire was instantly relieved, and immediately accelerated the pace of charging.

But instead, flares soaring into the sky instantly illuminated 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 American machine gunners who seized the opportunity.

Seeing this scene, the US military officer couldn't help smiling proudly, feeling that his command was powerful, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

"This American devil's officer is really an idiot. Isn't it convenient for us to beat him when the light is on? Let me let him go!"

While cursing, Battalion Commander Yang quickly set up the mortar and poured the shells towards the US artillery positions.

Taking advantage of the charge just now, several mortar squads have already approached the US position.

In addition, the artillery fire of the U.S. military threw flares upwards just now, which not only illuminated the battlefield, but also exposed their own positions.

As a result, every mortar team tacitly and frantically smashed shells on the US artillery positions.

"call out--"

"call out--"

Under the bright light of the flares, the slightly dense black dots slammed towards the US artillery positions, and the white gas at the tail of the shells was clearly visible.

"Not good! What do these damn volunteers want to do! Hurry up and tell the artillery to divert all our artillery fire!"

The U.S. military officer looked at the direction where the shells pointed in the sky, and his smug smile just now froze instantly, and his face turned as black as coal.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous artillery fire instantly turned the US artillery positions upside down.

Whether it was the flesh and blood artillery or the thick steel barrel, they were all blasted into unspeakable pieces.

The American soldiers on the ground were frightened to death by their sudden appearance.

Now the artillery positions they depend on for survival have been taken over again, and a feeling of panic is spreading on the US military positions.

There is a world of difference in combat effectiveness between U.S. soldiers with a strong will to fight and when their morale is low.

After losing the cover of artillery fire, the heavy-hearted American soldiers basically only dared to hide behind sandbag bunkers and shoot quickly.

Most of the time, they only did the most basic aiming, and no one dared to show their faces.

Even the heavy machine gunners of the US military lost their wildness just now, and some timidly fired blindly, for fear of exposing their bodies.

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 saturated firepower still slowed down the artillery battalion's attack.

"It's probably okay if we let our artillery battalion attack from the front alone, but we will have to lose more than [-]% of our troops."

Battalion Commander Yang looked at the situation on the battlefield, made a rough estimate, and immediately pinned his hopes on Wu Qianli and the others.

The officers on the front line of the U.S. Army are obviously similar to Battalion Commander Yang's speculation. If the fight continues like this, the ending will definitely end in a tragic victory for the volunteers.

"Sir! Sir! We have been attacked by a wave of volunteers. Please send reinforcements immediately, otherwise our army will be defeated!"

At this time, the frontline commander of the US military rushed to the radio, roaring loudly with a trembling voice.

The other end of the phone obviously understood the seriousness of the matter.

Because under normal circumstances, even the players of the U.S. military will save face, and rarely say things like losing if they don't come.

"Please be sure to hold on, the flanking tank units will immediately weave through to the rear of the volunteers."

"At that time, you will make a counter charge and wipe them all out!"

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 led his guard squad to form a supervisory team, and personally went to the front line to suppress the American soldiers.

When the artillery battalion and the U.S. military fought fiercely on the frontal battlefield, the U.S. tanks on the flanks also received orders and quickly mobilized.

U.S. Sherman tanks dragged heavy steel tracks, crushing everything in front of them, and galloped towards the frontal battlefield.

The thick barrel of the American tank pointed straight into the air, and the roar of the tank engine was mixed with the pungent smell of gasoline, enveloping bursts of murderous aura.

"Damn it, this American devil's tank is so good, how beautiful it would be if it were given to us."

"It's a pity, it's about to be blown into scrap iron by Lei Gong and the others."

Yu Congrong looked at the American tanks going away, pouted with some regret, and said with emotion.

"Stop talking, the tanks of the American devils are gone, and their remaining forces are extremely weak, but we should not take it lightly"

Wu Qianli stared at the US military positions ahead with sharp eyes, and at the same time gritted his teeth and vigorously pulled the bolt of the Thomson submachine gun.

Because they had been in ambush for too long, the cold snow froze the parts of the guns.

At this time, Wu Wanli had grenades hanging from his waist, and he was holding two grenades in his hands. After calculating the distance, it was just enough to throw them into the inside of the semicircular machine gun position of the US military.

At this time, Mei Sheng was also holding a Garand rifle with a sharp bayonet on it, ready to fight at any time.

"Do your best, within 3 minutes, knock out the flank positions of the American devils, and eat all the American troops in these two rows!"

"After breaking in, go directly to their innermost command post, don't care about the scattered troops around, just go straight to the heart, and the battle will determine the world!"

Wu Qianli gave the final battle order in a deep voice.

After hearing this, everyone in the Seventh Interlude Company nodded heavily, and followed Wu Qianli towards the weak flank position of the US military.

(End of this chapter)