Rise of the Wasteland

War is not just about fighting equipment and morale. It is more about making fewer mistakes than anyone. People will make mistakes, and the complex battlefield environment will magnify even small mistakes infinitely. In the battle of Lake Changjin, both sides of the war made countless mistakes.

When the Volunteers tried to annihilate a division of the 6th War, its sixty division's task was to intercept the enemy ’s southward flight to the north, and its three regiments stuck on the hills on both sides of the road north of Gutuli, quite passively waiting. Coming to the door. Zhou Qingfeng's tank platoon is one of them.

In order to clear this path, the US military in ancient soil organized a reinforcement of about 1,000 people. Because the commander is Lieutenant Colonel Driesdale, 41st Detachment of the British Army, this support is also referred to as the 'Driesdale Division.'

This is a fairly powerful detachment with nearly thirty tanks, more than 140 vehicles, and a large number of aviation and artillery support. When it attacked to the north, it fought fiercely with three regiments of the sixty division. This detachment is quite confident that it can break through.

To be honest, both sides are a bit silly!

What's so deadly now is that due to Zhou Qingfeng's flapping wings, the infantry of the 'Drysdale' detachment was dispatched a day in advance. After he disrupted the US military position in Gutuli, behind his buttocks were some armored vehicles and infantry attached to this detachment.

In order to stop the 6th Division and the 1st Division in the siege reinforcements, the 60th Division of the Volunteer Army paid a great price. After all, the tank is not so easy to deal with, the US Army 6 team is still very effective.

And on the early morning of the 30th, because of the anger of Colonel Pooler, the commander of the US Army in Guturi, the armored unit belonging to the 'Drysdale Division' was asked to leave immediately, in order to catch up with the infantry in front of the detachment who was engaged in a battle with the volunteers. Come and kill the abominable night raider who escaped.

This armored unit includes 17 tanks, more than 50 armored vehicles and trucks, and more than 300 accompanying infantry, which is equivalent to a powerful armored battalion. And now, when this temporarily attached armored battalion was running around Zhou Qingfeng, he ran into the 'Teletubbie' who came to the rescue.

Is-7, the last one of ‘Stalin’, is the most powerful one. After Zhou Qingfeng's lavish spending of money has continued to strengthen, it has become a Tyrannosaurus Rex on the 6th floor.

However, due to several prominent radio antennas erected on the slick turret, 'Is-7' was nicknamed 'Teletubbie' by Zhou Qingfeng. But this baby's temper is not so good!

Seeing his ace appeared on the battlefield, Zhou Qingfeng, panting, hurriedly took the first few steps. The hatch of the ‘Is-7’ turret was also opened, and the platoon vice president responsible for staying out shouted, “The platoon leader, I can find you!”

"Don't say anything, Lao Tzu chases the Yankee's tank behind his buttocks." Zhou Qingfeng, who was already soft-footed, was pulled into the turret, and when he was energetic, he scolded immediately: "Grandma got a bear and chased Lao Tzu. To die or live, I have to revenge. "

The strengthened ‘Is-7’ has added facilities for the severe cold weather. Looking at Zhou Qingfeng ’s appearance to see how he is tired and hungry, he quickly gave him hot water and food.

Inside the tank, the heater was turned on. Zhou Qingfeng, who was seated at the commander's position, did not wait to breathe, while he ate and drank, he gathered in front of the commander's week-view mirror to observe, and asked the platoon deputy: "How many people did you bring?"

"Just this car." Pai Vice smiled awkwardly.

"What?" Zhou Qingfeng looked stunned.

The deputy explained: "The platoon leader, you have stolen too little diesel. I filled each tank with a bucket, and then hurried out to save you. For this, I disobeyed the military order. Criticized. "

"Dry, one for every car, I'm afraid that he won't succeed? As long as he can defeat the enemy, criticism will become a reward." Zhou Qingfeng's eyes looked around in the sight glass, and the white mist in the early morning was still relatively dense. It will not disperse at half past one.

"It's foggy. The artillery observers behind the enemy can't see us. The line-of-sight is limited to three or four hundred meters. It just happens to be a tank battle. I will kill him without leaving a piece of armor!"

Even after eating a few boxes of canned food, Zhou Qingfeng's courage followed. He fiercely ordered: "Leaving the road, the infrared night vision goggles turned on at full power, and the enemy was right in front of us."

Although the old-fashioned infrared night vision device has a detection distance of five or six hundred meters, infrared light can penetrate rain and fog, and it can also be used during the day. In addition, Zhou Qingfeng was willing to pay the cost, and the night vision device of his tank was particularly large in caliber and power, and the field of view was extremely wide.

With Zhou Qingfeng's order, more than sixty tons of steel giant began to deflect the car body. This extremely powerful Tyrannosaurus recklessly hid at the side of the road, its 130 mm main gun facing the road ahead, waiting for its prey to be caught.

"I loaded the caliber armor-piercing ammunition six times on the loader's ammunition rack." Zhou Qingfeng chewed the jerky order, and the loader in the car immediately placed a six-pointed bullet on the semi-automatic loader.

"Fire control is turned on, and the target is directly in front. Ranging, 550 meters, crosswind four." Zhou Qingfeng, as the captain of the commander, began to instruct the platoon deputy serving as gunner. In his weekly sight, American tanks have appeared continuously.

The armored unit of ‘Drysdale’ is still very careful and unhappy. After all, not long ago they had just lost a 'Pershing', and the accompanying infantry who got off the car protected the two wings of the tank and proceeded very cautiously.

Waiting for the six obvious tank outlines to appear in the white mist, Zhou Qingfeng shouted politely: "First hit the last car that broke their back, then fire forward and fire in turn!"

Boom ..., the 130-millimeter main gun shouted out of the sky, and the violent fire was ejected like a chicken knife. In the hot flames, the armor-piercing projectile of the second caliber flew over a distance of five or six hundred meters in an instant, hitting the sixth in the US tank queue.

This is also a ‘Pershing ~ www.readwn.com ~ Although it is no longer the world ’s most advanced tank, its performance is not to be underestimated. However, the US military had carefully built it and had high expectations. In front of its ninety-millimeter main gun and more than one hundred millimeters of main armor, the infantry of the Volunteer Army did not touch the head with blood.

However, all this became dregs in front of the 130 mm caliber gun. In a single shot, the armor of ‘Pershing’ was as fragile as a piece of paper. The armor-piercing warhead easily penetrated the front main armor, shattered the change box and entered the body of the car, and the cracked fragments instantly hanged the occupants in the car.

The forward warhead did not seem to be obstructed in the slightest. The motive that penetrated the vehicle body and killed the occupants and entered the rear of the tank instantly ended the surging output power and burst the motive.

Although not detonated, the power of this shell is extremely amazing. The 'Pershing' hit was turned into a pile of scrap iron on the spot, and the US infantry on both sides watched as it was severely hit in the loud noise and emitted black smoke.

The Is-7's main gun was roaring, and the first shot was sent into the barrel by a loader, and everything seemed extremely fast. The turret turned slightly, followed closely by the gun body again, and the continuous loud noise accompanied by the impact of steel and the purr of death.

The sixth 'Pershing' was hit, then the fifth was also in the sky, and the fourth was followed. The captain of the third car turned his head to watch his companion explode. He also received a fatal blow in the scream of horror and despair.

The first two tanks could not retreat, dodge, or even fight back. Their captain only heard the roar from the front, but he didn't even know where his opponent was.

After the fast and efficient six-stroke fire, the accompanying infantrymen lying on both sides of the road were now surrounded by various shrapnel and twisted parts. The tanks they wanted to protect had become six piles of smoking steel coffins.

And the massacre has just begun!