Rise of the Wasteland

The wind is biting, and the flames are raging!

The overwhelming attack of fire showed the unparalleled equipment advantage of the US military, but this baptism of iron and fire did not make the soldiers of the volunteer army succumb. The strong will of the ancestors is really beyond the imagination of future generations in our ordinary lives.

Even if the comrade-in-arm's body is broken, even if he is hungry and cold, even if the moment of victory has not been seen, but as long as there is still alive, there must be unyielding warriors to come forward.

An hour before dark, Colonel Pooler's men have occupied several vital commanding heights, but the battle has not ended, and the resistance has not been eliminated.

"How many of our enemies are there?" The Colonel, who was on the front lines, had been asking this question, what he wanted was a lot of vitality to kill his opponent. As long as people die, naturally any problems are over.

"We have counted the number of corpses and captives. The 60th Division of Fushengli lost at least 3,000 people. More than half of them were left by the 178th regiment opposite us." The lieutenant integrated the reports from the various units and gave a warrant People rejoice in the data.

In the view of the U.S. military, a unit withdrawing at a loss of 10% will retreat, a loss of 20% will lose its combat effectiveness, and a loss of 30% is a calamity.

Now in just one day, the 60th Division has lost almost 30%. One hundred and seventy-eight regiments of its three main regiments were half of the casualties. Such heavy casualties could almost declare that the troops were broken up.

"I'm really sad for the soldiers behind the hill." Colonel Pooler finally laughed a long day. He felt that his tough style was rewarded, at least not to worry about the enemy's night attack tonight, the opponent should completely lose his attack ability and only retreat.

At this moment, good news came from the frontline aviation controllers of the US military. The 'pirate' fighter responsible for ground support found the enemy's new heavy tank and the seized 'Pershing' vehicle when attacking the valley behind Fushengli.

"Kill those bitches." Colonel Pooler scolded fiercely on the radio. The morning scene was still echoing in his mind, which was a huge shame. A tank bombarded an own armored battalion. Although this armored battalion was incomplete, it was an unbearable loss.

"We also found that anti-aircraft gun. Ah ..., enemy tanks are maneuvering, they are accelerating. Hell, I saw the radar, it's firing." On the radio was the roar of the "pirate" pilot, who followed immediately Seeing the sorrowful flying smoky sky again.

Is it going to happen again in the morning scene?

Behind Fusheng, several bonfires were burning under the 'Pershing' chassis. The low temperature in the Changjin Lake area makes many weapons unusable. Once the tank engine is stopped, it is difficult to start it. It must be heated up.

Other vehicles are also warming up, and all soldiers are fed up and baking their weapons by the fire. They all use U.S. military equipment and strive to obtain the maximum combat effectiveness.

Looking at the time, Zhou Qingfeng stood on his IS-7's turret and shook his arm, and all the personnel started boarding. Each car was packed with a dozen or twenty people, and even the tanks were full of people. His super-composed tank platoon played a huge role, and finally there were enough drivers to drive the vehicle.

Each tank only retains the pilots, gunners, commanders and other tankers who need professional skills. Other positions are performed by ordinary volunteer soldiers. The excess tanks were sent to drive the captured tanks and vehicles, which met the needs of carrying three hundred soldiers.

During the heating of the tank, the entire starting position was unavoidably discovered by the U.S. pirates in the air. Several enemy aircraft immediately launched a dive, attempting to kill this powerful armored assault force with machine guns, bombs and rockets.

However, the two engineering vehicles used together propped up a network of air defense firepower. A large-scale fire control computer made of electronic tubes is operating at high speed to control the double-barreled anti-aircraft guns to quickly fire the shells.

The artillery turret's turret is turning flexibly and quickly, and the gun's barrel is swiftly pitched to release the anger that was suppressed for a day with extremely accurate firepower-the **** Yankee will bully us without a powerful air force. Don't use airplanes to fight if you have the skills!

During the rampant blast of firepower, countless hot shells jumped out of the turret of the anti-aircraft gun. One enemy aircraft after another was shot down, but one enemy aircraft came over. Obviously, the U.S. pilots in the sky received strong instructions and must kill this huge threat.

"Damn, have your tanks been warmed up?" Watching the enemy aircraft flying like a fly, even at high altitudes, you can see the huge body of the B-29, Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily. It will be killed alive. "

The platoon at the back and the ‘old machine gun’ are sweating. The snowy mountains and bare mountains have done everything possible to find firewood, but at present the bonfire is not big enough. The 'Old Machine Gun' was rushed, and he took off his precious cotton coat and threw it into the campfire.

"Burning, the tank can't start, I just froze to death." ‘Old Machine Gun’ set an example ~ www.readwn.com ~ The soldiers of the tank platoon followed suit. After all, as long as the tank is started, they can hide in the tank to avoid the cold. If they can't start, they will also wear clothes and die.

There are super artillery guns, ‘pirates’ are not terrible, B-29 ‘super air fortress’ is terrible. Nothing flies too high, not even a forty millimeter anti-aircraft gun. And it was carpet bombing, and there was nowhere to hide.

Zhou Qingfeng raised his binoculars and watched that the strategic bombers in the sky had opened the magazine. He immediately patted the turret and shouted to the driver, "We are not waiting, let's take a step."

The three IS-7s were electrically driven and strengthened for the cold and cold. They were activated immediately after receiving orders from Zhou Qingfeng, and their powerful bodies pushed their huge bodies forward.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng moved, his two IS-7s followed. Both the platoon deputy and the ‘old machine gun’ understood that they were queuing up and going crazy—this was to attract enemy planes to leave and give them time to warm up their engines.

Sure enough, the three IS-7s were the nails of the U.S. military's eyes. Seeing this heavy tank with a large muzzle began to accelerate forward, whether it was a 'pirate' like a fly or a 'super air fortress' like a giant, all followed.

In order to emphasize the accuracy of bombing, and even risk reducing the flying height, a B-29 equipped with a Norton bomber claims to be able to throw a bomb into a pickle bucket on the ground. It apparently wanted to fly down the valley and pile up Zhou Qingfeng's IS-7 with a huge number of bombs.

"Fuck-You!" Looking at the "Super Air Fortress" that volleyed, Zhou Qingfeng had only one M2HB in his hand to shoot at the air. This thing is quite good for fighting infantry. Fighting "pirates" is very difficult. It is even impossible to hit B-29.

"Speed ​​up Lao Tzu, speed up if you don't want to die. The bomb rain is about to fall, and we must rush to the Americans to escape!"