Chapter Nine Hundred and Eighty Seven

"Sir, the enemy's armored force has broken through the third division's defense line and is attacking us." The staff officer of the first marine division just received the information from the front line, and immediately turned pale with fright.

Major General Smith of the 1st Marine Division closed his eyes helplessly, knowing that the situation had become extremely bad—the enemy was indeed extremely vicious and ambitious, and his armored assault force was even more unimaginably powerful. He rushed to the vicinity of Xingnan Port where the headquarters is located.

The two armies confronting each other on the Korean battlefield are very different in their command systems and methods. Because of the lack of logistics and communications, the Volunteer Army is at the front even at the division level. Even the headquarters of the Volunteer Army is only one or two hundred kilometers behind the front line.

In contrast, the US military command system is far away from the front line. For example, part of the headquarters of the 1st Marine Division advanced to Xiajieyuli, but the main personnel stayed with the headquarters of the Tenth Army in Xingnan Port, more than 100 kilometers away. The boss of the United Nations Army spends most of his time squatting in Tokyo, Japan.

So when someone broke through the defenses overnight and was killed at the entrance of the headquarters, this incident was truly unique in the history of US military warfare, and it made Major General Smith and other senior officers very angry.

The staff officers were trying to persuade their superiors to go to the Navy's warships, and Rear Admiral Smith asked: "Do we have any troops that can stop the enemy's armor force?

"The third division still has a regiment and two tank battalions stationed in Hamhung City. We also have two divisions of the Nanbang First Army that can be mobilized, and one of them is the first division with the best combat effectiveness in Nanbang." Said.

"Nan Bang? Sigh..." Major General Smith was really at the end of his rope, hopeless.

At present, the main force of the Tenth Army is pressing on the main battlefield around Changjin Lake, but now a partial division of the enemy is attacking the door, and only the third division with low combat power is defending the army. And the third division is being attacked by the enemy, and the senior generals of the US military have come to the point where they can only mobilize the Nanba division to save their lives.

The staff officer once again asked his division commander to take a helicopter to the naval aircraft carrier outside Xingnan Port, and said that the commander, Major General Almond, had led the team away.

When the matter developed to this point, Major General Smith was extremely helpless. The U.S. military has five divisions with nearly 100,000 troops on the Changjin Lake battlefield. The first land division, which is the most capable, is surrounded. Once bombed, now there are two divisions in Nanbang....

No matter how you look at it, the two divisions of Nanbang are more unreliable types. It is not as good as the third division that was just bombed and almost rebelled.

Major General Smith could only "do his best" to order: "Let the third division restore its organizational system as soon as possible. Let the Nanbai Army send one to support the third division, and the other to guard the port tightly. Try to delay until dawn. As soon as dawn, we will Can fight back."

Taking advantage of the chaos in the third division's defense line, Zhou Qingfeng was leading his fast column into the depths of the enemy's formation. More than 300 people under him are fully motorized and move extremely quickly. And after passing Wulaoli, the road becomes very open, and the front is Hamhung City in North Korea, and Xingnan Port is in the southeast.

But on the way into the city, Zhou Qingfeng was stopped by a river called Chengchuan River. The enemy illuminated the west side of the river bank with flares, and then ambushed dozens of tanks and anti-tank guns behind the east side of the river bank.

If it is only tanks and anti-tank guns, it is not afraid. The front of IS-7 is basically immune to the current US tank guns. But Zhou Qingfeng had the guts to cross the river, but several powerful grenades were blasted from the opposite side.

These grenades exploded into craters with a diameter of 50 meters. If it weren't for the poor accuracy during the test firing, Zhou Qingfeng would be able to fly to the west with one shot.

The people in the fast column were also taken aback, and the "old machine gun" shouted tremblingly on the radio: "The enemy has dragged out the heavy howitzer."

"Lao Mei has a lot of shells, this is really hateful!" Zhou Qingfeng backed up in a hurry to escape the enemy's sight, and the enemy even summoned artillery to blow up all the places where he might be.

This insane style is really only unique to the US military.

After finally recovering his life, Zhou Qingfeng looked back at the bomb crater blasted by the enemy, and said with the same tongue: "Howitzers? It's not just howitzers, I bet there are also naval guns outside Xingnan Port. This is at least It's a 203mm thick pipe, and we can't match it anyway."

In order to support the First Marine Division, the U.S. military parked seven aircraft carriers outside Xingnan Port at most. These aircraft carriers had more escort warships, and finally even mobilized the battleship USS Missouri. And even the smallest light cruiser has a lot of artillery, and any one of them is more powerful than the IS-7.

Discovering that the enemy had prepared large-caliber artillery to serve him, Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to retreat. But the purpose of his killing was to Xingnan Port, not to stay by the river to enjoy the scenery.

"We can't cross the bridge." Zhou Qingfeng retracted into his turret and spread out the map. He is not only facing the problem of enemy artillery, but another problem is that the bridge on the Chengchuan River cannot bear the weight of nearly 70 tons of IS-7, and it will be crossed when it is pressed.

"We can't enter Xingnan Port from the front." Zhou Qingfeng slid his fingers along the Chengchuan River towards its mouth. "We have to continue south from the west bank of this river, see if we can make a detour?"

Zhou Qingfeng looked at his watch, it was already ten o'clock at night, and he knew that he had to speed up. He notified the leadership of the 60th Division of his current situation by radio, and also learned that the 179th and 180th regiments who followed up were beating the chaotic third division of the US military.

The leader of the 60th Division asked Zhou Qingfeng not to be too reluctant, and if he could get into Xingnan Port, he would go in and make a fortune. If you can't get in, you can eat the third division. This piece of fat is already satisfying enough.

The sound of rumbling artillery was coming from Xianxing. Zhou Qingfeng deduced that the heavy artillery of the 3rd Division of the US Army was supporting the two regiments of the 3rd Division who were being beaten. After all, this is a U.S. military unit, equipped with a battalion of 155mm self-propelled howitzers, with amazing firepower and range.

"Battle Commander, what should we do?" Zhao Glasses, who served as the battalion instructor, asked on the radio. He wasn't a tank man, commanding infantry in the back truck.

"Go south, let's go to the beach." Zhou Qingfeng did not give up, and decided to walk south along the west bank of the Chengchuan River until he reached the beach.

Because he was in the heart of the enemy, Zhou Qingfeng didn't let the 'Pershing' who was not maneuverable follow him. He only took three IS-7s with him.

And when it came to the boundless sea, the shimmering water reflected the moonlight, and the salty sea breeze blew in. It was flat and quiet, without the slightest breath of war.

Wait..., who said there is no breath of war?

Zhou Qingfeng poked his head out from the turret and looked into the depths of the sea with his binoculars. He saw a large number of warships moored in the sea about seven or eight kilometers away, some of which were even taking off night fighter jets.

"My God, I ran into the U.S. naval fleet supporting the Tenth Army. I saw the enemy's aircraft carrier!" Zhou Qingfeng screamed excitedly while scratching his hair. But he shouted proudly in his heart: "Naval guns, right? I have them too!"