Chapter 953: Trap

M26 'Pershing', an untimely tank. When it was produced, World War II was about to end, and its original combat target had come to an end. After finally going to the Korean battlefield, I soon found that I was not used to the rugged mountains of North Korea.

However, the "Pershing" gun is thick and armored, and its mobility is not bad. It is also difficult for the volunteers to deal with the enemy's equipment. When this thing rumbled out, the volunteer soldiers in charge of luring the enemy were all nervous.

Because of the flat terrain, the improvised task force did not dare to get too close, and the main force was placed one kilometer away from the US military airport. A small number of scouts approached within two to three hundred meters, and used walkie-talkies to send back information about the enemy. Mortars in the rear will fire flares to indicate the target.

The U.S. tanks attacked with two-way pincers. The leading "Greyhound" was fast and its four wheels were spinning. The 37mm artillery it was equipped with kept firing, trying to find the harassing enemy.

The "Pershing" in the rear also fired a few shots from time to time, and the dazzling bullet marks of the shells left a strong visual impact on people's eyes.

The grenade exploded into clusters of mud flowers on the ground, and the soldiers near the impact point had to bury their heads in suffering, and they could only accept their fate if they were killed by the bombing. Because the radio kept sending instructions from the superiors-don't act rashly when the enemy comes up.

A 'Greyhound' rushed too far, and finally touched the defense line set up by the task force battalion. Its car body weighing eight tons suddenly exploded violently, and was swallowed by a ball of flames on the ground. This sudden explosion attracted the attention of all US troops, even Chief of Staff Holmes who was staying at the airport.

"Where is the enemy?" His Excellency the Chief of Staff asked behind the position with his binoculars held up. He also held a howitzer battery in his hand. The 105 caliber shells were enough to destroy any opponent who dared to appear in front of him.

The officers of the regiment headquarters followed, also holding up binoculars to observe, "It seems to be anti-tank mines or explosives buried on the ground."

"It seems that our opponent is very cunning and ordered the tank unit to leave the road. It is impossible to bury anti-tank mines everywhere." His Excellency the Chief of Staff ordered.

At this moment, the two tank platoons attacking pincers focused on the 'Greyhound' that had just exploded. The infantry who followed them were disembarking, because they had roughly touched the enemy's temporary defense line-a dirt road next to a farmland.

"Fire and kill those yellow monkeys."

"Stop advancing, the enemy is two hundred meters away."

"Get the tank on, those yellow monkeys have no weapons against them."

"Let 'Greyhound' detour and beat those native asses."

The trials of the two sides were finally over, and the exchange of fire began in an instant on a front hundreds of meters wide. And in the chaotic environment of gunfire, Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the dark, waited for the order he wanted - let's do it, the soldiers have already attracted the attention of the enemy.

Zhou Qingfeng was already ready, and the M1 76mm tank gun he controlled was facing the side of a 'Pershing'. Step on the firing pedal with one foot, and an armor-piercing projectile flies out of the barrel.

The sides and rear of any tank are weak areas, and the "Pershing" is only hard on the front, and the side armor is only a few tens of millimeters. The cap-piercing bullets easily penetrated into the target's hull, destroying and killing wantonly inside it.

The scorching shell left a clear trajectory in the night sky, especially when it blasted away the armor of a 'Pershing', Chief of Staff Holmes, who was watching the battle from behind, immediately came to his senses, "Oh..., hell! This is a trap, The enemy has anti-tank guns."

The regiment officer next to him immediately turned his attention to the place where the bullet marks appeared. He grabbed the wired phone at hand, contacted the howitzer battery at the airport, and ordered: "Immediately shoot the forest about one kilometer north of the airport, and lay an ambush there." There are enemy artillery."

The busy howitzer company hastily turned its muzzle and fired at the various elements, but just before they started the calibration, the second armor-piercing projectile also blasted out of the barrel, and another 'Pershing' was hit and died.

The martyred tank ignited a fire and became the best light source at night. Other tanks also realized that they were not safe,

Hastily turned the muzzle to look for the opponent who attacked him in the dark.

Even the 'Greyhound' armored vehicles running around felt threatened, but instead of retreating, they rushed forward and bit, directly attacking the defense line set up by the task force battalion, trying to use their speed advantage to achieve a breakthrough.

Zhou Qingfeng, who fired two shots, was shifting his position. The enemy reacted quickly. The grove where he was just now had been set on fire, with flares, grenades, and 'Pershing' armor-piercing shells. With 'Sherman''s unreliable body, he would be finished if he was shot casually.

And just when the attention of the US tank unit shifted to Zhou Qingfeng again, the task force battalion that had already exchanged fire with the enemy finally began to show its power.

The old guy who was doubted by Zhou Qingfeng about his combat effectiveness before was playing with an American M1 mortar. His eyes were on the scope of the mortar, and after fine-tuning the muzzle, he said: "Six rapid fires, knock out the leading one first." That iron guy. We can't let that boy Zhou look down on us."

The 107mm shells were poured into the barrel and sprayed out quickly. Every time a shot is fired, the old man makes fine adjustments in the scope one or two times to ensure that the point of impact is consistent. Six rounds blasted out, flying hundreds of meters away and landing in the middle of the enemy tanks.

A 'Pershing' was tilting its turret to aim at the side, and the muzzle was pointing at the M4 driven by Zhou Qingfeng. Its commander has found the target and is directing the gunner to fire. However, when this 'Pershing' was trying to kill Zhou Qingfeng, one shell after another fell on its side.

The exploding sand formed clouds of smoke, and both the commander and the gunner were yelling and cursing and couldn't see the situation outside clearly. Just when the commander yelled to the driver, "Back 20 meters", a mortar shell fell from the sky, hit the top of the fragile turret, and poured into it.

Violent sacrificial explosions reappeared on the battlefield, and the ammunition rack of the leader 'Pershing' was detonated. The American infantry following the tank were all injured by flying shrapnel and flames, and several fell down in an instant.

The special battalion brought six large-caliber mortars, all of which were operated by experienced veterans, and the clerk of the regiment headquarters who knew how to drive specially drove them and the artillery around. Now these cannons are staring at the American tanks, and they can't penetrate the enemy's armor from the front. You can still try the empowerment.

Each vehicle carries hundreds of rounds of shells, and the firepower persistence is much stronger than that carried by manpower. Seeing the tanks that could really destroy the enemy, all the gun crews worked hard to put shells into the barrels.

Seeing the shells constantly exploding on the battlefield, Chief of Staff Holmes in the rear was frightened and angry. But he couldn't order the tank unit to retreat at this time. At this time, retreating will only be passively beaten, and he can only continue to invest in troops desperately.

"Put in two more tank platoons, and attack the enemy's flank from the west. Order the howitzer company not to restrict ammunition, and shoot all the shells to the positions of those yellow monkeys. And..., contact me immediately in Yunshan City Remaining regimental units, we expect them to attack from the flank."

Your Excellency the Chief of Staff was a little anxious. He thought it was just the enemy's harassment, but he didn't realize that it was a trap waiting for him. The opponent actually killed many of his tanks in succession. The only thing that can be counted on now is to pay a price to eat up this enemy force.

But who is eating who now?

Zhou Qingfeng, who retreated 200 meters, once again stabilized his turret. Facing the already heated battlefield, he locked on a 'Greyhound' that was crushing the position of the task force battalion, and said with a sneer: "Now there is no one Disturb my black gun."

Boom..., the cannons are rumbling!