When the white fog and smoke cleared, Mo Lishou saw that the snow in front of him was covered with hit Chinese tanks, igniting piles of raging fires wrapped in black smoke, and the two tank regiments were gone, and his second brother was probably also ......

The sadness made him unbearable to look around, for fear of seeing a certain corpse showing the face of his second brother, and when he looked up, there were also a large number of destroyed American tanks in the distance, which looked like black spots of smoke on the snowfield, and the enemy also paid a heavy price.

But more enemy tanks were rushing over the wreckage, wrapped in a cloud of snow and mist stirred up by the tracks, and from time to time the ferocious flat front of the tank peeked out of the snow fog, like a hard-skinned wild elephant rushing out of a cave, and the flash of the muzzle of the smoothbore gun lit up from time to time, like the shining eyes of a wild elephant......

Mo Lishou couldn't understand why there was no artillery support from beginning to end, what the hell were those two artillery regiments doing! Even if the communication is not smooth, it will not be enough, the enemy is directly in front of it, as long as the conventional artillery fire coverage can change the situation of the entire battlefield, why in the end!

But when a group of advanced "B-2 Phantom" bombers like alien spacecraft roared over the wreckage of the Chinese (Chinese) tank, he suddenly understood that the positions of the two artillery regiments must have long since turned into a sea of fire, and that there was a problem with intelligence, and that all our military deployments could not escape the enemy's satellites, and our own satellite signals were all jammed.

Mo Lishou heard a bang, he turned around and couldn't help but see that the bottom door of the rear of a Type 90 tank that was hit and smoked from it was not far away opened, but he didn't see anyone coming out. I saw a hand hanging from under the door.

Mo Lishou jumped out of the crater and rushed to the back of the tank, grabbed the hand and pulled it outward, just then a dull explosion sounded in the car, and a scorching wave of steam overturned Mo Lishou to the ground a few meters away. What he had in his hand was a sticky, hot mass, half of a tankman's arm.

Mo Lishou looked up and saw a stream of flames erupting from the bottom door of the tank, he slowly crawled over and looked through the bottom door, and saw that the car had become a small crematorium, and in the dark red transparent flames, the motionless figure of the tanker was clearly visible, fluctuating as if in the water. A person is just decomposed in a raging fire, and in the end only a pile of residue remains.

Mo Lishou heard two more screams as a missile squad in front of him fired the last two anti-tank missiles, one of which was wire-guided and successfully destroyed an American tank. Another wireless-guided missile was also jammed and rushed straight upwards, losing its target.

There are survivors! Mo Lishou was overjoyed.

At this time, the six people of the missile squad withdrew from the bunker and ran towards the crater where Mo Lishou was. Running at the front was his second brother Mo Liqing. Thank goodness for that!

A B-2 Ghost spotted Moritz's team and swooped down on them, its angular body resembling a ferocious giant bat. A long line of machine-gun bullets hit the snow, and the snow and dirt that were struck up like a fence that suddenly rose and then fell quickly, and this fence passed through the small procession, knocking out four of them, only Mo Liqing and one soldier reached the crater to meet Mo Lishou, both with an anti-tank rocket launcher in their hands.

"Second brother." Mo Lishou called out in surprise.

"Big brother, it's okay if you're okay." Mo Liqing's smile was indescribably tired.

But there was too little time for them to do more communication. Mo Liqing first fired at the nearest enemy tank. Mo Liqing's accuracy was good, and he hit the front of the American tank. Induced the reactive armor of the tank, the explosions of rockets and reactive armor mixed together and sounded weird.

However, the old American tank was really hard enough, and after being hit, it was still able to move and rush out of the smoke of the explosion, and the fragments of reactive armor hung in front of it, like a tattered shirt. The soldier under Mo Liqing continued to aim at it, the bazooka in his hand shook with the undulation of the tank, and he was not sure to fire, when the tank, which was only forty or fifty meters away from them, rushed into a low-lying area, the soldier could only stand on the edge of the crater and aim diagonally downward, and the rocket launcher in his hand rang out at the same time as the tank's fire!

Fortunately, the American tanker fired a non-exploding depleted uranium armor-piercing shell, which hit the soldier at a muzzle velocity of 1,800 meters per second, turning his upper body into a cloud of blood!

Mo Lishou felt the crackling of fine pieces of flesh on his steel helmet, and he opened his eyes to see the edge of the crater right in front of him, the soldier's legs rolled silently to the bottom of the crater like the stumps of two cedar trees, and the rest of the warrior's body was splashed with a large radial red spot on the snow.

The rocket struck the tank in the front again, and the heat of the shaped energy explosion cut through its armor, sending smoke out of its hull, but the steel monster still dragged the smoke towards them, until it was about 20 meters away from them before it stopped in an explosion that lifted the roof of its turret high.

Immediately afterward, the American tank line passed around them, and the ground trembled slightly under the heavy impact of the cover. But the tanks paid no attention to the crater they were in. When the first wave of tanks rushed over, Mo Liqing grabbed Mo Lishou's hand and pulled him out of the crater to a jeep that was covered with bullet marks. At a distance of more than 200 meters, the second armored attack wave of the coalition forces was rushing rapidly.

"Lie down and play dead!" Mo Liqing said to Mo Lishou.

"Huh? Playing dead? "The lesson that Mo Lishou received was to die rather than give in.

"Nonsense, there are no bullets, do you really want to rush up and bite with your teeth? It's all about preserving your strength now. Mo Liqing pulled Mo Lishou down, and the two of them lay down in the crater together.

Mo Lishou closed his eyes and pretended to be dead......

"It's more like opening your eyes!" Mo Liqing said again, and wiped a handful of unknown blood on Mo Lishou's face, and then Mo Liqing also wiped a handful of his head on his face and lay down next to Mo Lishou's head, his steel helmet rolled to the side, and his thick hair pierced Mo Lishou's temples, Mo Lishou could only endure all kinds of discomfort with his eyes wide open, looking at the sky that was almost engulfed in smoke, and praying that the enemy would hurry over and he would blink.

Two or three minutes later, a US military personnel carrier stopped more than 10 meters away from them, and several US soldiers wearing blue and white snow camouflage uniforms jumped out of the vehicle. Mo Lishou saw two paratrooper boots covered with snow and dust step close to his face, and he could clearly see an eagle carved into the handle of the dagger inserted in the paratrooper boot.

The American soldier crouched down to look at him, and their eyes met, and Mo Lishou did his best to make his gaze glazed over, facing the blue eyes that revealed consternation. (To be continued......)