"Hit!"

With the lieutenant colonel's order, the anti-tank guns, which had been prepared for a long time, let out a roar.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

A series of muffled and rapid voices rang out, and the sound of thirty mm, forty mm light anti-tank guns rang out continuously.

The shells easily pierced the armor of the tank not far away, the first tank at the head had not yet discovered the enemy's position, dozens of small holes were punched in the frontal armor, the crew members inside the tank had already died, and the blacks did not even know what had happened.

"Enemy attack!"

"Rush over and finish them off, they don't have tanks!"

"Rush to their positions and take out those guys!"

"The enemy is ahead, accelerate, accelerate!"

In the cognition of this group of black people, the enemy has no tanks, but relies on some equipment to slow down the pace of their attack, as long as they can rush into the position, they can easily kill this group of people.

The blacks were not afraid, but continued to accelerate, but fortunately this area was not a very open plain, otherwise, all the tanks would have dispersed, and the position of the first regiment might have really been washed down.

"One hundred and fifty meters, bazooka ready!"

When the tank entered 150 meters, the American GIs quickly picked up the RPG and other weapons beside them and aimed at the tank troops that were rushing over.

"Fire, fire, blow them up!"

"Kill these guys!"

The blacks kept shouting excitedly, the enemy was in front of them, there were no tanks, they just had to rush over, the tanks could run over the corpses of the enemy.

"One hundred meters!"

The soldiers of the first regiment in the position did not panic, looking at the black tank troops who had been coming towards them, these soldiers were calmly in their positions, carrying rockets and waiting for the enemy to die, these tanks could not stop a rocket!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Some tanks fired at the positions of the 1st regiment, and tanks without night vision goggles, looking for targets at night was basically a test of the eyes of the observer.

"Heavy, heavy!"

"Strafe!"

The blacks were constantly communicating, and some of the tanks were firing machine guns, constantly strafing the American positions, but they did not have any specific targets in their eyes, just blind strafing.

Except for a few unlucky ones who were discovered, almost all the ammunition that was shot out was empty, but the black man was still happy to do it, constantly looking for a target, but he still pulled the trigger and was unwilling to let go.

"Eighty meters!"

"Fire!"

The observer in the position constantly calculated the distance between the tank and the position, and when the tank entered eighty meters, it had reached a distance that could be observed by the naked eye, and gave the attack order without hesitation.

"Watch behind you!"

"Watch behind you!"

“……”

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

“……”

A series of fires and the sound of rockets rang out, and more than 30 rockets were fired almost simultaneously, and they flew through the air like meteors towards the tank units that were approaching their positions.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

“……”

More than 30 rockets hit more than a dozen tanks, these old-fashioned tanks could not stop the rocket attack at all, and instantly turned into a ball of torches, and there were also some unlucky tanks, the ammunition warehouse exploded, and the tanks that were showing off their might just now instantly became a pile of spare parts!

"Well done!"

The lieutenant colonel stared at the sea of fire in front of him and nodded with satisfaction, these damn guys, do you really think that you are invincible with a little tank? It's so tender!

"Our tanks, all blown up!"

"What's going on!"

"I don't know!"

Unlike the soldiers of the first regiment who were excited, the surviving tanks and the blacks in the armored vehicles, staring at what was happening in front of them, not knowing what to do, was beyond their knowledge, they had never encountered such a situation.

"Go ahead and attack, rush into the positions of the Americans, anyone who dares to retreat, shoot!"

The sound of the warlord behind him came from the headset, calming the panicked blacks a little, but when they heard the content clearly, they became even more uneasy, as if they were going to die.

More than a dozen tanks can be killed in an instant, and they can be blocked by these tanks and armored vehicles? Many blacks have begun to retreat, and it is a big deal to become deserters!

On the side of the 1st Regiment of the U.S. Army, the lieutenant colonel looked at the black armored troops that had stopped advancing, squinting his eyes and thinking about countermeasures, this group of black troops was a little strange, either they should continue to attack, or they should retreat, and now they stayed where they were.

"Commander, are we going to attack it?"

"Wait, don't worry!"

The lieutenant colonel shook his head, he didn't know what the enemy was doing at all, and now he rushed out, maybe he fell for the enemy's tricks!

"Okay!"

The U.S. military is replacing rockets, and at the same time, there are a group of soldiers carrying bazookas ready to deal with emergencies.

"Is the U.S. military position locked?"

In the rear headquarters, Yu Zhiqian had already smoked six or seven cigarettes, and there was a pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray next to him.

"It's a firefight!"

When Yu Zhiqian saw that more than a dozen red dots had disappeared on the screen of the headquarters in an instant, he already knew in his heart that his troops had exchanged fire with the Americans, and it seemed that they had suffered a loss.

Yu Zhiqian did not have any feelings about the loss of these soldiers and equipment, and it is no exaggeration to say that these soldiers and equipment may not be as expensive as dozens of American GIs, and these people Yu Zhiqian still lost.

If Yu Zhiqian needs it, he can now pull out a bunch of cannon fodder from Whale Harbor, these cannon fodder just don't have any combat effectiveness, of course, these soldiers in Yu Zhiqian's hands really don't have any combat effectiveness, and they overturn when they drive tanks.

"Sending the forward positions of the mountain divisions to the artillery units, haven't the Yankees always boasted of their ferocity of firepower? This time, let them also feel what it means to be ferocious! ”

Yu Zhiqian's eyes narrowed, picked up the communication equipment, and began to give combat orders: "Attention all artillery units, the target is ......, five rounds of salvo, ready!"

In the headquarters of the artillery unit, after receiving Yu Zhiqian's order, Commander Zhou Jie quickly sent the coordinates to each artilleryman.

Yu Zhiqian's artillery units were very miscellaneous, with artillery of various calibers, ranging from howitzers, rocket artillery, mortars, and even some old antiques, but no matter whether these things were useful or not, as long as they could fire, they were all mobilized, and a total of more than 100 artillery pieces were all hidden in a valley.

Some of the artillerymen were black, some were white, and the leading officers were all from the country.

"When I was a soldier, I haven't seen so many cannons, tsk, this is what we researched on our own, I guess we can't see a few in the country, there are still here!"

Zhou Jie touched an old-fashioned cannon and couldn't help but sigh.

The artillery here can almost open an artillery museum, and almost all the artillery from World War II to the present can be seen, and these types of artillery and complexity can make logistics personnel cry.

However, fortunately, Yu Zhiqian's order was that after the fire was fired, some of the artillery could be discarded, and only some of the useful ones could be taken away, otherwise the transfer would be a huge problem.

In the position of the 1st Regiment, the lieutenant colonel looked at the enemy, who had not moved in front of him for a full two minutes, and noticed that some of the blacks had jumped out of the car and fled to the sides.

At first, he thought that the black people were preparing some conspiracy to make everyone more vigilant, but when he saw that this group of black people didn't even have weapons, he knew that it was completely because he thought too much, and this group of black soldiers should have been scared away.

"It seems that the black forces have begun to rout!"

The lieutenant colonel slowly lowered the binoculars and whispered, then nodded vigorously, as if this was in line with the trajectory of the development of things.

"Let the men of the first battalion rush over, kill these blacks, and stay safe!"

"Roger!"

Soon a team of about 300 American troops rushed out of the position, alternately covering themselves, and touched forward, and after they advanced some distance, they found that this group of black people was a group of reckless guys, basically fleeing in all directions, and no one noticed them.

"Catch a few alive, leave no one else!"

After the officer finished speaking, he licked his tongue, aimed at a black man who was fleeing for his life, and gave the order to kill.

"Roger!"

When all the soldiers heard this, they all shouted excitedly, it was obvious that this kind of tailwind battle was their favorite fight, and there was a bonus for killing the enemy, and they were very excited now.

When the black soldiers fled for their lives, they only cared about themselves, except for some who were still a little literate and would carry their weapons and keep them to save their lives, and some of them didn't want anything in order to escape, so they quickly left in a panic to find a place.

Not only that, but some of the black soldiers were so frightened that they didn't dare to move in place, like a target, and were shot one by one by these pursuing American soldiers.

But at this time, there was a sudden dull sound in the distant sky, and there was even a strange light flashing in the sky, illuminating the sky.

"Did it thunder?"

The first reaction of many soldiers was that it was thunder, and these had never fought positional warfare, so they didn't know what this strange sound meant.

And in the command of the Third Division of the US Army, Major General Bob was listening to the battle reports sent back from the front line by his subordinates, nodding his head constantly, and some smiles appeared on his face.

If it were to be transferred to any other country's army in the world now, the Third Division would probably lose a lot of weight or even be forced to retreat.

"What's that sound?"

Bob's ears moved slightly, and he heard a strange sound, he had survived a battlefield in East Asia, he had experienced the baptism of war, and had seen what war was.

"It looks like thunder!"

Bob quickly pushed open the door to the headquarters and walked out, standing in the open space and listening carefully, before yelling, "Shelling!" Shelling, it's shelling! Spread out! ”

But when he shouted, it was already too late, and the shells had already begun to fall from the heads of the American troops with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

When the sound of breaking the air sounded, the soldiers of the first regiment reacted, they were shelled!

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Hundreds of artillery pieces, of various calibers, from 155 howitzers, cannons, large-caliber mortars, and old-fashioned Katyusha rocket launchers, fell from the sky into the positions of the American troops, as if it were raining.

"Boom!"

A 155 howitzer fell into the position, and several American soldiers hiding behind the bunker were instantly unable to find their bodies, leaving only a deep pit, and there was a heavy smell of gunsmoke.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

From a distance, the US military positions are now constantly lit up with brilliant fireworks, and behind each fireworks are the casualties of several dozen soldiers.

"Help!"

"I don't want to die here!"

"God, help me, I really don't want to die here!"

Accompanied by a burst of explosions and all kinds of wails, the lucky soldiers were not killed, but the explosions that continued to sound around, as well as the air waves generated by the explosions, the firelight and the sacrificed comrades, made them very frightened, dropped their weapons, and kept wailing with their heads in their hands.

The U.S. soldiers, who were still in high spirits before, are now fleeing for their lives like lost dogs.

"Get down, get down! Get down! ”

The experienced soldier lay dead on the ground, watching some people scurrying around like headless cockroaches, and immediately shouted loudly.

But it's useless, these soldiers, who have been scared out of their guts, have only one thought, which is to run, get out of this damn place, escape, it's really scary here, they want to go home, back to the United States.

"Boom!"

A cannonball fell into the crowd of panicked fleeing for their lives, only to see that there were more than a dozen soldiers who were frantically fleeing just now and disappeared in an instant, only a few pairs of shoes fell dozens of meters away, representing that their owners were once alive.

Looking at the sea of fire behind them, the soldiers of the first battalion who rushed into the black tank position lay on the ground and looked at each other, they seemed to be lucky, less than a hundred meters away from them was a purgatory, and they were living in paradise, although there were constantly various explosions around them, but they were not attacked by shells.

"God, what's going on!"

The soldiers lay on the ground and whispered, but before they could rejoice that they had escaped, a sharp sound of cracking the air was already heard above their heads, and shells fell from their heads to the ground.

"No, damn it, spread out, spread out, this group of people is crazy, they are even bombing their own troops!"

One of the officers yelled and fled to the side as if he had lost his mind.