The cannonballs carved a graceful and curved trajectory in the smoke-filled sky, turning into leaky rain and pouring down on the small square inch of Neutron Mountain.

A company of the 24th Infantry Division of the US Army, which had just recaptured Neutron Mountain with the help of aircraft and artillery cover, was covered by this "heavy rain" that fell from the sky before it could turn to the defense.

The US artillery observation posts arranged around Neutron Hill were preparing to calculate the position of the Chinese artillery by using the principle of the starting point of the projectile landing point and thrust reversing the trajectory.

It seemed that in an instant, everything in the vicinity of Neutron Mountain was calm, and only the continuous smoke of gunpowder around it testified to the fierceness of the artillery fire.

However, the calm of this moment is like an illusion that does not exist, with a high "Kill!" on the mountain. ", and once again pushed the unique notes belonging to the battlefield to another shocking supreme tone!

Wharton stood in the bunker observation post not far from the front of Neutron Mountain, holding the binoculars with an expressionless face, no expression could be seen on his white skin, calm like a butcher who was used to killing, but if anyone could see his eyes through the thick lenses of the telescope at this time.

You will find that the pupils of those eyes with a little Indian blood are like raging volcanoes, erupting with monstrous anger.

Seeing that the division of the South Korean capital was defeated, the 25th Canadian Brigade was disabled, and the army of the client state composed of other small countries was burned to the ground by a wave of white phosphorus incendiary bombs, where did the main force of the client state with Britain and France as the core dare to go up?

If they were in a hurry, the commanders of the British and French armies would have scolded back even more justifiably, why are you Americans' lives being fate, and our British and French lives are not? If that's true, then okay, let's go! When the time comes, defeat you, Americans, don't cry and shout for trouble with us.

What is it? The threat of the red fruit!

To say that the British and French armies are good to say that they are worried about victory and defeat first, and to say that it is difficult to hear is to lure wolves into the house!

Thinking of the urine nature of the British and French troops who did not work hard before, where did Wharton dare to use them, and in desperation, he could only pull up the American troops in his headquarters.

But in this way, casualties are inevitable, they are all expensive American GIs, not cannon fodder on the bad street!

But now Wharton has to use these precious compatriots as cannon fodder, because what is in front of him is the tempting target of cutting off the retreat channel of the main force of the Western Front of the Volunteers and encircling and annihilating the elite heavy army group of the Chinese army.

If it succeeds, it will be possible to replicate the miracle of the Incheon landing in 1950......

Wharton's eyes narrowed in the barrel of the telescope, and at the same time that a stone-like determination burst out through his eyes, his mouth suddenly opened, and he said in a cold voice: "Tell Lieutenant Moore to let his C Company immediately carry out a counterattack!" ”

The staff officer beside him hurriedly gave Wharton's order a few times, but before he could turn around and convey it, he hurried a liaison officer to Wharton's side and reported immediately: "Report sir, Lieutenant C Company Moore is dead!" ”

Hearing this, Wharton did not speak, still holding the telescope and looking at the Neutron Mountain filled with gunpowder in the distance, but his thin lips pursed tighter, and the liaison officer continued with interest when he saw this: "Several incoming shells fell on the starting position of C Company's attack, and one of them accidentally hit the company command post of C Company......

"Bang~~"

This sentence was like the last straw that crushed the camel, so that Wharton, who was already suppressing his emotions, could no longer bear it, directly smashed the telescope in his hand to the ground, stared at his bloodshot eyes, and roared at the liaison officer like a cannibal: "Cannonballs, fucking cannonballs, do Chinese shells have eyes?" That idiot in Heidenberg doesn't look like a pig, he's a pig himself, and the Chinese army in front of him only has a few artillery, which can't be dealt with, is he Heidenberg eating shit? ”

The liaison officer was afraid of Colonel Wharton's appearance, and quickly retreated to the side, and Wharton gradually calmed down after a fire, and wanted to grab the phone to give Heidenberg the pig a little color, but when his hand just grabbed the earpiece, he slowly put it down.

Without him, it was only because Heidenberg had publicly assured all the officers and soldiers participating in the war that their cat-and-mouse game with the Chinese artillery would be completely ended within 48 hours.

At this time, less than three hours had passed since Heidenberg's promise, but due to the reckless suppression of the US counter-battery forces, the power of Chinese artillery was significantly weakened compared with the previous attacks by Canada and South Korea.

Although the artillery coverage this time still caused a lot of casualties to the US troops, compared with the previous ones, both the density and the duration were much less, but the concentration of shells was placed around the Neutron Mountain position, which caused a lot of momentum.

Wharton was not only a technical officer, but also an experienced battlefield general, and he could not see the extent of the Chinese artillery attack this time, but because of the indescribable indignation accumulated in his heart, he found a flashpoint and vented it.

"Let Lieutenant Richard's F Company immediately engage in a counterattack, and as for C Company......"

After calming down, Wharton was still resolute, but he paused when he said C Company, stretched out his hand and took a new telescope from the staff officer's hand and looked at Neutron Mountain again before saying: "Withdraw, reorganize, and wait for F Company to be unable to withstand it, and then let C Company ......."

As soon as the words of "let C Company again" were spoken, Wharton's eyes covered by the barrel of the telescope suddenly shrank, and then the white flames blooming in the sky on the lenses in front of him completely completely enveloped the vision of the entire telescope.

So he couldn't control it anymore and threw himself on the telephone, grabbed the receiver and roared hoarsely: "Immediately pick up the counter-artillery command post for me, immediately~~~"

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"Heidenberg, you stupid pig! Didn't you say that the white phosphorus incendiary bombs that had completely suppressed the Chinese? Keep your pig eyes wide open, my C Company has been burned out by their white phosphorus incendiary bombs...... Syllable! ”

In the counter-battery command post, Colonel Heidenberg listened only a few words, and then hung up Colonel Wharton's phone call honestly and unceremoniously.

But even so, the stupid pigs, pig heads or something one after another, still made that fat face seem to be covered with a layer of frost, so cold that it was terrifying, glanced at the officers and soldiers in the command post, and finally fixed his eyes on a signal soldier, and his tone was majestic and cold: "Continue to contact Daniel's crew and tell them that I want more accurate information!" ”