"What do you say? The Volunteers have broken through the positions of the British troops? How long has it been? Less than twenty minutes...... Comrade Park Bong-young, please don't joke......"

"Commander, I'...... I...... I'm not kidding! ”

Through the observation port at the front of the position, Park Bong-young's tone trembled a little as if a platoon of the heavy firepower company was walking leisurely, rushing to the commanding heights of the position of the 6th Battalion of the British Commonwealth, which was known as the steel defense line.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that what was in front of him was true, there was no artillery support, no menacing charge, not even the most basic slogan.

A platoon of the heavy firepower company crossed out of the position with no sense of existence, so that Park Bong-young did not take the attack of this platoon as a matter at all, and at best felt that it was a tentative attack by those Chinese comrades, because he had never seen such a playful charge.

However, the next facts made Park Bong-young simply stunned, and the platoon rushed forward without any scruples, and when it encountered a rapid artillery attack, it dispersed on the spot, used the bomb craters to hide, and when the artillery stopped for a while, it launched another attack, and as a result, it directly penetrated the British position.

So much so that Park Bong-young still can't figure out who is making this joke between his Chinese comrades and the British army opposite?

"Our Chinese comrades didn't even hit a single shell, how on earth did they do it? Could it be filled out with human life? ”

The commander of the First Army Corps of the Korean People's Army, who was located in the rear command post, was also curious when he heard Park Bong-young's affirmative reply, and he was not far from the command headquarters of a certain main division of the Chinese People's Volunteers, and he knew the command situation from the bottom to the bottom.

When the Volunteers launched the attack, he didn't even hear a trace of artillery, and thought that the artillery of the Volunteers was not prepared.

This made the corps commander a big surprise, so he couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly grabbed the phone and called Park Bong-young, who was at the forefront......

The corps commander's impatient questions continued to explode in Park Bong-young's ears, and finally Park Bong-young woke up from the shock in front of him, but when he recalled the devastated scene of the previous row of heavy firepower, he fell into an even more inextricable shock, so he responded in a slurred: "Those ...... Those...... Those Chinese comrades, are ...... Be...... It's a charge with a cannon on his shoulder......"

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"Sir, Chinese are really charging with cannons, not to mention our sixth battalion of the British Commonwealth, even the most elite US troops cannot resist it, because Chinese is not aimed at them with thin barrels, but with black barrels......"

Major John, who had escaped death, as soon as he returned to the British camp behind Quang Pyeong-dong, immediately called the commander of the 7th Brigade of the British Army.

Well, it is not the Chinese army that dares to fight against the sixth battalion of the Commonwealth, but the demons who escaped from hell, and the equipment in his hand is not a gun that can fire bullets, but a universal cannon that can not only fight pillboxes, but also destroy minefields, and by the way, it can also blow up a few grenades. It's just a vulgar routine in British fantasy!

In this way, if the wise and gentlemanly brigade master can believe it, then it is really the sun hitting the west!

So without waiting for Major John to finish speaking, he interrupted Major John's next words in that stiff accent with a very Oxford flavor: "Okay, Mr. Major, don't talk about your whimsical ideas, failure is failure, even if you ask God to endorse it, it is also a failure."

So...... I order you to gather your troops at once, take back the position for me, and stabilize the front, I don't want El Alamein's trump card to lose her glory in this place where birds don't, but in exchange for a shame that cannot be washed away! ”

was reprimanded by the brigade commander, and Major John was also angry: "You nobles who only know how to hide in the rear should come over and see how strong the Chinese army is...... Oh...... Oh my God, what's that? No...... It's incendiary, and God is incendiary...... Ah......h

Major John was scolding vigorously, when he heard a flash of white light outside the tent, accompanied by a boom~~ explosion, hundreds of white fireballs accompanied by countless white smoke, and the British camp was submerged, and the British soldiers who could not dodge scattered and fled, letting out a strong scream.

However, no matter what method they used, they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies, not even with water, but they burned more and more, and finally in endless pain, they could only watch as the flames eroded their muscles and burned their blood vessels until they smelted the bones inside......

This was what Major John saw, but it was only the beginning, as the Chinese soldiers who had pursued it had already used their "cannons" to fire more incendiary projectiles into the British camp.

White smoke and dazzling flames fly everywhere, like a wonderful fireworks display at a bonfire.

However, despite the visual beauty, what poured into the ears was a hellish cry of extreme misery......

Finally, a bright light smashed straight into the gasoline warehouse on the side of the camp, and there was an explosion of "boom~~", and dozens of tons of gasoline pushed a feast of white smoke to a more bloody climax......

Major John immediately left the camp and began to flee backwards, but before he could run out of the camp, an 80mm white phosphorus bomb exploded right in front of him, so Major John, who was known as the defensive wizard of the British army, was burned to white ashes by the white phosphorus in his face......

The commander of the 7th Brigade could not care about Major John's rudeness, and rushed out of his headquarters as soon as possible, holding a telescope to look at the situation in the camp ahead, only to see where the smoke was filled, the flames were soaring, and from time to time there were a few British soldiers with raging flames running around, but they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies no matter what, and finally they could only fall to the ground unwillingly and die in pain!

Seeing this, the brigade commander put down the telescope in his hand and said gloomily: "The sixth battalion of the British Commonwealth is finished, I really didn't expect the Chinese to have such a powerful incendiary bomb!" ”

After speaking, he looked at Lieutenant Colonel Hamilton, the commander of the Royal Tank Battalion, who was holding a pipe and had an indifferent face: "Lieutenant Colonel, can you guarantee that the main force will return to Seoul safely?" ”

"Don't worry, my dear brigade commander, Chinese Molotov cocktails may be of some use to John's idiot, but to our armored ace who has really fought Rommel...... Hum...... It's just a tickle......"

Lieutenant Colonel Hamilton's expression was awe-inspiring, with the arrogance peculiar to the British, and he pouted disdainfully at the heavy firepower that had been concealed from the high ground......