Just as the Philippine TV host was yelling excitedly, the beachhead changed a little. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the coconut grove behind the beach of the port, suddenly a figure began to shake, and a machine gun suddenly appeared in the bushes.

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The roar of the machine gun sounded on the beachhead, and when Lin Qing and Hei Ye and others formulated tactics, they decided to abandon the beach area, although the Philippine soldiers had a certain opportunity to establish a beachhead, but they could better hide their troops, in the case of weak troops, this was the best way, and they could avoid the baptism of artillery fire from the sea.

The whole beach is bare and unobstructed, thirty or forty meters of open area, and if you build a beachhead on it, there is no difference between the target and the target.

And retreat a few dozen meters to the wooded area at the edge of the beach, it will become completely different, not only can you calmly arrange the defense line to prevent high-altitude reconnaissance and artillery baptism, but also can make the Philippine soldiers like soybeans flowing into the millstone, crushing into slag little by little, the Philippine commander will not easily give up the place where he has logged in, and will continue to invest troops, so that this place will become a flesh and blood grinding plate, obliterating the flesh and blood grinding plate of the Philippine soldiers.

The sudden gunfire caused the Filipino soldiers to be sent to God without any reaction, and the group of soldiers who rushed to the front were hit almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, and the screams were unconscious before they could be heard.

"Hidden, hidden, hidden!" On the beachhead, some Filipino petty officers shouted loudly, directing the soldiers to find cover and try to avoid the attack, but the night before they landed, Lin Qing had already had all the coconut trees and other trees on the beachhead cut down, and there was no place to provide them with shelter except for making a hole in the beach now.

The Heavy doesn't need to deliberately look for a target, they just need to pull the trigger now, keep pulling the trigger, and as long as the bullets keep going, they can reap the lives of Filipino soldiers like wheat.

The Filipino soldiers on the beachhead were repulsed and retreated into the sea, but the area of less than 100 meters did not run out of the range of the machine guns at all, the bullets followed them like a life-threatening charm, the sea began to be stained red, and the remains of the Filipino soldiers began to float on the surface of the sea.

"Rush forward, rush over, don't retreat, don't retreat!" An officer took a pistol and fired two shots into the air, and then took the lead in rushing forward, obviously his lead played a role, and the Filipino soldiers, in addition to being beaten at first, also began to reflect and began to effectively organize a counterattack.

Some of the soldiers hid behind the landing craft and kept shooting, Lin Qing's subordinates were able to hit the target without aiming, and the Filipino soldiers were able to hit the target without aiming.

The wounded or killed Heavy would be carried down by the man behind him, and someone would immediately take his weapon and continue to fire mercilessly at the Filipino soldiers on the beach.

The Filipino soldiers' counterattack had some effect, but before they could gain a foothold, the roar of artillery fire.

Not far behind the beachhead, Lin Qing arranged 20 mortar teams, equipped with 60 mm caliber mortars, although the caliber was not large, but the lethality caused on the dense beach was still huge.

With the firing of mortars, the Filipino soldiers were suppressed on the beachhead and could not raise their heads, and the counterattack that had just improved was suppressed again, and the first batch of landing troops, except for a group of people who had already died, most of the survivors are now hiding in the sea, craters, landing craft and other places where they can hide their bodies, silently waiting for a miracle to happen.

"Damn it! We need artillery support! Contact General Maxer, we need support! Sea support, as well as air support! What are those people in the Air Force doing, are they just circling in the air? Won't they know anything but that? ”

Weedman slammed his fist on the ground, he felt from the beginning that this landing operation would not be so simple, and as he expected, when everything was going well at first, although he had some premonitions, he was diluted by joy.

But what made him even more angry was that the air force that had been promised to carry out a large-scale bombing of the beachhead before landing, and as a result, these air force bombers flew directly over the port of Puerto Princesa without dropping a single bomb at all.

What Weidman didn't know was that the Philippine Air Force, which lacked radar guidance, could not confirm the target at all, and the paratroopers were very well confirmed by airborne, and a city as big as Puerto Princesa could be airborne as long as it was in the air, but a little bit of the beachhead was easy to miss without paying attention.

Philippine TV has stopped the live broadcast of this war, and the picture of the bloody "massacre" of Philippine government troops by the Palawan Free Army on the beachhead was broadcast for less than twenty seconds, and the TV station directly stopped the live broadcast, and the host, who was a little glazed-eyed, was stunned for a few seconds: "Oh, there are some problems with the signal, our brave lads seem to be in some trouble, I think they will overcome these difficulties soon." Let's move on ・・・・・・"

The host of Puerto Princesa TV is still broadcasting the screen, but the screen has been processed to block the places that are too bloody and violent, and the supporters are playing some press releases with smiles: "According to the latest news from the front, the brave soldiers of the Free Army of Palawan have shot down 26 Philippine military planes of various types, sunk five ships, killed and wounded thousands of Philippine soldiers, and suffered less than 300 casualties on their own・・・・・・"

An hour later, Puerto Princesa port.

The gunfire had stopped, only occasionally one or two again, and the beach, which had been crowded up once, had now been turned into a bloody slaughterhouse where the bodies of thousands of Filipino soldiers roamed, and the entire coastal area had turned blood-red.

As the sea rose and fell, more and more soldiers' bodies washed up on the beach, and looking down from the sky, the beautiful picture of the original yellow sand and blue water had turned into hell, and blood red became the only main theme of this beach.

The Filipino soldiers who were about to forcibly land a division and a half just now escaped less than 1,000 of them, and the rest of them all fell forever in this piece of sand. (To be continued.) )