Tohei-ri.

Colonel Freeman, commander of the 23rd Regiment of the 2nd Division of the US Army, looked at the busy soldiers around him with a melancholy expression, he had just received an order not to retreat and to hold on to this town, and it was also given by Li Qiwei himself, in fact, his immediate superior, Major General Almond, had agreed to his retreat before, but now he had to lead his subordinates to hold on until reinforcements arrived.

The Volunteers suddenly moved south from Hongchuan with the strength of four corps, and they were all main forces with ample ammunition and the most ferocious momentum, and Colonel Freeman, who had been fighting these opponents for several months, knew very well that in this case, even the American troops would have the wisest choice to retreat, because they had not stopped a single such offensive for several months.

In fact, they did exactly that, and all the units of the coalition forces around Hengcheng were retreating.

In addition to them, the 23rd Regiment of the US Army, the Gallic Battalion, a subordinate tank battalion, and an artillery battalion, with a total strength of 6,000 men, remained alone in this small mountain basin, waiting for the volunteers to come like a flood of embankments.

And the latter was in the midst of the seemingly endless mountains across from him.

"I hope we won't be the third U.S. legion-level combat unit to be wiped out!"

The colonel said with a sigh.

The 8th Cavalry Regiment and the 31st Infantry Regiment have become an eternal pain for the Chinese people.

Just as he was saying this, dozens of fighter jets with the piercing whistling sound of jet engines swept over his head at an ultra-low altitude, followed by the smoke of heavy bomb explosions rising from Mashan Mountain in the distance, and a few minutes later, more than a dozen bombers also flew over. Soon, the flames of the congealed oil bombs stained the sky red.

The bombing of Mashan by the Air Force began.

Not so long ago, the Volunteer Army occupied the hill.

"Attack!"

Colonel Freeman said with a blank face.

"Battalion commander. The enemy is coming! ”

On the Mashan position. A volunteer soldier shouted loudly, and in the background behind him, there was a column of smoke from the explosion of a heavy bomb, above which an F80 was diving towards the ground, and on the hillside in front of the Mashan position, a large number of American troops in green uniforms and Gallic soldiers in camouflage uniforms were charging under the cover of Pershing tanks.

Because of the indiscriminate bombardment of the US military, the volunteers could not attack at all during the day. You have to wait until it gets dark, but then you have to have a safe starting point, and Mashan is such a starting point, so you have to stick to it during the day.

"Prepare for battle!"

The battalion commander who was in charge of defending the Mashan position shouted.

Taking advantage of the enemy fighters in the sky, in order to avoid accidentally injuring the American and French soldiers below and reducing the intensity of the bombing, the volunteer soldiers rushed out one after another, aiming all kinds of weapons at the enemy, especially all kinds of recoilless guns fired first, and one shell after another whistled down in the middle of the enemy troops. But immediately afterward, the US fighter planes hovering overhead swooped down and fired frantically at the gunner's position, even dropping bombs at ultra-low altitudes.

A soldier lying behind an anti-aircraft machine gun looked at the battalion commander with an inquiring gaze.

The latter, however, shook his head firmly. He only has two such anti-aircraft machine guns, and there are countless US fighters in the sky, and once they fire, even if they shoot down the enemy planes, they will definitely be destroyed immediately, since this is better than keeping them to deal with the infantry, this kind of 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine guns have fierce firepower, great power, and high accuracy, and can be said to be the best weapon in his hands.

"Fire!"

When the enemy entered the firing range, the battalion commander did not hesitate to let out a roar, and instantly fired a storm of bullets at the enemy, especially the two anti-aircraft machine guns, tracer bullets even pulled out a striking line of fire, large-caliber bullets like broken porcelain, easily smashed the enemy soldiers on the opposite side to pieces, two automatic grenade launchers, and desperately sprayed dense four-zero grenades, in the light of the explosion of the American and French soldiers who were charging blood and flesh splashed.

Enemy planes in the sky again swooped down.

But at this time, no one will pay attention to them, all the volunteer soldiers are desperately pouring bullets and shells at the enemy behind the bunker, and even the bazookas have joined the battle, one rocket after another with a striking trail crashing into tanks, easily turning these steel monsters that were originally the greatest threat to the volunteer army into burning iron coffins.

"Damn bazooka!"

Colonel Freeman looked at the burning tanks in the distance with his binoculars, as well as the American soldiers who had begun to rout, and couldn't help but say hatefully.

Since the appearance of this weapon in the hands of the volunteers, countless US tanks have hated the metal jets of 105mm armor-piercing bullets, and even turned many battles that should have been won into defeats to a large extent, so that now, the tank crews who were invincible on the ground in the past have all developed a fear of this kind of thing, and there is no large number of infantry to protect them, and no tank is willing to charge.

"Obviously, the design idea of the tank should be changed, the armor thickness is no longer of much use in the face of armor-piercing shells, maybe the latest Leopard tank of the Ming army is the most reasonable."

Lieutenant Colonel Monkla, commander of the Gaul battalion beside him, said.

This guy was actually a lieutenant general, who volunteered to be demoted to lieutenant colonel to lead the Gallic battalion to fight, and his subordinates were not ordinary soldiers, most of them were non-commissioned officers or officers of the Foreign Legion, all of whom were veterans with rich combat experience.

"Perhaps, but even if it changes, we have to live to see it."

Colonel Freeman looked at the sky, the sun was already setting, and their nightmare was about to begin.

Three hours later.

During the day, the peaceful Toping-ri ring defense line has become a battlefield of blood and fire, and the US fighter planes in the sky flew by, dropping flares hanging with parachutes, just like ghostly lanterns in horror movies, and in the US military positions on the ground, small lights kept shooting into the sky, reflecting the entire battlefield into a strange white.

In this miserable whiteness, there are flashes of various explosions, flames from various artillery jets, and even tracer bullets, and in the same midst of this, there are countless volunteer soldiers who are silently charging towards the American army with their heads bowed and on the bare mountains, and on the opposite side are the American troops who are also desperately blocking them, and the battle between the two sides has entered a white-hot heat from the beginning.

But this time, the tanks and artillery, which were historically the main support of the US army, lost their effectiveness.

The former is like a fixed target in front of the bazooka, and those volunteer soldiers who carry RPG7 on their shoulders can easily destroy one tank after another that originally made countless volunteer soldiers hate this line of defense in history from tens or even hundreds of meters away.

By the time the war had progressed, they had become completely familiar with the use of this weapon, and had even formed a variety of unique tactics, and tanks had long ceased to be something to be feared in the eyes of the volunteer infantry.

And the artillery of the US army, which originally played an important role in the defense line, also did not have a good life this time.

The reason is simple.

107mm rocket launcher plus 60 mortar with ultra-long range.

Because it was necessary to evade the air attack of the US ships, the volunteers dismantled and used the former, no longer gathering together, but scattered in the mountains near Toheeong-ri, not only scattered the formation, but even the gun barrels were dismantled, just like the Annamites did in the original history, and then kept bombarding the ring defense line.

Although the accuracy has decreased, it has suppressed the US artillery very well, and in the face of air attacks, it can transfer positions in a very short time, and the US fighters who only rely on flares at night cannot pose a substantial threat to these scattered and constantly moving artillery, and the US howitzers do not have such a fast speed to change targets, basically waiting to be passively beaten.

The same is true of the ultra-long-range 60 mortars, except that they target the infantry on the U.S. lines.

This kind of light mortar with a range almost the same as the US heavy mortar, can change positions at will, and basically choose those positions that the direct-aim artillery cannot attack, in order to avoid tank guns or recoilless guns, the US army's 60 mortars have a range of only more than a kilometer, and they can't reach them at all, large-caliber or medium-caliber mortars, before they can be aimed at them, people pick them up and run away.

Even the total weight of the base is less than fifty pounds, and there is nothing to move as much as you want.

This combination drove Colonel Freeman almost crazy, he was now simply being crushed, rockets whistling over his head, blasting through his artillery positions, in front of him, 60 mortars fell one after another, blasting his soldiers with flesh and blood, and 105mm rockets whistling like spears piercing wood, easily destroying his tanks as the main support points, turning them into torches that lit up the night sky.

On some of the broken defensive lines, the two sides have even started the most brutal white-knuckle battles.

"Hold your ground and wait for the dawn!"

Amid the incessant cries of requests for reinforcements, Colonel Freeman kept repeating the same answer.

And he was also making the same request to Ridgway.

However, the Fifth Cavalry Regiment that provided him with reinforcements was just like when the Eighth Cavalry Regiment was rescued, and it was difficult to move an inch under the resistance of the volunteers.

At this time, not very far from here, on Jeju Island, at the Royal Naval Base of Goryeo, an ordinary fishing boat quietly docked at the pier, and then a DS sedan drove to the front, Lao Pan and two middle-aged men who were slightly shorter walked out of the cabin, greeted a man in civilian clothes who came to pick them up, and got into the car together and quickly drove away from the base.

"Führer, their men have arrived in Jeju."

At the dance being held in Yingtian's capital, Hu Hao whispered to Yang Yuan, who was admiring Audrey Hepburn.

Yang touched his mustache and nodded with a smile. (To be continued.) )