Wan shan.

Baek Sun-yeol, the commander of the 1st Division, who had historically become the chief of the General Staff of the South Korean Army, was anxiously pacing his headquarters, when the dense explosions outside kept coming from afar, and the entire headquarters was in chaos, and everywhere there were signal soldiers guarding the radio station who needed reinforcements from somewhere, shouts of a certain position being breached, and the shouts of those staff officers against the map, and occasionally there would be a slight tremor on the ground caused by the dropping of heavy bombs by US fighters providing support.

He was surrounded.

The two regiments of the first division were surrounded in Yunshan, and around this small city, there were countless volunteers, with a full set of Soviet-style weapons, and even rocket artillery, automatic rifles, large-caliber howitzers, in short, the fire was extremely fierce, and his second regiment, which was ambushed, was wiped out in less than half an hour, and the twelfth regiment was fortunate to run fast to finally escape, but it also lost nearly a third, and is now being pressed to a defensive position outside the city.

"Where have the rice people gone!"

For the Nth time, he asked himself the chief of staff!

"Where are we? This goddamn place! ”

Colonel Johnson, commander of the 8th Regiment of the 1st Cavalry Division of the United States, was also asking the same question as him, and in his opinion, all parts of the country were the same, one maddening mountain peak after another, endless poor countryside, a poor peasant with a yellow face and thin skin, and an unfriendly gaze, he was as blank as a penguin walking on the African savannah.

The combat staff officer next to him said a strangely pronounced place name.

"Damn, I wish I could understand the meaning of the name!"

Colonel Johnson said hatefully.

Little did he know that in the future he would understand the name very well. And spend a lifetime reminiscing.

The name is Yongseong Cave.

A highway parallel to the Kowloon River. Meandering between two mountains. This cavalry, which did not have a single horse, was crowded on such a road, with Pershing tanks, M40 self-propelled guns, Spitfire tanks, and even the latest armored vehicles, all kinds of trucks, lined up in a long line. Even Colonel Johnson frowned as he looked at it. Obviously, this is not the way a mechanized army should march, as long as the front and back are blocked, this long dragon will become a dead snake, but in such an environment, he can only do this.

"Why can't this damn country have a good piece of plains!"

He said hatefully.

However, just as he feared, in the mountains and forests ahead, a volunteer soldier named Li Fugui, carrying an RPG7 bazooka on his shoulder, was firmly aimed at a Pershing tank that was driving onto a highway bridge at the front, and at the back of this team. A soldier named Wang You was doing the same job as him. Of course, they are not the only ones, in the mountains and forests on both sides, there are countless volunteer soldiers who are using their hands, and all kinds of weapons are aimed at the American troops diagonally below at the same time.

The signal flare that suddenly rose in the sky made Colonel Johnson stunned for a moment, and before he could lower his head, the wake of two rockets, one in front and one behind, shot out from the shoulders of Li Fugui and Wang You almost at the same time, and then crashed into the side armor of the two Pershing tanks. As the explosion sounded, the scorching metal jet instantly pierced the side armor of the Pershing tank, and the almost liquid high-temperature metal chips swept through everything inside like a bullet of thousands of degrees, and the flames immediately burst out of the tank, and several American soldiers riding the tank were ignited before they could jump off, and fell to the ground one by one screaming and rolling.

At the same time, countless guns suddenly rang out, dense bullets and shells fell on the American troops like a raging storm, the Eighth Regiment was almost overwhelmed by the flames in the blink of an eye, the tanks turned into burning torches under the metal jets of 107-millimeter rockets, the trucks full of soldiers were turned into fragments in the explosion of large-caliber rockets, and the unsuspecting American soldiers were beaten like lotus leaves in a torrential rain under the machine-gun bullets.

Colonel Johnson watched the scene in anguish until a small-caliber shell exploded not far from him.

"George!"

He pushed the oddly posed driver, only to notice that there was an extra hole in the driver's head.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the 1st Cavalry Division were the elite of the American army after all, although they were suddenly attacked by such a terrifying attack, but they quickly reacted, and then the infantry began to look for concealment, and at the same time set up machine guns, 60 mortars, and recoilless guns to quickly launch a counterattack, while those Pershing tanks turned their turrets one after another and fired at the attackers.

Of course, the most important thing is that dozens of Mustang fighters that have been hovering above their heads immediately swooped down and fired at low altitude at the positions of the ground volunteers.

But alas, soon they were also unlucky.

Because at this moment, a large-caliber machine gun on the anti-aircraft tripod also raised its head, and then a line of fire was fired, and the two Mustang that were caught off guard were immediately shot, hitting the ground with flames, and the rest hurriedly pulled up to avoid the attack.

"Piercing detonation bullets are the kind of special bullets of the Ming army!"

In the command headquarters of the rear base of the US military, the exclamations of those Mustang pilots immediately sounded.

"Damn, how many good things that Führer gave them!"

A Brigadier General in charge of the command yelled hatefully.

Indeed, the people of the United States have long found out that something is wrong, and many lethal weapons in the hands of the volunteers can be found in the Ming army.

For example, rocket artillery.

It is impossible for the volunteers to move the Katyusha to the top of the mountain, and the only thing that can do this is the simple little rocket artillery of the Ming army, let alone the top of the mountain, as long as people can go up, it can go up, the Pakistanis have already done this in the last war, and whether it is the total annihilation of the 2nd Regiment of South Korea or the dangerous situation of the 8th Cavalry Regiment now, it is largely caused by this thing.

It is impossible for infantry to carry heavy artillery to fight mountain ambushes, unless it is this kind of artillery, the terrifying firepower is not to mention people, even if a light tank is directly hit, it is easy to be beaten into parts.

Another example is this kind of deflagration bullet, a small thing that countless Tianzhu pilots grit their teeth hate.

The Mustang is indeed not strong, but it is not a zero-type lighter, the aluminum-magnesium alloy can be used with one bullet, and it still has no pressure to carry a few 12.7mm bullets, unless it is the kind of piercing and deflagration bullet that the Ming army likes to use. This kind of expensive bullet that maximizes the damage to the extreme, not to mention the Mustang, is that the bomber has no good fruit to eat when it is shot, and the armor-piercing blast is also combusted, no matter where it hits, a small bullet can cause damage that is not inferior to that of a small-caliber shell.

Obviously, there are such bullets in the Volunteer Army, and there is no need to find others for this, not even the United States can make it, let alone the Soviet Union.

"Who knows! Last year, the Britons sold destroyers to them, and if the head of state was able to send a team of people to every county in Xinhua to roam freely, of course, he must give them sufficient benefits. ”

An officer next to him said with a wry smile.

"They also have automatic grenade launchers!"

At this time, a communications soldier suddenly shouted.

Indeed, a counterattack that Colonel Johnson had managed to organize was being beaten to smithereens by an automatic grenade launcher.

About a battalion of U.S. troops, under the cover of tanks, was attacking a volunteer position, although the losses were not small, even the Pershing tank was destroyed several times, but finally it was close to the target, but no one expected that before entering the grenade throwing distance, a dense grenade suddenly erupted from the opposite side. The US troops, who were caught off guard, were instantly blown up and wailed, and then launched a counter-charge on the opposite side, and the volunteers who came out directly with rifles actually started a white-knuckle battle with the US troops between tanks, and the battalion dropped nearly 200 corpses and was driven back and forth.

Fortunately, at this time, the bombers reinforcing them finally arrived and began to pour coagulated oil bombs on the positions of the volunteers at high altitudes, and the Eighth Cavalry Regiment finally got a chance to breathe.

But they got a respite, Bai Shanye was about to cry at this time, he was counting on the Eighth Cavalry Regiment to rescue him, and now the Eighth Cavalry Regiment had no hope, but he had no ability to fight out by himself, so he had to continue to shrink into Yunshan City, constantly shrinking the defensive line little by little under the attack of the volunteers, looking forward to the battle situation to take a turn in their favor.

However, there was no turnaround, and bad news kept coming.

A fierce battle broke out in the north of Dingzhou in the north of Dingzhou in the Volunteers of the Volunteers along the west coast, two infantry corps and the 24th Infantry Corps and the 27th Brigade of the United States.

And the most unlucky was not them, but the Second Army of the South Korean Army, whose forward 6th Division had just reached Xicheon, and was dumped by the 38th Army of the Volunteer Army, which had also been waiting for a long time. The follow-up reinforcement of the Seventh Division was actually blocked by a regiment of the Volunteer Army in Xiangshan because of its poor attack power, and then it was less than 20 kilometers away, where it watched the Sixth Division being violently beaten by the main force of the 38th Army, and it is said that Brigadier General Kim Jong-wu, the commander of the Sixth Division, had sent a farewell telegram to Lieutenant General Walker.

Of course, Lieutenant General Walker didn't bother to care whether he lived or died, Lieutenant General Walker's biggest headache now was how to rescue the Eighth Cavalry Regiment, originally the Eighth Cavalry Regiment was to save the 1st Division of South Korea, but now Colonel Johnson told him that if the reinforcements were not within two days, he could burn their regimental flags, and compared with the total annihilation of a US regiment, the life or death of the 6th Division of South Korea was insignificant.

Lieutenant General Walker forcibly ordered the 8th South Goryeo Division, which had already arrived at the pitch, to turn to reinforce the 8th Cavalry Regiment of Colonel Johnson on the right flank, while the 5th Cavalry Regiment also rushed from Bocheon to reinforce it.

But now the question is, where are his reinforcements? (To be continued.) )