The second ship of Huaxia Yan and Huang attacked again.

Almost all the capital ships of the Daming High Seas Fleet off the coast of Chennai lined up, and under the protection of the carrier-based aircraft of the two aircraft carriers, they began to pour artillery fire frantically towards Madras, and the whole city was completely in flames.

The poor Tianzhu Navy could only continue to nest in the military port, shivering at the towering steel mountains on the sea in the distance.

Of course, even if they are shrinking turtles, the high seas fleet of the Ming Navy is not ready to let them go, there are carrier-based aircraft in the sky to provide guidance, even if they are nested in the military port, they can do it, this kind of small work is not worth mentioning, just divide a few cruisers. In short, all the important targets in Madras were overfired, factories, military ports, railway stations, and even the University of Madras were mistakenly fired, of course, this kind of thing must have been mistakenly fired, as for the accidental shooting of dozens of three-five-six-millimeter shells...

That's also a mishit.

But the government agencies of the Tianzhu people did not receive a single shell, and the temples and everything were avoided, in fact, whether it was the navy or the air force, the Ming Dynasty generally did not regard government agencies as targets, and it was good to keep these officials and men to bear the anger of the people.

The bombardment lasted for a full hour, and after an hour, the Ming High Seas Fleet withdrew from the battle, and half an hour after they left, the MiG-15, which had been urgently transferred from the Northern Theater of Operations, appeared in the sky of Madras, but what was left for them was a devastated city, and huge craters stretched out under the feet of those Tianzhu pilots like pus in the earth, and the four craters were countless ruins, and the raging fire was burning in the ruins, and the billowing smoke covered the sky.

"It's a crime. This is a blasphemy against human civilization and justice! ”

Nehru roared in grief.

"Since you dare to start a war. It is necessary to have the consciousness of bearing the consequences. This is just a warning, don't think that you can do whatever you want in this world with someone behind you. ”

Yang Yuan replied with a sneer.

The world is indifferent, who cares about their, the whole world is ready to wait for the annihilation of the 1st Marine Division of the US Army!

The 1st Marine Division, the elite of the elite, the ace of the aces...

Changjin Lake.

In the fluttering snowflakes. A long line of hundreds of tanks and trucks is slowly moving forward in the wind and snow, this is a task force cobbled together by the United States and British forces, the commander is British Lieutenant Colonel Drysdale, his mission is to reinforce Xiajieyuli, the commander of the third battalion of the 1st Marine Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Ritchie, is commanding the American troops, holding on to the support there.

In fact, at this time, the 1st Marine Division and the 21st Regiment of the 7th Division, which reinforced them, had been completely divided and surrounded in the mountains around Changjin Lake, Liutanli. Xinxingli, Death Eagle Ridge. In short, all the places on both sides of Changjin Lake are all battlefields of fierce battles, and more than 20,000 American soldiers, one regiment, one battalion, and even one company are trapped in one mountain after another, one pass at a time, and a section of road, and then desperately struggle in the cold wind, waiting for the final fate.

Around them were countless volunteer soldiers, wearing khaki uniforms and carrying bayonets, Mosinagan, SKS and even AK47s, who went forward one after another in the same wind and snow, carving monuments with their lives.

The order to retreat had been given, and of course Commander Smith was talking about attacking south, but the way south was Xiajieyuli, and it could be captured by the Volunteers at any time, so Lieutenant Colonel Drysdale was ordered to reinforce him, but he now tragically found that it seemed to be them who needed reinforcements.

"Damn bazooka, if I can go back alive, I swear I'll go to Yingtian and spit in the face of that Führer, he brought this poisonous snake!"

His Excellency Lieutenant Colonel shouted indignantly.

In the mountains and forests to his right, a large number of volunteer soldiers wearing khaki uniforms were attacking, and in the chaotic convoy, American soldiers were also looking for all the hiding places they could use to shoot at the charging volunteers. Their most important cover was the Pershing tanks that accompanied them, but unfortunately in the hands of the attackers, there were a large number of 40 rocket launchers, and 105 mm rockets were constantly whistling, and then turning those tanks into flaming torches, and some of them were even aimed at the American infantry.

Obviously, there are too few tanks here, less than twenty Pershings in total, and it is completely a wolf with more meat and less meat.

"Hit, I hit one."

In the attacking volunteer army, a soldier cheered, and almost a hundred meters in front of him, a Pershing was burning.

The squad leader next to him dragged him to a rock, raised his hand and fired at the opposite side with an AK47, and watched an American soldier fall, then shrank back, and said while changing the magazine: "This big brother's stuff is good." ”

"It's not Big Brother's."

Said the bazooka shooter.

"Nonsense, such a good thing is not the big brother's, who else can it be."

The squad leader said.

"It's really not, there's a word on it, Daming Royal Army Weapons Factory."

The shooter kindly pointed to the words on the launcher, then pulled out the remaining rocket from his back and loaded it, leaned in and aimed at a truck in the distance, several American soldiers were lying under the car, shooting at this side with their Garand rifles, the shooter pulled the trigger, the rocket whistled out, and instantly blew the truck away along with the soldiers below.

And just behind him, a soldier was holding the handle of an automatic grenade launcher, constantly spraying grenades at the American troops, and next to him there was a sub-shooter carrying a box of 50 rounds, behind this group of grenade launchers, among the rocks on a hillside, a soldier was lying behind the tripod, using a 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun to fire wildly at the American troops, large-caliber bullets easily shredded anything hit by it.

It can be said that the weapons that Yang Feng gave to Comrade Li were completely designed for this kind of mountain warfare, no matter which one is light enough, but the firepower is fierce enough. A rocket launcher that can be moved anywhere at will, a mortar that can carry a march, an automatic grenade launcher that two people can carry with a charge, not to mention a rocket launcher that has almost been done in each squad in the Volunteer Army, all of this forms a perfect combination of mountain warfare, and the US army is now a victim of his combination.

Just as Lieutenant Colonel Drysdale and his task force were struggling to hold on, Colonel Lizberg stared in amazement at a huge ball of fire that exploded in front of him in Liutanli, the northernmost part of the Changjin Lake battlefield.

As a veteran, he easily judged that this shell was tens of kilograms.

"Heavy mortars, damn it, they have heavy mortars! 160-mm mortars of the Soviets! ”

He roared subconsciously.

However, he was mistaken, this was not the M43 160-mm heavy mortar of the Soviets, but the M66 of the later Israelis.

Seven kilometers away from the US position, Zhang Yixiang, commander of the 20th Army of the Chinese People's Volunteers, was standing curiously on the artillery position, and not far from him were 12 huge mortars of huge caliber that could almost get into people's heads.

It's just that the muzzle of the gun has been lowered, and the burly loader who was specially selected was carrying a 40-kilogram shell in groups of two, loading it from the muzzle like an ordinary mortar, and then under manual operation, the barrel was quickly raised to a set angle, and then suddenly sprayed flames, and the huge shell whistled out and smashed directly into the US military position in the distance.

As soon as this round of shelling was completed, the barrel of the gun was immediately lowered again, and the gunner quickly loaded the second round of shells, and the barrel was quickly raised again, and twelve 40-kilogram shells followed the footsteps of the front and went straight to the American position.

"This is the heavy artillery that we asked Big Brother for, but they didn't give it?"

Zhang Yixiang looked at these terrifying cannons with bright eyes, they worked tirelessly, and they kept pouring dead meteors towards the American army.

"Yes, it's this thing, don't say that this Nanyang thing is good, it's much stronger than Big Brother's, Big Brother's cannon is loaded from behind, and there are very cumbersome procedures to ensure that there will be no air leakage after loading, but this is much simpler, directly from the muzzle of the gun, it doesn't need so much trouble, to say that the defect is that this thing is much more sophisticated than Big Brother."

An officer beside him said triumphantly.

Comrade Li looked for Yang Yuan's first heavy artillery, but the problem was that Yang Yuan's heavy artillery was basically all M40 self-propelled artillery now, which was not suitable for him, and then he thought about it and simply gave him a heavy mortar, since it was a heavy artillery, it was natural to give it to the heaviest, so he simply gave him this thing. Yuan Yang gave Comrade Li a total of 120 M66s, and Comrade Li used them to form 10 heavy mortar battalions, which were directly under the Corps Headquarters.

As for the Ming Army itself, now it is playing with Tulips, 240-mm self-propelled mortars.

"Don't say that, be careful about the impact!"

Zhang Yixiang said very casually, but the smile on his face did not change.

Colonel Lizberg was about to cry, and the forty-kilogram shells kept whistling and falling, smashing on the heads of the American troops like meteorites from the sky, and the terrifying fire almost covered the entire position, and the damage caused by each shell was almost equivalent to that of heavy aerial bombs. I don't know what the hell is loaded inside, there is not a single living person left within a few tens of meters, and the soldiers under him are being blown up at this time, and some people are even fleeing from the position, but they are instantly blown up by the falling shells.

Obviously, if he continues like this, it won't be long before his defense line is completely destroyed.

It's a shame that the dignified 1st Marine Division of the US Army, the ace card of the most powerful industrialized country in the world, was actually suppressed by a group of farmers in terms of firepower, and it was so suppressed that it was powerless to fight back, and his 107mm heavy mortar could not reach the opponent at all. And all the other artillery, including the 105mm howitzer, could not hit such a high angle, and could not hit the opponent hidden in the valley at all, and could only watch the super-large caliber mortars destroy his positions and destroy his soldiers piece by piece. (To be continued.) )

PS: It's close to the Spring Festival, there are a lot of things at home, and the amount of updates every day is uncertain, sorry