Night shrouded the killing ground, which was already like hell on earth, and there was a dead silence all around, as if there was no trace of life, and occasionally one or two sporadic gunshots could be heard. There was no moonlight, no stars, no flares that rose to light the night. The only thing that has is that it is not only the heavy black curtain, but also the heavy black curtain.

The air was vaguely filled with the smell of cold blood, and it seemed to be mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke that had not dissipated, which was a little choking, but it was so disgusting. If it's not still winter, I'm afraid the smell will be even more disgusting.

Because the decaying corpse will rot and stink in a few hours in the warm and humid air of the subtropics. Or maybe the air of hell is so muddy, no one knows, because no one who has been to hell has returned to this world.

The rubble grinded his elbow painfully, and Sergeant Jean-Pierre frowned, his large face covered in camouflage oil paint full of reluctance and disgust. Holding the huge night vision device in his hand, Pierre struggled to suppress his dissatisfaction deep in his throat. Although he hated the mission.

"Damn bastard, you let us run to this goddamn place." There was a muffled curse from the rustling headset, so low that Pierre could not tell who it was coming from.

The disgusting smell of the air irritated Pierre's senses all the time, and he had already tried more than once to suppress the churning from the bottom of his stomach. Look at the craters in this land, the Chinese army literally blew this place to the surface of the moon. Looking at the withered position. Sergeant Pierre couldn't help but shrink his heart, no one would like such a scene. It's the land of death, without a trace of life, not an inch of green. The only thing left was dead black and the scarlet blood.

"I don't want to go back to America with the Stars and Stripes covered." Pierre swallowed with great effort, forced his disgusting turbidity, and retracted. I don't know what those officers think, they would actually send the proud 1st Paratrooper Hussar Regiment to this place where death has left its footsteps everywhere. Don't these damn bastards know that the 1st Paratrooper Hussar Regiment is the best combat unit? Don't they know that it is an outstanding fast reaction force? These damn mongrels.

Sergeant Pierre cursed in a low voice, although the main force of the regiment has arrived in this war zone, it does not mean that the American army will be on the front line. The sergeant shrank his head. Look into the depths of the night. In the rear, far from the battlefield, the brothers of the regiment should be asleep at this time, as well as the armored vehicles, which are the closest companions of the proud paratrooper hussars. Thirty-six armored vehicles. When the word unfolds the impact. It was no less than the shock of Napoleon's greatest cuirassier unit in history.

But now. Damn it, except for a detachment of 6 people led by himself, damn it, there are those damn Japanese people all around. Sergeant Pierre cursed in displeasure deep in his throat. Those bureaucrats, they are simply sending proud American soldiers to their deaths. I don't know what those bastards are thinking. Looking at the dark night sky, the sergeant snorted.

The troops of one of their own paratrooper regiments came here, and within a few hours they were all dispersed, damn it, the weather was so cold that it was really not a place for people.

"You shouldn't have come to this damn place." Sergeant Pierre muttered quietly, feeling that he had had enough of the country. Everywhere was filthy, and the air was nothing but the smell of stinking and coaxing. Damn, those North Koreans actually water the land with dung, think about the pig food they eat, Sergeant Pierre couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

Not only that, but also the icy air, hell, it's not the same chill as the continent. But here is different, the icy cold here is the kind of wet heat, as if the moisture in the cold air is pouring into the lungs with heavy breathing, as if every corner of the alveoli is filled with this damp stench.

"Oh shit, I'm getting out of here." Sergeant Jean-Pierre swore to himself to leave the stinking country. Stay away from the filthy, stinking Japanese and Koreans. The sergeant cursed and muttered quietly.

A hundred miles away in Pyongyang, the commander of the 'Kwantung Army's Main Korean Branch Headquarters', Tada Jun, was also pacing anxiously in front of a flickering fluorescent screen, the gloomy green screen fluorescent on his dead face.

For tonight's battle, Tada Jun himself was not decisively sure, because he himself clearly knew that the combat effectiveness of the Korean troops was really terrible.

"I hope those unlucky people won't be ambushed all over the field under the fire of the Chinese army." Tada muttered and cursed. This-for-tat battle plan was just mentioned by Tada Jun to Okamura Ninji on the phone, and even Tada Jun himself thought that this plan was simply impossible to realize. Who knew that not only Okamura Ninji, but even the Soviets seemed very interested, and even the latter were more inclined to launch a counterattack than anyone else.

Originally, according to Tadajun's battle plan, the combat units of the North Korean garrison along the highway line of the defensive positions should first maintain a defensive state and consume the offensive momentum of the Chinese army, and then attack in search of an opportunity to defeat the Chinese army in one fell swoop.

However, the stalemate on the front that lasted for many days made the Allied authorities in the northeast optimistic that the offensive of the Chinese army had been contained. In addition, the city of Rongshi was messed up by a small group of Chinese special operations forces, which made the Allied authorities in the northeast believe that certain decisive measures must be taken against the Chinese army, and the offensive force the Chinese army to shrink their fists.

The devil knows if this plan is on paper, for the so-called offensive operations, Tada Jun has a clear understanding, although he is conceited, but it is also based on the Kwantung Army. And with such a bad card as the North Korean puppet army in his hand, Tada Jun really didn't expect to be able to repel the Chinese army. As long as you defend Pyongyang, thank God.

However, under the pressure of the Japanese high-level and the Allied authorities in the northeast, Tada Jun still came up with a battle plan that even he himself thought was on paper.

"Well, maybe these damn North Koreans should do something for their masters." Looking at the picture on the screen, Tada Jun stopped his steps and said viciously. In tonight's raid, Tada Jun did not send Kwantung Army troops, because in Tada's opinion, excellent Kwantung Army soldiers are not worth shedding blood and sacrifice.

The combat strength of just one detachment is the greatest support given by the Kwantung Army to the Korean puppet army. The strength of this detachment was only to provide reconnaissance support, and it did not participate in offensive operations. And this detachment is also provided by the American paratrooper regiment, because these paratroopers are very well equipped.

Although they didn't hold out much hope, Tada Jun and others still hoped that they could use a surprise attack to make the Chinese army suffer some losses, which might be more beneficial to the defense.

Lying in the stinking dirt pit, Sergeant Pierre almost felt that he was about to suffocate, and the muddy smell almost made the American soldier, who had never lacked pride, feel a kind of fear, or rather, a chill, that the stench of corruption came from the uncollected corpses abandoned outside the position, and the ubiquitous Chinese 'ghosts' made the collection of corpses a dangerous task. In the field of vision of the night vision device, the corpse that had been cut in half by the shell skin was scattered not far from Pierre. Looking at the dead black filth on the green screen, Pierre couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

"Tell the North Koreans to move faster." Sergeant Pierre couldn't stand the disgusting smell anymore and simply whispered to the communications officer beside him. "Let those North Korean monkeys charge, I'm going to get out of here." 、

The fact that the night is so frightening at all times may be because humans are naturally afraid of the night. When you are in an Asura field full of corpses and the air is filled with the smell of blood and gunsmoke, this innate fear is all the more unsettling. Sergeant Pierre, who was hiding in the pit, thought so.

The North Koreans behind him are really cautious, afraid of being discovered by the Chinese army. Pierre couldn't help but think to himself: this is indeed the case, what else can these inferior yellow people do, if they are Chinese, then what are they worried about. The sergeant sneered. Let them fight each other to their heart's content! These ignorant, uncivilized inferior people.

"There are no special circumstances, let's send a signal to the North Korean army." The infrared night vision device was normal, and it seemed that the Chinese army did not notice anything. Sergeant Pierre turned his head and gestured to the signal man, signaling for a signal.

The North Koreans, these unlucky guys, it's time for them to charge again. Pierre couldn't help but feel sorry for these poor creatures, perhaps they would soon lose their lives, the firepower of the Chinese army has always been very fierce. The sergeant looked back at the darkness of the distance, where the Chinese army had captured the front line two hours earlier.

The Chinese army attacked here, and it was already very close to Pyongyang. If it weren't for the many problems faced by tanks in the cold winter and the need to refuel in time, I'm afraid Pyongyang would have been surrounded by now. This position naturally became a warning position for the Chinese army. At night, even the Chinese planes in the sky disappeared.

At this time, this position was also in a dead silence, like a demon's open mouth, pitch black, like an invincible abyss, engulfing all life at any time. (To be continued......)