"Turtle son's, resist, resist! Resist it all for me—"

When the U.S. riverside position was about to collapse, Mario once again sent a division of fresh troops to support. Although this division is only a new division, it belongs to the 44th Army of the US Army like the previous two divisions. The soldiers in it are all soldiers who have broken up the formation in the previous war, and their combat effectiveness and will to fight are very average. But that's more than 10,000 people. The crumbling position of the US army has become solid again in the blink of an eye!

"It's said that he is an ancestor, fight, fight!" The captain of the Sichuan nationality scolded. The changes in the US military are no longer more perceptible than those of their front-line combat commanders.

Shouts, scolding, gunfire, artillery, the front line of battle is never calm.

"Shi Yun, are you dead?"

"Report to the captain, no!"

"If you don't die, hit Lao Tzu, aim and fight! Knock out the machine gunner over there. The captain gave the order loudly, and then looked at the shadowy US counterattack troops in front of him, "Turtle son, this group of white-skinned pigs has come up again." Daifuku, Daifuku, what about your mother? ”

A "boom" shell rang out not far away, and the dust kicked up buried the captain in the soil. The surrounding soldiers rushed up and dug the captain out of the soil.

"Organize a squadron and prepare for a countercharge!" As soon as the captain was dug out of the soil, he grabbed the teaching of the brigade, that is, Fulong, whom he called 'Daifuku'!

The deputy captain has been killed, and he himself needs to command the battle and organize the troops to carry out a counter-charge, so he can only do it again. War after war over the years. The teaching and training in the Wehrmacht is not the same as that of the Qin Army in the past. Their professional command skills may not be as good as those of full-fledged officers, but they are by no means incapable of fighting.

Now there are teaching, teaching, and instructors in some elite troops. Leading troops to fight is also first-class, and they are all powerful.

Fang Tao adjusted his breathing, and then raised the sniper rifle in his hand. He was a sniper of the reconnaissance detachment under the brigade headquarters. Entire reconnaissance detachments have been scattered and filled in the front line of battle. He and one of his companions were left behind by the captain. Fang Tao was still alive, only his leg was cut by a shell fragment, but his other companion had been crushed by the American shelling for a long time.

Aim, it was still the same fire target as before, and then, Fang Tao's steady hand pulled the trigger.

"Bang", the gunshot rang out!

Fang Tao tilted his head and fell diagonally to the side, and immediately laughed. But soon another U.S. military was on board. The heavy machine gun that had just stopped immediately rang out again.

Fang Tao didn't change his position, reloaded the bullet, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the firing point again.

Adjust the angle slightly, and the gunshot rang out for the second time!

The American heavy machine gun shooter on the opposite side again fell under his gun. However, the replacement of US shooters one by one, it seems that there will never be an end. Fang Tao didn't dare to stay where he was for long, and within a few minutes, the mortar shells of the US army exploded towards his position. If the people of Fang Tao remain in the same place, they will surely die.

"Good. Well played! The captain shouted at Fang Tao wildly, as if these shots were fired by himself. The turtle son's, as long as you survive this period, Lao Tzu will give you credit. Send you to the Hunter School! ”

Fang Tao, who was just twenty, laughed when he heard this. There are only five chasseur schools in the whole of China, and each of them is a sniper's dream mecca.

Pressing bullets, pulling bolts, aiming, shooting! All the actions were done in one go, and one after another American soldiers became victims under Fang Tao's gun! There were light and heavy machine gunners inside. There are non-commissioned officers at the bottom, and there are officers who charge into battle......

Each one fell in a pool of blood. It's all a credit to Fang Tao, and it's all to relieve the pressure on the expeditionary force.

The American offensive was finally defeated. The captain lay tired in the trench. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Before it was finished, another wave of attacks by the US army was launched.

They did not have artillery fire and air superiority, and the US military only had an innumerable sea of people.

Mortars are now the most trusted weapon of the U.S. military because they are easy to move. Once it is easy to move, it is naturally not easy to be blown up by the bombs of the airship. After a burst of fire, sixteen nomad tanks appeared on the battlefield.

"Mother, Xipi! Are all the airship troops blind? Sixteen tanks have arrived at the front, and they haven't found out yet? The squadron leader of the second squadron scolded angrily. He is from Zhejiang.

But the sound of artillery drowned out everything. The artillery positions on the opposite bank have already received information. Intensive fire was fired at the tanks a few hundred meters away.

However, the distance is too close. It was possible to knock out some of them, but it was highly unlikely that they would be able to knock out all sixteen tanks.

"Organize death squads. Kill them—"

The captain shouted, and sixteen nomad tanks came out of the smoke of artillery fire, and only six remained. But these six tanks are still like a nightmare for the vanguard troops who have been fighting hard for a long time, have suffered heavy casualties, and no longer have a single rocket anti-tank firepower!

The first death squad rushed forward with explosives packs and bundle grenades.

They were so heroic that they ignored the roaring machine guns on the tanks, ignored the bullets that rained down, and they tumbled, dodged, and rushed towards the tanks as fast as they could.

But under the constant rotation of the turrets and machine guns of the six American tanks, and the frequent bullets and grenades fired from the rear of the tanks, the first ten fighters only rushed halfway before all fell on the way.

The first, second, and third batches......

One by one, the warriors fell halfway down, but finally someone rushed closer. Crawling forward agilely, turning and rolling quickly and dexterously, little by little approaching the little nomad closest to him.

The Nomad tank was very slow, only 5 kilometers per hour, armed with 1 "Maxim" 7.7 mm machine gun and several "Lewis" 7.7 mm machine guns, and at the beginning of the battle, as soon as the sixteen tanks were on stage, the 7.7 mm heavy machine guns on each tank were there to shout wildly. Bullets rained down. Coupled with the US Army soldiers behind them, shooting from time to time, it is really difficult to get close to them.

Rolling sideways to a place more than ten meters in front of the tank to stop all his movements, the soldier lay on the ground silently, quietly and patiently waiting, waiting for the arrival of the tank.

The grenade that had been pulled off the fuse "sizzled", and when the tank's tracks were about to press on him, the soldier lowered a bundle of grenades to the tracks like lightning, and then rolled away like a civet.

"Boom", an explosion sounded. The tank, which had just been invincible, stopped all movements in an instant.

A soldier quickly got up from the stall where the bullet with the explosive package above his head was stopped, and rushed up more than ten meters with agility. He was about to approach a tank, but at this moment, he fell headlong in a pool of blood.

There was a cry of regret from the position behind them, four of the six tanks had been blown up, and the American tanks had no intention of retreating, so the defenders could only use their own efforts to send all the tanks to their death.

Another group of death squads was about to rush out, when they suddenly saw that the soldier in the pool of blood began to slowly squirm again.

Little by little, he crawled forward, letting the bullets splash around him, and he crawled little by little, letting the blood on his body stain the road red. It's like a blood-stained brush 'smacking' a stroke on the ground......

Crawling, crawling, crawling forward. The soldier's body was getting cold, the blood was flowing rapidly, his life was passing little by little, and finally, he could no longer crawl.

He rolled over and lay on his back, still clutching the dynamite bag in his hand. With his eyes wide open, he watched the tank slowly pass over his head, and felt the vibration of the crawler crushing the ground - "Boom......"

An explosion sounded, everything calmed down, and the sound of gunfire on the battlefield seemed to disappear all at once.

Then there was another loud roar, and the last tank of the American army was hung up.

"Rush, ......" Fu Long seized the moment of passion of the whole brigade, jumped up from the trench, held the rifle with the bayonet loaded, and roared to launch a counterattack against the retreating American troops.

"Turtle son's, rush, all for Lao Tzu Chong-" The captain hung a color on his arm, but the captain with one arm hanging, and the other hand with a pistol, stood on the trench and shouted murderously.

"General ......" Behind the American Riverside Position, John Walker, who was holding his stomach angry. As soon as Reagan turned around, he saw that it was a major staff officer from the Richmond headquarters running from below. Perhaps it was because he was running too fast on the road, and the staff officer's face was a little pale, and he gasped for air in front of Reagan. “…… Mr. Major General, the commander asked the general how much more time he would be able to drive the Chinese down the James River. General Mario was extremely disappointed that the general's funds had also failed to defeat the Chinese attacking forces. ”

"The 'honorable' Lieutenant General Mario should go to the front and see how hard the soldiers are fighting. We used our lives and blood to resist the artillery fire and bombs of the Chinese. The new 189th Division has already lost one regiment, and the other units can only be reorganized into one brigade, and we have lost more than 15,000 men here, and we have lost all our heavy firepower and tanks. I can't give an exact answer. The Chinese's will to fight is firm and tenacious, and perhaps in the evening, I will have to ask the headquarters for support. Reagan clenched his fists and roared at the staff officers at the headquarters, the muscles on his head jumping. This gaffe startled the staff officer.

"As for Lieutenant General Mario's 'disappointment'? Forget it. There is no general in Richmond who is not frustrated by the situation of war. The command should only be glad that the James River is not a pool of water for the lieutenant general's house! The Chinese were stopped by this big river with galloping armored vehicles. ”

"Tell Lieutenant General Mario that if the command is really disappointed, he can immediately dismiss me and let someone else or unit replace the 44th Army. I would thank him! (To be continued......)