Ten minutes ago, the sun was setting, and the US military planes had to return to their respective airfields. The last of the afterglow www.biquge.info the sky is revealed, and the cold winter night is about to fall again. As far as the volunteers are concerned, it is not easy to feel the wanton and indiscriminate bombing of US planes during the day and the overnight invasion of biting cold winds at night.

However, this time it was a little different, after seeing the power of the armored assault, the 60th Division decided to launch a night attack with a strong part and take down the American troops in Gutuli in one fell swoop.

However, the plan could not catch up with the changes, and the 178th Regiment, which was originally designated as a 'strong part', suffered heavy losses in the daytime battle. The retaliation of the US army caused this main regiment to suffer heavy losses, and the division headquarters wanted to change to other regiments to carry out the mission, but the 178th Regiment said that it still had spare strength.

We're not dead yet, we're ready!

The 300 selected combat backbones have rested all day, and they dare not say that they are well fed and clothed, but they are better than the other units. And the remaining more than 1,000 people in the regiment were also mobilized, and they would follow Zhou Qingfeng's fast column to launch an assault.

At the assembly point, the soldiers of the 178th Regiment, who had been killed and wounded, were full of wind and frost. Their clothes were thin, their bodies were weak, their ammunition was scarce, and they were not even demoralized after a hard day's fighting.

Before preparing to leave, a soldier with a haggard face pleaded with the regimental commander: "Commander, you want us to continue fighting, no problem." Probably not being able to send each of us a potato? We haven't eaten properly for two or three days. ”

Nowadays, the potatoes are frozen like hard stones, and before eating, they should be put on the chest to melt, and then gnawed a little bit. It took half a day to eat it in my stomach, and after eating, my whole body followed up like an ice cellar. Who knows this suffering?

But now the commander of the 178th Regiment can only choke up, because he doesn't even have potatoes in his hands. The logistics are completely cut off, and Changjin Lake is not far from the border between China and North Korea, but the non-stop aerial bombardment of the US military makes it impossible to transport anything.

Faced with this situation, everyone could only bow their heads and be silent. At present, the difficulties are so great that the pride of the Ninth Corps in defeating the enemy when it entered the DPRK has long been gone. A whole corps of more than 100,000 people surrounded the opponent and tens of thousands of people could not defeat it, which was simply a great humiliation.

But the fighters really did their best.

When there was no sound, someone suddenly spoke, "Here, I still have some food here." The Americans' canned meat, just hot, is delicious. ”

It was the members of the fast column who were selected to speak. In order to ensure combat effectiveness, this group of people are all veterans, with superb combat skills and strong will. They ate the canned food of the US military brought back by Zhou Qingfeng, and many people were reluctant to eat it in one bite, leaving some behind.

One person took out the food he had left, and then a large number of people took out the biscuits, canned food, and candy they had hidden and shared them with their comrades who had fought hard all day.

"It's not a lot, but everyone can still take a bite. This canned meat is oily and greasy, but it is much better than potatoes. ”

"Eat fast, eat fast. It's finally hot, don't get cold again. ”

"The braggart king of the tank platoon said, enter the ancient soil, everyone will eat enough!"

In order to heat the tank engine, the tank lined up several kerosene heaters, on which a lot of captured American food was heated. The cans were frozen and drooling, and the soldiers who had been hungry for a long time could no longer hold back and ate this delicacy into their mouths.

The warm luncheon meat was eaten into the stomach, and one person suddenly shouted excitedly: "Hit into the ancient soil, everyone will eat to their heart's content." ”

Hundreds of people immediately followed and shouted—Hit into the ancient earth, everyone eat!

In order to fill their stomachs, more than 1,000 remnants of the 178th Regiment let out irrepressible shouts. They've had enough of it these days, and it's up to them to live or die today. It's a big deal to die, and the province will suffer so much again.

The crowd is excited, the morale is available, let's go!

Zhou Qingfeng and three IS-7s had already taken the lead in rushing out of the assembly area, and the 'Pershing' and other vehicles behind finally warmed their engines and rumbled out of various hidden points. More than a dozen trucks pulled more than 300 infantry to follow, and finally more than 1,000 soldiers followed on foot.

The 178th Regiment, which had been fighting for many days, had no strength left to launch more attacks. Tonight is either to crush the enemy and win, or to roar at the end.

The tank platoon deputy in front drove a 'Pershing' to the road, running through the potholed road that had been blown up by the B-29, and they came to the bulldozer obstacle that Zhou Qingfeng had just rammed.

The independent tank platoon originally thought that it was about to face a bitter battle mixed with blood and sacrifice, but who knew that their awesome platoon commander had already entered the enemy position, turned the American army upside down, and created a God-given opportunity.

As soon as the smoke bombs fired by Zhou Qingfeng dissipated, the tanks of the 1st Marine Regiment of the US Army were on guard against the three IS-7s that rushed into their rear. Who knew that the IS-7 would never return, and a fast column of volunteers would come out of front of it.

This was really a good opportunity for Dafa Li, the platoon deputy leader crossed the bulldozer barrier, stopped briefly to stabilize the gun, and a 90-millimeter armor-piercing projectile was sprayed out, hitting the butt of an American tank 300 meters away.

The Pershing was originally designed to deal with the Führer's 'Tiger King', and although the 90-millimeter main gun was far inferior to the IS-7's perverted naval gun, it was easy to penetrate its own tail armor.

An armor-piercing bullet burst out, as crisp as a knife to kill a chicken, and immediately pierced the engine compartment of the tail of a 'Pershing' on the opposite side. From the outside, it was not clear that the armor-piercing shells had caused any secondary damage, but it didn't take long for several panicked American tank crews to emerge from its turret.

The front machine guns of the platoon tanks immediately opened fire, and a series of bursts of fire swept the hapless enemy tank crews to death. The tank immediately deflected to the road, reloading and reloading to give way to the firing range.

The 'old machine gun' at the back drilled straight out of the turret, half of which was even outside the hatch. Seeing that the enemy's 'Pershing' was defenseless, he excitedly shouted to his artillery commander: "What are you waiting for? Fire! ”

Fast columns were constantly advancing, each tank alternately running to the front to shoot. Even the worst M4A3E8 destroyed an enemy tank with its own seventy-six-mm main gun. This crisp and neat shelling was hearty and pleasant.

Zhou Qingfeng's IS-7 brought great pressure to people, and the tank company of the first Marine Regiment was waiting with all their attention to fight with the Grim Reaper****** but they didn't think that the Grim Reaper did not come, but a group of Grim Reaper's followers came behind, and the ping-pong shelling hit it so happily.

The tail was attacked, and more than a dozen 'Pershing' could only turn around again. But it is difficult to unfold the body of dozens of tons on narrow roads. The U.S. tank crews were still thinking about starting a head-on firefight, but they found that their firing range was stopped by the destroyed tanks, and they couldn't see anything at all.

To say that the road is blocked, both sides are blocked. However, the rapid column of the Volunteer Army was followed by the infantry of the 300, and the tanks in front were resisted, and the infantry in the rear immediately jumped out of the trucks and followed to attack.

The veterans who had rested for the day gritted their teeth for revenge, and all kinds of explosive bags and grenades were put on together, and the remaining 'Pershing' cars were packed up at close range.

Things got so bad that many 'Pershing' had to surrender again. Many of the American tank crews were extremely depressed - where were our accompanying infantry? Is the support fire behind just watching us be wiped out?

This is really wronged......

At this moment, the U.S. infantry who should support their own 'Pershing' were already taking care of themselves, and the three IS-7s led by Zhou Qingfeng rushed through the blocking of the 'Pershing' and immediately stirred up a bloody storm within them.