"Hurry up and run, the enemy is catching up!" Zhou Qingfeng shouted heartbreakingly, without the slightest sense of the commander's calmness. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info because behind him, it was the American army in the ancient soil who was stabbed in the hornet's nest. A large number of U.S. armored vehicles swarmed out and killed them together.

As a 'fourth-class class' in the U.S. military, the Marine Corps has always been the worst equipped. When the Army began to fully replace the Ninth-level M46 'Patton', the Marine Corps was still using the sixth-level 'Sherman'.

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the 'Sherman' and ran wildly on the dirt road with the headlights on, but in fact, what made him complain the most was not only the US armored vehicles chasing behind his buttocks, but the US artillery with the hilltop position indicating the target.

There is the second battalion of the 11th Artillery Regiment of the US Army in Gutu, and the 105 mm howitzer attached to it is very useful. People have long marked the coordinates on the map, and the instructions on the hill can exert a powerful full firepower output.

Cannonballs fell from the sky, and Zhou Qingfeng was like a flat boat sailing in the rough sea, and he could only retract into the turret to dodge. The road surface was bombed with potholes, and the tank would get stuck in the crater and not be able to get out if he was not careful.

"Turn off the headlights, that thing is directing enemy artillery observers on the top of the hill." When Zhou Qingfeng figured out this joint, the road ahead had been blown up and completely impassable.

"Then how do we escape?" The driver turned off the lights, and the artillery fire immediately thinned out a lot, but his eyes were black. At present, this road is the only road in the entire Changjin Lake area, and both sides of the road are impassable mountains.

"Get off the road and go one hundred and fifty meters ahead." Zhou Qingfeng took out his active infrared night vision device to observe the surroundings.

The driver also leaned out half of his body from the front hatch and also took out his night vision device to observe the road. And just as they were slowly moving towards the rugged hillside, the pursuers came up with their headlights on behind them.

"Platoon commander, enemy tank." As soon as the driver turned his head, he could see the menacing US military without night vision devices.

"I saw it. You continue to move slowly, and the engine is not too loud. Zhou Qingfeng also came out of the turret with a cold face, he kicked the shoulder of the gun commander in the turret with his foot, and said, "Aim at the first one for me, but don't fire immediately." ”

For fear of accidental injury, the howitzers of the US army stopped firing. But the approaching pursuers began to disperse, and their headlights could illuminate targets within a hundred meters, apparently seeing track tracks on the road.

The 'Sherman' commanded by Zhou Qingfeng continued to retreat towards a hillside, and the driver was careful to minimize the movement of his tank. The enemy, apparently aware that the target of their pursuit might be in close proximity, became extremely cautious.

"Squad leader, it's almost dawn." A tank soldier said to Zhou Qingfeng. The operation had been grinding all night, and now it was still being pursued, and the time was almost six o'clock. Although the days are short and the nights are long in winter, North Korea is located in the east, and it will not be long before the sky will be clear, and there will be no escape at that time.

The barren mountains and mountains have no shelter. Zhou Qingfeng had no way to retreat, so he could only silently take out a flare gun from his backpack and aim at the direction of the enemy's approaching, "Prepare to fire!" ”

Being killed in the middle of the night, and almost killing himself, made Colonel Puller, who commanded the American troops in Gutuli, extremely angry. Having determined that the attackers were small in number and were retreating, he immediately ordered his tank battalion to begin pursuit.

The leader caught up was a 'Pershing', with a fierce cannon and thick armor, and it was a strong enemy. The only thing Zhou Qingfeng is stronger than the other party is that he is equipped with infrared night vision devices, but 'Pershing' is notoriously thick-skinned, and 'Sherman' may not be able to penetrate the opponent's frontal armor.

"I'm going to attract the enemy, and you pay attention to the other side." After Zhou Qingfeng finished speaking, he jumped out of the turret and ran quickly with his gun. As he ran, he fired a flare at the enemy's location.

Dazzling flares suddenly appear in the sky, and the enemy's vision suddenly turns from dark to bright, and they will be unable to see for a few seconds. The carbine in Zhou Qingfeng's hand continued to fire at the enemy while running, and the sudden gunfire was extremely obvious.

The enemy, who was about a hundred meters away, turned his attention to Zhou Qingfeng, and the turret of the leading tank was lowered suddenly, and the muzzle of the gun pointed directly in the direction of the gunfire. Whether it's a grenade or an armor-piercing projectile, shrapnel and debris fired at close range are extremely deadly, and they don't need to be aimed too accurately to kill.

Zhou Qingfeng was immediately horrified, and shouted wildly in his heart while running desperately: ", don't pit your teammates!" Give me a little power, I'm your platoon leader. ”

Rumble......!

A loud noise sounded on the battlefield, and the American troops on the hilltop of the circular position in the distance were all holding binoculars and looking forward. The sudden flares disturbed their vision, but they could still see the leading 'Pershing' firing.

There was a fire burning on the battlefield, which 'Sherman' was snatched away? No...... it seems to be our 'Pershing', how can it be our 'Pershing'?

The lead 'Pershing' turned the turret, revealing a weak position on the side. When its gunner fired a blind shot at Zhou Qingfeng, the 'Sherman', who was hiding in the shadows, also fired a black shot, hitting the ammunition rack of his turret.

With a loud bang, the entire ammunition rack exploded. Orange flames burst into the sky, along with Pershing's turret. The momentum was earth-shattering, and the other pursuers following Pershing immediately stopped, realizing that the enemy was attacking nearby.

The lights were turned off, the engine was idling and the turret was pointing in all directions, and everyone was looking for the target with their eyes wide open, because no one noticed where the shells that had just destroyed the 'Pershing' came from? The atmosphere became extremely tense, and life and death could be the line between life and death.

Waiting for the light of the flare to fall, only the destroyed 'Pershing' was left on the battlefield crackling and burning. The surroundings were extremely dark again.

Zhou Qingfeng got up from the ground with a little groan, because his physical strength had dropped, he couldn't use his 'astuteness' to escape, and no matter how fast he was, he couldn't avoid the killing range of the shells.

The armor-piercing bullets fired by 'Pershing' stirred up the rubble on the ground, tearing the clothes on Zhou Qingfeng's back into a mess, and many of the rubble even penetrated deep into the flesh, which was painful and cold.

"Platoon commander, are you still alive?" A voice came from the walkie-talkie, an inquiry from the 'Sherman' gun commander hiding in the shadows.

"Alive." Zhou Qingfeng whispered.

"Platoon commander, you can run away alone. Let's hold back the enemy. Said the gunner of Sherman.

"I didn't abandon my own habits, I want to run, let's run together." Zhou Qingfeng endured the pain and got up, and returned to the vicinity of 'Sherman' in the direction he remembered. He remembered that the enemy also had several tanks, a dozen armored vehicles and motorized infantry.

The enemy's infantry must have gotten out of the car to search, and will soon touch it. Zhou Qingfeng ordered in the walkie-talkie: "Leave the tank, we evacuate on foot, there is still a chance to get rid of the enemy." ”

The crew members in the 'Sherman' came out lightly and cautiously followed Zhou Qingfeng away. They ran less than half a kilometer, and sure enough, they heard the sound of the engine behind them again, and the enemy must have found the empty 'Sherman', and they were unwilling to catch up again.

The sky will really be white, the time is already more than six o'clock, Zhou Qingfeng and the others are tired and hungry, and their physical strength is almost exhausted. The tracks and wheels of the pursuers were soon able to catch up with their two legs.

"Platoon commander, why don't we go up the mountain?"

"Platoon commander, you go first, we intercept the enemy."

"Platoon commander, don't worry too much, you're more important than us."

The crew members asked Zhou Qingfeng to go first, and Zhou Qingfeng, who was cold and tired, really couldn't hold on. He is very hungry when he is injured, and at the same time he is very impatient with hunger, and when he is hungry, he will be as soft as a puddle of mud.

And just at this moment of near despair, there was a sudden rumbling sound of heavy objects crushing the ground from the direction of escape.

There was a layer of white mist in the misty morning light, and a thick cannon barrel suddenly appeared in the white mist, and then an unstoppable steel beast was revealed, and the huge and sturdy body represented its inviolable awe-inspiring dignity!

Ha ......, Ha ......, Ha ......, Zhou Qingfeng, who was almost weak, half-knelt on the road, panting and laughing: "Uncle's 'Teletubbies' has finally come to the rescue!" ”