The maximum bomb load of the B-29 'Super Flying Fortress' reached nine tons, and even if it was folded in half because of the multi-load fuel, dozens of aerial bombs could be dropped on Zhou Qingfeng's head. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Although he can escape in an IS-7, there are only a limited number of places he can run, and it is easy to predict.

You can't stay where you are, you can't run towards your own people's positions, you can only run in the direction of the enemy. As a result, the three IS-7s led by Zhou Qingfeng were like wild horses that had escaped from the bridle and rushed towards the US troops who were attacking the positions of the 60th Division.

It was getting dark, and the American troops under the command of Colonel Puller were preparing to deploy troops on the occupied hilltops, supported by tanks and artillery. He planned to approach step by step, kill Fushengli all the way, and get through to the Xiajieyu where his division headquarters was located.

But this dream has only just begun, and the US troops who have already climbed the occupied hill sent a warning signal -- Colonel, the Chinese communist army has launched an armored assault on us, and their new tanks have rushed out again, and the speed is very fast.

"Bastard, you want to give me this trick again? I already have a solution. Colonel Puller's angry nose was smoking. The losses he suffered in the morning were enough for him to be reprimanded by his superiors after the battle. He thought to himself repeatedly, what would he do if he encountered this kind of scene again?

The answer is - barricades!

Anyway, at present, the 1st Marine Division does not have any tanks that can deal with the enemy's steel monsters, so it is better to let the tank crews go to their deaths than to set up roadblocks to stop the opponent, and then let the large-caliber howitzers solve the problem.

Therefore, when he heard that Zhou Qingfeng launched another armored attack, Colonel Pooler immediately ordered several TD-14 bulldozers of several howitzer companies to creak and rattle on the road, completely blocking the ability of vehicles to pass.

"Order the howitzer company to get ready, and immediately open fire when you hear my order, I don't believe that the enemy's tanks can still rush over." This time, Colonel Puller was on the front line in person, holding a telescope and setting up a regimental headquarters a kilometer away from the place of the firefight.

The TD-14 bulldozer weighed more than a dozen tons, and it was sturdy and blocked four vehicles side by side, completely blocking the intersection. Colonel Puller felt that even he would not be able to clear such an obstacle in a short time, and that if he could hold back the opponent's tanks for a short time, he would be able to pile them to death with a large number of shells.

And due to the narrow road, the bulldozer is flanked by steep hills. If the IS-7 goes uphill, it will definitely slow down and expose its side, and the few 'Pershing' squatting behind it will not let go of this opportunity for revenge.

Zhou Qingfeng appeared extremely fast in the IS-7, the bulldozer barricade had just been arranged, and the US military sappers driving the bulldozer had not fled far before he had already rushed over. And behind him were the constantly falling aerial bombs.

"Oh my God!" Colonel Puller was stunned, he had never seen such a thrilling scene. In fact, no one on the entire battlefield saw a tank being chased by the B-29. Dozens of bombs were falling, chasing the IS-7 from the road it was running on.

But the bombardiers of the B-29 must have underestimated the speed of the IS-7, and the 1,200-horsepower diesel generator gave the body of more than 60 tons extremely surging power. Zhou Qingfeng asked for full speed, so the driver drove the heavy steel beast to a top speed of 70 kilometers per hour.

This is simply a Ferrari in a tank!

The tank that rushed forward was desperately fleeing, and it was followed by one bomb after another, each of which was enough to blow up a position, and now all of them were dropped on top of Zhou Qingfeng's head with a piercing roar. With the loud explosions and smoke and dust, IS-7 is like a raging beast, unstoppable!

"This guy is going to crash into a bulldozer." On the hills on either side of the barricade stood hundreds of American soldiers, all of whom saw this magical scene. Everyone felt that the three enemy heavy tanks had been driven into a dead end, and there was no way to escape.

Zhou Qingfeng saw the military bulldozers blocking the road in front of him, and he could even estimate the weight of these bulldozers, and they would definitely not be able to hit them by colliding. But when he was pushing to the last two hundred meters, he ordered the main gun to open fire, "one grenade shot, blast a way." ”

The 130-millimeter cannon fired, and the power of the cannon of this caliber absolutely shocked the world, more than ten times more powerful than the 90-millimeter tube of the 'Pershing'. One warhead weighed more than thirty kilograms with an internal charge of more than ten kilograms.

The vibrations caused by a single blast reverberated throughout the valley of the road, and the power was so powerful that anyone within a kilometer of it could feel tense.

The explosion caused a thick smoke that covered a range of hundreds of meters, obscuring everyone's view on the battlefield. Colonel Poehler, holding the binoculars, couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only stay behind the battle line for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, a large number of broken parts of the bulldozer flew out of the smoke. These parts are scattered all over the sky, like a flower of tyranny that spreads out. On the road, the rumbling sound of tanks running was heard again, and the feeling of a slight tremor on the ground had come from under his feet, which was the result of being crushed by dozens of tons of heavy objects.

"Damn it, a dozen tons of barricades can't even stop it, and it actually rushed over." Colonel Puller thumped his feet in hatred. He really underestimated the IS-7, and the barricades that the 'Pershing' could not open with a 90-mm main gun did not mean that the 130-mm main gun could not be opened either.

Approaching the positions of the American troops, the terrorist pursuit of the B-29 could only stop. It's almost dark, and if you don't want to land at high speed in the dark, you have to hurry back to the airport now.

"Stop it, you have to stop it." Colonel Puller was sweating profusely, and although there were multiple lines of defense behind the barricades, it was really unknown whether they could hold back such a huge tank?

The first was an American tank company behind the barricades, which was the 1st Marine Regiment's own tank company, equipped with the sixth M4 'Sherman' and the eighth M26 'Pershing'. In the face of the invincible IS-7, they are extremely vulnerable.

A company of tanks stood behind the barricade for 300 meters and fired at the sight of the IS-7 coming up. They already knew that their tank guns would not be able to penetrate the front of such a heavy tank, and now they could only hope to hit the opponent's tracks.

However, the two sides only fired one round before they had to stop, and more than a dozen American tanks could not hit the tracks of the IS-7 in motion, and most of the shells hit the turret and frontal armor, and the result was a non-stop bell ricocheting. And Zhou Qingfeng foolishly fired a smoke bomb at the opponent.

When the smoke bomb exploded, the position of the American tank company was confused. The tank gun commander couldn't see anything, and the commander couldn't figure out what was going on around him when he got out of the turret. While everyone was panicking, IS-7 on the opposite side did not stop but approached at great speed, rushing in with a gust of wind.

The wind stirred the smoke from the explosion, and the running air rushed to the rear of the U.S. tank company. There was not just one, but three in succession, and all three IS-7s rushed by. Now the captain of 'Pershing' is even more devastated, because they have suffered the same loss this morning.

"Hell, the enemy tanks are rushing behind us again."

"Turn the turret and look for cover."

"Hell, who can show me the target? Who knows where the enemy's tanks are? ”

The radio of the tank company was in chaos, and the crew members were terrified, waiting in panic for their final fate. The tragic situation of the armored detachment in the morning again irritated their nerves.

And just as the U.S. tank company was paying attention to the three IS-7s that had rushed past their positions, five 'Pershing' and one 'Sherman' rushed over from outside the bulldozer barricade that had just been blasted by Zhou Qingfeng.

'Pershing' is bulky and far inferior to the IS-7 and even inferior to the 'Sherman', but its 90-millimeter gun is still very sharp against ordinary targets.

The platoon officer and the 'old machine gun' finally finished heating up the engine, and they led the team to kill it. As soon as they crossed the barricade that had been blasted out of scrap metal, this small tank unit saw more than a dozen American 'Pershing' being facing their big diao with their butts!

On the leading 'Pershing', the platoon deputy said silently after seeing this strange scene: "God really gives us the platoon leader face." This good opportunity can't be missed, everyone line up, let's them one by one, we must make them cool! ”