Behind this small hill, only a few "Peng Peng" sounds were heard, and more than a dozen mortars and grenades were fired into the sky, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, heading towards the top of the hill.

Blast away these ferocious monsters from Poe!

at the same time.

Xu Qing, Ping He, Yu Congrong, and Wu Qianli were the most accurate sharpshooters in the Seventh Company. When Lei Gong fired the cannon, they all looked at each other for an instant, and then squatted at the back angle of the slope.

good.

They also aimed the bazooka, the "big lever" nozzle, at these menacing tanks!

With shaking, Xu Qing pressed the trigger, and streams of smoke blasted out from the barrel. The cone-shaped rockets went straight to the tracks of the tank, attacking sideways.

Thanks to a lot of battlefield experience and the preparations made in the matter of seconds, these weapons of death all landed precisely where the tanks were.

All of a sudden...

boom!

The fire illuminates the sky red!

!

As the Americans retreated downwards, they were forcibly stopped by the explosion scene that suddenly jumped up on the retreat route in front. The crowds of people were crowded and stopped in fear, but the soldiers who were going down were more anxious than the others.

Many people did not have time to stop and jumped on the people in front of them, causing a chain stampede and rolling downhill. The scene was extremely chaotic.

But ahead are the fierce flames and mushroom explosion clouds!

As soon as many soldiers rolled down, they discovered that there was an extremely violent explosion in front of them. They were affected by high-temperature flames and their clothes were burned. They screamed in fear and climbed up using their hands and feet.

The other Americans and their friends who were still standing were stunned.

now.

There is only one thought in their minds now:

Are these Chinese people pretending to be their allies? How could they have such huge firepower?

………

That poor American soldier Jason was taken care of by the old sergeant Jaden, and he was lucky enough to be assigned to the back row.

At this moment, he was retreating quickly with a group of soldiers, secretly rejoicing that he had not lost his life again.

Because the attack started in the morning for several hours, although they did not hit the enemy, the casualties of their marines were not heavy, and the people around them who died were those from the local allied forces in Asia.

"Thank God, thank grandma, thank little Jayden, thank the kind-hearted Chinese..."

Jason trotted with his head buried, thinking about Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

Even though there were dead bodies around him, he found that he wasn't that scared anymore.

There were bursts of explosions behind him, but he didn't pay attention at all. Scenes like this happened all the time on the battlefield.

He only wanted to escape from this place and go to the rear to rest. He didn't care what it meant to be a deserter. He just wanted to eat a can and drink a bottle of white wine.

Yes, he has become addicted to the brandy recommended by little Jayden.

When setting off in the morning, little Jayden gave him another bottle of wine, which was his private collection. Little Jayden told him that he buried it in Hawaii last year and asked someone to send it to him as a "warning" for the newcomers to stop drinking.

He would give a bottle to every lucky recruit he met.

Yes, even if they are at war, they still have those damn express delivery services, and planes and ships are constantly delivering them, but their people cannot evacuate.

But Jason didn't care for the time being.

For the first time, he discovered that he could forget the sorrow and fear on the battlefield in a state of intoxication. That feeling...oh, how wonderful it was.

As he thought this way, even the heavy firearms and equipment on his body seemed to become lighter.

"Get down..."

But soon, the soldiers behind suddenly panicked and pushed each other forward. Jason felt a heat wave coming from behind and subconsciously looked back.

But the sight before him shocked him:

Because there were waves of violent explosions not far behind them. One second their tanks were firing upwards, covering their retreat, and the next second they were bombarded into rubble.

Peng, clang, snap!

The overwhelming flames and steel plates flying everywhere, crackling against the stones, ground, and vegetation in all directions.

Then he watched a fragment of the gun barrel spin rapidly in the air, and then plunged straight into the crowd of soldiers who were also watching...

He opened his mouth wide: "Oh, no, this must be a joke..."

Puff puff!

This small fragment carried a huge impact, dodged into the crowd, stabbed three times in a row, and directly penetrated three or five "lucky" guys.

And one of them is Jason.

………

"The high ground hasn't been conquered yet?"

The dejected and tenacious little Jayden was holding his injured neck and was hanging out in the engineer company that was changing defenses. He was a veteran and knew how to avoid the stormtroopers who had to attack.

Opposite, a young officer was talking to him: "We have been fighting for a long time. Do you think we can finish it after dark?"

The defense team they belonged to was responsible for seizing this high ground. But for some reason, they were almost ambushed before they entered the attack range. This was completely beyond imagination.

In this regard, they can only complain that there are too many Chinese soldiers.

There was a lot of artillery fire in front of them, but the two of them seemed quite relaxed here. It was not because they were more confident than others, but because they joined the army in the same year and were used to seeing battlefield scenes. Even if bullets hit their eyes, they still maintained their cowboy style.

.

There are many veterans like them in the Marine Corps.

Little Jayden shook his head indifferently and said casually: "Who knows, the Chinese seem to have wings, flying here and there, how to fight?"

"But what's the point of this? After we fight during the day, they will definitely come back to fight again at night, God! I really don't understand why we don't evacuate quickly - our ship is obviously parked in the port."

"General MacArthur will not agree. He must leave something behind before leaving. The gentlemen in the Department of Defense and the White House have always been like this. When you go back, you can see that newspapers across the United States will definitely report our 'victory' news..."

Wait, stop! Braden, I am answering you seriously, but you are stealing my wine..."

--boom!

Little Jayden stopped talking and turned around: "What's the sound?"

Braden grabbed the wine, shrugged and said, "Our tank company is going to war again, right?"

"No. It seems a little different this time."

But little Jayden felt something unusual. The sound of the explosion was getting closer. He had been active in many battlefields and was very keen on this. He immediately stood up, grabbed an armrest and jumped onto the car. He looked at them fighting in the distance from the front of the car.

troop of soldiers.

quite a while.

He put down the telescope, but his eyes were blank: "God, I must be dazzled..."

"What did you say?"

Braden quickly jumped into the car. While pouring wine into his mouth, he took the binoculars and looked at it, but soon, his hand holding the wine bottle was hanging in the air unknowingly.

He looked back in disbelief:

"That's our..."

"I think so."

"How many are those?"

"Eight cars."

"...Did the Chinese steal Prometheus's heavenly fire?"

Braden was a little incoherent. He waved his hands and spilled his drink. He just wanted to get a negative answer:

"You understand... I'm asking, where did they get the shells? The investigation reports for the past two days have been saying that they can't even afford a box of cans..."

"I don't know." Xiaojie's face became even more sad. "I only know the date when we are going home. I'm afraid it will have to be postponed even further."

He thought for a while and his tone became more pessimistic:

"Maybe I won't be able to go home at all."

………

At the same time, it was at the camp near Little Jayden.

"Lei, we are old acquaintances. I only have one request."

The top commander of the Marine Corps defending the airfield, Lieutenant Colonel Rich, is planning the next offensive route:

"Remember, we must seize the three highlands here before dark. I don't want, and Mr. MacArthur doesn't want to see a Chinese on it, whether alive or corpse..."

boom!

There was an explosion in the distance.
To be continued...