The artillery shells drew beautiful and curved trajectories in the smoke-filled sky, turning into rain that leaked from the sky, splashing on the small area of ​​Neutron Mountain.

A company of the US 24th Infantry Division, which had just re-captured Neutron Mountain with the help of aircraft and artillery cover, was covered by the "heavy rain" falling from the sky before it could turn to defense.

The US artillery observation posts placed around Zhongzi Mountain were preparing to calculate the position of the Chinese artillery by using the principle of inferring the starting point of the ballistic trajectory from the impact point of the artillery shell. The artillery fire coverage, which was as fast as the wind and as heavy as the rain, had completely stopped.

It seemed that just for a moment, everything near Neutron Mountain was calm, and only the rising smoke of gunfire around them still testified to the fierceness of the artillery fire.

However, this moment of calm seemed like an illusion that did not exist. With a burst of high-pitched "kill!" from the mountains, the unique notes belonging to the battlefield were once again pushed to another shocking and high tone!

Wharton stood in the observation bunker not far from the front of Neutron Mountain, holding up the telescope with an expressionless face. No expression could be seen on his white skin. He was as calm as a butcher who was accustomed to killing people. But if someone could do it at this time,

Through the thick lenses of the telescope, I saw his eyes at this time.

You will find that those eyes with a hint of Indian blood are like raging volcanoes, erupting with overwhelming anger.

Seeing that the South Korean Capital Division was defeated, the Canadian 25th Brigade was crippled, and the slave state armies composed of other small countries were burned to pieces by a wave of white phosphorus incendiary bombs. The main force of the slave state with Britain and France as the core was

How dare you go up?

They have been scrambling to retreat one by one, ignoring the Americans at all. If they are pushed into a hurry, the British and French army commanders will even more confidently retort, "Why do you Americans' lives matter? Our British

Man, the life of the French is not life. If this is true, then fine, we will go! When the time comes, you Americans will be defeated, but don’t cry and shout to cause trouble for us.

What is this? Chi Guoguo’s threat!

To put it nicely, the British and French armies are called "thinking about defeat before winning", but to put it worse, it is to lure the wolf into the house!

Thinking of the ineffectiveness of the British and French troops in the past, Wharton still dared to use them. In desperation, he could only drag the American troops from his headquarters up.

But in this case, casualties will be inevitable. Those are precious American soldiers, not cannon fodder on the street!

But now Wharton has to use these precious compatriots as cannon fodder, because what lies before him is the tempting goal of cutting off the retreat channel of the main force of the Volunteer Army on the Western Front and encircling and annihilating the Chinese army's elite heavy group.

Once successful, the miracle of the Incheon landing in 1950 can be replicated. In this case...

Wharton narrowed his eyes in the telescope tube, and while an iron-clad determination burst out through his eyes, his tight mouth suddenly opened, and he said in a cold voice: "Tell Lieutenant Moore, let's

His C Company immediately launched a counterattack!"

The staff officer beside him hurriedly gave Wharton's order several times, but before he could turn around to deliver it, a liaison officer hurried to Wharton's side, stood at attention and reported: "Reporting to the commander, Lieutenant Moore of Company C has been killed in action!"

After hearing this, Wharton did not speak. He still held up his telescope and looked at the smoky Neutron Mountain in the distance, but his thin lips pursed tighter. Seeing this, the liaison officer continued to speak with interest: "Several incoming shells.

, fell on the offensive starting position of C Company, and one of them accidentally hit the company command post of C Company..."

"Bang"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Wharton, who had already suppressed his emotions, couldn't bear it anymore. He directly smashed the telescope in his hand on the ground and stared at his bloodshot eyes as if he were eating people.

Roaring at the liaison officer: "Cannonball

, it’s a damn artillery shell again. Do all Chinese artillery shells have eyes? That idiot Heidenberg doesn’t look like a pig, he is a pig himself. The Chinese army in front of him only has a few artillery pieces. He can’t deal with all this.

No, does Heidenberg eat shit?"

The liaison officer didn't dare to say a word because of Colonel Wharton's appearance, so he quickly stepped aside. After getting angry, Wharton gradually calmed down, and originally thought of picking up the phone and calling Hayden properly.

The pig in Bao was a little confused, but when he just grabbed the receiver, he slowly put it down.

Nothing else, just because Heidenberg has publicly assured all officers and soldiers participating in the war that their cat-and-mouse game with Chinese artillery will be completely ended within 48 hours.

At this time, less than 3 hours had passed since Heidenberg's promise, but due to the suppression of the US counter-artillery force at all costs, the power of Chinese artillery was significantly weakened compared to the previous attacks by Canada and South Korea.

Although the artillery coverage this time still caused the US military to suffer a lot of casualties, compared with before, both the density and duration were much less. It was just that the concentration points of the artillery shells were placed around the Neutron Mountain position. This caused

Not a small amount of momentum.

Wharton is not only a technical officer, but also an experienced battlefield warrior. He cannot tell the extent of the Chinese artillery strike this time. It is just because he has unspeakable indignation in his heart and he has found a breaking point to vent his anger.

That’s all.

"Let Lieutenant Richard's F Company immediately launch a counterattack. As for C Company..."

After calming down, Wharton was still acting resolutely, but when he said that Company C, he paused, reached out and took a new telescope from the staff, looked at Neutron Mountain again, and then said: "Withdraw, reorganize, and wait for Company F to top."

If you can't stop, let C Company..."

"Let C Company go again." As soon as Wharton said these words, Wharton's eyes covered by the telescope tube suddenly shrank, and soon white bright flames bloomed in the sky on the front lens, completely lighting up the entire telescope.

His vision was completely covered. Seeing this, Colonel Wharton's tight lips had sunk deep into his teeth, and a trace of bright red blood oozed out in an instant. However, compared with the blood from the bite, the blood dripping from the heart is the real blood.

pain.

So he couldn't control it anymore and rushed towards the phone, grabbed the receiver and roared at the top of his lungs: "Get me through the counter-artillery command post immediately, immediately~"

…

"Heidenberg, you stupid pig! Didn't you say that you have completely suppressed the Chinese white phosphorus incendiary bombs? Open your pig eyes wide and see, my C Company has been burned out by their white phosphorus incendiary bombs.

…Crack!”

In the counter-artillery command post, Colonel Heidenberg only listened to a few words and then hung up the phone call of Colonel Wharton to investigate.

But even so, those stupid pigs, pig heads and so on, still made that fat face seem to be covered with a layer of frost. It was terrifyingly cold. He glanced at the officers and soldiers in the command post, and finally turned his gaze
Chapter completed!