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Chapter 100 The end of the polar bear regiment in the Far East
"Americans are scared!"

"They're retreating!"

At this time, the sky is gradually showing fish-belly white, and the sky will be bright soon after the early morning.

In the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, soldiers from several regiments of the two divisions of the Ninth Corps suddenly rushed down the ridge at this time, and launched a fierce attack on the retreating U.S. troops in the village area.

The remaining soldiers were so frightened that they all stayed away from the tanks that were raging in flames, and kept driving their cars to retreat, not wanting to fight at all.

The soldiers of the Volunteer Army, on the other hand, were just the opposite. They sprinted with all their strength and vowed to take advantage of the victory and pursue the battle to determine the world in one fell swoop.

The offensive has already undergone a major reversal at this time!

"Da da da da da..."

Ahead, the ferocious tanks and cars are on fire, and the eyes of the soldiers are also on fire, the guns in their hands are on fire, and their hearts are even more on fire!
The burning of every tank, the scream of every American beats in my heart like the happiest song in winter.

During the artillery bombardment and the white phosphorous bomb burning, the American jeep truck was hit, the artillery truck was overturned, and the steel plate and iron armor of the tank were burned through and melted into molten iron, which gave off a metallic luster and flowed on the snow.

Flames are raging everywhere, black smoke is billowing, and the sound of bombing is rumbling!
The battle turned into a hearty one-sided battle of encirclement and annihilation, which was unexpected by everyone.

They never thought that these well-equipped Americans would have such a day.

But the opportunity is coming, and the current offensive and war situation have made the phrase "keep the Americans tonight" a not-too-distant reality!

"kill!"

Volunteer soldiers coming in like waves and tides, the clear and sharp horns and whistles sounded like an auxiliary symphony.

Xu Qing was also sprinting forward along with all the soldiers. The intense flame temperature and the US troops constantly retreating and keeping distance made it difficult for him to stay in place and shoot accurately.

"Go sideways!"

He and Song Weiguo Pinghe formed a group of three and ran quickly beside the ridge, moving in the direction of the U.S. military while taking cold shots from time to time.

Xu Qing looked back and saw countless warriors sprinting down bravely in the Snowy Mountains. There were no loud shouts or hoarse killing sounds.

However, this wave of shocking waves of silence caused a great shock to the hearts of all the American soldiers below. They seemed to hear countless shouts in the mountains and plains. For the first time, the soldiers of the Chinese Volunteer Army actually Sex constitutes the American nightmare.

bang, bang, bang...

Flares rose and swayed with the sprint, reflecting the horrifying faces of countless American soldiers in the cars on the road. Shrapnel were flying in all directions, grenades exploded, and the tanks in front were still burning. It was as if day had come.

The white commander was equally panic-stricken. He looked around and saw that there were khaki or white figures on every hill, in groups of three and three, extremely flexible.

For him who has never fought skirmishers, this is a tactic he has never seen before, and it is an extremely rare understanding.

Although the firepower of the guns and grenades of the volunteer soldiers was not very strong, the rain of firepower made it difficult for his team to break through the encirclement and be unable to advance or retreat.

And he can see with the naked eye that these Chinese soldiers who have caused him great trouble are very simple, some are wearing tattered cotton clothes, some are only thinner clothes, and there are no thick wool deerskin military boots like them at their feet , but a pair of thin rubber shoes.

"Is this the way to repel our enemies?"

In the temperature of about minus 35 degrees, it seemed to him like an illusion, as if these soldiers in all directions were phantoms, not real, but the bullets they fired from their hands, the machine gun muzzle A series of tongues of fire are so real and believable.

"Is the artillery still alive? Counterattack, give me counterattack, blast them back, and then we retreat!"

He tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart, shouted, and suddenly a soldier sent a message to him behind him:

"Sir William—our team is behind."

"what?"

The commander named William was immediately overjoyed, and quickly dodged a series of bullets, and went around to look in front of the car.

On the mountain behind, there was a small cluster of dark shadows. There were no cars, only hundreds of private soldiers. He was familiar with the leading officer, Lieutenant Colonel Don Faith, who also belonged to the "Polar Bear Regiment".

"Fez, have you brought reinforcements..."

He was shouting happily when he suddenly realized that they were coming from the mountain, and when he turned his head to look, there were only those enemies still encircling on the road behind, without the support of cars and heavy tanks as he had imagined.

"Where is the colonel, you..."

Lieutenant Colonel Feith looked tired, shook his head and said, "As you can see, William, we have been completely defeated."

William looked at the more than 200 soldiers in this group, all of them were downcast, their heads were drooping, their helmets were not wearing properly, their bodies were either bloody or wounded, and their faces had long since lost their previous expressions.

He was dumbfounded: "How could (how)? Your tanks are no less than ours!"

"But you have as many tanks as we do, William..."

Lieutenant Colonel Faith was also in a daze. Not far away, the Chinese soldiers covering the mountains and plains like a tsunami reminded him of the horrible nightmare he and others had just suffered a few hours ago.

He immediately lost the joy of seeing the friendly army. He didn't even think that the result after the rendezvous would be worse than imagined. There are also a large number of enemies surrounded here, and the Chinese seem to be boundless...everywhere.

Feith looked at the group of tanks still burning ahead, and suddenly hesitated: "Is that our white phosphorus bomb?"

"Yes……"

Lieutenant Colonel William immediately reacted and grabbed him:
"Wait! That damn thing, you gave it to the Chinese?!"

"No, it's not what we want..."

"Fuck! You killed my soldiers and destroyed our tanks!"

Looking at the scene of the burning white phosphorus bomb and the tragic scene of the American soldiers wailing in pain, Feith also instantly understood that this was the white phosphorus bomb newly equipped by their army, and it was stored in their ammunition depot.

He regretted not blowing it up in time when he left.

Facing Lieutenant Colonel William's glaring gaze, he gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm afraid you don't know, William, the colonel has died in battle! Our entire regiment headquarters was attacked by an unknown number of Chinese soldiers in our sleep, and we even encountered another wave of ambushes on the way. In order to escape, we had to Not only did I abandon a lot of luggage, I even abandoned my car, and I escaped with my life!"

"Bull shit! Headquarters! Where are our reinforcements?"

"...I'm afraid not at the moment."

Many soldiers who were still fighting nearby turned their heads when they heard this, with despair in their eyes: "No..."

"I do not believe!"

Lieutenant Colonel William stopped looking at him, with a look of unwillingness on his face: "Where is the communications officer? Contact the headquarters immediately, I want reinforcements, and aircraft, a lot of aircraft! I need the air force to drop weapons, equipment, and supplies—— everything we need (everything we need)!"

He turned his head viciously:
"I want to organize a breakout before dawn. There are more than 3000 of us, and now only these are left. I don't want to stay on the battlefield in the Far East to bury...Soldiers, do you want to?!"

The communication soldier was horrified by him, and quickly stood at attention: "We don't want to either—sir!"

"Very good! Then go quickly!"

"Yes, sir!"

On the road behind, bullets from the Volunteer Army and dozens of mortars on the mountain were still firing in salvo. Dozens of shells hit the road they had to pass one after another. American soldiers were also using artillery and heavy artillery while moving cars frantically. Weapons countered, trying to break out.

But the news from the rear quickly spread to the entire team, and the remaining hundreds of soldiers of the "Polar Bear Regiment" became even more panicked, because the arrival of Lieutenant Colonel Faith did not make people feel at ease, but brought a worse situation. information:

Their regiment command post was also raided by an unknown Chinese army. The supreme commander, Colonel McLean, was unfortunately killed, and the remaining soldiers also suffered heavy losses-they seemed to have no backup.

at the same time.

"Who is that?"

Among the crowd, Xu Qing also saw a familiar commander on the car. He quickly recalled that he seemed to have seen it from afar during the 1100 highland dam encirclement and annihilation battle, but he didn't know the name.

He saw this guy under the light of the fire, with a face full of remorse, and he was silently praying with his hands folded:
"Only the Holy Trinity, this is the worst punishment God has given us..."

If Xu Qing knew what this person was thinking, he would definitely tell him:

This is not God's punishment, but a blow from the East, the most powerful blow to Americans!
"The remnants of the US command that we fought on Heights 1100 joined this group of Americans!"

Xu Qing quickly passed on the information he had.

The companies soon received the news, increased their firepower, and decided to do whatever they could to prevent these two teams from taking any chances.

boom!
After Xu Qing pulled the trigger, he shot an American soldier in the head again.

He could see the other soldiers on the car shrinking their heads in panic, shouting "Snipers!" indistinctly. Panic and low morale continued to spread in their shrinking ranks.

He even heard American soldiers wailing and scolding the weapons produced by his Meilijia weapons dealer, and some people were already arguing about surrendering.

It was close to morning.

Under the command of Commander William, the Americans are still carrying out the last wave of crazy counterattacks.

The shells of the artillery battalion behind the Volunteers are almost exhausted.

The frozen soil on the North Korean road ahead seemed to have been plowed, scorched and loose, and the ground was full of bomb crater flames, which could not be covered by heavy snow.

Xu Qing had to admit that although these Americans were all terrified to death, they were still well-versed in combat with the support of their continuous firepower.

Perhaps it was inspired by the fine traditions of the Polar Bear Regiment. A large number of American soldiers sitting in the car were killed by the explosion of the grenade, and some were wounded and fell down by the bullets. However, many of them did not give up hope completely. After a few shots, he hurriedly retreated.

This violent burning and fierce battle lasted for more than two hours near the ruined village in Xinxingli and around the highway.

at last.

At around five o'clock in the morning, several vehicles of remnant soldiers were lucky enough to break through to the back end of the road amid heavy artillery fire. They looked at the distant mountains and the village of Xinxingli, and they were crazily surprised.

The tragedy caused by the white phosphorous bomb was still vividly seen. Some soldiers couldn't help crying and rolling in the car roof, some held photos of their wives and daughters and kissed wildly, and some silently knelt down and prayed:
"Mom, I don't want to suffer from Chinese nightmares anymore..."

"God, please take me away, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow when I open my eyes!"

"Sophia, my angel...I almost lost sight of you!"

But the communication operators are still busy, trying to contact the airport base in Xiajieyuli.

"Eagle Eagle, I am Shirokuma! We were in Xinxingli and Houpujian Bali, and we were suddenly attacked by a large group of enemies. A large group of Chinese came out of the mountain! They are frantically surrounding and attacking, requesting aircraft support, repeat! Requesting aircraft support……"

But the radio station at the base over there is buzzing, the signal is very bad, and there is a faint rumbling sound in the channel:
"Zizi...received...please wait..."

"What? Why not support immediately?"

Lieutenant Colonel William was listening, already impatient.He kicked the correspondent away, sat down in front of the intercom, and put on the microphone:
"Eagle, I'm Lieutenant Colonel William Riley, what the hell is going on at the base? Reply! Reply!"

"Mountains... Zizi...alive... Zizi..."

Amidst a bunch of radio noises, Lieutenant Colonel William's ecstasy came to an abrupt end in an instant.Because he finally heard clearly, the US military radio station over the base was calling like this:

"Zizi... the mountains... are attacking us too!"

(End of this chapter)