Rise of the Wasteland

At Yokota Airport in Japan, the 307 bomber group of the US Far East Air Force Command is taking off sixteen B-29s. These behemoths flew into the night sky driven by four high-horsepower aircraft engines and disappeared.

In fact, before dark, Major General Almond of the Tenth Army understood that the frontline Marine Regiment could not completely kill the sixty divisions of the Volunteer Army that blocked them. When the fighter aircraft retreated during the day, he thought that perhaps a supplementary bombing at night should be carried out to enhance the damage to the enemy.

And when Zhou Qingfeng led the team against the attack and instead broke into the ancient soil, the 307 bomber brigade, which was ready to launch the night bomber, became a major general's lifeline. After all, it took time to cross the Sea of ​​Japan from take-off to North Korea, and the temporary take-off bomber was too late.

At 10,000 meters altitude, the pilot on the pilot was chatting with his partner. The radio operator suddenly shouted on the communicator, "Sir, maybe you should listen to the news."

"What happened?" The captain asked.

"The combat briefing said that the Marines had just been killed by about a regiment. Our Commander MacArthur was furious." The radio operator said.

"Oh oh ... a Marine Corps regiment?" The captain was surprised. "Isn't that exactly where we are going?"

"That's right, it's in the area of ​​Changjin Lake. Our bombing target has changed, from Fushengli to Gutuli. Where it has been occupied by the enemy, we need to destroy the leftover materials to avoid being used by the enemy." Radio operation The crew gave the latest orders issued by Far East Air Command.

"Isn't that team of Marines quite capable? Now they have been killed by a regiment!" The captain sighed, grabbed the interphone and shouted to the pilot: "Re-planning the route, our goal was changed to Guli . "

The pilot operating the radio navigation equipment re-planned the flight path and notified the radar operator on board to look for the correct target on the bomber search radar.

After about two hours of flight, the bomber group approached over Xingnan Port. Search radar screens began to show the shapes of mountains, roads and rivers on land. The nose bomber was paying attention to the land below him, and he was responsible for dropping tons of bombs.

Due to the limited bombardment accuracy, carpet operations were used for large aircraft operations. The pilot confirmed the place and the aircraft behind them dropped bombs. Sixteen aircraft fleets can pour hundreds of tons of bombs over the enemy's head, and violent bombing can cause serious injuries to unprotected personnel on the ground.

And just as the pilot was about to fly to the ancient soil, the radio pilot suddenly issued a correction order, "Captain, I received a bomber guidance request from the ground. A frontline aviation control team asked us to modify the target. Instead, bombardment of Wu Lao Li. "

The battlefield situation changes rapidly, but such temporary changes are still somewhat doubtful. The captain asked, "Have you verified the identity of the other party?"

"Identified as an amphibious reconnaissance company of the 1st Marine Division, the radio encrypted information and call sign were correct. They said that the enemy had two divisions attacking Wu Lao Li. . "

The information verified by the radio operator was correct, so the captain again trimmed the course and target, and the entire fleet was bombed again. When the bomber group arrived in Wu Lao Li, the bomber of the pilot opened the magazine, and nearly a hundred kilogram bombs fell down.

On the ground, the third division of the U.S. Army who just arrived at the fortifications under the Wu Lao Libu breathed slightly. Their entire division sent two regiments of nearly ten thousand people to the ghost place of Wulaoli, building constructions against the cold wind. After finally half the work, the command above was changed again.

"Go forward to attack the ancient soil?" The head of the 65th Infantry Regiment of the Third Division was going crazy, and he really wanted to swear at the senior commander who sent the command randomly. You know, he's really fed up with the current bad situation.

At the beginning of the Korean War, the entire U.S. military was in storage with swords and guns, and the situation of Nanshan in Ma Fang was severely deficient in the Third Division, which was pulled to North Korea. Its sixty-fifth Infantry Regiment was originally based in Puerto Rico, enjoying the warm and comfortable waters of the Caribbean and the romantic and passionate Latin beauty.

But what is he doing now? The black light went to the frozen field to dig fortifications!

If you just dig fortifications, you can dig half of the fortifications and launch an offensive--God, is this playing us? Do you know how hard the ground is now? Hard enough that the engineer's **** is useless and must be exploded with explosives. After finally exploding, it was said that it was blasted!

Well, there is no human rights for the big soldiers. The sixty-fifth regiment should not complain. But look at what soldiers are in this regiment? The Nangan soldiers who had been stuffed in were simply a group of monkeys. They did not even use their guns without much training.

Blasting at night is a technical job. If you accidentally blow up the fortifications you want, you will also kill yourself. The US Army Corps of Engineers in the 65th Regiment must be on their own. The Nanbao soldiers under their hands can only do some migrant work.

"The **** at Command are all idiots. I really hope that one day they will be harassed by the enemy. The officers of the Sixty-Fifth Regiment are complaining. No one wants to fight with people in the dark night, especially The opponent is said to be strong.

"Okay, start the spirit. The reconnaissance company is at the front to ensure safety. The tank battalion is responsible for opening the road, followed by infantry and artillery, and regiments." The commander of the 65th regiment listed the marching sequence. He himself The first soldiers came first.

In the night, Wu Lao Li, which was full of American troops, became quite confused. The tanks and vehicles began to leave in formation, and because of the large number of low-quality Nangan soldiers mixed in, the US military officers also had a headache under the command.

"Well, when can these **** monkeys be smarter?" The officers of the sixty-fifth regiment worked hard to restore order to the team. His Excellency the leader of the regimental team led a distance and turned back, and found that his army had dragged a long snake Array.

About 2,000 people in the 65th regiment have left Wu Lao Li, but the first part has not yet started. However, the 33rd Division of the Third Division, which was also deployed in Wu Laoli, came down from the surrounding hills. It seemed that they could not come out for an hour or two.

"Ah ... God! We will be a long time for the entire team." The US Army of the Sixty-Fifth Regiment had no way to leave first, only to move forward slowly and wait for the troops behind to follow.

However, as the sixty-fifth regiment slowly moved forward in a combat formation, they suddenly heard a buzz from the sky. The experienced veterans immediately knew that this was a high-horsepower aero engine at work, and it should be that the B-29 was passing over them.

"It looks like someone is going to be unlucky." The US Army in the 65th Regiment finally felt better, and the aircraft group on the sky should not be small, otherwise the sound of the engine would not be so loud ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The bomber should have dropped the bomb above the enemy's head.

Hahaha ... this is the only good news I heard in the cold night. In scattered loose laughter, the sixty-fifth regiment of the US military suddenly heard a sharp howling from above their heads.

Upon hearing this sound, everyone on the ground was discolored. The U.S. military heard that the bomb was falling, and the assigned Nanbao soldiers felt the danger approaching.

Is there anything wrong? This is bombing above us!

"It's a bomb, lying down." The sixty-fifth regiment of the U.S. Army showed a little regular army quality, and quickly ordered his subordinates to find concealment. And not long after they lay down on the cold ground, dense bombs fell one after another, violently exploding.

The rumbling explosion sounded endlessly, and the fire was soaring. The night is as noisy as a boiling oil pan, and the intense smoke and flying shrapnel means that countless lives are dying.

The officers and soldiers of the Sixty-Fifth Regiment were all stupid, and this violent scene was staged in front of them-it was not the bombarders who had set off, but the Wu Lao who was close at hand.

Wulaoli was immediately bombed into a purgatory for men, and the thirty-third regiment of the third division who had not stayed there was devastated. B-29 dropped a lot of fire, countless people in the unextinguishable flames were burned into black coke.

This is equivalent to the fact that more than half of the personnel in this attack lost their combat power instantly. Such a bombardment would kill unsuspecting soldiers, and the already depressed morale would have to drop to freezing point.

Although it was not themselves who suffered, the survivors of the 65th regiment were all divided. They really can't figure out what happened? Don't know what to do next? Even their heads are thinking—why bomb us? Who the **** did we provoke?