Rise of the Wasteland

In the bitter cold night, snow covered the earth. The fastest update, the difficult home, Puller, led the correction team to lie on a hill in and out of ancient soil, followed by hundreds of unlucky unlucky eggs, cold and hungry, they all complained.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team into the ancient soil, and the momentum of the assault was unstoppable. Most of the combatants in the ring position were taken away by Colonel Pooler, and those who remained either surrendered or fled into the wilderness. Colonel Pooler gathered another two or three hundred of them and was trying to fight back to regain his nest.

"The **** bureaucrats, are they going to let us all die in the wild?" Colonel Pooler continued to curse.

Howling in the air, only a few 'pirates' fired on the ground. They asked for airdrops of food and medicine, but they were run around by volunteers, and all the supplies dropped were cheap for the enemy. Asked to withdraw from the battle, but was forced to return and die.

Colonel Pooler gathered a total of about 800 soldiers in his hands, many of whom were scarce in weapons and equipment. Many people lost their weapons when they ran, and now they can only empty their hands.

It's OK to leave empty hands, but these 800 people haven't eaten yet. The U.S. military does not have the ability to endure hunger and starvation, the winter has already consumed a lot of physical strength, many people feel hungry for two meals and feel unable to move.

If you can endure without food, drinking without water is a great difficulty. The thirst made these batches of American troops only get some snow and water into their stomachs, and they usually had a hot drink supply and immediately expressed their discomfort and paid the price for diarrhea.

Among the more than 800 people, there were hundreds of wounded and sick people. Among them, those who had diarrhea accounted for more than half of the winter.

Some injured people could not take care of themselves due to severe physical decline due to repeated thinning. In addition, the lack of medical staff was difficult to take care of them. Those who were thinned again could only pull them in their pants, and finally they were frozen and half dead. No kidding. Volunteers have encountered this situation in large numbers, which is very tricky.

Because there is no place to shelter from the wind and cold, and there is no warm and comfortable house to rest, coupled with the need to take care of the wounded and sick, these 800-plus US troops are all desperate.

However, Colonel Pooler did not easily lose his will to continue fighting, and he strove to encourage his subordinates to continuously boost morale and strive to unite these more than 800 people.

His Excellency Colonel is now thinking of organizing a counterattack, which is said to be from the will of Commander MacArthur. The volunteer army can survive and fight in the wild, and he feels that he should be able to. Not to mention the shame of scrubbing and defeating, anyway ... let's get something to eat.

Close to the ancient soil, Colonel Pooler did not dare to continue, he raised a telescope on a hill to observe the road under the mountain. What surprised him was that the road was so busy and extremely lively.

"This group of yellow monkeys actually organized a large number of cars for transportation?" Colonel Pooler realized that this was a vehicle seized from the ancient soil. He was surprised that the enemy could use these vehicles so quickly. "Where are they so many? driver?"

The efficiency of maneuvering by vehicle on the road is much higher than human walking, and Colonel Pooler is well aware of this. He saw a lot of cars pulling soldiers from the north, and they saw a lot of ancient soil returning to the north, which was a big trouble.

"Informed the division of Xiali, the army pulled at least six howitzers and twelve heavy mortars to attack them." Colonel Pooler knew he would be scolded by his colleagues for sending this message because of these heavy weapons. It was lost in his hands.

Continue to observe that Colonel Pooler found that at least 3,000 volunteer soldiers had been gathered in the ancient soil. These people rearmed with the materials stored in the ancient soil. Guns, clothes, and food could multiply the fighting strength of these enemies struggling in the bitter cold.

"Dammit!" The more Colonel Pooler looked at, the more he lost heart. This feng shui takes turns. In the past, the U.S. military had powerful firepower and abundant supplies. But now it is his turn to take a stubborn soldier to defeat the wind and fart in the wild, and live miserably.

Considering that the only heavy weapon in his hand was a few sixty small mortars, Colonel Pooler could only grit his teeth and lower his attack target to return to the old nest. It was impossible to destroy the ammunition depot in the old nest. The ammunition must never be left to the enemy.

"I need a group of brave marines to take part in the next battle." Colonel Pooler summoned the officers under his command. Someone really wanted to fight for the honor of the Marines. There are still many warriors in the 'Fourth Class' who dare to sacrifice.

More than three hundred soldiers in better condition were called up. Colonel Pooler appointed a major as commander of the commando and asked him to plunge into the ancient soil and blow up the transport company warehouse that stores ammunition. , And bring the rest to meet you outside. "

In the immediate situation, the task of fighting into the ancient soil is equivalent to self-sacrifice. The major Marines who could be selected and saluted, said in a tragic tone: "Marine, always loyal."

set off!

More than three hundred American troops approached the ancient soil. They did not want to make any effort to occupy the hills around the river beach. It would not be the best choice to take too long to fight, but the most direct way to launch an attack and enter the ancient soil intersection.

It ’s just that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is distressed. In order to ensure smooth transportation, the Volunteers placed a large number of sentry posts on the roads they controlled. The assaulted Marines were shrouded in shimmering flares as soon as they approached, and the two sides began to exchange fire.

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"Howling tank support, banging out these **** Americans." A volunteer platoon leader guarding the road grabbed a Motorola walkie-talkie that he had just learned to use and shouted in an excited tone. In the past, when confronted with enemy raids, I could only hold on to it, but shouted that the tank would support it for the first time.

Now that shouts out, I feel really happy!

The tanks in the ancient soil came quickly, and a lighter "Sherman" flew out. On the turret stood a short-trained 'cainiao' commander, shouting with a telescope: "300 meters ahead, cluster targets, one grenade shot."

The gunner inside the car was under the guidance of Zhou Qingfeng's men. After turning the turret to find the target, he immediately blasted five or six rounds of bombs. The machine gun in front of the car is even more endless, and a hundred-hundred rounds of bullets were used to finish it.

This kind of firepower crit, refreshing!

This was a machine gun and a cannon again. Ping-pong-pong banged, and a battalion-level charge on the opposite side was repelled. Lack of anti-tank weapons, no matter how brave the marines did not want to go up to bomb the tank.

Volunteer tanks even stopped at the roadside, chasing retreating enemies with artillery and continued to fight. Volunteer fighters in charge of road defense are all pleasantly surprised, this battle is easy and comfortable!

Colonel Pooler, who was still thinking about coping, was sitting on the wax. The volunteers in his memory did not respond so quickly and did not have such a strong firepower. But the situation in front of him ..., he could only sigh, "We try our best, don't let the boys die in vain, and make them retreat."

His Excellency Colonel let the assault Marines retreat in preparation for future battles. However, the Marine Corps Major who had previously vowed to ‘forever be loyal’ did not return. He was chased by tank artillery and machine gun for more than 100 meters. He simply led his team to surrender!

This time, there is no need to die in vain. rw