Rise of the Wasteland

"The command group's immediate troops accelerated their withdrawal from Yunshan City."

"Requires Colonel Mirkin's first battalion to withdraw from the battle of Miyadagawa and immediately move closer to the regiment."

"Requesting support from the division, we need the help of the Fifth Regiment to get them over quickly. Before dawn, we hope to see their tanks break through the defense."

"Well, don't panic! We haven't reached the worst point yet. The enemy just let us suffer a little loss while the night is covering us, but our main force is still there."

At the new regiment at Yunshan Temporary Airport, the Holmes Chief of Staff, who controls the eighth regiment of the US Cavalry, is calmly issuing orders. His calmness and wisdom calmed down the team members who had just learned that the trail was cut off and resumed work.

"This is really a long night!" His Excellency Chief of Staff mobilized the troops as best he could, but frowned as he looked at the map placed in the tent, and he felt that the US military would not seem to fight without air support.

"Hormes Chief of Staff." A corner of the military tent opened, and Colonel Palmer, who was a little pale, walked in from outside. "I'm glad you can come to help, or my regiment will suffer major losses."

Colonel Palmer, who had been laxative with Douding, was very frivolous. Although he got the best treatment and cultivation after he was brought down, his deeds have become a semi-public laugh of the US military, especially his regiment. Being violent.

"Colonel, I think you should go to rest now. After dawn, a transport plane will take you to Tokyo for further treatment." Holmes's chief of staff was sympathetic, and he felt like meeting Palmer himself. The colonel was afraid of death.

"Do you think I need to rest?" Colonel Palmer did have the heart to die. He found a seat in the tent and sat down, holding his forehead in one hand and whispering, "I can't leave my regiment alone, I can't abandon my subordinates. I heard the situation is bad now ... "

Holmes' chief of staff nodded in an undeniable manner, and he now had no confidence when he landed just now, and the army's night attack messed up the whole battlefield situation.

"Our opponents have rushed into Yunshan City from two directions. The troops in the city are withdrawing, but a howitzer company has lost contact. The tenth anti-aircraft artillery group was defeated and almost all of its heavy equipment was lost. I only contacted the gun. Group Command, the battalions to which it belongs are unknown.

Our multiple retreat paths were intercepted by the enemy, especially the Fifth Regiment could not approach us. Moreover, the northeast direction evacuated from Yunshan has been occupied by the enemy. Simply put, in just five or six hours, we are isolated. "

Holmes' chief of staff briefly described the current situation on the map, and Colonel Palmer felt the situation was urgent. He hurriedly said, "We must take the initiative to break through."

But the Chief of Staff shook his head and said, "No, we haven't gathered enough troops yet. There are quite a few soldiers out there, but the equipment is very scarce. I have requested reinforcements from the division and there will be an air force to help after dawn. But we It will last for about seven or eight hours. "

"No ... we can't last that long. Our opponents are different from those we have encountered before. Have you not noticed yet? Those troops are very different from the North Base Army. We have really encountered the opponent. It will lose our initiative, and it will cost us even more. "

Colonel Palmer was anxious, and he even stated that he was willing to lead a unit back to the position at Sancha. But His Excellency the Chief of Staff rejected his request. "Sorry, Palmer, now I am the eighth regiment's commander. I cannot let the boys take risks in the dark."

"Hell, you're committing a crime. War is taking risks. Shall we sit here waiting to be surrounded?"

"What about the siege? We are not convenient to attack now, but the defense is still possible. The airport's position is very strong. I have mobilized enough tanks and artillery, no matter who it is, do not want to attack. Seven hours, we absolutely insisted live."

"My God, where can you keep your faith? This is just an airport. There is no cover around it. Is there something wrong with your mind?"

Two senior officers quarreled immediately about the direction of the battle decision, one thought that no breakout was death, and the other thought that sticking to help was the king. For most American soldiers, it seems that it is safer to stay in the position by killing the enemy with the dark night.

At the other end, Zhou Qingfeng, who had an idea to fight the enemy's regiment, found that he seemed to have miscalculated the way the volunteers fought. He learned that his superior recognized his idea and realized that there would be a regular combat unit to carry out the task, but in reality he was a miscellaneous soldier.

"After the division head made a decision, he used the seized vehicles to bring together civilian and logistic personnel of the 347 and 348 regiments and logistics personnel to form a temporary combat battalion of more than 300 people. The head of the regiment personally directed. "The battalion chief of the battalion was very proud when introducing.

But what Zhou Qingfeng saw was a team of non-combatants such as cooking soldiers, repair men, regiments, and battalions. A big question mark raised in his heart, "Don't tease ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This team can fight? Can you fight against the US military armed with teeth? Don't fall apart halfway is good."

Compared with the volunteer soldiers fighting in the front line, these front-line personnel are either scholars with glasses or older men. In particular, when he saw an old soldier with a wrinkled face, he was more than fifty upon asking, and he was the one who asked for the Huotou Army from the division.

"Boy, don't look down on us. When I fought in the old man, your mother was still a daughter of Huanghua." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's expression of suspicion, the old man glared at him in disappointment.

"Master, can you still shoot?" Zhou Qingfeng was really worried about the combat effectiveness of these people. They were not like people who could fight.

"Boy, do you have one more word? When I followed the chairman's Long March, I was a good player at guns and cannons. If it wasn't for my culture and my age, how could you be in your early days?"

If the old man scolded him, if someone stopped him, he would have to compare with Zhou Qingfeng. But watching him fiddle with Lisuo Jin's cover, it seems ..., it's okay!

Alas ... this is still the old Red Army. Zhou Qingfeng had to walk away because he couldn't afford it!

And Zhou Qingfeng questioned whether the miscellaneous soldiers put together had combat effectiveness, but the deputy commander who temporarily commanded the battalion also came to question him, "Xiao Zhou, can you really open a tank and open the enemy's defense line? Can we fight this time? Success depends on whether you really have the ability. "

You guys are joking! Do n’t question anyone, do n’t you question me?

Zhou Qingfeng was also angry, he patted his chest and shouted, "I dare to set up a military order, and I can't open the gap in the enemy's airport. I'll raise my head to see you."

"Okay, the guy just has ambition." The deputy head of the old revolutionary boasted Zhou Qingfeng a few words, and then turned back and told people-the little guy was still too tender, and he gave him two words of fighting power.