War is not just a contest of equipment and morale, but also a contest of who makes fewer mistakes. Writing, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info people make mistakes, and the complex battlefield environment will magnify small mistakes infinitely. In the Battle of Changjin Lake, the two sides made countless mistakes, big and small.

When the Volunteers tried to encircle and annihilate the 1st Marine Division, the task of its 60th Division was to intercept the enemy's escape from the south to the north. Zhou Qingfeng's tank platoon is one of the squatting pits.

And in order to open up this road, the American army in Gutuli organized a reinforcement of about 1,000 people. Because the commander was Lieutenant Colonel Drysdale of the 41st Detachment of the British Army, this support was also called the 'Drysdale Detachment'.

This is a fairly powerful detachment with almost thirty tanks, more than one hundred and forty vehicles, and a large number of aviation and artillery support. When it launched an attack to the north, it engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with three regiments of the 60th Division. The detachment was quite confident that it would be able to break through.

Truth be told, both sides are a bit silly!

And now what is good is that because of the flapping wings of Zhou Qingfeng, a little butterfly, the infantry of the 'Drysdale' detachment set off a day earlier. Just after he disrupted the American positions in Gutuli, behind his ass were some armored vehicles and infantry attached to this detachment.

In order to stop this detachment from reinforcing the 1st Marine Division in the encirclement, the 60th Division of the Volunteer Army paid a great price. After all, tanks are not so easy to deal with, and the US Marine Corps is still very combat-effective.

And in the early morning of the 30th, because of the anger of the commander of the American forces in Gutuli, Colonel Poehler, the armored detachment attached to the 'Drysdale Detachment' was ordered to set off immediately, to catch up with the infantry of the detachment that was exchanging fire with the Volunteer Army, and to kill the abominable night raiders who had escaped.

This armored detachment consisted of seventeen tanks, more than fifty armored vehicles and trucks, and more than three hundred accompanying infantry, which was equivalent to an armored battalion with powerful firepower. And now, when this temporarily attached armored battalion was running away with Zhou Qingfeng, it ran head-on into the 'Teletubbies' who came to the rescue.

IS-7, the last swan song of 'Stalin' Chongtan, is also the most powerful. After being continuously strengthened by Zhou Qingfeng's heroic spending money, it has become a Tyrannosaurus rex-level existence on land.

However, due to the several conspicuous radio antennas erected on the round turret, the 'IS-7' was nicknamed 'Teletubbies' by Zhou Qingfeng. However, this baby's temper is not very good!

Seeing his trump card appear on the battlefield, Zhou Qingfeng, who was panting, hurriedly ran a few steps forward. The hatch of the 'IS-7' turret also opened, and the platoon deputy in charge of staying behind poked his head out and shouted, "Platoon commander, I have found you!" ”

"Don't say anything, I'm chasing the Yankee's tank behind my ass." Zhou Qingfeng, who was already soft-handed and soft-footed, was pulled onto the turret, and with confidence, he immediately scolded: "Grandma is a bear, chasing Lao Tzu to death or life, I have to take revenge." ”

The reinforced 'IS-7' has added facilities for the severe cold climate, and the platoon deputy knew that Zhou Qingfeng was tired and hungry when he looked at him, so he hurriedly handed him hot water and food.

The heating inside the tank was turned on, and Zhou Qingfeng, who was sitting in the commander's position, did not wait for his breath to calm down, and while eating and drinking, he leaned in front of the commander's mirror to observe, and at the same time asked the platoon lieutenant: "How many people did you bring here?" ”

"That's it." The platoon deputy smiled awkwardly.

"What?" Zhou Qingfeng was stunned.

The platoon deputy explained: "Platoon commander, you stole too little diesel, so I filled each tank with a barrel, and then hurried out to save you." I disobeyed the military order for this, and I will be criticized when I go back. ”

", one is just one, is Lao Tzu still afraid? As long as you can defeat the enemy, criticism will turn into a reward. Zhou Qingfeng's eyes looked around in the mirror, and he found that the white fog in the early morning was still relatively thick, and it would not disperse for a while and a half.

"There is fog, artillery observers in the rear of the enemy cannot see us, the visual distance is limited to three or four hundred meters, just in time for a tank battle. Lao Tzu wants to kill it, and leave no piece of armor behind! ”

Even after eating a few boxes of canned food, Zhou Qingfeng's courage also followed. He viciously ordered: "Get off the road, the infrared night vision device is turned on at full power, and the enemy is right in front of us." ”

Although the old-fashioned infrared night vision device has a detection distance of five or six hundred meters, infrared rays can penetrate rain and fog and can also be used during the day. Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng was willing to spend the money, and the caliber and power of the night vision device installed on his tank were particularly large, and the field of view was extremely wide.

With Zhou Qingfeng's order, the steel behemoth of more than sixty tons began to deflect the hull. This obviously extremely powerful Tyrannosaurus rex hid on the side of the road in an extremely obscene manner, its 130 mm caliber cannon facing the front of the road, waiting for its prey to be caught.

"I was loaded with six sub-caliber armor-piercing shells on the loader's bomb delivery rack." Zhou Qingfeng chewed on the jerky and ordered, and the loader in the car immediately put six shells with sharp bullets on the semi-automatic loader.

"Fire control is on, and the target is found directly ahead. Ranging, 550 meters, crosswind four. Zhou Qingfeng, as the commander, began to indicate the target to the platoon deputy who acted as the artillery commander. In his periscope, there have been a continuous appearance of American tanks.

The armored detachment of 'Drysdale' was still driving more carefully and not at a fast pace. After all, they had just lost a 'Pershing' not long ago, and the accompanying infantry who got off the car protected the two wings of the tank and pushed forward with extreme caution.

Waiting for the silhouettes of six obvious tanks to appear in the white mist, Zhou Qingfeng shouted unceremoniously with a cruel smile: "First hit the last one to cut off their rear road, and then shoot forward in turn, fire!" ”

...... boom, the 130-millimeter cannon let out an earth-shattering roar, and the furious fire sprayed out like a knife to kill a chicken. In the scorching flames, the sub-caliber armor-piercing projectile flew over a distance of five or six hundred meters in an instant, hitting the sixth in the US tank queue.

This is also a 'Pershing', although it is no longer the world's most advanced tank, but its performance cannot be underestimated, but the US military was carefully built for it back then, and had high hopes. In front of its 90-millimeter main gun and more than 100-millimeter main armor, the infantry of the Volunteer Army broke their heads and bled blood.

However, all this was slag in front of the main guns of a hundred and thirty mm caliber. With a single hit, Pershing's armor was as fragile as a piece of paper, and the armor-piercing warhead easily penetrated its frontal main armor, tearing the gearbox into the car's body, and the bursting fragments instantly strangled the occupants of the car.

As if unhindered, the advancing warhead penetrated the hull and killed the occupants before entering the engine at the rear of the tank, instantly ending the surging power output and blowing the engine apart.

Although it was not detonated, the power of this shell was extremely amazing. The hit 'Pershing' was reduced to a pile of scrap metal on the spot, and the American infantry accompanying it on both sides watched as it was hit hard with a loud bang, emitting black smoke.

The IS-7's main gun roared, and the first shot was fired into the chamber by the loader, and everything seemed extremely fast. The turret turned slightly, followed by the hull of the gun and recoiled, a continuous loud bang accompanied by the crash of steel and the cry of death.

The sixth 'Pershing' was hit, then the fifth took to the sky, and the fourth followed. The commander of the third car turned his head to watch his companion explode, and he also received the fatal blow in a cry of horror and despair.

The first two tanks could not retreat, dodge, or even return fire. Their commander only heard a roar ahead, but he didn't even know where his opponent was.

After six quick and efficient bursts of fire, the accompanying infantry lying on both sides of the road found themselves surrounded by cracked shrapnel and twisted parts, and the tank they were trying to protect had become six piles of smoking steel coffins.

And the slaughter has just begun!