After more than a dozen soldiers died, Major Fleming realized that it was not safe to turn off the lights and lights in the dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Several platoons under his command kept reporting attacks in the woods on both sides of the road.

"The attacker was covered in blood, and he killed three of my soldiers with a bayonet."

"He came close to us silently every time, and now all my men are hiding in the woods, not daring to breathe loudly. That guy can tell where we are with just a little sound. ”

"Major, turn on the lights. Without lighting, our soldiers were in extreme fear. ”

Officers at the platoon level kept sending reports that the devil in the dark was attacking only one target at a time, but each time it happened in a different direction. No one knows exactly how many attackers were hiding in the dark, and now that the ban on lights out has been scrapped, no one wants to die.

"Hell, if the enemy had a mortar, they could kill you idiots." Major Fleming was really angry. In such a dark night, isn't it clear that the enemy will come and attack him quickly?

But when the American major rushed to ask the soldiers to turn off flashlights and other lights, he also saw several corpses dragged out of the woods.

cut his throat with a knife, and his death was extremely miserable.

The slain soldier apparently struggled desperately before he died, but was killed without giving his companion any warning. Their final distorted expressions all show the horror of death.

"Damn, who's attacking us?" Major Fleming couldn't help but be scared, and he simply hid in a 'Greyhound' armored reconnaissance vehicle and used the armor of the hull to protect himself. The headlights in front of the car bring great comfort.

Where there is light, the devil should not dare to appear.

Soon the lights of the entire convoy came on, and the officers, realizing that their position was dangerous, hurriedly started the vehicle and wanted to leave. They must get rid of the entanglement and look for a place without shelter and a good view, which will give full play to the advantages of troops and firepower.

"Damn bastard, you get me out." Major Fleming personally controls the Greyhound's guns, with the turret aimed at the side of the road, ready to fire.

The mountainous terrain of northern Korea is accompanied by dense forests, and the headlights of the cars shine on the trees on the roadside, creating various shakings of light and shadow, but it is also difficult to see the scene in the trees. Everyone's spirits were so high that instead of moving forward at all, they began to turn around and retreat.

If the road is unstable, he will rush forward, such a stupid thing Major Fleming will not do. He already understands that he has met an opponent, and the CCP army may be setting a trap waiting for him.

After all, the current battlefield environment is complicated, and the Nanbang army is no longer able to form a tight defensive line, and the attack on the regimental supply station shows that there are many loopholes on the battlefield that can be exploited. At this moment, Major Fleming couldn't help but regret a little -- if he had known that the Chinese communist army would attack on a large scale, he should not have left the main force too far.

The back team changed to the front team, and the first twist was run. The Nanbang company wanted to find a suitable place to build a strong position, and everyone felt that maybe they should wait until dawn to find the regimental supply station, hoping that the supplies would still be there at that time.

But the rear team ran out for less than 200 meters, and there was a loud bang. An explosion occurred in one of the lead troop trucks. As in the previous attack, the body of the car was blown up and caught on fire, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

"Damn, that's a big problem." The moment Major Fleming saw the flames, his heart immediately fell like a lump of lead. He didn't move forward because he was afraid that there was an ambush ahead, but now he found himself really underestimating the attackers in the dark.

That cunning guy actually planted at least two mines. He let the convoy pass through the first minefield and then detonated the second mine. It was only when Major Fleming realized that something was wrong and wanted to run that the first minefield was detonated, and the entire convoy was trapped.

"The situation is critical, we have to get out of here." Major Fleming's forehead began to sweat, and he now really regretted that he had come out too recklessly, and stupidly crashed into the enemy's ambush.

Hearing the major say 'leave', the driver of the M8 'Greyhound' immediately drove into the burning wreckage of the truck. At this time, only seven or eight tons of armored reconnaissance vehicles can push the wreckage away and create an escape route for the convoy.

The machine guns and turrets on the Greyhound were firing, and Major Fleming himself operated the guns, firing at the dark woods on both sides of the road. He knew it wouldn't do much, but a sound was better than nothing.

Watching his boss fire, the soldiers below kept shooting and emboldened. But as Major Fleming blasted out a few 37-millimeter shells, he suddenly felt a warm liquid splash on his head, face, and neck.

With a thud, the machine gunner standing on the open turret fell and fell into the turret. Major Fleming wiped the blood from his face, and by the light in the turret, he could see that the Heavy was missing half of his neck, apparently having been shot.

The Heavy was not dead, his hands covering the wound on his neck, his eyes staring at Major Fleming, who was close at hand, and he was speechless with blood blisters in his mouth. Blood spurted outward from the slit in his neck, emerging from the gap between his fingers, and quickly soaked him.

"Who the hell is this attacking us?" Major Fleming was both disgusted and deeply frightened. He shouted to the driver, "For God's sake, get out of this place quickly." ”

The M8 'Greyhound' slammed into the wreckage of the blown up truck at full speed, pushing it to the side of the road. But after a few runs, the driver was stunned and found that he couldn't see anything in front of him, and he suddenly exclaimed: "Our headlights are broken, and someone knocked out our headlights." ”

Without headlights, driving in the dark mountains is looking for death. There are a lot of slopes and cliffs on the broken roads here, and if you are not careful, you will fall into them.

"Let the car behind you come up and lead the way." Major Fleming was also in a hurry, and hurriedly called a truck on the radio.

The truck had been driving for less than 100 meters when a grenade flying from the side of the road smashed open the window and threw it into the cab, then exploded in the driver's screams. The driver was blown up alive and the car could not be driven.

The entire convoy immediately opened heavy fire on the possible bombs, and Major Fleming fired a dozen shells at once. But when the manic fire stopped, the entire dark battlefield was dead silent.

Major Fleming looked out through the observation hole in the Greyhound turret and cried out, "Is that bastard who attacked us dead?" ”

Dead or not, don't you know if you try it?

Another truck was sent to lead the way as a substitute for the dead, and Major Fleming even forced dozens of soldiers to get out of the car and guard the lead car. As a result, the convoy ran more than 100 meters like a snail crawling, and a bullet came from a distance and hit the driver under the guidance of the bright lights.

Then the convoy stopped again, and Major Fleming was even more completely mad. (To be continued.) )