The Annihilation of the 8th Cavalry Regiment's 12th Battalion

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  As we started to head south along the highway with the main force, the reconnaissance company was left behind with 2 57mm recoilless guns and quietly hid in a small hill not far away, preparing to ambush the enemy at Yunshan Bridge when our follow-up attacking troops arrived.

  Looking at the distant *** transparently beautiful Eighth Cavalry Regiment's third battalion headquarters, with busy officers and soldiers coming in and out, four M26s were parked at the entrance. After discussing with Feng Gui, it was decided that he would lead a company to pretend to be the pseudo-first division's liaison personnel, see if they could mix in, and then attack and annihilate the enemy's headquarters from inside and outside.

  And our tank with the observation equipment was destroyed, stopped next to those four tanks. If there's no one inside, seize it; if there are people, throw hand grenades into the hatch, even if the tank is damaged and can't be used, don't let the enemy use it either.

  Feng Gui arrived at the entrance of the camp with a dozen officers and over 100 soldiers. He gave the sentry an American-style military salute, and the sentry was taken aback by the young pseudo-military lieutenant colonel. Feng Gui said to the sentry in fluent English, "Please call your Colonel Ormond and tell him that the Deputy Director of Operations of the First Division of the Republic of Korea Army has come to discuss joint combat operations." "Yes"

  When they arrived at the US military camp, busy, non-stop typing sounds of typewriters, running footsteps in American-style combat boots. Major Ormond asked them to sit down, then the guards brought them coffee. Then Fong Wei smiled and turned around, took a pistol from the adjutant's hand behind him, shot Major Ormond's head with one shot, threw out two submachine guns, took one himself, and swept towards the stunned US military clerks and officers. Then the officers and soldiers outside pulled out their guns and fired at the enemy in the building and courtyard.

  The tracers shot in the dark night sky were really beautiful, and the explosive fragmentation grenades that burst from time to time turned the US military's camp into a mess. The three-day mechanized forced march made the scattered US troops around the camp still dreaming, when suddenly explosions and gunfire broke out, making them dazed and confused, then the tent was pulled open, and several sweet potato hand grenades were thrown in, and most people entered heaven while still dreaming.

  A dozen or so disheveled US military personnel rushed towards the tanks beside the camp, several soldiers hammering on the hatch to see if there was anyone inside. They looked up and saw them, and a dozen or so guns fired a burst of gunfire at the approaching US troops.

  At once, the enemy soldiers were either knocked down or crouched on the ground, wailing and screaming incessantly. Then, under Dog Wa's command, they opened the hatches one after another, crawled inside, or began to operate the heavy machine guns on top of the turret. Before long, the tanks roared to life and headed towards the barracks, with the intense fire from the heavy machine guns suppressing the US military who were still resisting inside the building. As our troops withdrew, the 90mm M3 cannon reduced the building to a skeleton, leaving only some steel-reinforced concrete frames.

  The enemy's L and K troops rushed to support the command post, but were instantly knocked down by our army hiding in individual foxholes on a small hill. The enemy's vanguard was blown up by electrically detonated mines with steel fragments, turning them into sieves. Small holes all over their bodies kept bleeding, convulsing until the last drop of blood flowed out.

  More than 400 US troops who arrived in a hurry now have less than 300 people left. Lying on the ground and firing at our army. However, the mortar shells that exploded continuously around them, flying high-speed shrapnel, also caused the enemy to lose dozens of people. Lieutenant Colonel Lake cursed "Damn it, this is simply premeditated slaughter". The enemy retreated regardless of the rain of bullets.

  The US troops retreated to "Camel's Nose" and immediately began building fortifications. Two US tanks and two platoons of M Company arrived in a hurry, and more than 50 people from the 2nd Battalion hiding in the mountains joined in, as well as some scattered US troops.

  They then built circular fortifications and trenches around the two tanks as firepower points, with two groups of fortifications covering each other's firing angles. There were still six officers and more than 200 soldiers who could hold guns, including some of the over 170 wounded, and there was not much ammunition left, with more than half of the base number remaining.

  Two tanks did not bring armor-piercing shells for patrol, and in their view, the backward infantry company could not use armor-piercing shells at all. So each of them only brought 57 rounds of howitzer shells and shrapnel, mortars and rocket launchers were less than half of the quota, with only 14 rounds per mortar and two rounds for rocket launchers.

  Layek vowed that the reinforcements and air force coming tomorrow would blow to pieces the enemy ambushing tonight. Thus, the desperate US military still had a glimmer of hope, and their desire to escape made them pin their hopes on the reinforcements and air force arriving tomorrow.

  The US troops in the parking lot had a nightmare experience, when they heard gunfire and explosions from the battalion headquarters, they started their cars, loaded three platoons to support, the leading vehicle just left the parking lot, then was hit by a 57mm shell.

  The gasoline from the vehicle splashed onto the car and the second vehicle behind it. The US soldiers, dressed in winter gear, tried to brush off the flames on their bodies. One by one, they rolled around on the ground, screaming in agony as the fire burned them into human charcoal due to the special antifreeze additive in the gasoline making it difficult to extinguish.

  Machine gun fire and mortar shells rained down on the densely packed American troops, cutting them down in swathes. As the Americans leapt from their vehicles to return fire, the sound of tank tracks grew louder. The Americans seemed to have heard the music of heaven as the tanks approached within 500 meters, but when they were hit by canister shots, they couldn't believe that their own tanks were firing on them. Nevertheless, the shells sent them straight to hell.

  When the sporadic gunfire and cannon fire disappeared, the 3rd Battalion of the US 8th Cavalry Regiment, with over 800 men, was left with only over 350 men in the encirclement. Due to the lack of lighting equipment and not daring to turn on the tank headlights for fear of becoming a target for our artillery, more than 150 men from the assault battalion lay in ambush in three directions at a distance of over 100 meters from the enemy's position, with their guns, bayonets, and faces all smeared with black mud.

  Moreover, the abdomen and head are at a certain distance from the ground (the shockwave of the howitzer and shells will injure people close to the ground, especially the internal organs in the abdomen). The tank stopped 3000 meters away, using indirect fire, the mortar was at 1000 meters, and the howitzer was more than 700 meters away from the enemy's position, all aiming at the enemy's position.

  The distant sound of gunfire, and the surrounding silence kept the enemy awake. It was too quiet, and anything out of the ordinary was suspicious. At 2:30, our firepower began to start, and the shells whizzing down from the sky made some old soldiers rush into the air raid shelters. Some slow-reacting new recruits were running around in confusion, and were killed by the flying shrapnel.

  The enemy tank was the focus of our army's attack. When a shell accurately hit the top of the tank, there was a loud "bang" sound. The thin 20mm steel plate on the turret top was shattered by the shockwave. The internal explosion of the vehicle body blasted the tens of tons of the turret into the sky, and then it fell heavily to the ground, crushing the hearts of the US military.

  Another tank crew rushed out from inside, regardless of the hatch being hit by a hail of bullets. Ten minutes of shelling destroyed most of the enemy's firepower and caused heavy casualties, especially among the dozens of people hiding in shelters who were blown to pieces by a single howitzer shell.

  More than 200 combatants were not injured, only over 80 people. When the US military, who advocated firepower, was intimidated by the enemy's firepower, their faith collapsed. When more than 150 of our soldiers, who had been lurking for a long time, rushed into the trenches, the stunned enemy raised their hands one after another.

  The Decisive Battle of Korea: The Complete Works Chapter 12 The Annihilation of the Eighth Cavalry Regiment