Chapter 69: The Fierce Tiger Descends from the Mountain and Roars at the River

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  The US troops were advancing cautiously, when suddenly there was a snapping sound from under their feet. It turned out that a dry branch had been stepped on and broken, but the well-trained US soldiers immediately dropped to the ground, loaded their guns and aimed at any possible location where the enemy might appear, and quickly covered themselves with leaves.

  In the quiet depths of the forest, only the sound of wind whistling through the trees could be heard. After confirming it was a false alarm, Major Greem, the leader, let out a clear bird call. The US military, who had received the all-clear, quickly got up and formed an attack formation, continuing to advance towards their predetermined target.

  In the bunker, Pan Taishao carefully watched the US military not far away. After entering the predetermined ambush point, he smiled and pressed the button of the electric detonator in his hand. A dull roar erupted among the US military, and the flying limbs and fluttering leaves enveloped the US military in a bloody and dark atmosphere.

  The machine gunner in the inverted triangular fortification, who received the signal to open fire, poured a dense rain of bullets into the US military. The precisely calculated trajectory was not affected by the obstruction of the line of sight and accurately poured into the midst of the US military. Even if many US soldiers were knocked down by the blast wave, how could this classic fortification of the PLA, which can eliminate 40 or 50 people with just three men, have failed to anticipate such a situation?

  A hail of 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets, like six iron plows constantly turning over the soil around the US troops, occasionally accompanied by the "popping" sound of bullets entering flesh. Bullet after bullet took away bowl-sized chunks of meat from the soldiers' bodies. The US troops immediately suffered heavy casualties.

  Although the well-trained US military quickly got out of the initial chaos, smoke grenades were thrown out to cover their figures, and rocket launchers quickly took down Bakhuz. With a loud bang, a red-and-white hot flow spewed out from the hole blown out from behind the steel helmet, and the body of the rocket launcher who had just poked his head out to fire quickly went limp and fell lightly on the layers of dry leaves.

  Graeme quickly reacted that he was ambushed and surrounded, the dense hail of bullets left soldiers with nowhere to hide in this open terrain, six machine guns from three different directions turned trees that could have provided cover into coffins, plus occasional sniper fire, the US military was literally unable to go up to heaven or down to earth.

  With the help of the explosion's flames, Gremm suddenly saw through his dim vision that a group of black hand grenades were flying in the sky. Gremm shouted for everyone to take cover, there are hand grenades! But how could Pan Taizhao let him down? He temporarily added two or three seconds to his timing, and the sixty-four small watermelon-like shells exploded in mid-air, showering the American troops with a rain of death, leaving them blood-soaked.

  The heavily wounded US military firepower quickly weakened, although the men under him were all experienced World War II veterans, but such a sudden attack left them unprepared and unable to exert their combat effectiveness.

  The old soldiers continued to use the accurate shooting of Garand to suppress the enemy's firepower, giving the enemy a color, but the sniper and his M1903 Springfield rifle were destroyed in the initial explosion, otherwise they would have given the enemy some good fruit to taste.

  But Grem also deeply knew that the US military was at a disadvantage in both manpower and firepower, and the enemy's combat power and firepower were even stronger than their own. As time went on, this disadvantage would only become more apparent!

  The intense firepower from the Chinese side suddenly stopped, and the stunned US military, not wanting to waste ammunition, also had to stop firing. The battlefield, which had suddenly fallen silent, was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the cries of wounded American soldiers. Watching their comrades' wails beside them, several American soldiers couldn't help but move forward to help them bandage their wounds. Gruen calmly watched their actions without stopping them, and the Chinese army also did not conduct suppressive fire.

  The constantly flowing fresh blood stained layer upon layer of thick gauze, the soldiers' pale faces, biting their teeth tightly, frowning, trying not to make a sound in front of the officer, but looking at this scene, Greem was even more heartbroken.

  A dozen or so remaining mobile soldiers quickly gathered around, tightly surrounding their own officers. Greim pulled out his pistol and placed it beside him, saying to the other soldier-officers, "If I'm also wounded later and can't move, you use this to send me to see God!"

  As other soldiers and officers turned to look at him in surprise, Greim just smiled, recalling that afternoon when the German Brandenburg troops had surrounded them in a small house, and their commander had also said this to him, but with an additional sentence "The cavalry also has the honor of knights!"

  At this time, Pan Taosheng stood in front of a huge loudspeaker in the bunker opposite, speaking fluent English loudly: "Opposite US military officers and soldiers, your resistance is very brave and tenacious, it reflects your past and present glory. However, you are now surrounded, heavily casualties, out of ammunition, you can surrender with honor and dignity."

  In fact, the war can be over for you. I swear on behalf of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army that you will receive the treatment you deserve, and the wounded will receive good medical care.

  "Don't forget you have wives, children and parents, a beautiful home! Surrender now, surrender and you can return home after the war ends. Many of your comrades will never be able to go back! Their remains also need you to bring them back! We'll wait for ten minutes, awaiting good news!"

  "Hey, you're really something! How come you know so many Japanese words!" Li Dashi said with a smile. Pan Taizhao handed Li Dashi a cigarette and said, "Actually, back when we were still in the country, we were all required to learn English and Korean, but I just happened to be better at it. Later on, after the troops suffered casualties and were replenished and expanded, there were fewer people who knew English!"

  Li Daishi looked at Pan Taizhao with a puzzled expression and said, "Do you think the Americans will surrender? What if they break out?" Pan Taizhao patted Li Daishi's shoulder and smiled, saying, "They will. We're not afraid either. Even if all 70-odd of them come at us together, I'm not afraid."

  "But Americans don't have the spirit of fighting to the death, they will surrender soon!"

  In no time, a dozen or so soldiers under Gram's command, holding guns, slowly raised their hands and walked out. And Gram quietly lay down with his soldiers, just as he often said, my life was saved by my comrades, I will return it to them sooner or later!