Carlson has never really penetrated into the Zhu family army and cannot know too much inside story. However, he has been wandering around in China many times, but he has seen real heavy soldiers more than once, and he also knows how terrible these guys are!

In northern Shaanxi, he followed the Red Party people to learn and observe the Northwest, and saw elite teams that protected (or monitored) Sheng Shicai, those strong guys with steel shells and armed teeth, and even used a small team to rush into the infantry battle formation of a regiment. The individual soldiers' continuous combat ability is more than ten times that of ordinary soldiers.

Even if they didn't see the other party's heavy equipment, just looking at the guys they carried with them, they were like mobile arsenals and small armored vehicles, and they were also matching the entire terrain. They carried hundreds of kilograms of things around the ground. What kind of monsters would it take to play with them?

Not to mention, it appears on the battlefield more than once, and can reverse the world every time. As Zhu Bin’s personal guard, the two super warriors. It is rumored outside that these people are limited in number, but each of them has the terrible attack power of a tank, and can also be elusive and invincible all day long. You know that even if you only dispatch a squad, there will be a terrible force to change the situation in a war zone!

Of course, among some demonized rumors, these guys' combat effectiveness is almost the same as those so-called "superheroes" who have turned the United States upside down.

Carlson believed even more firmly that these were all in a group. Just think about it, hundreds of "superheroes" formed regular troops to put them into the battlefield... the result was hopeless. More than 100,000 National Guards and the entire F-Prince could not deal with more than a dozen superheroes. How powerful would a bunch of guys joining forces be!

He had no doubt that the airdrop power he faced contained all the above powerful guys. So he repeatedly reminded him, but no one listened!

To be honest, Mr. Major was a little overthinking, but it was also quite reliable. He had no passion for these ordinary soldiers who had never fought wars. He had poor equipment, and no difference between elite teams or super soldiers. He was just a death when he encountered them!

His head was chaotic by the screams and the panic shouts before his death. Carlson took a deep breath and called Major General Smith directly: "General! Please remind other troops that what we are going to deal with is not ordinary soldiers, but a group of elite soldiers selected from hundreds of millions of Chinese people and five million troops! Their equipment is rare and powerful. Be careful and be wary! The unnecessary casualties are too great!"

Major General Smith could not hear it! He himself was a dead tough guy who firmly looked down on the Chinese and even the entire yellow people! He even did not absolutely vaguely his discriminatory attitude in public, and even issued a declaration that "only the dead Chinese are the best Chinese", and was called "crazy Holland" by the military, not without reason.

If it weren't for Carlson's rare official who had been to China and had an understanding of the situation, Smith would have wanted to rush over and kick the guy in the ass, kick him across the Pacific Ocean and go back to the United States!

On the phone, Smith scolded very unhappily: "Major! Pay attention to your identity and keep your responsibilities! Other strategic considerations are not something you should care about, and there is no need to let the generals follow the ridiculous views of you, a little guy! That's it!"

"Bang" smashed the phone, and the major general sneered: "I don't know what the so-called idiots are! I don't know whether Chinese guys are easy to deal with? But they are not as terrible as hell devils! They are simply shaking the morale of the army. After killing these hateful Chinese people, settle the score with him!"

The officers were worried about it. They had too many personal ideas and were so ugly that they were so stubborn!

At this time, other contraction troops also began to exchange fire with the parachute elite team! Major General Smith was excitedly waiting for the good news to come, but the result was that radios followed one after another, and all screamed in panic!

"Oh! God! What did I see?!"

"Damn it! How could they carry cannons with them! Or fired continuously!"

"Captain! We can't stop him...ah! Shit! He can actually jump higher than a tree!"

"What is that! A knife. Jesus Christ blesses you, sure that is not a door panel?!"

"Damn it! How could it be that even grenades are useless?! I need 'Bazuka' here! No! Two! The more the better!"

"Mortar! Fire! Blow quickly, we can't hold on..."

Chaos! Chaos! In order to ensure control of the entire division and the entire battlefield, the domineering Smith opened a bunch of radio stations in the command center to receive step-by-step phone communications from the lower level. He thought about hearing a series of exciting successes, but he didn't expect it to be like this!

It shouldn't be!

Major General Smith grabbed the microphone and shouted at the three infantry regiments and other search units: "What the hell is it all?! Have you all been damn it?!"

The regiment commanders and battalions in front of them were more than just ghosts. They thought they were dreaming! One by one, they were almost collapsed. "General! We read that rightly, those terrible paratroopers were attacking! They used less than a squad of troops to launch a frontal impact on one of our battalions!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Kill them all!" Smith roared. Do you still need me to teach you this temporarily?

"But! We can't stop them at all! We can't hit them at all! Even the tanks can't stop them. Their speed is too fast and their firepower is too fierce!"

"That's impossible! I will never believe it!"

Smith threw off the phone and walked back and forth quickly in the command center anxiously. The tornado in his mind passed countless broken intelligence passages. The more he thought about it, the more he felt, as if he was in a fog!

How did things turn out like this? What about the large-scale beach landing? What about the airborne troops that were supposed to arrive? Where did the fleets of fucking death go? Could it be that they really use these little soldiers to attack the impure Oahu Island? The Chinese must be crazy!

If they weren't crazy, then the soldiers on the front line were crazy? Even if they were all stupid, then the company commanders, battalion commanders, and even colonel commanders would have cramped in their brains! Or, the Chinese would use magic to hypnotize them collectively?

absurd!

Smith decided to wait and see, but he didn't believe that there would be such an offensive move in the world.

He has participated in and personally formulated many deductions of landing battles for beach rushing. It was originally planned by the US military to kill the Chinese Navy with a storm, or while killing them, launching landing battles against Ryukyu, Taiwan, Hainan and even China.

These include the vanguard's airborne blossoming, the expansion of coastal ship guns, and the air bombing and sweeping. Hundreds of landing crafts led thousands of troops to the beach and rushed to the beach with thousands of horses, and they were invincible, swaying and decisive... Across the three-dimensional cross-attack in all directions. Without exception, they are all large formations, big moves, and big scenes!

Even the most dangerous airborne must be based on divisions. Thousands of aircraft can be guaranteed at one time. The total number of only a thousand people alone is just a joke. Is this a joke? It is purely to waste the precious lives of soldiers, so it is necessary to go to the military court!

So Smith firmly disbelief. He would rather believe that it was the rookies on the battlefield who suddenly encountered powerful elite soldiers and panicked reactions. When they got used to it, it should be fine.

Thoughts are rare rational and logical, but the real situation is far worse than what the Major General heard!

The worst firepower of the elite troops with more than one thousand parachutes is the high-power pistol! It is not a 9mm regular loader, but a revised M1911 Browning of the double-row magazine! Basically, one shot passed, and a strong soldier was knocked down.

The main weapon, the largest 6mm assault rifle, each person carries a number of bullets, not a conventional lightweight 150 rounds, nor a base of 300 rounds, but a perverted 3,000 rounds! You're right, it's such a terrible number!

The photobullets are nearly forty kilograms. With the magazine, even if they use light synthetic materials, the total total is more than fifty kilograms!

Everyone carries with them, except for the 30-round magazines that were inserted into the carriage that were in the beginning of the encounter. The large backpacks were stuffed with 50-round single-ball drums, or 100-round double-ball drums!

Each person carries more than thirty grenades! They bring individual bazooka and three rockets, several grenades, and surprisingly cold weapons. They can't stand the full defense armor that can withstand the 12.7mm heavy machine gun armor-piercing bullets, individual tactical radio stations and battlefield coordination systems, night vision equipment... they are definitely mobile fortresses!

As for the guy who is the firepower player, in addition to general-purpose machine guns, some people even carry 12.7mm shellless heavy machine guns! Even if they lose weight, they still weigh more than 30 kilograms. Plus a box-type ammunition supply tool of 1,000 rounds, which is simply a mobile infantry combat vehicle!

As for the perverted things that carry 30mm individual guns and split 105mm rocket launchers, there is no need to mention. Within 12.7mm anti-equipment heavy snipers, the US military's tanks cannot rush up within a thousand meters. Within 500 meters, no matter how many people there are, it is useless. When they get close to each other... they can't even withstand the opponent's fists! One by one, the killing weapons are like bulldozers when they hit!

The flexible team charges like more than a thousand all-terrain infantry fighting vehicles. How can the US army, which is just equipped with simple individual weapons, stop it!

The Kaannai Ridge War Zone, with mountains and jungles and undulating grasslands, is simply a natural pasture for them to be unscrupulous! The US military rushed out of the hidden place, regardless of the number of personnel in a team, did not even think of anyone or any equipment. They packed up their weapons and immediately fired crazy on the same side like tigers entering the flock of sheep, dropped bombs wildly, laughed wildly, killed bloody killing, and impact!

Once you meet, the US military collapses on its entire line!

Three infantry regiments and an independent battalion took the lead, and was caught off guard and killed more than 500 people. In just a few minutes, more than 1,000 people were killed and injured. After a quarter of an hour, most of the vanguard troops were wiped out. As soon as the light tanks that were pressing out sporadically, they were blown into scrap iron by individual sniper guns or rocket launchers! Some of them were even shot!

The vanguard was killed and injured! Hundreds of positions were destroyed! More than a dozen tanks were killed! More than a dozen cannons fell into the enemy and were blown up! Three or four Tibetan soldiers' caves were blasted and collapsed! The entire line was retreated for one kilometer, and even an infantry regiment command was captured!

A series of bad news rushed into the command center of the Second Division like a wind. Major General Smith seemed to be a fantasy. He widened his eyes in disbelief and yelled at the opposite side of the phone: "What the hell are you kidding! I don't want to hear these damn lies! Are you sure you are not dealing with a group of airborne soldiers, but damn aliens?! Or are those annoying super thugs who have joined the Chinese and helped them attack us?!"

If the Major General had watched future science fiction films, he would have added a prehistoric monster - Tyrannosaurus Rex. Of course, it could also be replaced by Godzilla. In short, it could never be a human! Airborne soldiers! Damn it, they are all poor boys who only carry a small amount of light weapons and a small number of ammunition. How could they be so crazy!

The major opposite was also relatively straightforward, and directly extended the microphone of the walkie-talkie out of the cover and headed towards the battlefield where smoke was rolling in front of him: "General, listen to this sound yourself!"

Smith immediately heard it. It was like a hundred heavy machine guns roaring like a fire-crowding explosion, like the explosion of a battalion of mortars, the panic-screaming shouts and screams of hundreds of people--definitely in English accents! As well as the launch of various heavy weapons, including the sharp roar of rockets passing by low altitude, the dull explosion of tank guns when they were fired, the clanging collision of steel fragments, and the blast of the explosion fire blew through the bushes and the bushfires, and the violent thunderbolt blasts!

For a moment, he mistakenly thought that the battlefield on the other side was not fighting against the enemy with the dead of 100 enemies, but that more than 10,000 people from one of his divisions were fighting for positions with the same number of enemies! It was also a large number of tanks and cannon bodies involved! Otherwise, how could there be any movement of grenade explosions of at least 105mm? There are still piles of them!

The Major General did not see that the poor major, and the group of terrible opponents, actually held the thick and terrible rocket launcher directly in his arms, resisted on his shoulders, and fired the rockets!

Some even threw the bare shells directly on the raised hillside or stone, and their fingers blew out an electric arc to trigger the signal tube, which hit the head and face. Damn it was only a few hundred meters away, and they even had to use rockets. Moreover, each of them was high-explosive bomb, and the power of the explosion was no different from the 150mm heavy artillery---This is still an infantry? This is a paratrooper? It's a joke!

It's a bit big, but if you die in a bunch of people, that's not a joke, it's a fatal death!

The US military, who were excited to capture prisoners and beat paratroopers, were killed and injured, fleeing in a panic, and don’t count on positions. Among the mountains, most of the fortresses were set up to the outside. I didn’t expect that they would bloom in the center and there was no time to change. Watching him, the devil-like enemy took a big stride, and used his perverted and fierce firepower to blast out passages, leaving behind dead bodies all over the ground and swept over!

This is not a battle! This is a one-sided massacre!

When he heard that more than a thousand casualties were in front of him, Smith was no longer calm and disobeyed his wishes in great pain. He ordered loudly: "Retreat all! Give up the central defense line, increase the space between the enemy as much as possible, and buy time for artillery strikes! Fast!"

Then he turned around and asked the staff members with a serious face: "Gentlemen! Are there any good ways for us to surround these damn guys? Even if it's only ten minutes!"

The staff looked at each other and shook their heads decisively: "General! This is very difficult. The enemy has adopted the central breakthrough tactic very sinisterly, directly airborne the commanding heights of our core area, and a top-down layered breakthrough, causing our defense to be disconnected from the front and back, and mix with our infantry regiment more quickly! If the artillery is fired, it will definitely cause a large number of casualties to ourselves!"

"Even if the artillery is fired, the effect will not be very good. You know, our artillery positions are all facing the beach and the sea, and the movement speed of the enemy's troops is probably only barely able to keep up with the front-line infantry, and even the armored troops cannot be used!"

All bad news!

This was not what happened! Smith frowned and couldn't figure out what the problem was. Isn't all the plans good? The opponent was airborne, and we siege and capture prisoners ten times the strength of the troops, and the anti-aircraft gun positions were intensively fired and destroyed their aircraft group, which was foolproof!

If you make a mistake in one move, you will lose all the game!

"No! You can't just forget it! Tell the regiments and battalions that no matter what method they use or how many people they sacrifice, I must hold these damn guys!" Smith's madman's true nature was exposed again. His forehead was bulging and he gritted his teeth viciously, "I'll contact the Second Armored Division now and let them use heavy artillery troops immediately to open fire at our position!"

"Ah?! No! You can't do that! General, this is simply suicide!"

The staff members were frightened! What's the rhythm of this? Are you just playing "fire at me"?! You're just having a big joke!

The Second Armored Division, stationed in the Oahu Plain, controlled the Karnai Mountains on the west side, and the hilly plains between the Kulao Mountains on the east side. A heavy artillery regiment was equipped with three 155mm howitzer battalions, each with the power of a 203mm heavy artillery battalion, and the firepower could cover the entire island. If it was fought, it would definitely be like the sky and the earth to break!

The area of ​​the Second Marine Division controlled by the Second Marine Division was completely covered by that artillery regiment. If the shells hit, it would be possible to blow the entire division. Mr. Major General, is he going to use half of his division's strength to bury the enemy troops of only a few thousand numbers?

Smith's eyes were congested and roared like a madman: "Do you have any better ways?! If everything on the front line is real, then I don't know what else can stop the enemy's attack except for heavy artillery coverage! As for the difference between being killed by their bullets, blasted by grenades, and being bombarded by our own cannons! At least, the casualties of the soldiers can be exchanged for the casualties of the enemy, which is more valuable!"

The staff members were silent and said that, but it sounded so wrong!

Smith could do it, and grabbed the phone and asked the Second Armored Division to contact Major General George Patton, saying, "General! I need your support here! Please mobilize all artillery fire immediately and open all your strength at our central defense zone!"

The combat staff immediately sent the sand table to the Second Armored Division as being broken through, lost positions, and coordinates that were in fierce firefighting.
Chapter completed!