"Order the regiment's direct troops to speed up the evacuation of Yunshan City."

"The battle to ask Lieutenant Colonel Mirkin's first battalion to withdraw from Santanchuan and immediately move closer to the regiment headquarters."

"We need the help of the Fifth Regiment to get over quickly. We hope to see their tanks break through the defense line of the ** Army before dawn."

"Okay, don't panic! We are not at the most miserable level. The enemy just took advantage of the cover of the night to cause us to suffer a small loss, but our main force is still there."

At the new regiment headquarters at Yunshan Temporary Airport, Chief of Staff Holmos, who controls the 8th Cavalry Regiment of the US Army, is calmly issuing orders. His calmness and wisdom have calmed the regiment headquarters who had just learned that the rear was cut off and started working again.

"It's really a long night!" His Excellency the Chief of Staff did his best to mobilize the troops, but when he looked at the map placed in the military tent, he frowned. He felt that the US military would not be able to fight without air support.

"Chief of Staff Holmos." A corner of the military tent was lifted, and Colonel Palmer, who looked a little pale, walked in from outside. "I'm glad you can come and help, otherwise my regiment would suffer a major loss."

Colonel Palmer, who was laxative by "Douding", was very frivolous. Although he received the best treatment and cultivation after being knocked down, his deeds have become a semi-public joke for the US military, especially when his regiment was being beaten up.

"Col. I think you should go to rest now. After dawn, there will be a transport plane to Tokyo for further treatment." Chief of Staff Holmos's sentence was full of sympathy. He felt that he was afraid of death when he encountered Colonel Palmer.

"Do you think I still need a rest?" Colonel Palmer was really desperate. He found a seat in the tent and sat down, supported his forehead with one hand and whispered: "I can't leave my group alone, I can't abandon my subordinates. I heard that the situation is very bad now..."

Chief of Staff Holmos nodded undeniably. He no longer had the confidence he had just landed. The night attack of the ** army messed up the entire battlefield.

"Our opponent has already penetrated into Yunshan City from two directions. The troops in the city are withdrawing, but a howitzer company has lost contact. The tenth anti-aircraft artillery group was defeated, and almost all of its heavy equipment was lost. I only contacted the artillery group command center, and the few battalions under its jurisdiction were unknown.

Our multiple retreat roads were intercepted by the enemy, especially the Fifth Regiment could not get close to us. Moreover, the northeast direction of the evacuation from Yunshan had been occupied by the enemy. Simply put, in just five or six hours, we were isolated and helpless."

Chief of Staff Holmos briefly described the current situation on the map. Colonel Palmer also felt the situation urgent. He hurriedly said: "We must take the initiative to break through."

But the Chief of Staff shook his head and said, "Not yet. We have not gathered enough troops yet. There are quite a few defeated troops, but the equipment is very short. I have asked the division headquarters for reinforcements, and the air force will come to help after dawn. But we have to hold on for about seven or eight hours."

"No..., we can't hold on for so long. Our opponents are different from what we have encountered in the past. Haven't you noticed it yet? Those ** troops are very different from the Beibass Army. We really meet our opponents. Retreating will only lose the initiative, which will cause us to lose even more."

Colonel Palmer was anxious, and he even expressed his willingness to lead a force to take back the position at the fork in the road. But the Chief of Staff refused his request, "Sorry, Palmer, now I am the head of the Eighth Regiment, I cannot let the young men take risks in the dark."

"Hey, you're committing a crime. War is taking risks. Are we sitting here waiting to be surrounded?"

"So what about surrounding? We are not convenient for attacking now, but the defense is still OK. The airport's position is very strong. I have mobilized enough tanks and artillery, and no one can attack. We can definitely hold on for seven hours."

"My God, where can you hold on? This is just an airport, and there is no cover around you. Are you having any brain problems?"

The two senior officers immediately argued about the direction of the combat decision. One believed that if you didn't break through, the other believed that staying in a position was the king. For most American soldiers, it seemed safer to rush into the dark night to kill the enemy and defend the position.

On the other side, Zhou Qingfeng, who had the idea of ​​fighting the enemy regiment, found that he seemed to have misjudged the fighting style of the Volunteer Army. After he learned that his superiors had recognized his idea, he felt that there would be a regular combat force to carry out the mission, but in fact, a miscellaneous soldier appeared in front of him.

"After the division commander made the decision, he used the seized vehicles to gather the civilian and logistics personnel of the 347th Regiment and the 348th Regiment to form a temporary combat battalion of more than 300 people. The deputy commander of the 347th Regiment was personally directed." The battalion commander of the 1st Battalion was very proud when introducing it.

But what Zhou Qingfeng saw was a team of non-combatants such as cooks, repairmen, regiment and battalion departments. A big question mark arose in his heart, "Stop funny, can this team fight? Can you fight with the US military armed to the teeth? It's good to not fall apart halfway."

Compared with the volunteer soldiers fighting on the front line, the second-line personnel in front of them were either scholars wearing glasses or old men. Especially when he saw an old soldier with wrinkles on his face, he was over fifty after asking, and was the Huotou Army who volunteered to come from the division headquarters.

"Boy, don't look down on us. Old man, when I was in the war, your mother was still a girl." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's sceptical expression, the old man glared at him a few dissatisfiedly.

"Old man, can you still shoot?" Zhou Qingfeng was really worried about the combat effectiveness of these people. They didn't look like people who could fight.

"Boy, do you have a good idea to say something? When I followed the Chairman's Long March, I was a good player in playing guns and cannons. If I weren't educated and older, how could you have the life to stand out?"

The old guy was so angry that he cursed that if someone hadn't stopped him, he would have to gesture with Zhou Qingfeng. But seeing his quick-witted moves with the 38th Great Gallery, it seemed..., it's okay!

Ha..., this is still an old Red Armyman. Zhou Qingfeng can only escape because he can't afford to offend!

Zhou Qingfeng questioned whether the patched miscellaneous soldiers had combat effectiveness. However, the deputy commander who temporarily commanded the battalion also came to question him, "Xiao Zhou, can you really drive a tank to open the enemy's defense line? Whether our battle will be successful depends on whether you are really capable."

You are kidding! Don’t question me if you question anyone?

Zhou Qingfeng was also very upset. He patted his chest and shouted, "I dare to issue a military order, but I can't open the gap in the enemy's airport. I'll come to see you."
Chapter completed!