Chapter 453: Two-sided attack
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Tang Yue stood on the city wall, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, her eyes as sharp as a hawk. Looking at the fleeing American troops, a cold smile curved her lips, and she made several gestures with her hands.
The young and strong men of Shanhe County, who were already in high spirits, were immediately inspired by the goddess' instructions. They shouted "Chase!" and rushed towards the direction of the fleeing American troops like a tide.
The young and strong men held their homemade guns tightly in their hands and walked hurriedly. Some even tripped over stones accidentally, but they quickly got up and continued to chase.
Their trust and admiration for the goddess transformed into endless courage and strength. The miraculous sight of the tank vanishing into thin air just now made them firmly believe that as long as they followed the goddess, this battle would be a complete victory.
They had a vague intuition in their hearts that not only today, but as long as the goddess was there, they would win every battle in the future.
Johnson and Smith led the remaining troops to run for their lives, their faces full of fear and unwillingness.
Johnson ran and panted as he shouted to Smith: "Hurry! Run to the east, there are our reinforcements over there! As long as we can meet up with them, we can turn the defeat into victory!"
Smith didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He nodded and said, "I understand! I hope they are still waiting for us there!"
Tang Yue sat on a recliner with four wooden sticks tied to the bottom. The young men from Shanhe County carried the goddess and pursued her. After running for a while, Tang Yue keenly realized that the American army's escape route was not random, but had a clear direction.
Tang Yue's consciousness quickly expanded. "Sure enough, they're trying to find other nearby American troops," she muttered to herself, a glimmer in her eyes. This was a good thing; a mere 500 American soldiers really weren't enough.
She pulled out a communication device from her space, which she had casually picked up during her previous trip to Japan. There were still quite a few left in the space. Since there were other American troops nearby, there must be Chinese troops as well.
Shanhe County had become a crucial intersection for Bianyue's northern and southern offensives. Neither side could afford to allow either to remain entrenched there. Tang Yue turned on the communicator and twisted it several times, tapping each time she found a signal to communicate.
However, she didn't get the response she wanted. After twisting it a few times, Tang Yue realized that there were only so many communication stations that could be received. How could this be possible?
Shanhe County might have a lot of young and strong men, but if they were to encounter a well-trained American force, the chances of their lives would be very high. Since they worshipped her as a goddess, she didn't want them to die in vain. It would be most cost-effective to contact the Chinese team and cooperate with them.
Don’t we still have a few American tanks? If we don’t use them now, when will we?
Tang Yue deftly disassembled the communication equipment, and the parts scattered on her skirt. Her fingers nimbly danced over the parts. If she felt that a part was not suitable, she would hammer it twice and three times, and then it would work according to Tang Yue's idea.
In a short while, she had reconfigured the communication equipment.
As time passed, the distance between the young men and the American soldiers gradually closed. The American soldiers looked back and saw the young men chasing them, and they became increasingly panicked. Some even started pushing and shoving each other, making the team even more chaotic.
"Run!" Johnson fired back at the American soldiers while giving them orders. Although the troops were in a state of panic, Johnson became increasingly relaxed because he felt he was not far from the main force.
The smoke of gunpowder rolled and spread in the sky like thick ink, dyeing the originally bright skyline into a terrifying gray-black color.
Fifty miles away from Shanhe County where Tang Yue was located, the team led by the second battalion commander Yang Shengjun was engaged in a thrilling battle with a large US military force.
The sound of American army's gunfire was like dense thunder, one wave after another, shaking the earth. The gravel on the battlefield was flying, the soil was overturned, and there was a mess everywhere.
"Brothers, hold on! Hold our ground!" Yang Shengjun shouted at the top of his lungs. His face was blackened by the smoke, and his uniform was soaked with sweat and stained with blood.
The gun in his hand kept spewing out tongues of flame, and the smoke from the muzzle mixed with the thick smoke on the battlefield, blurring his vision.
However, the US military's attack was too fierce. Relying on advanced weapons and equipment, they rushed in like a tide, and Yang Shengjun's troops were forced to retreat step by step.
The soldiers resisted stubbornly. When they ran out of bullets, they picked up their bayonets and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the American troops who were rushing towards them.
A young soldier, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness, roared and stabbed his bayonet into the chest of an American soldier. Blood splattered on his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He quickly pulled out the bayonet and rushed towards another enemy.
But the American troops were large in number, and the soldiers gradually became overwhelmed. People kept falling down, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red.
"Commander, we're running low on ammunition!" a soldier shouted anxiously. Yang Shengjun's heart tightened. At such a critical moment, ammunition meant the soldiers' lives.
"Hold on! We will definitely get support! The support troops will be here soon!" He responded loudly, and at the same time quickly adjusted the tactics, asking the soldiers to concentrate their firepower and focus on defending several key positions.
At this time, the US tanks also launched a fierce attack. Long tongues of fire spewed out of the huge muzzles, and shells whizzed towards Yang Shengjun's position.
The explosion was deafening, and the position was instantly engulfed in flames. Many soldiers were blown away by the blast and fell to the ground injured. Yang Shengjun looked at the tragic scene with heartache, but he did not retreat. He remained at the forefront and commanded the soldiers to fight back.
"We can't go on like this. We must find a way to break out!" Yang Shengjun gritted his teeth and made up his mind secretly.
He scanned the battlefield, looking for an opportunity to break out, but the American encirclement was shrinking, and their situation was becoming increasingly difficult.
The faces of the soldiers were filled with exhaustion and despair, but their eyes still burned with an indomitable fighting spirit. Even if they died, they would hold this line of defense firmly.
At this moment, the radio in the communication vehicle received the news. The soldier guarding the radio was startled. Listening to the rhythmic knocking, the young soldier became excited and anxious.
"Commander, Commander, there's news!"
Yang Shengjun couldn't care less about anything else. He had to ask where the supporting troops were. When Yang Shengjun got on the car and heard the familiar way of delivering the message, he immediately replied.
But the more Yang Shengjun listened, the faster his expression changed. After a few minutes, his face was almost distorted. Tang Yue led 2,500 young men from Shanhe County, chasing the American troops in their direction?
The American troops were chased by them and fled everywhere?
Ask them to arrange four tank-driving men to wait outside? What was Tang Yue planning? Besides, a little girl shouldn't just stay in South Island. Even if she's a good fighter, she's still just a child, okay?
Who was so heartless as to send a little girl to the battlefield? Although they had some unpleasantness before, that was all internal problems of the organization. Now that the little girl was on the battlefield, Yang Shengjun was worried.
However, he knew that this girl was a bit cunning. Yang Shengjun didn't know if the people the little girl brought with her could be used as support. Forget it, since they were already in this situation, they might as well do as the little girl said.
Yang Shengjun immediately arranged for eight tank drivers to gradually move toward the perimeter. At the same time, he notified his men to retreat further away from the US.
Tang Yue felt relieved after contacting the Chinese troops, but the situation with Captain Yang was not good. But this was also a two-pronged attack.
Tang Yue sat on a specially made recliner, carried by the young and strong men as they rushed forward, her eyes fixed on the fleeing American troops in front.
When she judged that the time had come and she was not far from the place where Yang Shengjun's troops were fighting with the main US army, her eyes suddenly became stern, and with a thought, several US tanks that had disappeared before suddenly appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield.
At this time, the eight soldiers arranged by Yang Shengjun who could drive tanks had already been waiting here. Although they were shocked when they saw the tanks suddenly appear, their years of combat experience allowed them to react quickly and they rushed towards the tanks without hesitation.
At Tang Yue's signal, the young men of Shanhe County quickly made way for the soldiers. But some people still didn't understand why and asked, "County Chief, what does this mean?"
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