Chapter 215

Just as the U. S. Federation's field army commander, Ridgway, had cursed, they were truly just soles of feet that only knew how to run.

Just after the initial clash.

The Southern puppet soldiers, who had just organized the intention to resist, collapsed instantly under the stimulation of the Volunteer Army's bugle, becoming a disorganized mob.

All of them ran backward without looking back.

Fearing that if they ran a second too slow, they would lose their lives here.

And Jin Bin, being stepped on, chose to honestly be a prisoner.

At the same time, he observed the situation around him; many other Southern puppet army prisoners were cowering, and some even couldn't help but cry bitterly, clearly terrified by those rumors.

Fearing what the Volunteer Army might do to them.

And those fleeing Southern puppet soldiers fell one by one under the pursuit of the Volunteer Army.

In the distance.

The U. S. Federation troops in the city also reacted.

Flare after flare rose into the sky.

The U. S. Federation's howitzer positions let out a deafening roar, shells piercing the night sky and landing on the routes where the Southern puppet soldiers were fleeing and the Volunteer Army was pursuing.

Boom, boom, boom, boom—!

The hard frozen earth mixed with smoke was kicked up. Jin Bin watched as three Southern puppet soldiers had their bodies torn apart by the impact of a shell; these U. S. Federation troops actually disregarded the situation of their friendly forces.

Hiss— The Blue Star players in the stream couldn't help but gasp.

Indiscriminate bombing.

But on second thought, Southern puppet soldiers who were routed by a single bugle call were better off being taken out by a shell.

Once such soldiers flooded back to the defensive line.

Who knew what would happen.

The U. S. Federation's indiscriminate bombing also terrified those Southern puppet soldiers, making them scatter and run even more desperately.

Soon.

The U. S. Federation's armored defensive line engaged with the Volunteer Army charging in the front.

Flare after flare rose into the sky.

The pitch-black night was now as bright as day; the U. S. Federation's armor displayed great effect at this moment, and the Volunteer Army's firepower was insufficient to break through these armors.

Suddenly.

Dense bugle calls erupted from the southeast!

The U. S. Federation troops here sounded the alarm, and a U. S. Federation lieutenant roared, commanding the troops to disperse their forces to resist the offensive from the southeast.

But the next second.

Shell after shell fell.

Two U. S. Federation tanks were scrapped on the spot, followed by dense gunfire.

Immediately after.

Dense bugle calls also sounded from the northwest!

It wasn't just one direction.

From all directions of Hengcheng, there were Volunteer Army offensives.

And the U. S. Federation commanders, in such a chaotic scene, could no longer conduct effective command, not knowing which side to defend for a moment, coupled with the collapse of the Southern puppet army.

Which even blocked many bullets for the Volunteer Army.

Jin Bin, crouching on the ground with his hands on his head, watching the scene in the distance, suddenly understood why the U. S. Federation's field army commander, Ridgway, was so angry he cursed the Southern puppet army.

Aren't such teammates pure traitors?

How can there be a team that collapses in formation without losing many people, and then panics and charges into their own defensive lines?

Jin Bin honestly crouched on the ground.

And at this moment, the start of the Hengcheng counterattack also allowed many Blue Star players to watch from various angles.

The fierce offensive lasted all night.

It didn't pause until dawn; at this time, Hengcheng, under the infiltration of the Volunteer Army, had already had its surrounding highways sealed off, and next, they just needed to encircle and annihilate the enemy in Hengcheng.

The next day.

Daxia Federation, 7th Special Operations Brigade.

In the lounge.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, many soldiers gathered in the conference room to watch the battle situation in the game.

A night had passed on Blue Star, and it was already the third day in the game.

The smoke of war in Hengcheng had already subsided.

Everywhere was the situation of cleaning up the battlefield.

Groups of captured Southern puppet soldiers and U. S. Federation soldiers walked in line, dejected, under the escort of Volunteer Army soldiers toward the detention center in the rear.

Many Volunteer Army soldiers had smiles on their faces; although their uniforms were still stained with mud and blood, their eyes showed the pride of victory.

Such scenes were rare.

And there were also streams from the perspective of prisoners.

Like Jin Bin, who was a soldier of the Southern puppet army, clearly both were prisoners.

But he was being vented on by the U. S. Federation soldiers nearby, verbally abused, and even wanted to be attacked.

Other Southern puppet soldiers couldn't understand those words.

But Jin Bin, as a player, could understand, and unlike the Southern puppet soldiers who were cowering whether they saw the Volunteer Army or U. S. Federation soldiers.

He directly started fighting with the U. S. Federation prisoners queuing nearby.

The Blue Star friends in Jin Bin's stream kept sending gifts, but they were quickly pulled apart by several Volunteer Army soldiers.

Not knowing when.

Qu Guang walked into the conference room, and the surrounding soldiers, after discovering him, couldn't help but admire:

"Chief of Staff, it's really just as you said."

"So is the next step to infiltrate and attack the enemy on the Western Front?"

The soldiers nearby also asked.

Qu Guang looked at the "real-time map" on the stream projection and said:

"That depends on the situation of the U. S. Federation here."

"From the current point of view."

"The U. S. Federation troops on the Eastern Front are already retreating across the board, but there is one place still there."

"This is a bit unexpected."

Qu Guang pointed, and the soldiers in the lounge followed his gaze.

They saw on the "real-time map" that the U. S. Federation troops on the Eastern Front were retreating across the board, but only the U. S. Federation troops in the "Chipyeong-ri" area were motionless.

It wasn't to say they were motionless.

But they had retreated a distance, but quickly moved back.

Clearly, they also had the intention to retreat.

But the orders from above did not allow them to retreat.

Qu Guang looked at the map and frowned; the soldiers nearby saw this and didn't disturb him, thinking for a moment, Qu Guang's brow still didn't relax, and he said:

"It's getting a bit troublesome."

The soldiers nearby couldn't help but ask:

"Chief of Staff, is there a problem?"

Qu Guang raised his hand to click on the projection, enlarging the "real-time map," looking at the map here:

"The problem is huge."

"Look at this map; from left to right, they are Hancheng, Chipyeong-ri, and Hengcheng."

"Hancheng belongs to the Western Front battlefield, while Chipyeong-ri and Hengcheng belong to the Eastern Front battlefield."

"Chipyeong-ri is sandwiched between the two cities, connecting the upper body and the lower body, which is the lumbar spine, and Hengcheng is the thigh."

"If the leg is cut off, you can still live."

"But if you are cut in half at the waist, you definitely can't live."

"So now the U. S. Federation troops on the Eastern Front are retreating across the board; even if Hengcheng is lost, it's no problem."

"Because Chipyeong-ri is not retreating under the orders of the U. S. Federation."

"As long as Chipyeong-ri is held."

"Then the Volunteer Army on the Eastern Front, wanting to infiltrate to the Western Front battlefield and cut off the retreat of the U. S. Federation troops on the Western Front, will be impossible to achieve."

"Only by taking Chipyeong-ri can the Volunteer Army on the Eastern Front be unimpeded."

"If Chipyeong-ri is not taken."

"Then if you want to infiltrate from the Eastern Front battlefield, you have to face the interception from the direction of Chipyeong-ri; with the U. S. Federation's powerful mobility, even if the Volunteer Army is intercepted for two hours."

"Once the enemy gets the news, it will never be possible to achieve the effect of a surprise attack."

"Two hours is enough for the U. S. Federation troops on the Western Front to adjust and respond."

"Not to mention the U. S. Federation's armored firepower."

"Once intercepted, I'm afraid it won't end in half a day."

"Then the U. S. Federation troops on the Western Front can support Chipyeong-ri, and at the same time, the retreating U. S. Federation troops on the Eastern Front can also surround Chipyeong-ri from the rear."

"If such a situation occurs, the situation on the entire peninsula battlefield will collapse."

The voice fell.

Many gasps sounded in the lounge, looking at the map.

Didn't expect that a Chipyeong-ri would actually relate to the entire peninsula battlefield.

But it was just as Chief of Staff Qu Guang said.

The Volunteer Army on the Eastern Front originally intended to concentrate their forces to infiltrate and divide, defeat the U. S. Federation troops on the Eastern Front, and then obliquely insert to the rear of the U. S. forces on the Western Front like in Samsori.

To close the door and beat the dog, blocking the retreat of the U. S. Federation on the Western Front.

But if Chipyeong-ri is not broken through.

Then this surprise effect cannot be created; once intercepted at Chipyeong-ri.

It is equivalent to being stopped at the door.

Those inside the door (U. S. Federation troops on the Western Front) want to come out, and those behind (U. S. Federation troops on the Eastern Front) are also surrounding them; such a situation will put the Volunteer Army on the Eastern Front at a disadvantage.

At that time, being caught in a pincer attack from front, back, left, and right, the Eastern Front battlefield will very likely collapse.

So if the enemy in Chipyeong-ri is not eliminated, the Volunteer Army cannot cut off the retreat of the U. S. Federation troops on the Western Front at all.

But a frontal assault...

The soldiers of the Daxia Federation's 7th Special Operations Brigade in the lounge couldn't help but feel their hearts sink.

The U. S. Federation troops in Chipyeong-ri, according to the movements.

Clearly also wanted to retreat.

If they retreated directly, then all the deductions would coincide with the thoughts of Qu Guang and the Volunteer Army, and they could go directly to cut off the retreat of the U. S. Federation troops on the Western Front.

But after the U. S. Federation troops in Chipyeong-ri moved a bit, they returned the same way.

Clearly, the U. S. Federation's high command, or rather Ridgway, had reacted, so he gave a death order not to let the U. S. Federation troops in Chipyeong-ri retreat.

This was troublesome.

In the stream.

The various Volunteer Army units that had just occupied Hengcheng indeed received orders to head to Chipyeong-ri.

At this moment.

This basin in Chipyeong-ri, which was only 2.3 square kilometers and surrounded by mountains on all sides, became the focus of the "Fourth Campaign"; whichever side won might determine the direction of the "Fourth Campaign."

Sky Shark Streaming Platform.

In the stream of streamer Luo Yang.

His identity was a U. S. Federation soldier, exactly in Chipyeong-ri, but the Blue Star players outside did not have the explanation of a Chief of Staff of the Daxia Federation Special Operations Brigade like Qu Guang.

They didn't know the importance of Chipyeong-ri yet.

The number of people in the stream was not large.

And the slightly rising number was because in other streams, the Volunteer Army in Hengcheng had received orders to head to Chipyeong-ri, and many people were curious, so they came over.

As a result, they entered the stream of Chipyeong-ri.

But they were greatly disappointed.

Chipyeong-ri belonged to the basin type.

The bottom of the basin was about 2.3 square kilometers, surrounded by mountains on all sides.

Under such circumstances, the U. S. Federation was in this place of only 2.3 kilometers.

Surrounded into a circle of only about 1.6 kilometers, defending 360°.

Such a layout made many Blue Star players frown.

Not retreating was one thing.

With such a defense, the Volunteer Army occupied the four big mountains and looked down from a high position.

Weren't the U. S. Federation troops in the center of the basin looking for death?

The Blue Star netizens didn't understand, but still chose to watch on; Luo Yang was explaining the current situation of Chipyeong-ri to the friends who kept coming in:

"Actually, they originally planned to retreat here; the division commander agreed, and the corps commander agreed."

"Ridgway didn't agree..."

"The retreat request was beaten back, and he ordered to hold this place to the death."

The battle hadn't started yet, and for a moment, no one knew what the situation was here.

Many Blue Star players were waiting.

Half a day later.

The game entered the night, and the Volunteer Army's layout was also found by Luo Yang from other streams and posted in his own stream.

8 regiments encircled Chipyeong-ri, blocking all the retreat routes of Chipyeong-ri.

If there were no accidents.

The U. S. Federation troops in Chipyeong-ri being eliminated was just a matter of time.

But the battlefield is always full of uncertainty.

In the stream of a Volunteer Army streamer who was in the artillery battalion, on the way to Chipyeong-ri, they encountered a large-scale air raid by the U. S. Federation.

That streamer didn't even hide for a few minutes before being blown up by dense bombs.

And that artillery battalion naturally went without saying.

This time.

The form of the battlefield reversed.

Originally, for the U. S. Federation troops holding the basin to the death, once the Volunteer Army occupied the surrounding big mountains, they didn't need to do anything else, just bomb them with artillery, which would be enough for those U. S. Federation troops to drink a pot.

But now, the Volunteer Army's artillery support was gone.

The method of attack changed from artillery coverage to cover the charge, to a direct infantry charge.

And the 1.6-kilometer defensive circle constructed by the U. S. Federation in the center of the basin was packed with tanks, armor, howitzers...

It turned from an encirclement battle into a siege battle.

The "armored hedgehog" formation that was originally mocked by Blue Star netizens now turned into a castle that took lives.

M4A3E8 tanks, M19 twin 40mm anti-aircraft guns, and other equipment served as fixed firepower points, forming a 360-degree cross-fire network, a circular defensive fortification.

Which would form a dimensionality-reduction strike on the Volunteer Army's infantry charge.

Facing such a battlefield situation.

Many Blue Star netizens couldn't help but have their hearts lifted; it was difficult, too difficult.

The literal data was a desperate gap.

More and more Blue Star netizens paid attention here.

At this moment.

In Luo Yang's stream.

As midnight approached.

No artillery fire, no bugle calls.

Only countless black shadows crawling forward in the snow.

The Volunteer Army soldiers tried their best not to make a sound, quietly approaching here.

Although Luo Yang knew through other streams that the Volunteer Army was sneaking over, he didn't remind the surrounding U. S. Federation soldiers, watching the original plot develop.

Suddenly.

A sharp whistle sounded abruptly from the edge of the circular defensive circle.

It was the emergency whistle of the U. S. Federation side.

Following the sound of the whistle.

Whoosh—!!!

A flare shot into the sky from the center of the circular defense.

The Blue Star netizens watching felt their hearts sink.

Because in an instant, the entire Chipyeong-ri basin was illuminated by the pale flare like hell.

Luo Yang's stream screen shook violently, and the danmu exploded instantly:

【It's over! Discovered!】

【This distance... it's simply sending them to their deaths!】

In Luo Yang's perspective.

The dense Volunteer Army soldiers on the snow suddenly froze, their half-crouched figures casting countless thin black shadows under the strong light, like a piece of iron nails suddenly nailed to the spot.

Luo Yang could even see the faces opposite.

The roar of the U. S. Federation commander pierced the night sky:

"Fire!!"

For a time.

The circular defensive circle spat out dozens of fire chains, and the bugle call also pierced the sound of gunfire at this time.

"Kill—!!!"