CHAPTER 455: CHAPTER 219: [CANNONS AND BAYONETS] THE ROUT OF THE US 8TH CAVALRY REGIMENT (4K)

The red force representing the Volunteer Army had already surrounded the southern fake army near Yunshan.

However, upon entering the Yunshan area, even though the ’real-time map’ indicated where the red side representing the Volunteer Army was, Peng Feng couldn’t spot any sign of people with the naked eye.

This camouflage is something else....

The Blue Star viewers in the live broadcast, along with Peng Feng, were also looking around for the hidden Republic Volunteer Army soldiers.

[Ridiculous, is the map fake? I’ve looked for three minutes and can’t find anyone?]

[I enlarged the screenshot and looked ten times... can’t even see a gun barrel, is this scientific?]

[The map shows they’re right in front of us? Where are they???]

[Honestly, if you know where they’re hiding and still can’t find them, it’s understandable that the southern fake army got beaten....]

[Indeed, this camouflage technology is too strong.]

The Blue Star viewers in the live broadcast room were bewildered, not finding anyone hiding right under their noses.

Peng Feng’s searching around also caught the attention of a nearby NPC.

By this time, everyone had reached the defense line on Yunshan, and a southern fake army officer came with a smiling face to welcome the commander of the 8th Regiment of the First Cavalry Division.

A nearby United States soldier, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at the nervous Peng Feng with disdain, patted Peng Feng’s shoulder, and spoke in heavily accented English:

"Relax, buddy."

"No need to be nervous, we will win soon."

"Those guys don’t even have a decent pair of boots, let alone proper guns; they’re probably shivering in the mountains right now!"

"Once we’re done with this ’hunt’, we can rush back to Tokyo for Christmas dinner."

"We might not even need to fire a shot; those guys might surrender!"

The surrounding United States soldiers also burst into laughter, with some even whistling and loudly shouting at the distant woods:

"Come out, boys! Don’t be shy! We’ll make sure you have a hot meal... in the POW camp!"

The laughter grew louder after these words.

Only Peng Feng twitched at the corner of his mouth, and the live broadcast was filled with candle emojis.

Still showing off?

They’re ambushed right under your nose?!

However.

Even Peng Feng, who had ’real-time map’, couldn’t find the hidden Volunteer Army, let alone these United States forces without it.

The southern fake army officer was making small talk with the commander of the 8th Regiment of the Cavalry.

Soon.

The exchange of defense was underway.

The southern fake army began to withdraw from the positions, and the United States soldiers were fully relaxed.

Some were chewing gum, some had made hot water to brew coffee, and some had even put down their backpacks to use as pillows to sleep on.

In the distance, the commander of the 8th Regiment of the First Cavalry Division was puffing on a cigar, observing the surrounding terrain.

Peng Feng was still looking around, hoping to find where the Volunteer Army might be hidden, using the magnifying glass feature along with the Blue Star viewers in the live broadcast room.

The United States soldier holding coffee next to him shook his head while looking at Peng Feng:

"Rookies are just so timid."

Suddenly!

Three signal flares abruptly soared into the sky from the distant mountains, piercing Yunshan’s tranquility.

Seeing the signal flares ascend.

The United States soldiers were momentarily blank, all looking up at the three signal flares.

As the three signal flares soared.

The sound of mortar shells roaring came from the surrounding mountains, with shells raining down from all directions, striking the positions where the United States forces were switching their defenses like a torrential storm.

When the first wave of shells landed, most of the United States soldiers hadn’t come back to their senses, standing there in shock.

Peng Feng watched as a mortar shell hit a sleeping United States soldier in the distance, instantly turning him into a bloodied mess, dying without feeling any pain.

Boom boom boom boom boom—

In an instant.

The entire United States position turned into a hell on earth.

Finally, someone snapped back to reality, shouting hoarsely:

"Damn it! Take cover! Take cover!"

A blood-covered sergeant, holding a severed leg:

"Medic! Medic!!!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Peng Feng hid behind a truck, the United States soldier holding coffee next to him was trembling, nearly spilling the coffee from the cup:

"Damn... am I dreaming?"

Clearly still not believing they were actually under attack.

The nearby Peng Feng didn’t have time to pay attention to him; this guy had been mocking the idea of returning to Tokyo for Christmas just before, and now he was scared into this state.

It seems the luxurious equipment of the First Cavalry Division was true, but the individual soldier quality was no different from other places.

Peng Feng peeked out to take a look.

The southern fake army and the United States soldiers, who were switching defenses, were falling down like wheat being harvested by a sickle.

At this moment, on the US Army’s position, because of the second and third waves of ongoing artillery fire, chaos ensued everywhere, with some praying on their knees while others ran frantically backwards.

The United States officer tried to rally the troops, but no one dared to follow orders under the artillery fire.

The communication system was down.

Suddenly, on a distant ridge, swarms of black dots appeared, rushing toward the United States’ positions, as the Volunteer Army charged like a tidal wave.

Meanwhile, the Volunteer Army’s artillery stopped after a few rounds.

Without the artillery bombardment, the 8th Regiment finally reorganized, but the Volunteer Army was already at the forefront of the position.

Both sides engaged in fierce combat.

The firepower of the United States was naturally overwhelming, but the Volunteer Army’s offensive was not weak either.

Peng Feng hid behind the truck, watching as the Volunteer Army attacked in groups of three, spread across the hills, launching wave after wave as if in a tide.