Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

Chapter 612 The First Battle (6)

Yin Xinjun moved from the west of the city to the south.

He found a quiet and deserted place, slipped into the space, and reloaded the rocket launcher with ammunition.

Looking at Sinanju where flames were still rising to the sky, he took out the artillery telescope, observed it once more, and then used rocket launchers to indiscriminately fire at the city!

This time, he did not specifically aim at a certain area. The accuracy of the rocket launcher was not very good anyway, and the main purpose was to create panic!

400 rockets exploded in the city, and the killing effect was naturally mediocre, and it was more of a psychological blow and devastation!

After the launch, Yin Xinjun rushed forward and ran directly towards the city.

As soon as he entered the edge of the city, he heard a lot of noisy, panicked conversations.

"Oh my God, we're screwed!"

“The Chinese are coming!”

"There are millions of them. Quick, quick, send a message to the commander!"

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"

The terrain around Xin'anzhou is flat.

Yin Xinjun advanced another 500 meters, found a dirt slope, and began to set up his 107mm mortar.

One minute later,

Mortar shells fell madly on the heads of the US and South Korean soldiers in the city. The panicked US and South Korean soldiers were stunned by the sudden and fierce bombardment. Some were blown to pieces, and some fled around looking for cover.

This time, Yin Xinjun was very patient. Even if he caught the sound of an enemy, he would not hesitate to send a shell. Anyway, there were plenty of shells.

That night, a general offensive was launched on all fronts. His night attack on the south bank of the Cheongcheon River was intended to block the enemy from crossing the river for reinforcement, and to annihilate the tens of thousands of enemy troops on the north bank in one fell swoop!

It doesn’t matter if the 38th Army didn’t close the small door, so just close the main door!

After ten minutes of rapid firing, he slowed down the shelling and began to slowly and accurately clear out the enemies in Sinanju!

He hated capturing prisoners because it was so troublesome. He also had to provide them with food, which was even more troublesome than raising pigs. Physically eliminating the enemy was Yin Xinjun's favorite thing to do!

But he still didn't dare to get too close to the city, and just kept wandering around within 1 kilometer of the edge!

Amid the rumbling artillery bombardment, the commander of the 1st Division of the South Korean Army, Paik Sun-hwa, was frightened out of his wits. He never expected that he had run to Sinanju without stopping, and that this rear base, which he thought was very safe, was attacked again!

On the other hand, he felt fortunate. He knew that the battle of Yunshan had already begun. Bai Shanhua was silently praying for the 8th Cavalry Regiment of the United States and the 15th Korean Regiment, which had no time to withdraw.

The rumbling sound of artillery fire was endless and non-stop. It was simply unbearable to stay here on this horrific night. He immediately decided to continue fleeing south to Pyongyang!

Since he didn't know how many enemy troops were outside the city or where they were, but since the enemy hadn't launched a large-scale attack on Sinanju, Bai Shanhua judged that the number of enemy troops should not be large, or at least they were not ready, so he had to run quickly!

He immediately gathered several chariots and started driving out of the city to the south!

The streets were littered with broken building debris, broken walls, and bricks and rubble scattered all over the ground. Destroyed cars lay in the middle of the road, their bodies twisted and deformed, glass fragments flying everywhere, and some cars were still emitting black smoke and faint flames.

Piles of corpses were lying on the roadside, with bloodstains scattered around them. The tragic scene was too horrific to watch.

Some survivors had faces filled with fear and despair, crawling aimlessly in the ruins. From time to time, a few grief-stricken cries could be heard in the night sky, echoing in the dead silent and messy streets, adding a bit of desolation.

Due to too many obstacles, the convoy moved very slowly.

It took more than an hour to reach Nanyingdong (street), which is less than 500 meters away from the city.

But even these 500 meters are blocked!

On the street ahead, there were more than a dozen trucks and armored vehicles parked, and more than a hundred American soldiers were queuing up to board the trucks.

Bai Shanhua sent someone to ask, and it turned out that this was the remnant of the 1nd Battalion of the 7th Cavalry Regiment of the 2st Cavalry Division, who were boarding a car to escape to Pyongyang. He did not dare to rush them, so he had to wait patiently! He was still considering whether to follow behind and travel together!

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound broke the silence of the air again. The experienced soldiers immediately realized the danger and shouted: "Artillery! Take cover!" But everything happened too fast. The first mortar shell was like a messenger of the devil, landing accurately in the middle of the soldiers.

"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded instantly, and a powerful air wave mixed with countless shrapnel and gravel flew in all directions. More than a dozen soldiers were directly blown away by the air wave and fell heavily to the ground, their bodies were covered with wounds and blood gushed out. The surrounding soldiers were frightened and panicked by this sudden attack. Some of them lay on the ground, protecting their heads with their hands; others tried to find a nearby shelter, but were blocked by the chaotic crowd.

Then, the second and third mortar shells fell one after another, exploding between the convoy and the soldiers. Even the body of the armored transport vehicle was riddled with shrapnel, the windows shattered, and thick smoke billowed out of the body. Some soldiers screamed in pain during the explosion, and the sound was particularly miserable at night.

Seeing the miserable state of the American soldiers in front of him, Bai Shanhua's heart was pounding. He shouted frantically,

"Quick! Back up! Back up!"

His convoy consisted of a tank and three armored vehicles. These vehicles, which were originally parked on the road, reacted relatively slowly!

At this moment, a 107mm mortar shell streaked through the sky and attacked the tanks in the convoy at a nearly vertical angle. The shell dragged a long tail flame and whistled in the wind, like a fatal meteor.

With a loud bang, the mortar shell accurately hit the relatively weak armor on the top of the tank. The huge impact force instantly tore the armor on the top of the tank apart, and the high temperature and high pressure air waves generated by the explosion of the shell were like the roar of a demon, instantly filling the entire tank.

Inside the tank, the crew members were stunned by the sudden explosion, and before they could react, the flying shrapnel mercilessly penetrated their bodies. The dashboard and control equipment in the tank were destroyed beyond recognition by the shock wave and shrapnel of the explosion, and various circuits and parts were scattered everywhere.

Then, the ammunition inside the tank exploded under the influence of high temperature, and there were several more deafening explosions, and flames gushed out from the hatches and cracks of the tank. The tank's turret was blown away by the huge explosion force and hit the ground not far away with a dull sound.

This once steel behemoth has now turned into a pile of burning scrap metal, lying quietly on the battlefield, emitting thick smoke.

Bai Shanhua felt a chill running straight to his scalp. His armored vehicle quickly made a 90-degree turn on the spot and fled madly!