Hearing the long-lost system prompt, the corners of Wu Qianli's mouth finally showed a smile, but at the same time, he couldn't help but scold his mother in his heart.

"Is the system reward good? Of course it's good, but this fucking life is in exchange! ”

Wu Qianli endured the pain all over his body and struggled to get up, but finally fell on the snow again.

I only felt that the strength of my whole body was being drained a little bit, and the cold wind that was cold and bone-crushing kept tormenting his now slightly broken body.

"Ding-System Reward 1: Except for the skin trauma, all other injuries and illnesses of the host have healed and recovered, and the body immediately returned to its best state!"

Suddenly, Wu Qianli felt a warm current swirling around the meridians of his body, all the uncomfortable feelings in his body disappeared suddenly, and his eyes returned to their previous blazing clarity.

"Ding-System Reward 2: Rapid March Experience Card, a huge bonus that can be obtained in a short period of time for group marching or charging."

"Ding-System Reward 3: The emergency chest can be opened at the most critical time, and it has been automatically stored in the warehouse for the host."

Listening to the cold prompt sound of the system announcing one reward after another, Wu Qianli finally grinned chapped lips, and laughed out loud while half-lying on the ground.

"Brother! What's wrong with you? It can't be stupid, right? Don't worry, even if you are stupid, I will definitely protect you and bring you home safely. ”

Wu Wanli saw that Wu Qianli was talking to himself again, and couldn't help but walk over distressed, patted Wu Qianli's shoulder, and said with a sense of emotion.

"Go, go, go, I'm not stupid if you're stupid, don't talk nonsense. The whole army immediately rested on the spot for 20 seconds, and then went with me to rescue Pinghe and them. ”

Wu Qianli listened to the gunshots in the distance, frowned, and didn't have the heart to joke with Wu Wanli again.

It's just that he looked at Yu Congrong who collapsed on the other side with some worry, the system restored his body, but it didn't restore Yu Congrong's body.

"Company commander, don't worry, I'm just tired, just lie down for a while, even if I charge into battle, I can still rush."

Yu Congrong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, grabbed a handful of snow from his side, and put it into his mouth, and moistened his chapped lips in the bathroom.

Suddenly, a huge cold feeling also expelled his dizziness instantly, but after a mouthful of ice and snow, he only felt that his intestines were frozen together, but fighting for the country, where could he take care of these.

The other warriors were also exhausted after a series of battles, and their bodies and limbs were as stiff and numb as if they were not their own.

But when they heard the gunshots in the distance, as well as Wu Qianli's analysis, they also understood that it was their brother Pao Ze who had encountered the test of life and death.

So for a while, they all followed Yu Congrong's example and grabbed the small snowdrift around him and sent it to his mouth, some people were shivering from the cold, but they still gritted their teeth and stood up with a gun.

As soon as someone stood up, because the blood did not flow after sitting for a long time, he broke away for a while and fell back again.

Wu Qianli silently looked at this group of soldiers who had no system and insisted on their iron will, and a tear crossed his face blackened by gunpowder and dripped to the ground.

"Use the Rapid March Experience Card."

Wu Qianli silently said to the system in his heart, although he also felt very sorry for this group of loveliest people, but obviously now is not the time for children to grow up.

"The Seventh Interspersed Company is assembled! Speed up the rapid march and rescue the brother Paoze! ”

Wu Qianli burst into tears, pulling the chapped and hoarse throat, coaxing loudly, and the cold wind was cold. A puff of ice and snow poured into his gaping mouth.

But his loud voice was like an invisible trumpet, and every soldier of the 7th Interspersed Company was instantly on standby.

Relying on their strong will, coupled with the bonus of the Rapid March Experience Card, they are like a group of jaguars looking for prey in the dark night, speeding to the location where the guns are ringing.

On the other side, while directing people to deliver the interpreter and telegraph to the top of the hillside, Pinghe led a dozen soldiers to snipe at the surrounding American troops.

Originally, Pinghe and Lei Gong took the telegraph and the translator to the Great Elm Command Post first.

On the way, he found a troop carrier reinforced by the American army, and was about to go to the signal tower to support.

Originally, according to the safest and most conducive way to carry out the mission, Pinghe could ignore it and take the telegraph and the translator to directly pass by the US troops.

However, as a member of the 7th Interspersed Company, even the friendly soldiers who watched the bombing of the signal tower couldn't bear to see death and not save it.

Then how can the comrades-in-arms who are fighting side by side in their own company bear to stand by and watch like this?

So when the US personnel carrier had just passed by the hill where Pinghe was located, Pinghe made a quick decision and shot a US officer, starting this sniper battle with less and more fighting.

But after all, they were outnumbered, and the translators and telegraph machines were all with them, so Pinghe didn't dare to fight hard, so he had to fight and retreat, and retreated to the mountain with his soldiers, and then it evolved into the current situation.

"Bang-"

In the depths of the forest on the mountain, there was another crisp gunshot, like the sound of the Grim Reaper's scythe waving, and after Pinghe finished firing a shot, he calmly shifted his position again and continued to snipe the American soldiers.

"Dada......da

The U.S. military looked at the dark and deep woods in fear, and fired frantically.

From time to time, quite a number of US troops also used rockets and grenades to bombard indiscriminately, blasting out gaps in the trees deep in the forest, and many trees that had broken off half of them were scorched in the flames of the bombs.

However, the brothers of Pinghe and the reconnaissance platoon are like ghosts and ghosts in the night, they seem to be everywhere, and they don't seem to be able to see anywhere, so they reap the lives of American soldiers with guns.

"Oh God, look at these demons, they're slaughtering in a brutal way, stop all!"

The U.S. military officer gave the order helplessly and angrily, not only would there be no results if they continued to fight like this, but their soldiers would also be gradually eaten up by Pinghe.

"Rest in place, observe the surroundings in a combat posture, wait for the flares to probe ahead, and shine out all the damn rats who can only hide in the dark and put cold guns, and we will go deeper!"

The US military officers understood that they and the volunteers were undoubtedly attacking their own strengths with their own shortcomings, so they simply ordered to repair the spot first, wait for the flares to shine as bright as day, and then attack.

"Something is wrong, why did the US military suddenly stop."

Pinghe had just raised his gun and wanted to shoot, when he suddenly saw the formation of the US troops, he suddenly felt bad in his heart, and a sense of foreboding came to his heart.

However, when he was about to give the order to all of them to hide for the time being and not to shoot, someone of his men fired first.

"Bang-"

Another American soldier fell down with a bullet in the forehead, and the corners of the soldier's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug look, but he hadn't been happy for too long, and he couldn't laugh in the next second.

"Whoa—"

A small black dot like a cannonball shot straight into the sky, and suddenly like a small sun, it bloomed with a dazzling light that illuminated the dark forest boundary as bright as day.

"Shoot!"

As soon as the US officer gave the order, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon, who had just finished releasing their cold guns, were suddenly smashed into a sieve by a fire net composed of more than a dozen bullet chains.

As if to vent the fear in his heart just now, the U.S. military also shot the man's corpse a few times, beating his head beyond recognition, and only a puddle of flesh and mud remained.

"His grandmother's, these American devils rely on their own rich flowing oil, and they don't need money for any strange things, flares, and they will hit Lao Tzu with a reconnaissance platoon, phew!"

Pinghe reacted quickly and hid in a bunker made of dead leaves and dead branches in advance, and was not discovered.

While scolding, he looked at one or two other soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon who had been discovered, and under the powerful firepower of the US army, before they even had time to react, they were instantly beaten into a puddle of flesh, and he couldn't help but feel distressed as if he was dripping blood.

"Now that the situation is critical, what should we do next, will we fight to the death and continue to snipe, or will we temporarily retreat?"

The other soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon under Pinghe looked at the unending posture of the US troops, and even used flares to deal with them, and they all had a trace of solemnity on their faces.

So they all sent similar inquiries, of course, they all used this sign language to match the call of birds to make a code.

"You can't retreat, keep sniping, as long as there is one person left, you can't let them go up the mountain, of course, pay more attention to concealment, and shoot when the flare is about to go out!"

Pinghe racked his brains and worked hard to convey this meaning, and at the same time sighed silently, it was not that he didn't want to retreat, he also wanted to leave some seeds for the reconnaissance platoon, but now this situation is really impossible to withdraw.

The soldiers of these reconnaissance platoons can be regarded as having special skills, and it is easy to retreat, but what about those translators and telegraphs?

Do they leave behind the tasks assigned by the organization for the sake of their own lives? Na Pinghe would rather die on the battlefield with a reconnaissance platoon.

"Bang-"

Just before the flares had disappeared, Ping He had already aimed at an American machine gunner.

As soon as the flare ended, Pinghe took advantage of the cover of darkness to immediately pull the trigger, and a bloody hole was immediately pierced into the head of the US machine gunner.

Before he died, he was even glad that even the flares were released, and he should have survived the battle, but in the dark night, the Grim Reaper's scythe was still waving.

"Whoa—"

Another flare shot straight into the sky, but fortunately, Pinghe had already taken refuge in the bunker not far away at the moment when the gun was fired, so he was not discovered.

However, even if it is okay once or twice, there are so many people in the reconnaissance platoon, not everyone is as lucky as Pinghe.

Some fighters will simply ignore it after being discovered, bite the pull ring with a grenade, and rush at the US military with the mentality of dying together.

But before he could rush in front of the American troops, he was deeply pierced in the chest by a bullet, and the grenade exploded in his hand, adding a touch of heroic color to the cold and windy night.

Under this style of play, the gunfire of the reconnaissance platoon gradually became more and more sparse, and the American troops seemed to feel the weakness of these ghosts hiding in the dark.

So they increased their firepower, and countless bullets poured down on all corners of the forest as if they didn't need money.

The rockets were fired one after another, and even the barrels with bazookas were made red, but the US troops continued to pour rockets while cursing, not daring to relax.

The explosions flooded countless trees, and the shrapnel from the explosion pierced the trunks of the trees.

Countless patches of overgrown ground instantly turned into scorched earth filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of gunpowder.

Not only the firepower, but even the frequency of flares is increasing, and the US military is pressing towards the depths of darkness step by step, trying to slaughter this group of ghosts of death.

"Pinghe, they're afraid it's more auspicious, no, I have to help!"

Lei Gong looked at the flares in the sky on his body, as well as the ferocious firepower of the US army, and the gradually faint cold guns of Pinghe, and couldn't help but feel a little bad.

It's a pity that all the shells just now have been used up in the previous battles, otherwise with his artillery platoon, how could he provide some artillery cover for Pinghe, so as not to be so aggrieved by the US army.

But even if there were no shells, he couldn't watch his brother die like this, and when his temper came, he grabbed a rifle and rushed over to help.

"Bang-"

Another gunshot rang out, and Pinghe slowly raised the muzzle of the gun that was still emitting wisps of white smoke, but his face was full of determination.

This shot was a shot that Ping He risked being discovered by the enemy, and shot into the soul in a state as bright as day, directly knocking the officers in the US army to the ground.

But at the same time, his position was exposed, but since Pinghe dared to shoot this shot, he was obviously ready to die.

Sure enough, countless bullets suddenly poured down on his position, but they all hit the trees that made cover for him, and the dense bullet holes showed the anger of the American troops.

There were also scattered grenades, as if they were going to turn his surroundings into a human purgatory, and Pinghe looked at such a scene, and he didn't know whether to be glad that he hadn't died, or to regret that he hadn't been able to die happily.

"Company commander...... I'm actually not afraid of death, but I'm a little unwilling, and I can't drink with you to celebrate the day when I can't see the American troops being driven into the sea by us and winning the victory with my comrades in the 7th Interspersed Company......"

"But for the sake of the country, for the party and the people to die, I Pinghe is willing."

Pinghe muttered quietly, looked in the direction of the motherland, entered a military salute with trembling hands, a crystal teardrop flowed from the corner of his eyes, silently waiting for death to come......