When Wu Qianli and Hepinghe returned to the temporary garrison of the 7th Interspersed Company, they told everything they had seen and heard, and the soldiers of the 7th Interspersed Company all looked angry when they heard it.

"His grandmother's, I said it a long time ago, why do we give those American prisoners good food and drink? It's better to learn from us and kill them all. ”

Yu Congrong was the first to speak angrily, and even what he said seemed a little out of line.

"Alas, these U.S. soldiers are really bastards."

Mei Sheng listened to the words of the fish insect at first, and originally wanted to remind him of military regulations and military discipline, but he still didn't say anything when his mouth opened, but instead scolded in agreement.

"I've watched those Americans kick our allies in the snow."

"They also used the snow on the ground to stuff our soldiers in their mouths for fun, and I wanted to kill that guy with one shot when I saw it."

Even Pinghe, who usually doesn't like to talk and is taciturn, was obviously angered this time, clenched his fists on the spot, and said indignantly.

"It's okay to keep angry and keep our fighting power, but we can't think crookedly."

Wu Qianli couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he heard what everyone said, about the future disposal of US prisoners.

But at the same time, he also blushed, what qualifications did he have to accuse his soldiers, didn't he bring a bad head himself.

However, the preferential treatment policy of the volunteers for American prisoners obviously has its own considerations, which can take advantage of future international prestige.

In addition, these American prisoners can be used as bargaining chips at the negotiating table to gain considerable benefits for the Republic.

"Brother, how do you fight? Give me a word, and we'll all listen to you. ”

Wu Wanli was angry and scratched the back of his head at the same time, obviously he was used to mechanically executing orders under Wu Qianli's orders.

"Company commander, according to me, we have just finished replenishing ammunition now, and the firepower is strong, so it is better to fight according to the ambush battle we just had and encircle and annihilate them all."

Since changing into U.S. weapons and equipment, Yu Congrong has obviously tasted the sweetness of strong firepower, especially in the previous battles, it is not too cool to suppress the U.S. military and not be able to raise his head.

From thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, the word is also vividly reflected in the seventh interspersed company, and everyone has a lot of feelings of agreement with Yu Congrong's words.

"Yu Congrong's proposal is not without practicability."

Wu Qianli pinched his chin, frowned and thought carefully, and said this sentence slowly, but obviously he was not very satisfied with this proposal.

Indeed, Wu Qianli looked at the skyrocketing flames of the first line of defense of the American army in the distance, and he understood that this fierce battle would make the American army have no time to send reinforcements.

Even in the midst of intense artillery fire and gunfire, it was impossible to notice the encirclement and annihilation they were carrying out in the distance.

And where they are located, there is some distance from the second line of defense, so a simple and crude assault seems to be a feasible strategy.

However, the disadvantage is also obvious, not only will this cause a lot of casualties to the 7th Interspersed Company, but it may also accidentally injure friendly troops in the melee.

"Company commander, I have a proposal, I don't know if it's okay."

Pinghe looked at Wu Qianli, who had been frowning and thinking, and whispered cautiously.

"What a proposal, you say."

Wu Qianli raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that he would be peaceful at this time, but he was interested for a while, put on a smile, and sat down and listened.

"I feel that there is still some gap between our previous operations and the special operations you advocated by the company commander."

"Although I didn't apply this concept strategically, in terms of tactical execution, we still fought and rushed like a traditional operation."

As he spoke, Pinghe observed Wu Qianli's expression, for fear that Wu Qianli would be angry, but as an old comrade of the Seventh Interspersed Company, he also had some confidence in his heart, so he dared to say these words.

"It's okay, you're good, and I'll listen."

Wu Qianli didn't expect Pinghe to suddenly point out this problem of the Seventh Interspersed Company, he couldn't help frowning, thinking about it, and reflecting on the previous battles.

"Company commander, I don't think this time the battle is as good as this, let's scout the sharpshooters of the platoon and snipe the enemy first."

"While sniping valuable targets, it also makes them mistakenly think that we are small in number, just some guerrillas."

"When the time comes, we will annoy them, and lure them to send men to surround us, and then we will set up an ambush and eat this part of them."

"After eating, the other part of the people also used the encirclement prepared in advance to surround them, so that no matter which direction they escaped, it was impossible for them to escape."

"In order to achieve our goal of encircling and annihilating enemy forces, preserving friendly prisoners, and minimizing our own casualties."

Pinghe said what he thought in his heart in one breath, feeling Wu Qianli's admiring gaze, he couldn't help but blush, scratched the back of his head a little embarrassed, and was just about to be modest.

"Okay, Pinghe, you summed it up very well, everyone heard it, let's do what Pinghe said."

Wu Qianli thought about the feasibility of this strategy for a while, then nodded emphatically, and finally made a final decision on the battle plan.

In fact, the strategy that Pinghe said was not very clever, or even very simple, but the simpler the plan on the battlefield, the easier it was to execute and the easier it was to succeed.

In addition, Qianli still attaches great importance to peace and preciousness, and he does not worship himself as a god like the others in the Seventh Interspersed Company, and only wants to obey his own orders.

Rather, it has its own thinking and ideas, and can constantly make progress and improvement in battle, which is the precious wealth that it needs as a special operations force.

"Pinghe, later, you can set up a sniper point on the right side of the enemy army to disperse your sharpshooters and carry out targeted sniping attacks on the enemy army."

"It's important to get their attention and anger, but also to make them think that there is a chance of annihilation."

Wu Qianli looked at Pinghe with confidence, believing that he would be able to grasp this degree, not only to fire the US army, but also not to fight too hard, so that they had a sense of vigilance.

"Don't worry, company commander, I can understand, you just tie your pockets and wait for the angry American devils to drill into it."

As Ping He spoke, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yu Congrong, you take the comrades of the firepower platoon to wrap up the rear and retreat of the US troops, and they must not be allowed to have a chance to escape, and the erection of the firepower point must be able to kill and injure the US troops to the greatest extent."

After that, Wu Qianli turned his gaze to Yu Congrong, who was obviously a little tired.

In fact, his task is the heaviest, because they are behind enemy lines, and every battle can only be fought purely by encirclement and annihilation, and they must not let go of a single American soldier, otherwise their own whereabouts will be exposed.

"Lei Gong will take the fort to find the commanding heights as much as possible, get a good view, and then bombard the group of American troops who are stuck in their pockets, and blow them up so that they can't find the north."

Wulili hesitated for a moment, but still ordered to Lei Gong, in fact, he originally wanted to save the cannonballs and save them for more critical times in the future.

But there is no way, this battle must be resolved as soon as possible, while the first line of defense is still under the large-scale attack of the volunteers, and it is easy to do things under the cover of artillery fire and gunfire.

Otherwise, they would have fought and fought, and the first line of defense would have been fought before them, and then suddenly there would be silence in the long night, and only their gunfire would be the most prominent, and they would be embarrassed.

"Don't worry, company commander, I'm afraid that you won't give us a chance to fire artillery, as long as our artillery is released, then I will definitely give the American devils a good look."

When Lei Gong heard about this battle, the guns of their artillery platoon could be useful, and he couldn't help grinning, patting his chest and reassuring.

After the reconnaissance platoon attracted part of the US troops, the task of completely annihilating the US troops was handed over to the assault platoon directly under Wu Qianli.

Before the official start of the war, Wu Qianli took out his notebook again, tore open one of the pieces of paper on it, roughly drew the distribution of the US army, and circulated it to everyone.

After all, when the time comes, it will be a waste of time to re-observe in the dark night.

According to Wu Qianli's field observations and the small dynamic battle map in his mind, the distribution of the US troops drawn is already extremely accurate.

However, when Wu Qianli suddenly remembered that many of his comrades still didn't know how to read, he simply pointed to the icons with his finger to roughly explain the situation.

Everyone also nodded slightly, praising Wu Qianli for his meticulous observation, and even the hidden vitality points of the US military could be drawn.

After finishing speaking, the 7th Interspersed Company officially opened, and after arriving at the predetermined position, everyone entered their respective combat positions according to the battle plan planned in advance, staring at the American and South Korean troops below with anger in their eyes.

When each platoon sent a code signal in the form of a bird's call, indicating that he had reached his position and was calm, he slowly raised his gun and aimed it at an American officer who was talking.

Kress happened to be an officer in this reinforced company of the American army, and at the moment he was holding a military kettle, drinking it, with a slight blush on his face, and bragging to the soldiers around him about his combat deeds.

The kettle in his hand was not water, of course, but red wine, and he had long been accustomed to drinking it like this, and he felt that it had a different flavor, and even the tone of the story became high, and the soldiers under his command were very face-slapping.

Suddenly, Kress felt a chill in his head, and years of fighting gave him an indescribable instinct, and he immediately pushed away the people around him and hid behind a cover.

"Sir, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell, should you call the paramedics? ”

The Juventus adjutant on the side thought that there was something to provoke him, so he was unhappy and hurriedly followed, comforting.

"It's okay, I'm fine, I hope I'm worried about myself, harm."

Grace wanted to voice her doubts, but when she heard that the first line of defense was still in full swing, the sound of gunfire was incessant.

He suddenly felt that he must have thought too much, the first line of defense must not even be able to fly through a mosquito now, and in his own place, how could there be volunteers.

On the other hand, looking at his target, Pinghe, who disappeared from view like this, couldn't help but curse twice, feeling that the US military officer's luck was really good, and he could only helplessly turn the muzzle of the gun elsewhere.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, a crisp gunshot broke the calm atmosphere of the American troops.

A Heavy who was leaning on a heavy machine gun to support himself and chat with his companion collapsed in a pool of blood with his neck crooked, and he still had that relaxed smile on his face.

Several of his companions near him were stunned, and they didn't react for a while, what was happening, and the American troops in other places seemed to understand that something was wrong, and hurriedly picked up the guns around them.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

A few more crisp gunshots like fried beans came, and several American soldiers who had not yet reacted were hit one after another, and their eyebrows were directly pierced by a hot bullet, and then they fell weakly in the snow.

"Hide, quickly hide, there are enemy troops."

Grace couldn't help but be a little shocked when he saw that his conjecture had come true, and hurriedly shouted for the American soldiers to be careful of the enemy's sneak attack.

"Dada......"

The heavy machine guns of the American troops immediately rang out, and countless hot bullets were poured down on the spot where they had just fired sniper shots in the flat river.

However, the volunteer soldiers there had already diverted countless bullets, and they could only hit the air.

"Bang-"

With the crisp sound of gunfire like a ghost, many heavy machine guns suddenly fell silent, and the machine guns that were still angry just now seemed to have become a sluggish mute and stopped moving.

At this moment, the U.S. troops are in the open, and Pinghe's reconnaissance platoon is in the dark, this is obviously an unequal battle, Pinghe can accurately kill and injure the U.S. troops, while the U.S. troops can only pour bullets on possible enemies in the dark.

"No, these cunning enemy troops, this is taking advantage of them, I guess they don't have many people, they just want to kill us in this way."

Officer Kress, who was hiding in the bunker, suddenly made his own judgment in his mind, he had been listening for a while, and all that came from the darkness was the sound of accurate sniper fire, and there was no heavy firepower.

In addition, the number does not seem to be large, and they are more like guerrillas sent by North Korea than an ambushed volunteer army.

"We can't be beaten passively like this, and immediately send two platoons of troops to outflank them left and right from where they are."

Grace immediately gave the order, wanting his capable generals to annihilate this group of enemy troops.

Otherwise, if they continue to fight like this, if they are killed and wounded by a dozen or twenty guerrillas, then where will he lose face?

However, Grace shouted for a while, only to find that his platoon commander had either been killed by a sniper or had been wounded by a gunshot wound and could not lead the charge.

“shit！”

Grace couldn't help but curse, and immediately decided to personally lead people around him to annihilate this group of hateful demons.

"Why don't these American devils move, are they planning to shoot at us like this?"

Pinghe, on the other side, was also a little anxious as he spoke.

If this continues, their goal of annihilating the American forces and quickly rescuing friendly prisoners will fail.

The gradual casualties of their reconnaissance platoon were enough to make Pinghe feel bad.

After all, even if they hide in the dark, even if they shoot and immediately change positions, they have achieved the utmost caution.

But under the cover of unreasonable firepower, there are always some unlucky eggs who will be hit by stray bullets in the body, even vital parts.

"Bang-"

Just as Pinghe's eyes were quick, and another hot bullet was sent into the head of a US non-commissioned officer, countless bullet chains were fired in his direction, as if to vent the anger of the US military.

Just when Pinghe was pressed to the spot and couldn't stand upright, the US military finally had a corresponding response.

"Okay, this kid Pinghe did a good job, these American devils really can't bear it, and they want to send troops to outflank them, hmph, then I'll let you have no return."

Wu Qianli, who was in ambush not far from the reconnaissance platoon, wiped the muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, their plan, the most important first step, had been successful.

"Don't fire the cannon yet, wait for my orders, those American devils haven't arrived yet, don't startle the snakes."

Lei Gong was still very calm and gestured with his thumb Zhu Yuan of the shell, when he frowned, checked every mortar, then nodded slightly with satisfaction, and waited for the American army to plunge into the ambush zone.

"Oh my God, why is my right eyelid constantly jumping?"

When Officer Grace first poured up with the American troops, he obviously felt that the gunfire of the volunteers was muffled, but this did not bring him much joy, but only increased the worry in his heart.

"Sir, there seems to be an old saying in China that the left eye jumps to disaster, and the right eye jumps to wealth, it seems that the chief is going to successfully annihilate this group of volunteers, and then take the road of becoming a wealthy official."

The adjutant next to Kress almost reflexively patted his ass, but he remembered the old Chinese sayings a little bit wrong, but he didn't care, as long as he could please his superiors.

"Oh, I hope it's as you say."

Grice glanced at the sycophant lieutenant beside him, and had to say that although this was obviously a flattering remark, it made his extremely worried heart ease a little.

But they've already led the troops to surround the halfway, so you can't just go back, is it just for your own conjecture?

With a similar thought, Grace steadfasted his steps, and at the same time did not forget to open his mouth, promising his soldiers the reward for their exploits after the victory.

"Ready, ready to launch."

On the other side, Lei Gong, who was watching the US troops step by step about to penetrate into the predetermined position, smiled from ear to ear, and hurriedly whispered to his comrades in the artillery platoon.