Just when Wu Qianli and the assault platoon and Kressie's two American platoons were in a stalemate, Yu Congrong was in the ambush belt on the other side, thinking a little anxiously.

In fact, if according to his previous character, he would have rushed up with a gun and fought desperately with the US army, where would he have waited so patiently.

Perhaps it was Wu Qianli who gave him a lot of guidance and education during the moment of rest in the battle, and also made him understand the importance of battle timing, and he always felt that it was not yet the best time to attack.

"Platoon commander, aren't we going to attack yet? Now hurry up and solve this group, we can go to support the company commander, listening to the intensity of the gunfire, I'm afraid the company commander will have a little hard time. ”

Tie Niu, who was on Yu Congrong's side, reminded in a low voice that Tie Niu was a recruit they had just recruited into the firepower platoon, and because he was as powerful as an ox and had a straightforward personality, he was very interested in Yu Congrong's appetite, so he was arranged to be the deputy platoon commander.

"Hahaha, boy, it's exactly the same as I was at the beginning, you listen to the current battle over there in such a hurry, what do you think will happen to these American troops who stay behind and take prisoners?"

Yu Congrong grinned, looking at Tie Niu's somewhat confused appearance, he couldn't help but laugh even more wantonly.

"U.S. military they ...... I guess I'm thinking about saving it, so we'll have to hurry up. ”

Tie Niu scratched the back of his head, obviously not understanding what Yu Congrong wanted to do.

"You kid is stupid, we have to wait for them to save them first, wait for those American devils to divide their forces, and let's carry out the combat mission, wouldn't it be much simpler."

Yu Congrong joked with a smile while observing the military formation of the US military left behind the prisoners, and after a while, there was indeed a change.

These American troops also apparently heard the violent gunfire in the distance, plus some of their original platoon commanders, dead and wounded.

And Kress took the two most elite cards out, and now the battle situation is anxious, they can't make up their minds for a while, and there is some confusion.

"Oh my God, how is our chief in trouble? How many troops are we going to divide to save it? I'm afraid I'll have to hurry. ”

Mike, a U.S. platoon commander who had been shot in the arm, was obviously a little undecided, and asked the colleague next to him.

"Of course, to save is to save, but what about these captives? Do you just leave them here? ”

Jerry, another U.S. platoon commander, scratched his head with a headache, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

His condition was even worse, he was hit by a shrapnel in the abdomen, and now the shrapnel remains in his body and he dare not take it out, and he will feel a heart-piercing pain when he runs for a while.

"Alas, it would be nice if these captives were safe, why do they keep thinking about doing those non-dividing things, isn't it good to save their lives?"

Mike, the platoon commander of the U.S. Army, stared at the group of volunteer prisoners, obviously a little worried, and he didn't know how many people would be left to watch them.

In fact, it is no wonder that they are worried, at the beginning the US military controlled them quite laxly, but none of these volunteer soldiers wanted to live so hard.

In the past few days, there have been several bloody incidents due to prisoner riots, which is also one of the reasons why the US military has hated these prisoners and even bullied them.

"Let's just do this, I'll take two platoons up to support our Cress, sir, you take a platoon and stay behind to take care of them, it should be enough."

Mike hesitated for a moment, but made a quick decision, and turned to look at Jerry to ask for his opinion.

"You go quickly, the military situation is urgent, I will stay, isn't it just to take care of some prisoners, there is no problem."

Jerry held his abdomen with a bitter look at where the shrapnel was embedded, only to feel a dull pain in the wound.

In the current situation, it is obvious that it is the best choice to let Mike, who is less injured, lead the team to rescue, and he has no opinion.

However, just after the U.S. troops reached an agreement to divide the troops, a pair of sharp eyes in the captives pierced the night and looked at the U.S. troops around their position.

"The U.S. military has divided its troops, it should be to rescue, and now that we have more people than them, I see that there is an opportunity to call the comrades to be active and prepared."

The leader of the captive team, that is, Instructor Wang, saw that the time had come, and hurriedly said softly to the captives beside him in a deep voice.

The eyes of the people around them stared, obviously knowing that the critical time had come, and hurriedly whispered the news to the prisoners around, and after a while, everyone woke up, looking at the surrounding American troops, and their minds became active.

"Give me a good look at them, find out what is wrong, and kill them on the spot, no need to be reasonable."

Jerry understood the thoughts of these captives, and immediately dropped all the outward sentry posts, and asked his platoon of soldiers to concentrate on killing these captives and not giving them a chance to riot.

And this group of prisoners is about 200 people, the number is two or three times that of Jerry and them, once the riot starts at close range, I am afraid it will be difficult to suppress it for a while, so it is impossible for Jerry to be careless.

"Pull that person out and bring it to me."

Jerry looked at Instructor Wang in a somewhat unkind tone, and ordered a little fiercely.

Several American GIs with guns immediately stepped forward and wanted to take Instructor Wang away from a few around them, but the volunteer soldiers hurriedly got up and tried to block them with their bodies.

"His grandmother's American devil, what do you want to do, why do you arrest our Wang Instructor."

A tall soldier with a cheek red from the cold wind, the volunteer soldier took the lead in standing up, blocking in front of the American soldier, and roared angrily.

"Bang-"

In the middle of the dispute, perhaps because the gun went off, or perhaps because of the deliberate retaliation of the American GI, a bullet came out of the disembowel, solemnly on the forehead of the refugee volunteer soldier.

The volunteer soldier's eyes widened a little unwillingly, and his hand was still tightly grasping the collar of the American soldier, but after a while, he hung down weakly and fell heavily on the snow.

The other volunteer soldiers surrounding nearby suddenly glared at these American soldiers angrily, obviously a little impatient and wanted to make a move.

"Comrades are calm, they want to take me away, let them take it, I will be fine, I must exercise restraint and protect myself first."

Instructor Wang was afraid that the comrades of the Volunteer Army would cause a bloody case because of their impulsiveness, so that not only would their riots not be able to carry out, but I was afraid that they would have made unnecessary sacrifices for no reason.

After all, there were already countless swarthy muzzles aimed at them, and there were even two heavy machine guns, as if they had been preparing for this moment for a long time, and the heavy machine gunners over there frowned, their fingers pressed slightly, as if they were ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

Jerry also stood with a serious face, obviously he didn't mind slaughtering all the prisoners, so that he could free up his troops to rescue the American troops who were in the middle of the battle.

Under the persuasion of Instructor Wang, and looking at the countless swarthy muzzles, the volunteer soldiers finally calmed down, and squatted back to their original places according to the instructions of the American GI, and Instructor Wang was taken in front of Jerry.

Jerry pulled out his pistol and put it directly on Instructor Wang's forehead, but the fear and cowardice he expected in his heart did not happen, but a pair of righteous and awe-inspiring eyes stared directly at him.

"I'm afraid that these riots have nothing to do with this volunteer army, if he is shot, I'm afraid it will be less troublesome, but ......"

Jerry held a gun in his hand and looked at Instructor Wang with a little hesitation, he did think so at first, but when he saw the imminent riot just now, he was appeased by Instructor Wang like this.

He couldn't help but hesitate a little, maybe keeping this person as a hostage would be of some use to manage these captives.

"Sir, I don't understand, let's find a reason to kill them all like just now, isn't it good, why do you have to divide our platoon and watch them die here."

One of Jerry's grassroots squad leaders, who had drunk with him and had a good relationship, had the courage to ask in a low voice.

"You know what? Now that we are in an ambush, the situation is very bad, if there are so many dead and wounded brothers, and there are no prisoners, then we will all have to go to court-martial. ”

After Jerry finished speaking, he looked at the group of captives in silence, these people can be exchanged as bargaining chips for them, white soldiers of the American army.

In this way, Jerry finally made up his mind, but he just asked Instructor Wang to be strictly guarded, and did not kill him.

"His grandmother's, I really dozed off, so I gave her a pillow, and now if I don't do a vote, I'm sorry that the US military officer gave us such a good opportunity."

Yu Congrong looked at Jerry, the US platoon commander, with a grin, and withdrew all the guards on the periphery into it to guard the prisoners, and couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart.

"Platoon commander, now we can finally go up and surprise those American devils."

Tie Niu listened to Yu Congrong's words, and directly picked up a Browning machine gun very wildly, obviously a little suffocated.

"No, let's try not to use guns, all bayonets, prepare for a beautiful white-knuckle battle, remember not to startle the snake, rush into the battlefield and fight with the American army."

Yu Congrong hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind, he didn't want the bullet to hurt their own comrades.

In addition, after the division of the US army, their total strength is even higher than that of the US army, and with the prisoners of the volunteers, they can cooperate with the outside and the outside, and the white-knuckle battle is obviously beneficial to them.

When Yu Congrong's order was conveyed, all the men in the fire platoon took out their Garand rifles, loaded their bayonets, and quietly touched the direction of the American troops.

It was also all thanks to the devil training carried out in the Seventh Interspersed Company before Wu Qianli, which made their physical fitness extremely strong.

In addition to the heavy energy of those submachine guns and machine guns, there is also an additional Garand rifle, which can come in handy now.

Just when Yu Congrong quietly approached the U.S. military with a firepower platoon, the volunteer prisoners there also seized the opportunity and were moving.

All of them obediently squatted in place, closed their eyes, and pretended to be resting, so that the US troops who had been observing them gradually relaxed their vigilance.

But in the blind spot of the American army's vision, what they didn't notice was that these volunteer soldiers were using the sharp stones they had collected earlier, little by little, to draw the ropes that bound their hands.

Under the cover of night, and the negligence of the American soldiers, a small half of them had managed to break free from the ropes.

At the same time, they carefully handed the sharp stone in their hands to the others, while they kept their original posture and squatted in place, so that the US troops could not easily notice.

"Bump—"

Suddenly, a muffled sound reached Jerry's ears, and he stared at the captives with wide eyes, and after a few less attempts, he keenly unearthed a sharp stone, which was falling to the ground.

"Oh no, they want to run away ......"

As soon as Jerry was halfway through his words, he saw that Instructor Wang, who was taken out by him alone and put in front of him to take care of, flew up and kicked him in the chest, he was in pain, his voice stopped abruptly, and he fell to the ground carelessly.

The captives inside immediately stopped pretending, but directly smashed the faces of the nearest American soldiers with their free hands, and even many of them directly threw the American soldiers to the ground and scuffled together.

Many American soldiers raised their submachine guns and aimed their guns left and right, but they were afraid of hurting friendly soldiers, so they finally sighed, put down their guns, raised their stabs, and joined the battle.

Due to the suddenness of the situation, nearly half of the volunteer soldiers were tied up with hemp rope and could not fully exert their combat effectiveness.

In addition, the other volunteer soldiers are also fighting with the American troops with sharp blades with their bare hands, and they are obviously inferior, if they continue like this, it seems that they will be slaughtered in a short time.

"Comrades, we should have died on the battlefield a long time ago, but by mistake, we don't have this opportunity to kill one American soldier now, and we will earn money by killing two, and we will fight with them."

Instructor Wang coaxed loudly, boosting the morale of the volunteer prisoners, obviously by now, he had no idea of leaving here alive.

It's nothing more than death, since he set foot on the land of this peninsula for the national war, he has long put life and death aside.

After finishing speaking, Instructor Wang was also entangled with Jerry, and used all the methods he could, and even bit Jerry's neck thick artery with his teeth, wanting Jerry to die directly.

And Jerry, an American officer, was pressed under him by Instructor Wang for a while, unable to move, and the kick just now was very lucky to kick him in the position of shrapnel, and the pain in his body at this moment made his limbs almost numb, and he couldn't exert much strength.

"Mother, our friendly army is really fierce, don't hide, rush up directly and save our comrades."

Yu Congrong looked at the sudden change, and he was stunned for half a second, and then reacted, and took the lead in rushing forward with a bayonet and giving an order.

The volunteer soldiers of the firepower platoon watched their allies die tragically one by one, let out a painful wail under the blade of the American army, and also clenched the bayonets in their hands, and rushed towards the American troops in front of them like crazy.

"Poof—"

With the sound of a bayonet entering the flesh, Yu Congrong forced a bayonet into the heart of the American soldier.

At the same time, when this American soldier was dying, Yu Congrong did not let him go, but picked his body up fiercely, and rushed to the deepest part of the American army, like a tiger descending the mountain, harvesting the lives of American soldiers.

Many American GIs themselves easily slaughtered unarmed volunteer prisoners with bayonets in their hands, but a sharp knife pierced their chests in the back.

When they turned back in disbelief, they realized that the fire platoon had surrounded them, and they, the butchers of the battlefield, had now become fish on the chopping board.

The brutal white-knuckle battle, the flesh and blood flying on the field, there are no gorgeous swordsmanship and martial arts in the TV series, and some only have a resolute and fierce stab.

The soldiers of the fire platoon were stabbing countless American soldiers in pools of blood in the simplest and most efficient way.

In fact, on the real battlefield, American soldiers have repeatedly gained the upper hand in white-knuckle warfare by virtue of the innate physical talent and physical advantages of Caucasians.

However, the firepower platoon fighters who have been trained by Wu Qianli and added by the system are obviously not ordinary people.

I often see a soldier of a fire platoon, a stabbing blow, directly penetrating the body of a US soldier, and at the same time, a quick flying kick will break the ribs of another sneak attack US soldier, all of which are ruthless characters with one enemy and three enemies.

At this time, Jerry, who felt that the general situation was gone, didn't care about any accidental injury, and directly reached for the pistol in the gun bag, and just pulled it out, he shot at Instructor Wang, who was crushing him.

"Bang-"

With a crisp gunshot, the fire in the muzzle of the gun turned Instructor Wang's face red, and a bullet flew past his head like this.

"Ahh

At this moment, Jerry opened his mouth wide and let out a painful wail, it turned out that at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, Yu Congrong noticed the gun he was holding in his hand.

In a hurry, Yu Congrong hurriedly flew up and kicked him on the body, and under the pain, the muzzle of his pistol deviated by an inch, just past the head of Instructor Wang.

Instructor Wang also seized this opportunity and slammed his head into Jerry's skull, and under several pains, Jerry finally couldn't hold on, and the whole person fainted.

The ensuing battle gradually turned into a one-sided massacre, and after the Americans left countless corpses behind, the battle ended in a complete victory for the volunteers.

"Do you have any comrades here, come out and talk to me."

Yu Congrong looked around at the volunteer prisoners whose faces were full of joy for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and couldn't look anxiously in the direction of Wu Qianli, and hurriedly said.

"Hello comrade."

Instructor Wang slowly stood up, and I wanted to express my gratitude in my heart, but I was directly stopped by Yu Congrong's gesture.

"Don't talk about the superfluous words, they are all your own comrades, the battlefield here will be handed over to you to clean up, if you have anything to say, you can tell our company commander later, now we are going to support our company commander, please."

After speaking, Yu Congrong made a standard military salute towards the prince's guide courtyard, and then hurriedly rushed towards the battlefield where Wu Qianli was still fighting fiercely with the people of the firepower platoon.

At the same time, on the battlefield not far away, the soldiers on both sides of Wu Qianli and Kress were red-eyed and entered the white-hot stage, as if it was up to them to see whose reinforcements arrived first.